I am interested in asking, What is your course/major in college? Are you an Art student perchance?
Goodluck on your thesis ^_^
My course is Fine Arts majoring in Studio Arts :) I am an art student! And thank you for the luck, I need it π I badly want to graduate.
Thank you to everyone as well for telling me about your anxieties and how they help! It's helping me slowly curve my artwork from just being about me to being something more people can relate to
This is definitely something out of the ordinary that I'd post, but it's needed for my thesis.
For those who have anxiety, could you tell me how it feels, and your outlet? I will not respond to them at all, and you can remain anonymous. I need a broader view of anxiety in a whole, and I need to figure out how I'm going to exhibit my artworks for finals.
For those who will, thank you so much in advance π
Synopsis: The reader and 007n7 became a secret couple months after your arrival, and 007n7 begged to keep it a secret. One evening would unravel everything
Tags: canon violence, swearing, mean Elliot, possible OOC 007n7, survivors are low-key mean here by excluding 007n7, angst, Na'vi reader, Quaritch mentioned (not actually Quaritch, more like a perfect replica of his avatar), Reader's Ikran is named Telisi, 007n7 has a tail and horns
Notes: Reader is part of the Omaticaya, and was close to the Sully family. Sorry if it sucks, I've decided to push through and get this out of my drafts
The round was brutal, no mercy spared by John Doe and the Avatar Quaritch, who was all to eager to put you down faster than anyone else. You were the biggest threat out of everyone - not only were you as deadly as Neytiri, and had experience fighting alongside Toruk Makto, but you were stronger, faster than the others. And if he didn't get you out first, you would've surely been a pest in his side.
You sat in the corner of the couch beside Noob, watching the fight through the tablet he held in his hands. Far too small for your larger ones, so you couldn't hold it. Your ears twitched at the sight of John Doe chasing after your partner, tail flicking in agitation.
"A-are you alright?" Noob asked hesitantly, glancing up at your taller figure. He was always hesitant around you - you were intimidating, far more than the Admins. He's seen you fight, the way you shoot your arrows, maneuver around the map like a feline predator, even using your bow as a weapon when your arrows were on cool down.
He's seen the way you attacked Guest the moment you came to in this realm, the way you sound when you snarl and hiss, the sight of your canines. He's thankful you're not a killer, and thankful you're on their side. Especially after Quaritch joined the killers. Without your expertise on him, they surely wouldn't have lasted long.
"I am fine," you spoke lowly, breathing out a small huff. You leaned forward, your beads clinking against one another. "Angry that the demon got to me." Demon, meaning the Avatar, and everyone else unfortunately. He didn't know your story, and as much as he wanted to pry, he didn't want to get on your angry side.
"He got a lot of p-people... But I think you did really well.." He reassured you with a smile.
Just as he spoke, Chance appeared in the corner, slumped against the wall. He groaned out in pain, clasping his side as the sensations of being impaled rippled through his body. He sucked in a sharp, harsh breath.
"Well, guess I ran out of luck," he groaned, sauntering towards the couch. He plopped beside Noob, leaning his head back. You paid him no mind, your eyes focused on the screen, watching 007n7.
He was doing his best with his clones, using them as meat shields and dodging the spikes as they erupted from the ground, weaving around to make dodge the claws.
Your fingers found it's way to your song chord wrapped around your wrist, fidgeting with the beads and rocks. You could feel yourself growing antsy watching as the corrupted killer focused on 007n7, and barely anyone else. Your ears flicked backwards for a moment, and you forced yourself to look away from the screen.
Death was no stranger to you - you've seen lives lost, experienced nearly dying, and now experienced dying and coming back to life thanks to the God of this realm. At the mere thought of the Spectre, you clenched your fists. He ripped you away from Ewya, from your family, your Ikran. Oh your poor Telisi, you could only hope she was okay, that she was safe with Jake and the others.
A sudden thud erupted from the corner of the room, and your head snapped towards the sound. There stood your lover, gripping his side from the phantom pain of claws tearing through his flesh. 007n7 looked up to meet your gaze, and subtly adverted his eyes, his tail twitching faintly - a signal only you could discern.
He left the room first and went to the dining room, and after a minute, you stood from where you sat and followed suit. Your bare feet padded against the wooden floor as you approached where he stood, his gaze somewhere else.
Stopping right in front of him, you crouched down to meet his gaze, your three fingered hand coming up to gently cup his cheek. "Ma Seven," you spoke softly, your voice barely above a whisper. He breathed out shakily, leaning into your hand.
It was not a good day for him - in fact it was worse than normal. All his remorse, his guilt, the memories of his depression came rushing back, and you couldn't even help him push against his thoughts, not when you all were immediately thrusted into a round.
You were not am expert in Robloxian psychology, not even human psychology, but you knew he was hurting internally, a pain that could not help healed through Ewya or their medication. If only you could connect Kurus with him, feel the pain he was feeling, but he wasn't na'vi, nor a dream walker. You could only listen, and try to help in any way you could.
"You are strong, Ma Seven," you soft reassured him, your other hand sliding to his shoulder, gripping it gently. "Stronger than any one I've met... Oel Ngati Kamie."
At that phrase, he looked up and finally met your gaze, his tired eyes staring into your large doe eyes. You taught him that phrase before - I See You, not seeing them as just in front of you, but seeing everything. A word deeper than I Love You.
"I See You," he repeated just as softly, a faint smile etching onto his lips. Your own smile widened before your ear twitched at the sound of people talking - it seemed that more have respawned. Pulling away from him, you stood up slowly. "You return first," you said. "I will follow."
It pained you to not reveal your relationship with him. After all, in the ways of the Na'vi, the courtship is highly different. Being able to parade with the one you love without fear or judgement, becoming one before Ewya. But you couldn't do that here, and it tore at your heart.
007n7 gave a nod of his head and stepped out first, walking slowly back towards the couch where the other survivors were. It seemed Guest, Two Time, Duesekkar, and Taph had died to their hands. It wasn't a surprise - the new killer was ruthless, hard to stun and even harder to run from. It was as if the Spectre was taunting them with a stronger killer, but at least the playing field was leveled when you were on it.
You stayed in the kitchen, tail swaying behind you as you breathed softly. It wasn't that you didn't want to interact with the others, even if that was true. You missed your home tree, missed Neytiri, missed Kiri and Tuk. Hell, you missed Lo'ak being annoying. It hurt deep inside your heart - a vulnerability you refused to show, even to 007n7. You couldn't show weakness in this world.
As you regained your composure, your ears snapped up upon hearing muffled yelling. It sounded like it was Elliot... Your eyes narrowed as you stood straight, walking back over towards the main lobby to see what was going on. And what you saw made you stop in your tracks: Elliot punching 007n7, and your beloved falling to the ground. Something snarled deep inside of you, the urge to protect your mate surging forth.
"It's because of you we lost the round!" Elliot yelled in anger, towering over the fallen hacker. Guest and Chance held the pizza guy back from hurting 007n7 any further, but they could feel his body shaking with rage. "If you hadn't gotten reckless and died, and given them 30 extra seconds, we could've won!"
"Elliot, calm down!" Guest ordered, surprised by how much strength the support had. Elliot was running on adrenaline, on rage, his body physically stronger than usual. And it was all aimed towards 007n7, who shakily pushed himself back up, wiping the blood with the back of his hand. "I... I tried to use my clone, but John knew." He tried to defend himself.
Elliot gritted his teeth. He didn't believe that for one second - how could this hacker, the one who tormented his place of work, nearly cost his job, suddenly become this pathetic and weak? Sure, he claimed to have changed after adopting that pill baby, but has he really?
"Bullshit," he spat angrily, yanking his arm free from Chance's grasp. He struck 007n7 again, feeling his fist colliding with his face once more. His knuckles hurt, pulsating with pain, but he couldn't care less. Loss after loss after loss, he couldn't take it anymore! Couldn't take this godforsaken realm.
Just as Chance was about to wrangle Elliot in again, he saw a blur of blue. Everything happened so fast - one second they were holding him back, the next, both Guest and himself were pushed to the ground, and Elliot was thrown against the wall with a loud thud.
You crouched above 007n7, ears pinned back, canines exposed as you hissed at them so deeply, so threateningly. Your tail was thrashing from side to side, angry at them. "Kea 'eylan oehu yawne!" You yelled in your native tongue. No one could understand what you said, but knew you were angry.
The other survivors could only watch with widened eyes at what went down - the way you protectively stood over 007n7, looking at Elliot the same way you stared at Quaritch - with nothing but hatred. Noob shrunk back into the couch, Duesekkar floating nearby, hesitant to step in and possibly enrage you further.
Guest looked at you with a complicated look. He didn't know what pushed you over the edge, but judging by the way you were protecting 007n7, he could guess why. He slowly stood up from where he was pushed down, and made his way over to Elliot. He helped the support up, raising one hand up to show he meant no threat.
He knew how dangerous you were, after all, you nearly killed him when you first came to this realm. You were a warrior, a hunter, and what he was looking at was someone who wasn't to be trifled with. "Let's calm down, okay?" He spoke firmly but softly. "Elliot, apologise to Seven. What you did was over the line."
Elliot grunted as he gripped his shoulder, staring at you. To say he was afraid was an understatement. He's never been the target of your glares before, but now that he is, it made him feel smaller. The way you were crouched, like a mother tiger ready to defend their young - a look of a predator protecting their territory.
"I..." He began, hesitating for a brief moment. He didn't want to apologise, but with how tense everything had become in a blink of an eye, he knew he had to. He swallowed his anger. "I'm sorry, 007n7, and to you," he gestured towards you. "I... Went far out of line, and I shouldn't have..."
Even as he apologised, however, you couldn't bring yourself to calm down. You're aware of how outcasted 007n7 felt, aware of his problems. Yet after seeing Elliot harm him, push him to the ground, and seeing his blood, it made you want to draw blood yourself.
A hand grasping your wrist brought you out of your stare, looking down to see 007n7 sitting up, blood trickling from his nose. "Mawey..." He said. "Mawey, please." His plead made your eyes soften, and slowly, your posture relaxed.
Turning to face him in your crouch, you cupped his face and checked the extent of his injuries, uncaring that everyone was now staring at the two of you. His hands moved up to grab at yours, pulling them away with a shake of his head. He was fine.
Breathing out softly, the beads in your hair rattled as you turned and faced the others, your nostrils flaring. "Do not touch my mate," you growled lowly, uncaring if you revealed your relationship to them.
Elliot stiffened at the revelation, his eyes wide. It... Made a lot of sense now. Why the two of you always seemed to gravitate towards one another despite your slight distrust that still lingered
Well, it seemed 007n7 had a natural protector now β and it came in a 9foot tall blue fierce package.
Okay this is so random but whenever I remember that scene where verity just says βI can give you enchantments, ask meβ makes me think like he is Doraemon and he could pull any items out of his vest or pockets tooπ
I'm not gonna lie, I've never seen Doraemon before π but I trust you in your thinking.
I'm just going to take a small 1-3 day break in writing - I'm not feeling too well, and I want to use this opportunity to rest my brain and focus on my thesis πββοΈ I will however be active across Roblox and TikTok!
Been seeing a lot of angst on this page so Iβm gonna try to fix that for you. (I havenβt seen like none with his monster forms so I need to write oneπ)
So unfortunately, for reader verity does end up coming in 3 days, obviously breaking in through the base and corners reader about to eat them when suddenly reader puts up their hands to try to push his head back, but ends up putting their hands on his jaw. (which unbeknown to reader and even verity since no oneβs ever touched him in this form before) he LOVES face scratches. Suddenly reader has this huge 12 foot tall monstrosity melting in their hands and rolling on their back like a dog rumbling for more, which reader gladly does.οΏΌ
(I hate that people donβt write about his monster form since I would love to see more about it:[)οΏΌ
Oh my goodness, I'm just imagining the whole How To Train Your Dragon scene where Hiccup discovers Dragon's love chin scratches.
And the lack of monster Verity is a crime, but luckily for you, I got about... 2-3 requested fics with his monster form, and cooking up an idea for one
Has a Verity yume... PLEASE MAKE MORE VERITYΓREADER QJDJQGDJQSH
I WILL DONT WORRY!! Verity x reader content will not be going anywhere (unless Its near midterms or finals, then I'll be on a short hiatus but that's it)
"Cat got your tongue" Part 2 is coming (and so is someone else hehe sorry)! It'll be on my side blog that I've added to my bio pin, but it's going to take awhile, so please be patient!
I did write something there recently if you wish to read it while waiting - but MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH MY SIDE BLOG PLEASE
Griefer is a vampire and likes to scare and chase around Reader to scare them, but one night decides to take them out for a night in the woods to make up for it
She/her if possible please thank you!!
"What's the meaning of this, if it won't end with a kiss?"
Grie.fer x fem! reader
Tags: Vampire!Griefer, Griefer being a little shit, female reader, reader is a human, reader is not Player in this, hella fluffy, tired reader, accidental confession, kissing
Notes: akshsnsbjss
You were an average Robloxian, living in Turitopulis. You weren't special, didn't have a special job, and most certainly never went on adventures like the Hero did. You were just you - a simple woman just living her life to her fullest.
Like most people, you just went on with your day - work, walk around the city and venture into the vegetation and forest just nearby. But some days, you didn't get the luxury of simply relaxing and doing whatever you wanted.
Brad Thaniel, who prefers going by Griefer, was Mayor Thaniel's son - a vampire Robloxian who enjoyed chasing after people. Or more specifically: you. He enjoyed pulling pranks on you, scaring you out of the blue, chasing you around and laughing when you yelled at him to leave you alone.
But despite your annoyance with his over-the-top pranks, you could never deny the flutter in your chest when he was near, when he scared you, spooked you, and chased after you. Call yourself crazy, but you had a massive crush on him.
Despite his annoyance, that you begrudgingly found endearing, he was charming, handsome, and certainly an interesting person to be around with, regardless if he was a vampire or not.
Unlike other vampire kind, Griefer never went after Robloxian blood, but rather, feasted off of animal blood in small quantities to quench his hunger. He never wanted to kill another human being, even after stabbing himself with the Venomshank. His perseverance to never succumb was strong.
And that's what pulled you in, he was different... And you loved his difference.
It was approaching nightfall as you threw out the trash in the communal dumpster, breathing out a soft sigh. Today has been tiring - so many things going wrong during your shift at work, not to mention the piled chores you had yet to complete. Your hair, usually neat and tidy, was mused and tussled from you running your hand through your hair out of sheer frustration and exhaustion.
"H3Y," a familiar voice called out from behind you. You jumped, the lid of the dumpster slamming shut. "Griefer!" You scolded lightly, turning to face the Vampire. He had a sheepish look on his face, clearly having not intended on scaring you, at least not this time. "50RRY," Griefer apologized. "1 D1DN'T M34N T0 SC4R3 Y0U TH1S T1M3."
Your expression softened, a soft sigh leaving your lips. Shaking your head, you offered him a soft yet tired smile. "No, it's okay... I've just been so worked up; work hasn't been well." You explained tiredly. You were just glad it was your weekend; you could relax for a few days before getting back to the never-ending grind.
Griefer's eyebrows furrowed, staring at your haggard form. There was a pang in his heart at the sight of you all exhausted, drained from the both the mental and physical load you had to do. He sometimes wished you didn't push yourself so hard, sometimes wished he could help you ease that workload and help you.
But in order to do that, he'd have to tell you that he didn't just like you as a friend, but he liked you more that that. He saw you as someone he wished to spend the rest of his life with, even if he aged slower than morals like you. He wanted to keep you by his side, be the partner you needed and not just a friend who pranked and scared you all the time - even if he did like doing that.
"4R3 Y0U BU5Y L4T3R?" Griefer suddenly asked, breaking the momentary, comfortable silence between the two of you. His question caught you off guard, and you blinked once, then twice. "No, I don't have anything to do, why?" You asked. He simply hummed, glancing away for a brief moment. "C0M3 W1TH M3 L4T3R, 1 W4NT T0 SH0W Y0U S0M3TH1NG."
With that, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving you with more questions than answers. You called out his name, hoping he'd turn around and simply tell you what he was planning, but he was already half way down the road. That Vampiric ability of his, letting him be faster than everyone else. You sighed and shook your head, guess you'll find out later.
An hour passed, and just as Griefer said, he came by to your house once more. Now you two were walking through the woods just at the edge of town. It was cold and breezy, but it was a welcome temperature compared to the blistering heat of mid day.
The two of you walked mostly in silence, your hand brushing against his every once in awhile. It was dark, animals roaming through the trees and owls flying overhead, hooting at the two of you as you passed them from below. As eerie as the woods were, Griefer's presence helped keep you calm and grounded.
"So," you began softly. "What are we doing out here?" You asked, glancing up at the taller vampire. He hummed as a response, walking just a few more feet before stopping. "TURN 0FF Y0UR FL4SHL1GHT 4ND L00K UP," Griefer said, pointing a finger up towards the sky.
Your brows furrowed, but you did as he said, flicking the switch downwards. Darkness immediately consumed the area around you for a brief moment before your eyes began to adjust, the moon giving the night a gentle glow. Slowly, you tilted your head up and what you saw made your eyes widen.
The sky was beautiful; stars pulsating and filling the sky above you, not one cloud in sight. Some shot across the sky, leaving behind a quick, faint trail of orange, while others glowed brighter than the rest.
"Wow..." You whispered, captivated by the beauty. As you gazed up at the sky, Griefer was gazing at you, his eyes studying your face. How your hair framed your face, the gentleness in your features, the stars reflecting in your eyes. You were the most beautiful thing he's ever seen in his life - you were utterly breathtaking.
"Is this why you brought me out here?" You asked softly, turning your attention back towards Griefer. He snapped out of his trance, the darkness hiding his darkening cheeks. He gave a nod of his head, thankful that not only it was dark, but his cap covered shadowed his face as well.
"Y3S," he answered truthfully. "4ND, 1 BR0UGHT Y0U H3R3 4S 4N A4P0L0GY F0R 4LW4YS SC4RING Y0U," he added soon after, his gaze softening as he stared into your eyes. "1'VE SC4R3D Y0U QU1T3 4 L0T, M0R3 TH4N 1 SH0ULD HRV3, 4ND 1'M S0RRY F0R TH4T."
His apology made your eyes widen. You never expected him to apologise for scaring and pranking you - it was his thing that he was known for in the city. His pranks, the way he scares people, it was the most prominent thing about him before the Venomshank incident. He's truly mellowed out since then.
"I accept your apology, Griefer," You smiled. "But you don't have to apologise. As much as you scare me and prank me, I know it's just your way of doing things. They are funny sometimes."
His lips curled into a smile, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. "Y0U KN0W, 1F 1 D1DN'T KN0W 4NY B3TTER, 1'D S4Y Y0U ENJ0Y3D B31NG PR4NK3D BY M3," He teased with a toothy grin, a teasing edge in his voice. You playfully rolled his eyes, a laugh leaving you. "So what? Does it matter that I like you?" You asked before realising what you had implied.
You stiffened up, cheeks turning red. Shit, shit! You had gotten so comfortable, you let your mind slip. Curse your exhaustion! "I-I mean the pranks, of course! I enjoy your pranks! And your company, a-and your presence!" You rambled, desperately trying to cover up your slip up. But it was no use, Griefer knew what you implied.
He stepped closer to you, the leaves on his arm gazing against your arm. He tilted his head down to look at you, and you suddenly found your shoes to be more interesting than anything else. "Y0U L1K3 M3, HUH?" He asked softly, his voice full of nothing but surprise and tenderness.
Knowing there was no way out of this, you sheepishly nodded your head, fiddling with the flashlight in your hand. Feeling his hand grasping your chin, you lifted your head up and looked at him, your eyes meeting his.
His cheeks were flushed, a sight you never thought you'd see on him. And his smile, it was gentle, shy even. Never did you think you'd see this side of him. "W3LL, 1'M GL4D TH3 F33L1NG'S MUTUAL."
Before you could ask what he meant by that, you noticed his gaze wasn't on your face, but on your lips. A silent way of asking permission to kiss you. Feeling your heart skip a beat, you slowly leaned up, and he leaned in, pressing his lips onto yours.
His lips were a little chapped and rougher than you expected, but he tasted sweet, almost like witches brew. Your eyes fluttered shut, your hand reaching up to cup his cheek gently. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss, your lips dancing together.
The wind picked up around you, but neither of you paid attention, caught in the moment. Pulling back for air, you stared up at him with wide eyes, cheeks so red not even the night sky could hide it. You smiled shyly and leaned up, kissing him once more.
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