Hi! Iβm Rae, and this is my intro post! || Please read byf! || NEW ACCOUNT! (3rd account, others got terminated)
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This is my darkship side blog! Iβm a fan artist and fic writer. All my friends are antis so Iβm looking to make some new ones!Β
Before anyone interacts, I want it to be known that I am 7teen! Iβm mostly looking for other minors, but adults can interact on here if comfortable
I use she/her. I donβt have any trauma, I do this for fun lmaoΒ
Iβm not uncomfortable with nsfw, and will probably post/reblog nsfw adjacent things. But Iβm not nsfw exclusiveΒ
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Yumeship sideblog!: @riiveresque
Some fandoms Iβm in: Arcane, Black Butler, Scream, Avatar, Cars. Of course these arenβt the only things I like, but the stuff youβll probably see the most. Especially Arcane and Avatar.
In terms of darkship content/tropes, I like shotacon, lolicon, noncon & dubcon, incest, age gap, and most other dead dove stuff. Only thing Iβm not into is beastiality, but those who are, are still welcome to be here!
Iβm a huge Jayvik fan! Viktor and Jayce are my favs of all time. Especially Viktor, thatβs my husband right there ππ I am a multishipper though! I also enjoy meljay and Melvik. Iβm not that into jinx, Cait and vi, but I have no problem consuming content with them!
I also love love loveee JakeLo!! (Jake Sully x Lo'ak) I'm calling myself the CEO because no one posts about it ππ me and the 75 fics on ao3 against the world
I do have a main non proship blog! Itβs not explicitly proship and I intend to keep it that way. If you find it, please donβt reference this blog on that one.
I also might do some horny posting not related to any characters. What can i say? Im a lonely girl who craves to be loved and touched
DNI: Antis! Please donβt interact with my content! Iβm not looking to fight, and i definitely donβt want to be told Iβm a pedophile. MAPS and Zoos are not welcome here! All content stays fictional. T.R.A.S.H.
Author's note: for @microcest prompt no. 113: argument turned sexual
omg netelo guys...i'm getting way too into them...hehe
also posted on ao3
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Neteyam follows Lo'ak only to see him getting ready to ride his ilu.
"No way you're rolling out of here, baby brother," Neteyam says, the nickname slipping out like it always does. Lo'ak turns his head, watching him walk up.
"I have to warn Payakan about the pingers." Neteyam shakes his head. Payakan. Neteyam didn't get it, didn't get what made him so special.
"No, you've got to keep your skxawng ass here," Neteyam says, coming right up to Lo'ak. He moves his hands to accentuate his point. When he looks up at Lo'ak he can see the frustration appear immediately.
"He's outcast," Lo'ak says, brows furrowing as he sways, keeping his eyes locked on Neteyam. "There's nobody to warn him but me!"
"Bro..." Neteyam sighs softly, raising his hand to rest it on Lo'ak's head. This boy, always so stubborn. It was admirable at times, but not when it put Neteyam at risk of getting in trouble. "Why do you always have to make things so hard?" he asks softly. Lo'ak pushes his hand off, his head. He lets out a small huff, ears lowering just slightly. His brows twitch.
"You mean why can't I be the perfect son like you?" He asks with that stupid little condescending head tilt. Neteyam's ears flatten as he presses his lips together. Of course. Of course he'd say that. Neteyam nods, backing away and turning.
"The perfect little soldier?" Neteyam knew he was far from perfect. Far from living up to Toruk Makto. He just knew how to fucking listen.
"Well I'm not you! Okay?" Lo'ak yells, brows furrowed. Neteyam turns back towards him, an irritating anger in his chest that made itself present in his face and his tail curling up harshly. But Netyeam watched as Lo'ak's face shifted into something softer, staring at him with his big eyes.
"I'm not you."
It sounded like he wanted to be.
"He's my brother. I'm going," Lo'ak says, pointing off into the distance, turning his body without his eyes leaving Neteyam's face.
That just pissed off Neteyam more.
He felt an anger rise up his chest. It made him feel hot. That stupid tulkun was Lo'ak's brother? The one he met only a few months ago? And the audacity to say that right in his face...
Lo'ak turns to walk away the second Neteyam begins to speak.
"Oh, he's your brother?" And Lo'ak kept walking away. The little shit. Neteyam grabs Lo'ak's arm tightly, forcing him to turn around and face him. Lo'ak's eyes drag themselves up to Neteyam's face again.
"No, I'm your brother," He says with gritted teeth, pointing his hand at his chest. He stares at Lo'ak intensely, wanting his point to get across. That tulkun should mean nothing compared to him, compared to his actual family.
"Get off'a me!" Lo'ak exclaims, yanking his arm out of Neteyam's grip. He lunges for his ilu, but Neteyam grabs him again. Lo'ak quickly catches his footing and turns quicker than Neteyam can see, punching him right in the face.
Neteyam lets go of him, staggering back. He gasps, looking at Lo'ak with wide eyes. Lo'ak looks at Neteyam with a fire in his glassy eyes. Neteyam scowls, tackling Lo'ak and easily taking him down.
The two begin to roll around, limbs tangling with each others as they both attempt to punch the other. The two grunt and yell, Lo'ak desperately trying to win.
Neteyam is stronger.
He rolls Lo'ak onto the ground, straddling him and holding his arms to the ground. Lo'ak squirms, grunting as he tries to regain control. When he realizes he can't, he hisses.
Neteyam hisses right back, ferociously. Lo'ak's ears flatten, eyes full of tears.
Both of them are breathing hard, hearts pounding, anger simmering. Lo'ak's breaths are shaky. He weakly hisses again, trying to get out of his grip. Neteyam leans foreward, placing more of his weight on Lo'ak as he grabs his jaw with one hand.
"Don't you ever call him your brother in front of me, okay?" Lo'ak stares, blinking as he pouts.
"But he's my spirit brother," he says. Neteyam rolls his eyes, letting go of his chin. His hand moves down, resting on Lo'ak's inner thigh, slowly creeping underneath the loincloth.
"And I'm your real brother. I'm always here, always have been, always will be. I know you better than you know yourself," he mumbles, finger pressing against Lo'ak's asshole. Lo'ak gasps, dick twitching.
"Payakan understands me. He Sees me. He's more similar to me then you'll ever be."
Neteyam clenches his jaw, shoving a finger inside. Lo'ak gasps louder this time, more akin to groan or grunt.
"He Sees you? Baby bro...I See You. Okay?" He says, pumping his finger in and out. Lo'ak whines from the pain, those tears from earlier coming back.
"Don't lie."
"I See You, Lo'ak. As much of a skxawng you are, I See You," he says softly, his finger not stopping. Lo'ak gasps softly, hips twitching. He begins to cry.
Neteyam tilts his head.
"Do you understand now? You're mine. Not some tulkuns," Neteyam says, adding a second finger. roughly. Lo'ak mewls, breath catching.
