#sorry. i loveee this adaptation

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Some of my favorite moments from Dororo (1969) Episode 1

#twist rambles #dororo #dororo 1969 #sorry. i loveee this adaptation #twist edits #again. tehcnically idk. its really silly tho if i could have found a way to get the eyeball drop scene in there i WOULD ok. know this #tzkposting

[teyamsatan]

ꜰᴀʟꜱᴇ ɢᴏᴅ | ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪɪ: ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ 'ᴛɪʟ ɪ'ᴍ ʙᴜʀɴɪɴ' ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋʙᴜʀɴᴇʀ

pairing: dilf!Jake Sully x (f)human/avatar!reader

synopsis: Jake struggles to adapt with the way being next to you is making him feel.

this story will contain an unhealthy, co-dependent relationship, and dark themes (smut, mental health, death, violence, infidelity), so pls read at your own discretion.

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, angst, age-gap (23 vs 43), (a little) smut at the end

wc: 6.1k words

a/n: umm, hi there?? do you remember me? i know it's been such a long time and I am so so sorry, but I am backkk besties!!! i am so happy to finally be able to complete chapter two and I hope you enjoy because it's quickly picking up pace. i really hope this isn't garbage, i'm so so out of practice and so insecure about my writing, but i still hope you are able to understand and enjoy this, because i am so excited to finally be back writing.

ps: this story will move perspectives and timelines a lott, so i hope it's not too confusing but pls do let me know if it is and i'll figure something out xx

replies and reblogs are massively appreciated, i loveee to hear from you so much!

na'vi compendium: tanhi - bioluminescent freckles, paskalin - sweet berry (term of endearment)

series masterlist (x)

Maybe I'm just not better than this, I haven't tried Maybe life's less romantic when I don't wanna die You'd think I'd be a fast learner But guess I won't ever mind crisping up on your backburner

Jake has always felt comfortable in nature. Even back on Earth, the comfort of a bed was a luxury mostly lost on him throughout his life. It was peaceful, and comforting, feeling the ground beneath his feet, beneath his skin, malleable and nurturing, like a warm embrace. It was a given here, with the connection the Na’vi had with the world around them, with the forest surrounding them, that he would become one with it, too, that he would find solace in it. He did, most days. Just not tonight, as he lay on the slightly damp surface with an arm underneath his head for support, trying to find meaning in the stars that were still so beautiful and bright they took his breath away, trying to calm his erratic heartbeat and his wandering thoughts. 

What was that? This whole day, that conversation that was still ringing in his ears like an insipid echo, making sweat bead on his forehead and trickle down his temples, until they were one with the soil. Why would you say that? What possessed him to confide in you about parts of his life he forsook, he gave up what felt like eternities ago?

He’s never truly noticed you before. The shy, timid girl who was far too attuned to others’ feelings to be able to overlook the disdain still present in some members’ of the clan when it came to anything human, always holed up in that lab he hated, that was at odds with everything he’s come to known and too much like everything he was trying his best to leave behind. It used to be different back then, when you were young, just a child craving connection and companionship, always tied to the hip to his eldest son, Neteyam, where Spider always took more to his two middle children. Par for the course, he thought. You and Neteyam were much alike, and somehow still managed to complement each other well, at the same time. He used to think you’d be good for him, back then. Not that he’d ever tell Neytiri that, the seemingly blasphemous idea, but yes - he thought that, even before you got an Avatar. But now, the thought made him uneasy - queasy, even. It wouldn’t be right. Your relationship would be frowned upon, and the Omaticaya would never look at you and see the future Tsa’hik that’s meant to lead them, to interpret their deity’s way. You were too fragile, too tuned in to your own and others’ emotions to be able to overcome it, and it would break you. Being with Neteyam would break you. 

The night was torturous and slow, so many thoughts eating away at him like a disease. By the time Eclipse passed, he was ready for this trip to be over. Being here with you alone wasn’t good, he realises now. It was a mistake, to talk to you, to look into your eyes, to notice you. Because now that he did, he couldn’t stop. The way your Avatar body twitched in sleep, the way he couldn’t help wonder what you were doing in your human body - were you sleeping, like you should be? Was this on your mind, this night, the same way it was his? Were you cramming everything you once used to do in a day in the few hours you had in your now secondary body?

“Oh, kid. You better know how to fix this better than I do.” 

“Is the Avatar safe?”

Norm trusted Jake with his life, and still, he knew he had to ask. The scientist in him, the Avatar program leader de facto, he’s always taken every responsibility, every chance to prove himself to the Na’vi and to his late mentor, Grace Augustine, very seriously. And that included taking care of you. You were not his blood, but you were his family, and he wanted to protect you, he wanted you to be alright. And so when Jake suggested getting some much needed tutelage, he was happy to wait until the night to hear all about it. 

“You know it is.”

“How did it go?”

“Well, I think. He was right, I guess. I definitely feel a bit more comfortable outside of the village, of all the prying eyes.” 

“Amazing. Do you have plans for tomorrow?”

“I’m… not sure. I think… I overstepped.” The blush in your cheeks and eyes glued to your fiddling feet made Norm’s brown eyebrow rise, a small grimace mirroring the one marring your beautiful, soft features. Still, he placed a hand on your head, gently brushing the stray hairs that were raised from the hours of being in the cryocapsule.

“I find that hard to believe.”

“He… told me about his life on earth. About his father, and I… made a comment. I have no idea how he reacted to it, but now that I’m here, I have no chance to fix it.”

“I’m sure whatever it is, it’s not as bad as you think. We always tend to overthink in our heads, and, as humans, we always tend to see the worst in ourselves. You, more than most.”

After helping you out, making sure you were settled on your wobbly, weak knees, he gave your shoulder a small squeeze and left to his quarters, but not before telling you one last thing.

“I think someone overstepping once in a while is exactly what a man who’s always obeyed needs. Go to sleep, love.” 

The next morning, you felt dizzy as you woke up in the forest, slight groan audible with every stretch that allowed your sore muscles to loosen. You weren’t surprised to see Jake already up, busying himself with gutting a fish which would most likely constitute your breakfast. You gulped at the sight of him, veiny arms expertly handling the animal, his relaxed postured at odds with the slight frown on his face. Was that because of you? Was he mad at you? What possessed you to talk to him like he was a friend and not the Toruk Makto, the mighty Olo’eyktan? What possessed you to confess about an old crush, that died with your innocence about the world, about the same time you finally started to notice how the Omatikaya, particularly Neytiri, have looked at you all your life. 

“Um, good morning.” 

His eyes flickered over to you, lingering for a second longer than they needed to on your golden eyes before turning back swiftly, and the expression he adorned, a mixed between shame, guilt and desire, would have been obvious to anyone with more life experience, but not to you. Still, you noticed the blush in his cheeks, and couldn’t help the anxiety bubbling in your chest at what… or whom, might be the cause of it. 

“‘Morning, kid. D’you sleep well?” 

“I guess. You?” 

“One of us have to stay up and keep an eye out for predators, you know. Can’t have you get eaten before I’m done teaching you how to defend yourself.” His smile was teasing, and if it was an effort to put your mind at ease, you did appreciate it. It made what you had to say next come out easier.

“Listen, Jake… what I said last night… it was none of m-“

“It’s alright, kid. It’s been a while since anyone’s contradicted me, apart from my wife, so…” his laugh was rugged and unforced, and you couldn’t help join in at the sonorous melody that rang in your ears and all of a sudden couldn’t imagine being without. 

“So you don’t hate me?” 

Jake’s eyes settled on your own, but not before flickering to your parted lips, so focused and eager, you were clinging on to his every word, waiting desperately to be put out of your misery. 

“No, kid. I don’t hate you.” 

Jake didn’t know what was wrong with him, but he did know one thing: it was just a stupid conundrum, nothing more. He didn’t feel anything for you, he was just taken aback by someone who seemed to be a lot more intuitive and incisive about someone’s inner workings than he gave you credit for. But that’s it. Just because you talked about something he cared about, that nobody asked him about, just because he confessed to you feelings he hasn’t said out loud in more than 24 years… that didn’t mean anything. He had a mate. A mate he loved, a mate he was sworn to forever. He had a family, children, a life. It was nothing. So he did his duty and helped you, keeping a safe distance and the conversation to a minimum, outside of instructions he ought to give you. Still, despite his apprehensions, being with you was easy. You were docile and listened well, you were quiet and kept to yourself, and, in the moments you did talk, there was a pureness, a light to your heart that made his own feel lighter. 

“Good form. Now focus on the target and, when you’re ready…”

He watched as the arrow flew at high speed and travelled the length of the forest until it hit the ground next to a tree marked with an X - a makeshift target, but it did the job. 

“Release.” 

“Sorry.” Your ashamed disposition was as clear as day on your face and in your body language, and the purple twinge in your cheeks brought forth the luminosity of your tanhi and he hated himself for noticing it to begin with. 

“Don’t be. You did well. Just make sure you draw all the way back before releasing. The target’s a bit narrower than you’re used to, so you’re doing well.” 

His eyes softened taking you in. A sigh reverberated from deep within his chest and he said the words before he could stop himself, fully knowing he might regret them later. 

“Let’s focus on your tracking instead for a little while. A change of scenery might do you well.”

He knew he should leave the tracking skills for back to the village, for someone else to teach you. He should just hurry back home - to his life, to his wife, to the normalcy he’s both craving and desperately afraid of. Any extra time spent with you is time where he could talk and say something, confess something else that is better left unsaid, fall prey to your uncanny ability to see through him, to will out words he hasn’t even realised he’s been dying to say out loud. 

The ground was wet and cold, accentuated by the heavy moisture surrounding you. it still took getting used to, the air, breathing it in and out, like you were born to do so, such a colossal departure from the mask that covered your face for most of 23 years of your life. Still, it was a blessing, and one you made sure to appreciate with every breath you took. You forgot a little about it, all the gratitude, as the air felt particularly dense and thick as you took it in, as the man you now called mentor crawled skilfully like a steady, stealthy apex predator, little to no evidence of his presence other than the hand that was rested carefully on the small of your back, sending bouts of electricity all throughout your body. His voice was quiet as he spoke it near your ear, a velvet shroud that enveloped you and stirred something in you, something primal and carnal, something you’ve never felt before. What was happening to you? What was he doing to you?

“Lower, kid. The lower you are to the ground, the fainter your scent, the easier to hide.” 

“I-it’s… hard.” 

You could hear his smirk as he answered your quiet protestation, and you wondered whether he found it endearing or irksome, praying and hoping with as much power as you still had left in you that it was the former. 

“I know, girl. Guess we’ll have to train those abs for more core strength, huh?” 

You were happy your back was to him so he couldn’t see the violent blush haunting your cheeks, but even so, there was little you could do about your rampant heart or your heaving breath.

“I can hear your heartbeat like it’s echoing through the whole forest. And if I can, every other animal on a half a click radius can, too. You have to learn to calm your mind. Can you do that for me?”

Although what he was asking of you seemed impossible, considering his touch set your body and soul ablaze and your mind’s already erratic rumination seemed to reach an incandescent high, you tried, and although every muscle in your body hurt and ached, much like the first few times you allowed yourself to train in this body, you did as you were told, and, by early afternoon, you managed to track a pack of Yarik without even as much of a perk of the ear to give you away. You remember still, those early days, like they were happening to you now, as you stood here, in your bedroom, as the tears blurred the familiar space, the rock you were holding so tightly in your hand that it was cutting through your palm until all that inundated your sight was a watercolour red stain. You should have known then. What would follow. When he touched you, how it made you feel, you should have known to stay away. Norm once told you life, especially in your 20s, was about the joys and miseries of growing pains, but if you knew, how the journey was full of polarising extremes that pulled at every fibre of your being, how the high was insurmountable, but the pain was unbearable, maybe you would have thought twice before jumping in. 

You wonder if he knew, then. If he felt it, too. You wonder if he realised that this was the beginning of the end, if the pull you felt was the same one that drove him to what came after, to all he ended up putting on the line. You wondered if it was all a ploy, getting you alone, or if he truly just wanted to help, innocent and undiscerning, just a dutiful Olo’eyktan. You thought you knew his heart, and how much it hid and how much it hurt, you thought you came to know it all through all this time, but as the bleeding in your heart mirrored your gashing palm, you weren’t sure anymore. 

“Come.”

The Yarik were all gone now, unfrightened by your unassuming presence, which you took as a win. Still, you almost flinched when his now much louder voice rang above the quiet murmur of the forest. 

“Where?”

“You worked hard today, so you deserve a break. And I know just the spot.” 

Jake wasn’t sure if it was a good idea, what he was about to do, but he knew you needed something to break apart the times of pain and struggle. It was something he’s learnt, being here, on Pandora, as one of the people, that there was more to life than duty, than sacrifice and pain, then the daily struggle of fitting in, of pitching in, of simply existing. You had to live life, face it, enjoy it. And he wanted you to have that, especially now. He understood, more than most, what it was like to be inhibited and trapped to a space or a time, paralysed, literally or figuratively to your immutable circumstance. For him, it was his legs, trapping him in a body he hated and couldn’t recognise, in habits he took on just like the soldier he’s always been, because there was nothing else he could do. For you, it was your human body, that confined you to the lab, to a mask, to a life that could never be experienced fully, until now. So, despite a small part, probably the logical part of his mind, telling him he should just keep the training going or go home, he decided to share with you a place he found while hunting for food last night. And when he saw your face as you took it in, all doe-eyed and bushy tailed, ears twitching enthusiastically and a beautiful, innocent smile taking over your whole face, he knew he made the right call. He found his own smile brewing without being able to contain it, your joy so contagious, it was like the whole world shone just a little brighter than it had a few minutes ago.

“Jake… I love it. Thank you.”

The roar of the waterfall crashing on the otherwise peaceful lake almost drowned your words, and he laughed at the way you were tentatively approaching the water, as if scared that the caress of it on your skin might hurt your already aching muscles. 

“Good. Let’s see how you like it up close.” 

And with that, and a gentle tap on your shoulder, a loud splash ensued where you hit the water. He laughed yet again at the way you emerged from it, wet and startled and almost as if you could not believe what just happened. 

“I-I… you… I cannot believe you did that!” 

He couldn’t help how much fun it was, doing this, being with you - it was as if for the first time in ages, in decades, being alive was fun again. It was as if this forest was completely separated from his own, from what was waiting for him back home, the unsurmountable pressure that plagued him every second of every day, especially since the humans returned. 

“Believe it, kid. You need to learn to let loose once in a while, you know?”

You rolled your eyes, but seemed intrigued by his preposition. 

“I will if you will.” 

And so he did. And for the next few hours, life was easygoing and fun, and spending time in your presence felt like coming out for a deep breath when it felt like he’d been drowning. He’s learnt you didn’t really know how to swim, and that the first song you’ve ever learnt on piano was one you deeply related to, that he’s made you promise you’d sing to him, and he found out plenty of small things, but nothing important, or of substance. It was clear to him more and more you loved being the one asking the questions and never the one answering them, and, soon enough, here you were again, curious as a cat about things nobody else was when it came to him.

“Did you ever expect it?” the sun was still shining brightly upon you both, warming your strong, supple bodies as you floated in the otherwise cold water. Eclipse wasn’t too far behind, but right now, neither of you particularly seemed to care. 

“What’s that?” You continued floating, looking intently at the sky - focused or too embarrassed to look at him, Jake couldn’t really tell. 

“Everything. What you did, what happened. Did you ever expect it, when you were offered a place on a shuttle to Pandora?” Once again, Jake was taken aback by your propensity of asking deep, profound, intimate questions like you were asking about the weather. He wondered briefly if you realised that that’s not how most people talked.

“No… I didn’t. I didn’t care, about the job or the mission. I cared about the money. And later, about the chance to get my legs back.” 

“Do you ever miss it? Being… normal.” 

“I was given a second chance - a purpose bigger than me, bigger than the measly life I left behind. I -“ this finally got your attention, and for the first time since your first question, you adjusted your position in the water so that you were fully facing him, inquiring eyes like beads of light and focus, intent on taking in every expression, every shift in mood, every slight adjustment of his face. You tried again, this time more forceful and intense, this time almost demanding of his full attention.

“That wasn’t my question. It’s a privilege, and an honour, to be who you are…”

He struggled as he always did to stifle a roll of his eyes and the speech he’s heard a million times before, from his wife, or his Tsa’hik, from every villager of the Omatikaya, from every other tribe leader he’s ever met through diplomatic missions. The answer he always kept at the ready was caught in his throat, because you kept going.

“…but I’m sure it’s also tiring, and hard. And lonely. So do you ever miss it? Do you ever wish things could go back to the way they were? Do you ever wish you didn’t have to be there for everybody all the time?”

He looked at you, pleading, not knowing whether he needed you to stop or keep going, only knowing it hurt, being torn at the seams like that between two choices that both led to heartbreak and epiphanies he wasn’t ready to face nor strong enough to deal with on his own, especially right now.

“Kid…” 

“I went too far again, didn’t I? What is wrong with me?” 

The attempt to get out of the lake was swiftly overthrown by his much stronger physique keeping you in place, caging you in between the edge of the lake and his muscular arms. Jake wasn’t an emotional man, he wasn’t one to be overcome with feelings that could cloud his judgement, that could interfere with a plan of action and yet, standing there, in that moment, your wide golden eyes looking fearfully and surprisedly up at him, the rapid pulse of your heart clearly visible in your carotid artery running up your neck, he felt his mind clouded and his own heart trembling with the overwhelming, unexpected urge to taste you, to feel those lips crashing over his, your tongues intertwined, his fingers wander in wondrous places he was sure no one else had before. He needed you, like he’s scarcely ever needed anything else, like he rarely ever allowed himself to. But you weren’t his, you never would be. And this was wrong and immoral, and it didn’t matter - that you seemed to be able to see right through him, that everything you said cut like a knife through all the bullshit and pretence, that your pupils were so wide they were swallowing the golden of your irises, that he could feel that you wanted it too. None of it mattered. 

“You didn’t go too far. You just… see things. And ask things, no one else ever does. And it scares me, kid. You scare the shit out of me.” 

“Me? I’m nothing. I’m… just a girl.”

“You’re everything.”

It was then you knew, that the crush was not a crush, it was so much more, too much more. It was then you knew you were heading for a potentially life-altering, life-ending fall that would break all your bones and leave you tethered on the ground, shattered and broken, unable to ever be put back together the same. And so you tried. You broke the moment that felt eternal, even though it pained you, to know at some point he wouldn’t be looking at you the way he had been then, and asked him to go home. You were quiet and compliant all the way back, and he made it easier on you by a performance of the same caliber. You didn’t know if it made you feel better or worse, that the moment clearly affected him too, enough that both of you looked like dogs with their tails between their tails as you arrived back in the village, without having spoken another word to the other, without as much as risking a glance in the other’s direction.

It was for the best. There was nothing, absolutely nothing that could come of entertaining this little troubled happenstance, and truth be told, you couldn’t wait for your life to get back to normal, where he barely spoke to you and you were free to withdraw within yourself the way you knew you had to in order to heal. You were able to get over your mindless crush once before, and you were certain to be able to do it again, especially given you would had the perfect opportunity in the annual clan celebration that you had come just in time for. 

“How was it?” Neteyam was quietly hopeful about your trip with his dad, eager to be able to call you one of the People as soon as he possible could. Any effort to aid that, to allow you closer to a life he knew you deserve and knew you could make your own, was beneficial and encouraged in his mind. You loved Neteyam, and appreciate him for who he was and what he meant to you - a brother, a best friend, a confidant. You told him most things and yet, some things were just too ugly to share, and so you didn’t. Some things were better off swept under the rug, praying the lump they made was not big enough to trip on. 

“Great. I think he was right, being away from all the prying eyes helped. Guess I’ll just have to show you tomorrow. Who knows? I might even be better than the mighty warrior soon, eh?” 

He threw his head back and laughed, and you joined in his joy, already feeling better just being away from him, leisurely walking trough the village and helping out with anyone who needed a hands for tonight’s celebration. 

“Dream on, paskalin. Although, you could show me what you learnt tonight, and maybe even win a prize in the knife throwing contest. Better than sulk all night in a corner the way I know you’re itching to do.” 

“Actually, I wasn’t planning on doing that. Not tonight.” 

“Oh?” You wish you hadn’t said that, because you should have realised Neteyam would be curious and it was a subject you didn’t feel ready to talk to anyone about, especially a man, a beautiful, glorious, obviously-experienced one, such as your best friend. 

“I just mean, it’s time, you know? To try to live my life. Maybe even find someone with whom to share it with.” 

“Y-you mean… like a mate?” 

Neteyam looked taken aback by your confession, so much so that he stopped in the middle of the path, making two children bump into his legs and fall down behind him. It took a lot to make Neteyam flustered, and so you couldn’t understand why your words affected him so much. Was it so unsettling to people, the thought of an Avatar finding love on the planet that wasn’t quite home, but was the only chance at home you would ever get? Were you so repulsive as a person that the one who knew you the best thought it hard to digest that you could ever be loved by a man? 

“Forget about it, Neteyam. I’ll be at the celebration, alright? I should go get ready.” 

You left before you could hear his excuses or explanations - you knew you were sensitive, probably too sensitive. You knew you were probably overreacting, and his words didn’t have any malintent, and you knew he was most likely just taking a second to adjust to a new stage of your life you’ve never shared with him before. You knew all of these and more, and yet, your heart was tired and bruised, your mind a tumultuous whirlwind of doubt and misery. You needed time, time to heal, time to think. Time you didn't have, when the celebration was upon you.

You almost wanted to laugh now, months after that night happened, at how stupid you had been that night, how desperate and pathetic. You knew about some Na'vi, certain warriors who loved the idea of humans, of experimenting with them, of using them. You've heard the stories, you've seen the scientists coming back to the lab with them, you've been around when they talked about how good it was, how necessary the release, how passionate and life-changing the experience. In your head, that was exactly what you needed then: some sex with some random Na'vi who wanted to show you a good time, help you forget about the one you really wanted. It wasn't hard enough to find one that night, especially after you won your prize in the knife throwing competition, when the warmth of liquid courage was still embedded deep within your throat and soul, much to Neteyam's dismay. Still, the performance attracted attention, of one man in particular you cared about. Strong, 10 feet tall and muscular, he was looking at you like a meal and right then, you wanted nothing more to be devoured. You wondered what your life would have been like if that night went differently than it did. You wondered...

He barely noticed it, his wife’s touches or his clan members’ words of admiration or respect, not when the only thing his mind could focus on was the way his hand was caressing your shoulder and down your arm in gentle and intimate touches that felt too familiar for two people who have seemingly barely ever interacted before. His skin crawled at the sweet, shy smile you were sending his way and at the slight tint of purple he could see in your cheeks. You were too pure for this, Jake knew. Too pure for the intentions clear on his face that he didn’t think you fully understood, how this was all a game, a conquest, how you were a prize to be won, a trophy to be paraded around to the Na’vi who loved to brag about fucking the Avatars, the humans, the aliens. It was a game to him, and you… you weren’t a game to be played, not to Jake. 

To his surprise, he realised he was angry with you. Angry that you were humouring him, that you were giving into it, that you were enjoying it. That guy was not good enough for you, and you should know that. You should know that for your first time being touched, being someone else’s, you needed someone who knew how to handle you, how to make you feel good, show you what it feels like to give in to your wildest dreams and fantasies. You needed someone to teach you. The fury bubbling just beneath the surface worried him.

You weren’t his. You were free to do as you wished, and the thoughts that plagued him as the mother of his children was sitting in his lap, perfectly unaware, were enough to pool other feelings, like guilt and shame, and form a heady concoction of emotions that he knew sooner or later would explode all around him. None of the feelings trumped the relief that washed over him as soon as he saw Lo’ak approach the two of you and break apart the scene, and right then, in that moment, Jake never felt more grateful for his troublemaker son and his propensity for meddling in other people’s business.

You looked disappointed with the interruption, slightly irked at his son and at the way the hand that was running up and down your thigh was now vacant from the spot you obviously thought it belonged on. The boy was clearly annoyed at Lo’ak, and a smirk breeched the carefully constructed expression resting on the Olo’eyktan’s face - annoyed or not, everyone knew better than to challenge one of his sons. So, with a careful goodbye, he was gone, leaving you gesticulating widely in his direction and clearly despondent with the outcome. It wasn’t long before you left for your tent, and Jake knew that if he was to survive this night, he’d have to be careful not to give in to the one thing he wished for the most in the world. 

Your shower was hotter than what you were used to, hot enough to hopefully scald away the shame and embarrassment you felt now that you were sober once more. Your life seemed to be comprised mostly of those, recently, and while it was somewhat easy to forget how badly you fared in training your Avatar body once you got back to your bedroom and the safe confines of the labs, this new, fresh development lingered like a cold sore, painful whenever you remembered it. Did anyone else apart from Lo’ak see you, shamelessly flirting and allowing a Na’vi warrior to feel you up? Did everyone know how desperately you wanted someone to take you away and make you forget about the one man you actually wanted, the man who made all the other ones pale in comparison, the one man who you couldn’t have? You knew it was so wrong, how badly you craved his touch, what effect even a fleeting image of him in the back of your mind had on you, how your slick was running down your legs, how your brain couldn’t stop conjuring all the ways he could teach you how to be, how to love, how to live. How you knew his touch would ruin you and put you back together, kill you and finally bring you to life. 

As you fastened your towel onto your body and opened the door to your bedroom, you were startled to find the one man you couldn't shake from your mind sitting on your bed, eyes wandering over your barely dry body.

“God, Jake, you scared me!”

You couldn't believe he was in your room, as if by thinking about him hard enough you manifested him here. He was so tall, so much bigger than you as you stood now, in your human body, frail and delicate and so easy to break. He barely fit on your bed and in your room, taking most of the walking space, so much so you struggled to adjust your position to face him properly.

“…What are you doing here?” 

“What were you doing with that grunt at the party?”

You couldn't believe your ears, settling on a double take as you considered his question carefully, mulling over every word in your mind, as if doing so will finally reveal a secret meaning to it that you couldn't quite understand yet.

“Pardon?” 

“You heard me, kid.”

His words were dry and humourless. There was no levity to them, or to the situation, the room filled with thick tension, and for the first time in your life, you were almost...scared of him. Why did he care?

“I… he… we…”

“That’s what I thought. Why him? If you want someone to mate, I’m sure there’s better options out there.” 

“I don’t want to talk about it, Jake.”

You started turning around, dizzy from the way his presence was making you feel and tired of giving him so much power to do so. You didn't manage to, though, as his large hand caught your forearm and held you in place, and when you were forcefully turned back to look at him, you saw it all. The hurt. The anger. The... betrayal. The jealousy.

“No, this isn’t how this works. You always ask questions and get me talking about shit I haven’t said out loud in decades, or ever. You’re not going shy on me now, not anymore. So why him?” 

Fuck it.

“Because it’s not you, ok?! Because it can’t be you! And I don’t know if you’ve realised this, but it’s not like I have a line of men willing to mate or even be seen with a human, an alien, a sky demon. So it has to be him! That’s why.” 

“Kid…”

The tears were pooling in your eyes like beaded pearls making your vision blurry, and the struggle with which you've been trying to remove yourself from his grasp finally paid off because you did it, you finally manage to break free, but it was too late. You were exhausted, and you knew it was time to lay it all on the table, once and for all, for him to know, and to disprove, for him to break your heart so you could finally move on.

“No, Jake! You’re in my head, all the time. It’s messing with my mind, the deluded reality I’ve been living in. You talk to me, and you notice me, and you give me attention. You touch me, and you look at me like…”

Soft sobs broke your words apart and let their meaning linger all around you, sounding like infinite echoes in the room. It would all be over soon.

“...Like you want me. And I know you don’t, and I know it’s not real, and it hurts me! So I need something else, I need someone else, I need someone to show me there’s other men out there, to pull me out of this nightm-“

His lips, soft and needy, not at all like you imagined them to be, ceased your pleading words before you got a chance to speak them. It took a second, just one second, for you to understand what was happening, to process the way the kiss was everything you've ever wanted and more than you've ever dreamed about, the way he was desperate and hungry for your touch, for you to reciprocate his feelings... so you did. And you melted under his touch, and before long, the whole world disappeared from view, and there were no consequences to your actions, and all you knew, all you needed... was him.

You were both panting when you finally came up for air, and all you wanted was more. More. A little more. Always more.

“Fuck, kid. You’ve got no idea how much I want you. But I’ll show you.” His hand wandered down your much smaller body, until his large fingers found the knot of your bathrobe, that he skilfully undoes, before sliding them over your soaked folds. “Shit. Look how wet you are for me. Let me show you, please.” 

With a nod, you dropped your head backwards and knew, in your heart, whatever was next would be the beginning of the end, of you, of him, of everything you’ve both worked so hard for and yet, all you felt was unadulterated, heavenly, euphoric bliss. 

Maybe I blame my mother bleeding into my stride Maybe it was my father and his wandering eyes (It's their fault that) I'll always be in your corner 'Cause I don't feel alive 'til I'm burnin' on your backburner

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[lamestteenagegirlever]

as a book reader i ADORE the series but if theres one thing i love more than anything is seeing baby percabeth from an unbiased perspective bc theyre so cute but also percy is so LAME like hes so embarrassing i love him. like in the books hes just like yeah i think she looks like a princess and we only hear his internal thoughts so i LOVEEE actually seeing how awkward he is with his crush on annabeth.

its so cute and i honestly think pretty important for the viewers because it rlly helps to drive how young they all are and how insane it is that theyre being put in these crazy situations. like his dorky face when annabeth smiled when he started singing the consensus song? his voice cracking after annabeth laughed at his potty joke?? the look of brief panic on his face when he realized grover saw the face he was making when he hugged annabeth back followed by the really awkward smile??? THE WAY HE WAS THINKING ABOUT THE FACT THAT A PRETTY GIRL HUGGED HIM FOR SEVERAL DAYS STRAIGHT AND SAW ANNABETH WAS ACTING WEIRD SO HE ASSUMED SHE WAS DOING THE SAME BUT SHE HAD ACTUAL SERIOUS STUFF TO WORRY ABOUT SO HE JUST ENDED UP TELLING ON HIMSELF???? LIKE THAT IS ACTUALLY SO EMBARRASSING I WAS DYING WATCHING THAT PART. THE WAY HE INDIRECTLY ASKED HER ON A MOVIE DATE AND WOULDNT MAKE EYE CONTACT EXCEPT FOR A MILLISECOND TO SEE HER REACTION BEFORE DARTING HIS EYES AWAY SO FAST????? THE TUNNEL OF LOVE SCENE OVERALL?????? THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER LIKE YOU CAN LITERALLY SEE THAT HIS PUPILS ARE DILATED IN A GOOD COUPLE OF SCENES WHEN HES LOOKING AT HER LIKE THIS LITTLE BOY IS DOWN ASTRONOMICALLY HE IS SO FUCKING LAME. like we obviously knew the way they were both ready to sacrifice their lives for eachother in a heartbeat and how well they complimented one another and the way they changed each others world views and made the other strive to be better versions of themselves like ive known they were the blueprint since like literally 2nd grade like that didnt stop me from repeatedly bawling my eyes out over it but thats not the point. like we knew this and we could see it in the books but we couldnt see, or at least not fully see, how big of a stupid embarrassing crush percy had on annabeth and how she obviously feels the same way but is better at hiding it like oh my god i love them i wanna squeeze them until their eyes pop out like those old pens at the scholastic book fair do yall remember those?? im sorry guys im so autistic pjo and specifically percabeth has been my special interest since i was 7 and now 10 years later i get to watch them on tv in an adaptation WITH YOUNG RYAN REYNOLDS ARYAN SIMHADRI AND THE ONE AND ONLY MISS LEAH JEFFRIES thats almost entirely book accurate but also adds in fun stuff that works great in the plot and for the most part even better than the original scenes in the books bc the show is how rick would write the series NOW with all of his new gained writing experience like im actually going to explode the show is so good

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[inkblot22]

thank you for your response :D

any thoughts on a reader who kept on getting in trouble with riddle for "breaking the rules" (she didn't but he wanted an excuse for them to be alone in the garden having tea) and in frustration, insults him and tries to escape afterwards but ofc is caught by his loyal dogs (cater and trey) and as punishment she'll be forced to be heartslabyul's fleshlight (forever) u refuse? aww sorry but it seems the tea was spiked w a little smt so ur not even aware ur holes are being abused! :)

for azul...it's more of a mafia boss au ... but it also works for nre bes jade and floyd will be chasing after you and tormenting azul's precious little slut <3 aww u got tricked into a deal by a sleazy octopus? too bad you'll have to deal with the consequences! maybe they'll force you into an embarrassing slutty uniform? or a maid uniform? flipping your skirt (to your horror) any chance they get to tease you and threatening you that if you disobey or act out, they'll offer your pussy to all their loyal customers to sample.,

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I really love your epel work by the way! he is soo scary and gives me the chills in this story and I love your writing style! can't wait to read more to be honest, despite epel not being in my list of favourites I loveee the mask he puts on and how reader sees him for who he really is I'm so ready for crap to hit the fan in upcoming chapters.. oshi no ko is a good story that explores the idol world and lies so it suites epel so well

I can hardly wait for future epel to breed mc … pregnancy kinks r my favs as well …

Hello hello! Your feedback is giving me life, and also same. When I first started playing the game in 2020 (I don't know what tf I was doing because I can't read Japanese except for literally one character, but go off, younger me,) I made a tier list and then some family gremlins broke the computer that stored that file, but I know Epel was C tier for me. Time to do another tier list, ig. As for the breeding, it is coming sooner rather than later. The story being painted will not end with the breedening, as it takes a few days to be able to be aware of conception and the aftermath is often the best part.

The two ideas that you've shared here: The first one reminded me of a pair of headcanons(?) made by @/sinfullyrosey. There's a Fem!reader one and a Male!reader one. This is not me saying that I won't do something with these thoughts of yours, but the first one at least reminded me of these.

FOR THE OCTAVINELLE ONE: that idea just so happens happens to have a somewhat similar plot to one of my more personal writings that I have been contemplating editing so I can post it here. My personal writings tend to be self-inserts, and I entirely admit to having a rather distinctive appearance, but it wouldn't take long to either adapt the story or change the details to be less specific. If I do so, I'm going to tell you right now that that fic will have blackmail, bullying, and be Dead Dove, Do Not Eat. Yk, contractural obligations and all that.

#anon asks #anon answered #thank you for sending an ask!! #tw: dark content #twisted wonderland #disney twst #tw: dark themes #tw: yandere #the blot talks! #twst #yandere

[coffee-latte-sprite]

Truth Retold

Masterlist

Robin!Jason Todd x fem!reader

WC: 1,700

Warnings: misunderstandings, angst, fluff, Jason is in loveeE 

Spin off to: Why Didn't You Ask Me? / pt. 2

Synopsis: Your boyfriend may finally tell you the truth about why he keeps missing your dates.

(In celebration of WDYAM reaching 1k notes and I passed 1K followers. Thank you all so much! <3)

“Hey. . . I can’t make it tonight. Bruce needed help. . . I’m really sorry. I promise. . . I really promise this time, I’ll make it up to you. I have to go, but, I love you, princess.” 

The line clicked off as Y/N scoffed. 

“Of course he cancelled again.” She said bitterly as she threw her phone on her bed. 

Y/N and Jason have been friends every since he transferred to Gotham Academy and have been a couple ever since sophomore year. 

They were dancing around their feelings for years, and Dick was the one who cornered them and made them confess their feelings to each other. Dick said it was too painful to be in the same room with them anymore, Alfred agreed. 

Their relationship started off great. 

They went on elaborate dates and he gifted her the most precious presents to her. He celebrated every couple holiday there was. One week anniversary, one month, 100 days, 6 months, 1 year, everything.

Y/N loved it. 

Jason made her feel like a Queen and she always made sure she treated him like a King. They were what other couples envied. 

That was until lately. 

He was late to dates, missed dates, forgot anniversaries. He kept saying “Bruce needed help.” 

The only time she got to see him was when he came to school, but that was now rare as he was leaving half-way through the day because “Bruce needed help.”

She hated Bruce Wayne more than his company competitors. 

She let out a long sigh as she sunk into her chair more at her desk. She was so excited to go to the Gotham Carnival as it was only one weekend a year. Jason promised over and over again how they would go together. He even joked he would win her all of the prizes and make sure to get her a huge plushie from winning. 

What a lie that was. 

Y/N felt like she could almost cry. 

She loved Jason more than anything. She was always so excited to see him and discuss books and movie adaptations, or argue about Edgar Allan Poe and Shakespeare, or even do something as mundane as baking with him and Alfred. 

Now she was nothing but an after thought. 

Did he not want to be with her anymore? Did he find someone else?

Is she not pretty enough? Skinny enough? Smart enough? 

Insecurity after insecurity clouded her mind as her room felt suffocating. She needed to get out of here. 

She then grabbed her light sweater and opened her window. She crawled out onto the fire escape and climbed the stairs up. As she got closer to the top, she noticed how the light pollution got brighter, and as she reached the top, she could tell why. 

In all of its flaming glory was the carnival in the heart of the city. It had it large red and white circus tent with its spotlights dancing across the clouded sky. Then, she could see the rides and games littered across the grass at the square. She saw little dots of people run from one attraction to the next. 

She wished she was one of them. 

She went over to the roof sill and sat down and leaned her head on the concrete, dreaming of being there. 

It would feel lonely and sad if she went by herself, or her friends. Her friends already thought lowly of Jason as they said he was crime ally scum, this would be another example of such. 

She never thought of Jason as some hoodlum from the streets, but by how he was acting, she could see how others would believe it. 

As she gazed down at the palace of wonder, someone else was looking down at her.

He stood a building away on the lip of the concrete. His cape whipped in the wind as his heart felt heavy. Guilt and regret ate away at his core as his mask felt suffocating. 

Jason watched as his beautiful girlfriend longed to be at the carnival and he stood back and watched criminals. 

He wished he wasn’t a hero. He wished he was normal so he could be with her at all times and shower her with the affection she deserves, but he is here, in the shadows and waiting for danger. 

She had no idea of his double life as he knew involving her would put her in danger.

This constant guilt killed him every day as she was no longer expecting him to be her boyfriend, but someone to break her heart. 

It was easy for Dick as his girlfriend was also a hero. They could reminisce about a fight or train together. But Jason? All he could do was lie about his black eye and hope she doesn’t ask too many questions. 

Jason couldn’t handle this guilt anymore. It was killing him too much, especially as his relationship was about to break into pieces. 

He took a deep breath and steadied his nerves. 

He then got out his grappling gun and shot off into the night.

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Y/N let her fingers drum across the concrete. It was quiet, except for the sudden skid of rock that sounded behind her. 

She let out a yelp and whirled around, only to fall short. 

It was Robin. 

THE Robin. 

Y/N mouth opened and closed a couple of times before he spoke. 

“Um. . .” He awkwardly coughed, “Hello.” He said as his voice was deeper than what she expected. 

“Hi,” She responded just as awkwardly. 

“I saw you out here and wondered what would a pretty girl like you would be doing up here all alone.” He said as he approached her as the awkwardness subsided. 

She blushed, “Oh, I. . . my boyfriend bailed.” She bitterly. 

Robin winced. “Why would he bail on such a beautiful lady like yourself?” He asked as he came over to her side and plopped down next to her as he faced her. 

She let out a fake laugh, “I doubt he thinks I’m beautiful anymore.” She said as venom poured from her words. 

Jason’s heart dropped. “No, you are very beautiful! Don’t let anymore make you think you aren’t.” He said sternly. 

Y/N looked at him in surprise as his tone was so serious. She lightly blushed, “thank you.” 

“Of course, and maybe he’s really busy. I hear the stock market isn’t doing well.” He said sheepishly. 

“I doubt that. He’s just helping his dad, not running a company.” She said as her fists wound up. 

Jason floundered for a moment, “Maybe his dad needs help on something else, something really important.”

“Like what?”

Jason didn’t know what to say. 

“See? What could he be doing? I’m pretty sure he’s going to ask to break up with me.” She said sadly as her head broke. 

“NO!” He screamed as Y/N jumped. He coughed, “I mean, no, don’t think that.” 

Y/N gave him a questioning look but didn’t press the matter. 

“You know, I’m pretty sure your boyfriend really loves you. I’m sure he worships the ground you walk on and counts down every second until he can see you again.” Robin said as he spoke softly. 

Y/N looked at him curiously, but her heart started to fill with love. 

“How do you know?” She asked as she doubted him. 

“Because I. . .” He reached for his mask, but stopped. Is he ready for this? Is she ready for this? 

His mouth went dry and his hands came back to his sides. 

“You know, I can offer you something better than a carnival, and you can forget all about your boyfriend.” Robin said as he bounded up like a spring. 

Y/N smiled as his enthusiasm, which reminded her of someone she knew. “Oh yeah?” 

“Oh yeah.” He winked and Y/N went red. 

“What are we going to do? Steal the Batmobile?” 

“Yes-”

Y/N laughed at his joking manner. 

“But, no, I’m going to show you something that is almost as beautiful as you.” He smiled as he extended his hand towards her. 

She took it and stood up with him. His body language was open and excited. He trusted her whole heartily. 

“What is it?” She asked. 

He only smiled and brought out his grappling gun. She gasped as she shrunk back. 

“Woah, no way-You could drop me!” She exclaimed. 

He gasped, “You doubt my strength? Besides, I could never drop a lady.” 

She crossed her arms over her chest, not wanting to go over the edge. 

“Y/N, look at me.”

She did. His eyes were a blue she has only seen once in her life. Her body then relaxed in his hold as his arm slithered around her waist. His warmth and care were so gentle and calming. 

She trusted him whole heartily. 

“Are you ready?” He asked softly. 

She nodded and they shot off. 

Her arms were tight around his neck and she let out a tiny scream as her mind wasn’t catching up to what was happening. 

Their bodies then twisted up and they landed on a concrete edge. 

“Is it over?” She asked as she was still pressed up against him. 

“Yep, all over princess-” 

He knew he was screwed the second he said it. 

He dropped his cover of changed his voice, he called her the only name he had for her, and he looked at her like she was the whole world. 

Her body pushed itself away from him and looked up at him. “Jay?” 

Her voice was silent as she couldn’t believe what she heard. 

He swallowed, “Surpirse?” 

She was flabbergasted. She had her suspicions, but the thought of her boyfriend actually being Robin seemed millions of miles away. 

“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you! I was so scared that you would soon be involved in my superhero life and you would be kidnapped or worse-” 

Y/N didn’t give him another second to explain as he was already being honest all night. 

Her lips slammed against his and his eyes went wide in surprise, but then he relaxed and tilted his head to kiss her more. His arms tightened around her waist and one hand went to cup her cheek. 

Unknown to both of them, a nine-year-old who ran a fan account snapped a shot of the couple as the nametag “DRAKE” dangled from the neck band. 

“I love you.” She whispered again and again as she kept kissing him. The days and nights being apart poured from one another as the night winds wrapped around them. 

Gotham didn’t allow for many things to grow, but Y/N’s and Jason’s love flourished under the night sky. 

Like it would for years to come. 

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A/N: This was so fun for me to write, esp the easter eggs haha :)

@masset-fotia @royalmuffinsworld

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[ilovebeingaturtle]

so sorry for the bother but I have to know your thoughts on Alopex?

Oo, not a bother at all!! Okay so yeah-spoilers for IDW? also this is gonna be kinda ramble-y and not fully thought out AGSHZ It’s very early in the day for me

To start of! Alopex is a great edition to TMNT, she fits in very naturally and she has a design that can simultaneously be adorable and fucking feral, which is great AHA, I’ve always enjoyed fox characters in media so I always feel just a rush of affection whenever I see her like look at that wittle guyyy. Outside of that though she’s just super neat! Again she feels very at home in the world and not just inserted into the narrative which is always a risk with ‘new’ faces in established properties, I love her weapons and her confidence a lot. I think I might be a liiiiiiittle burnt out on “character who was in the Foot that left the Foot” as a trope, but it was still cool!

I think this was the panel I was fully sold on her character, look at that smug little shit

I will say I did find her central-ish story arc in IDW kiiiiindaaaaa boring? Mind control as a trope doesn’t really interest me so I found the whole Kitsune thing with her sorta prevented her from really being her own character for a lot, it’s not that it was bad! It just made me personally kinda disinterested. This is definitely just my own opinion, I think the moments I loved Alopex the most were when her stronger personality traits are allowed to shine and she was sorta held back from doing that for a little, also again yeah it’s just not the type of story I really go for AHA

I’m also not really fully sold on her and Raph together as a couple, but that might just be the aroace in me talking. I couldn’t understand why they liked each other because from my point of view they barely had any chemistry, and by the time they did kinda have chemistry I was sorta lost on how we got to that point. And then in the last issue I read they broke up so, LMAO? I’m not really a romance between characters interested person but I can still often connect or feel the emotions in a ship and I just didn’t for those two AHSJH whoops (the speech Raph had with Angel about her though was cute but again I was sorta still like ???)

On the topic of that though, I haven’t read further yet because the Armageddon games intimidate me, but I did like that she left. I like that they fully addressed her trauma with Shredder like fuck yeah get out of there?! I don’t know how that storyline has been playing out because again, haven’t read it yet, but I am all for the idea of her striking it out on her own for a bit (oh also the shelter she was running at the start of the mutant town arc was a very sweet direction for her too forgot to mention that-)

I definitely really like her and I’d LOVEEE to see her get adapted into more versions! It was super cool seeing her in 2012 even if she didn’t stick around for long. She’s definitely a character filled to the brim with potential that I want to see more of, it’s just that from what I’ve seen so far she hasn’t quite been given a chance to reach it yet. I haven’t fully? Dug my teeth into all of IDW, so maybe I’m missing something? But ye! That’s the basics of my thoughts anyways AHA

#OH also her and Angel being vigilantes together was wonderful I LOVED that #in summary fox I like the lil fox 🦊 #I’m always going to be the number one defender of female characters in TMNT #so regardless of her having areas that I wasn’t reallyyyy engaged by she still has my FULL support AHA

[soupbabe]

Heyyyy :) I was wondering if you could do a lost boys matchup <3 i have a chubbier build with curly black hair and a dollish face. I loveee music and I usually listen to 90’s grunge and nu metal. Makeup is my main hobby and I love to do sfx. I am a very chill person but I am pretty clingy. I love laughing with people and having a good time in general. I have a sarcastic and witty sense of humor. I’m a Gemini and I’m 5”2💕

I hope that was enough information and sorry if there is any spelling errors 😭 anyways have a good day/night💕💕

I match you with,,,

Dwayne ♡

My first thought was Dwayne absolutely being down to be someone to practice your makeup on!! Literally he may be calm and quiet, but just like the other boys, he can be someone who takes a joke and play along to a bit. Especially since I think Dwayne is more on the sarcastic side as well! Y'all bounce off each other very naturally <3

Dwayne can adapt to different styles of affection, but he has always had a preference for the clingy types! Literally he loves the feeling of your arms around your waist and vice versa <33

#match ups #the lost boys #Dwayne the lost boys

[zorbs]

also kuroo and tadashi is another interesting dynamic (sk8 tadashi btw fjdksjsh. kuroo, kita and tadashi hang out in my brain together because theyre all the most intense comfort characters for me rn just go with it)

because of course, tadashi is awfully desensitised to entitled and dramatic assholes, he isnt bothered by kuroo at all. which annoys kuroo because hes so used to being a problem fjdksjsshshsj. but because of that, kuroo really respects tadashi because he can see how adaptable he is but not only that, he can see how much tadashi is willing to look after others. tadashi will help kuroo with things before kuroo even realises its going to be a problem and it kinda freaks him out at first and he will call tadashi “weird” and stuff but he eventually is nothing but appreciative. all of this appreciation actually happens after tadashi ends up preventing kuroo’s sensory overload. like before it could become a big problem, tadashi minimised the sensory intake and then (because headcanon kuroo as needing high pressure and heavy touch to feel safe) tadashi immediately brought him into the tightest hug youve ever felt. kuroo never even told him about the high pressure thing but he just Knew because of how perceptive and attentive tadashi is. this leads kuroo to using his (photographic (another headcanon)) memory in order to learn and remember tadashis hyper specific needs as like a way to repay him. they actually get along better than kuroo and kita do. probably because of how willing tadashi is to adapt to other people. kita teaches kuroo how to stand his own ground and be comfortable in himself and tadashi shows kuroo that people will take care of and understand every single part of him, cementing kitas lesson in place

THIS IS SO LONG AND RAMBLY FJDKSSHHSHS

okay first thing when you said they all hang out in your brain together i just would like to share i immediately pictured them all sitting around a table and drinking tea while physically living in your head i couldn’t tell you why tea idk

AnYWayS okay tadashi and kuroo actually click in my head really well. i loveee the idea that tadashi helps him conquer certain issues before they even become issues in the first place. also?? photographic memory kuroo makes sooo much sense. this is so irrelevant to what you sent sorry for the tangent but now with the hc i’m thinking that bc of his photographic memory he probably wouldn’t need to study for school right but regardless i think he studies anyway solely just because he loves it. he already knows all this info but he goes through it all again bc he finds it that fun. i also think it would be a calming event for him, something he does so he can focus onto one task and not let other things bother him in the moment.

#but uh YES tadashi and kuroo friendship is something i’m v here for #we just got a letter~ #spizy!!

[spookydrreid]

heyy loveee hows your dayy goingg?? hopefullyy well my love u deserve it!

do u have any smutty fics that u recommend my love i need a distraction…yk my co-worker yea hes got a gf 😃 haha that hurt LMAOO buh i wont cry ofccc haha

HE DOES NOT?! Oh my love I am so sorry! I have a smut fic coming out tonight! (A new adaption chapter) but honestly not off the top of my head! I’ll reply under the post with some!!

My day SUCKS: I order the sweater seen below the cut because MGG had it and it got delivered in Henderson, NV!!!!!! I live in NH! And AliExpress won’t refund me because they said I received it. IF I RECEIVED IT I WOULDN’T HAVE TO REFUND IT!

If anyone lives in Henderson NV 89011 and want to pick it up for me and ship it I will literally pay you.

#SheSpeaks #dr spencerr reidd

[nkogneatho]

Pasi, it’s okay. You can and should take ALL the time you need to just.. feel better. We’re not going anywhere—well at least I’m not, so I’ll be waiting for you and when you come back, I hope and pray you’ll be feeling better (ik you will!) Just please take care of yourself. Be a little selfish for once. Focus on you! You can write when you want, you can browse tumblr whenever you want. But honestly your health comes first. Take time for yourself to recover. I’m sorry things seem like their getting worse but like I said once before, it’ll get better, trust me! Stay positive, stay amazing. You’re literally..everything.

I know you might already know most of those things, but I feel like if I didn’t say anything I wouldn’t be…helpful? Or like…of use? Idk lol

But! With that being said, I loveee uuuu and hope you have a wonderful rest rest of your day/night♥️♥️🎊

Hello miira. Thank you so much for sending this. I am so happy that you guys are always so supportive. You aren't obligated to say anything and you don't have to feel like that. Even your normal hie means a lot to me.

I am definitely growing emotionally and trying to adapt things. It'll take time but I hope I get better because I want to do a lot of things and I don't want it all to go vain just because I wasn't feeling it.

Thank you for your support. I love you.

#SORRY TO REPLY THIS SO LATER #pasi and friends♡ #miira♡

[pensbridgrton]

Hi, I’m the Libra anon (bonbonsurprise on AO3) and I loveee the idea of a Libra moon because I am also a Libra moon! I also saw that thedementress mentioned Taurus as a possible sign so since I’m a nerd I decided to look at how I thought all these signs could fit together to make up our sweet boi. (I’m so sorry it’s so long)

Here’s what I found online about Aquarius suns: “The Aquarius sun people like to hang out at big parties or any social gathering with friends, family, and loved ones. They can have an off-beat sense of humor and often surprise people with their goofy antics.” “You are an innovative soul who is always searching for ways to improve yourself and the community around you. You're driven by the freedom to do things your own way, and often surprise others with your unpredictability.” I feel like this tracks, especially with his restlessness in regards to traveling.

Libra moons: “Words commonly used to describe Libra Moons include charming, social, diplomatic, easy-going, adaptable, artistic, graceful, and clear-thinking.” “Those born under this lunation are natural mediators, and Libra moons are happiest when keeping the peace.” “Libra moons are one of the most flirtatious of the moon signs. ... It's all in good fun and usually makes the recipient of the flirting feel pretty good about themselves. But even with all of their flirting, they really prefer relationships.” “Libran boredom. Yes, they notoriously get bored very, very easily, and you might not ever realize it, because they would be the last person to ever tell you that.” I just love this and while my Virgo sun cancels some of this out I think it fits Colin well!

Gemini rising: “Gemini ascendant people are amiable, talkative, open, intelligent and active. Because their sign is dual, they seem to have double personalities. These natives need to communicate their knowledge and always want to learn more of everything.” “you are likely to approach life with a genuine sense of inquisitiveness. You are gifted with a natural sense of curiosity and desire to understand how people or things work.” “By nature, you are likely to be versatile and adaptable, with multiple interests and the ability to fit in with whatever life throws your way.” “You may fear boredom, and so will avoid anything that makes you feel trapped. You may also have a propensity for nervous tension and may need to learn to slow down and focus more.” I think this lends well to his writing and also his aimlessness at times. Not to mention the intelligence and charm!

Taurus Mars: “The Mars in Taurus individual is stubborn and deliberate. The person who has Mars in Taurus is generally easy-going and slow to anger. However, watch out when this person finally does lose his or her temper; the Mars in Taurus person's display of outrage can be quite impressive and unexpected.” “On the flip side, it's sometimes hard for you to change tracks, even if the one you're on is causing you trouble.” “You may enjoy being outdoors, working with animals, or gardening. You work hard but also take play seriously, giving yourself plenty of time to relax.” “You've got a lusty nature, and your erotic drive is consistent. You might need others to make the first move, but once you get in the flow, you're built to last. You can be languid and lazy, or go after what you want with animal urgency.” I do find Colin to be stubborn and at times one track minded (which is funny bc he also can be restless, I think this contradiction in personality but consistency in where and how plays out makes him a fun character). I also think this plays very well in how his romance with Pen develops. Not to mention Taurus is known to be a foodie sign and lovers of luxury!

Interested to know if you think this sounds like Colin since you write him so well or if you have different takes! Thank you for sharing your writing gift with us, hope this isn’t too long was as fun for you as it was for me! 🤍🤍🤍

oh I LOVE ALL OF THIS! it tracks perfectly with how i see Colin's character - he's smart and curious and intelligent, but also restless and easily bored. once he's IN though, he's ALL IN. charming, flirty, easy-going.... canonically in the books, everyone LOVES Colin. plus this stubbornness and slow building temper... exactly!

in my mind, i kinda combine book!Colin and show!Colin, and I feel like this completely captures all the different aspects of his character.

#colin bridgerton #bridgerton #bridgerton meta #love this!!!! glad we figured out his star signs lol

[uwua3]

KSJSOSKAB I love the name!!! Thank you berry much! OwO Also (i hope you dont mind me rambling oop-) Im really sad that i cant play in the next event in A3. I cant even get the story ;-; Cuz our internet got cut off and playing A3 with just data isnt really a good idea with the fact that i use my data with other stuff. Tumblr is keeping me sane XD Oop sorry for rambling. Thank you again! Anyways i hope you have an amazing day/night!!! ~🍰

JUCHAN!!! 🍰���🍦✨🥰 i’m sooo happy you like the name, yay!!! :D hehe you’re so cute TT i don’t mind you rambling at all, i love listening to you ^^^ :) + i’m sorry you can’t play the next story TT it’s unfortunate to hear about your wifi n i hope i can offer support to you during this time :( please know you have someone in this world who believes you will adapt n overcome !!! 🥺🥺🥺 + i’m happy tumblr is safe for you, i’m here any time 💓 + don’t apologize!!! it’s 100% okay!!! 💕💝💞 have an amazing time as well because i loveee you 💖💓💕💘💞💝💗

Bunnie 💗🐰

#juchan anon 🍰 #bunnie’s anon family potluck!

[louvelylouis]

Top 5 unpopular opinions

u want me to die haha

okokok,,, im sorry in advance if my opinions, in any way, offend you. you need not take it personally. i respect others' views as well :))

i. ehm, so, i think that the PJO fandom has overrated Nico by saying that he's underrated over and over. now, before y'all go all bows and daggers on me, i love love loveee our emo son, so spare the curses please.

ii. books are better than movies. i've seen so many polls where people prefer the movie adaptations. y'all lack taste, yikes.

iii. monsoon is actually a pleasant weather. y'all just never sat by the window on a rainy day, earphones on with an eagles song, reading a book or perhaps some poetry, hot chocolate by your side, just feeling the moment,,,, and it shows :''

iv. stan twitter is toxic. (no, i don't intend of justifying myself on this one <3)

v. unpopular opinion but pleaaase normalize wearing sweatpants to parties 😭

#i cant think much rn lmao #im dumb oof #anon #answered

[literallymitch]

oh that’s probably why i haven’t heard of him haha, i’m not a big fan of thrillers either so probably that to.

in normal people you get to follow 2 people and their relationship as they grow up and how their relationship changes as their lives changes. is such a good book and it just strings u along. in where the crawdads sing you also get to follow as the protagonist grows up but it’s more about how their life changes and it also has a murder mystery so if u like that go read it!!! i can’t recommend them enough!

i didn’t think about narnia but that’s a great choice! mine is probably one day cause it did get all the mayor things that was vital in the book, otherwise the movie adaption can be kinda lacking in that department.

what’s a book you wish you could read again for the first time?

- secret santa

i loveee muder mysteries!!! i‘m gonna put it on my list of books to check out :(

and if i could read a book again it would probably be two can keep a secret it’s also a murder mystery i really liked it what’s yours?

also sorry for not responding i was pretty busy i hope you had a great day!!

#mitchs secret santa

[crushzone]

Hi Nin, so sorry to bother you, I just read your Daichi fic, The Warmth of Your Familiarity, and I LOVEEE how authentic the smut seems. I haven't come across a first sex author write about parts like where Daichi went soft so he had to try again before, it's just so detailed. Please ignore this if I am being too intrusive, but I was wondering how much of that was from personal experience? I want to have my first sex, but is so scared. My fam and school r v religious, so sex ed was not a thing.

Warning: Candid discussion of first sex/experience

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Hi anon, omg pleaseee, you are not bothering me at all, I LOVE interacting with you guys.

Firstly, I am SO glad you enjoyed my Daichi fic, and thank you so much for taking the time to shoot me this message, it makes me so happy whenever I get feedback from my readers.

If anybody would like to give The Warmth of Your Familiarity a read, I’ve hyperlinked the title.

Anon, you caught me, this fic holds a very special place in my heart because I’m essentially re-telling my first penetrative sex experience (sex can mean different things to people, just because it is not penetrative, does not mean that it was not sex.) Truthfully, aside from some minor pacing tweaks, the the smut portion was extremely authentic to my experience.

I grew up in a very culturally conservative family and country, where sex is taboo, and there is this strange unspoken stigma against women who has had sex before marriage - something to do with how it makes us lose our value as a wife. So, as someone who was born and raised there, I bought into it, because it was the norm; just something that I was used to, and therefore it had to be right.

However, my sexual exploration started when I dated my first boyfriend in high school, he was a senior and I was a junior at the time.

He was my first for a lot of things - first kiss, hand job, blow job, oral (receiving and giving), fingering, public sex, and bondage. 

I was extremely comfortable sharing my kinks with him, as he was to me, and though it felt wrong, I can’t help but look forward to the next time I see him.

However, the whole stigma against sex still lingers because we’re still in Thailand, so I politely told him I’m not ready for sex, and he respected my decision. Little did I know that all our fore playing, could be considered sex too, it’s just a matter of perspective.

Penetrative sex aside with this relationship, he had truly opened my eyes; teaching me that it’s okay to discuss what I like and don’t like, and that sex and kinks are just as much a part of me as every other aspects of my personality.

He made me question what else I can learn about myself.

Fast forward to my other relationship, this time, he was a college senior I was a junior.

THIS is the relationship my fic was heavily based on.

Similar to my high school ex,

he was also my first for a lot of things - first penetrative sex, sex toys, impact play, long term relationship, and shibari.

We didn’t have our first penetrative sex until 5 months into the relationship, and he had been very respectful of my decision.

At this point, I’ve spent a good 3 years of my time in the United States, exploring myself, so I’m at a much better place with my sense of identity than I was when I was in Thailand.

Here are some factors, off the top of my head, that helped me figure out when I was ready for my first sex:

1. Am I having sex under the pressure of time? Or is this genuinely me feeling content and ready? 

2. Does my partner genuinely care for me? Do they love me? Whether that is platonically or romantically, it doesn’t matter, as long as it is with someone who means a lot to me, then I trust them.

3. Have they been tested for STI/STD + is there protection (condoms). This is IMPORTANT, it may be awkward to ask, but it is extremely vital.

With all those requirements met, I was able to finally have penetrative sex with absolutely no regret.

I’m not going to repeat what was said in the fic, but yea, it was pretty much how it went down.

After this relationship, I didn’t date anyone for a while because I was heartbroken, not until at least a year and a half.

At this point, though I’d have sex with my long term ex frequently, penetrative sex still hurts and I do not find pleasure in it, so I didn’t really have any interest in trying hookups either.

The only hookup I’ve had was when I had my first threesome with two women for the first time, and I enjoyed it. That experience taught me that my gender was, in fact, fluid, and being able to pleasure another woman helped me understand my anatomy better.

Truthfully, I didn’t start feeling pleasure from penetrative sex until at least 2 something years after I’ve started. I’ve only recently experienced pleasure from it with my current husband, so:

Do not freak out if it takes you a while to enjoy sex. Do not expect it to be something that would be perfect and pleasurable from the get go.

Only 25 percent of women are consistently orgasmic during vaginal intercourse, so that might just not be the thing for you, and that is absolutely okay.

Your first time could be very different from mine, or it could be identical.

Some of my friends found no discomfort, even experiencing pleasure on their first, while mine was SO painful, I nearly gave up that night.

Here are some advice to make your experience a little less painful:

1. Use plenty of lube, and please make sure that it will not deteriorate the quality of your condom.

2. Make sure that you are very well prepped. And by well-prepped, I mean, GOOD foreplay, spend a lot of time on foreplay, and do not have sex until you really, truly feel SO SO turned on that your sex twitches at the thought of penetration, and that you’re so wet, you’re almost dripping.

3. Experiment with different positions. 

Missionary with your legs wrapped around your partner’s waist is not a bad start, since the angle doesn’t penetrate as deeply and you can guide them in at your own pace with your legs. Putting a pillow at the small of your back might help, though it didn’t personally help me. 

The Spooning position also makes it easier to take in partners with girthier and longer lengths.

Lastly, some people prefer the Cowgirl position, because then the other partner does not have to fear hurting the other’s first time, because they’re the one riding them. I don’t personally enjoy this position for my first, because I found it more difficult to remain lubricated, and there’s just too many things to focus on for me.

4. Have protective sex, this is SO important. Don’t even mess with the pull out tactics or whatever, mistakes happen. Play it safe, and always practice safe sex. (This and mutual consent is something my fics will never skim on.)

5. Communicate. If you’ve masturbated before and I know that you enjoy to be touch a certain way, please let your partner know. And if they are a good partner, then they should try to accommodate.

6. Be with a good partner. Doesn’t matter if this is a hookup with friends or with your long term lover. Please make sure they are respectful, patient, and will stop when you tell them to. It also helps if you guys are close and are able to laugh at mistakes or some awkward things that may happen.

IF they do not stop when you tell them to, THIS IS NON-CONSENSUAL.

Consent for sex given under the influence is NOT considered one.

That is because your mind are clouded and judgement may be altered, please wait until you are sober to do so.

7. Pee immediately after sex, I’ve read that bacteria enters a woman’s internal organs much faster than men’s because the tunnel is shorter. I’ve had UTI, almost every time I’ve had sex, and it was hell. But that stopped for some reason after a while, it may have been my body freaking out from the sudden change.

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There is so much more I could go on about, but the take away here is that:

yes, first penetrative sex can be very scary and awkward; after all, you are going to be incredibly vulnerable around another person, you might not do things right and neither will your partner.

But it is ok.

Over the years, I’ve come to learn what sex is to me —

a shared intimate moment with someone you love.

That’s it, that is what sex is, and it is what it should be. It is not about how well you can finger someone or dirty talk, everyone has different preferences,

as long as you communicate, adapt, and laugh, everything should be just fine.

If you or anybody else have more specific questions, or would like someone to talk to, please PLEASE never hesitate to hit me up.

I really wish I had someone I could talk to about this in the past, so hopefully, some of you will find this helpful.

#chats with nin #real talk

[peraltiago-stylez]

Hello friend!! I was just wondering what your favorite movie was? Anyway hope you're having a nice day!! :P

Hello there pal! Aww thank you, I hope that you’re having a nice day as well! AHHH that is SUCH a hard question, because I love sooooo many movies! So off the top of my head, I absolutely adore 80s movies like Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Back to the Future, and The Breakfast Club. I’m also super into musical movies, like Moulin Rouge, or even some on-screen Broadway adaptations (although nothing can beat a live show haha!) Oh, and it goes without saying probably, but I loveee Popstar! Weirdly enough though, if I had to pick an all-time favourite movie, it’d have to be the 2011 version of The Muppets. It’s so sweet, and funny, and musical, and it always makes me smile so much. Sorry for rambling on, it’s just so hard to choose only one! 😅 xx