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#Neis dream
nei-ning · 1 year
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Been having lots of weird dreams once again in many nights but this time, I don't remember them. Only very faint flash there or there - like remembering seeing brown color, still without being able to remember them.
Right now I had another dream but just before I woke up, I heard gentle male voice, saying:
"They are working hard (on themselves). You need to work hard too. Only that way you will succeed."
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hoppityhopster23 · 2 months
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Random question, but do any of you know how the Marshals (and other well known people of the Napoleonic era) treat children? not just their kids, but like other children as well?
I remember there being a post about something similar to this (I believe it mentions Vandamme making baby sounds at a baby,) but i cant find it. I genuinely wonder if that was a fever dream. I also remember seeing a post somewhere about Ney finding an abandoned child and helping them find someone to take care of them, but I'm not even sure where i found that, much less its source.
Can anyone confirm these bits of info, know of the post I'm talking about, or have any anecdotes regarding these people and children?
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vertexlex · 4 months
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Long time, no see! Purple is finally done on my Sega color wheel challenge! We got NiGHTS from NiGHTS into Dreams, Espio from Sonic the Hedgehog, and Nei from Phantasy Star!
We're on the last one now! Hit me with some Pink Sega characters to draw!
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braisedhoney · 1 year
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Heya captain! Just popping in to ask...
Have any other crew members experience weird reaccouring dreams? And by reaccouring i meant it all happened in the space ship-
Each time though the situation would be different. Sometimes there's some kind of rogue space bandits chasing us down the halls trying to kill us (thankfully we managed to escape and hide since we know our way around the ship more) and other times it's some kind of weird mysterious force that we suspect are of alien origin, but we never really know or saw what exactly it was, just that we know it's out there searching for us, hunting, we only ever heard it, but our survival instinct always screams 'RUN' whenever we feel or hear it near us...
There was always an underlying danger in them, some more familiar and similar, while some are completely different and new-
Heh, sorry cap, i probably sound a little nuts huh? Maybe they're just some really weird nightmares born from my more extreme paranoia and imagination- and maybe a little bit of insomnia since i couldn't seem to sleep regularly yet.
Anyways, i hope i you don't mind me reporting this, it just felt like i had to tell someone and you're the first person i thought of!
I hope it's not too much trouble! You probably got a lot to worry about, it's probably nothing too important anyway, maybe a side affect of cryosleep.
Sincerely your crew -#1454
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(Btw LOVE your art!💛(as always XD))
oh no, it's no trouble at all! seems like you've been having some pretty strange dreams, can't blame you for looking for some answers.
if it is being caused by something aboard here i doubt it'll only affect one person, so maybe it'll help to ask around the next time break rolls around. if you keep having trouble sleeping, it might help to head down to medbay and have them check you out for a bit, maybe ask to stay there for a few days to monitor you, see if your vitals are in order. they should be easily accessible from the terminal on your arm. just try not to linger too long in the hallway that leads to storage—the doc's been pulling "pranks" more often, but i don't think he fully gets how human humor works. safe travels! o7
(awww your little crewmate doodle is adorable!! thank you for both joining the hive chatter :'D)
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thesillydoll · 7 months
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This is my Halloween, by Neil Gaiman and Marc Hempel (Mature)
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From Sandman: The Kindly Ones #1.
Neil Gaiman thanks for this.
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profetessa · 9 months
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A few nights ago I had a dream where this guy looked me straight in the eyes and told me "if, when a person dies, you don't remember them with respect and dignity, you will let them die twice" 😭
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trophyfemmebimbo · 2 years
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having... butch s*g*r daddy femme s***r baby thoughts
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eyeoftheheart · 3 months
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nei-ning · 1 month
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Woke up in this very strong half asleep - half awake state where I felt arms around me. It was honestly SO pleasant feeling! To be embraced by these strong muscular arms which so tightly, yet gently, and lovingly held me, rubbing my arms and back with few slow but long gentle strokes a bit.
This hugger was definitely a male, I could tell that instantly but there's this one fact you all need to know: I've never been hugged by an adult man. My father never hugged or held me, nor any other male family member. I shouldn't know how it feels like to be hugged by a man but in that moment I instantly knew - and I liked that. I'm no hugger but, yeah, I would let him hug me again.
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araiz-zaria · 8 months
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Last night I dreamed that Alexander Mikaberidze (yes, that one) was commenting a QRT over at the site formerly known as twitter, and the QRT was a comment on... Yuzuru Hanyu's technique on ice (which looked strikingly similar to a certain ballet technique... 👀👀)
(iirc I think YH performed a new program too in the clip, with a black and white costume (a bit different from if...), the clip was short but the program had a classical feel to it 👀)
and ofc I jumped in and replied to him, explaining all I know about Yuzu's intuitive mastery of reminiscent-of-ballet technique on ice...😅🙃🙈
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sparksinyoursmile · 10 months
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ech0sb0nes · 1 year
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Tanto per tenerlo a memoria prima che me ne dimentichi (la memoria non è mai stato il mio forte): ti sogno ancora, e ancora.
L'ultima volta nel sogno ti ho detto tutto quello che non posso più dirti.
È stato quasi reale e mi sono sentita un po' meglio. Se non altro, eri là.
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cash-111 · 4 months
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Am I so bad?
Pairing: Theodore Nott x Reader
CW: just some minor hurt-comfort. Friends to lovers. Reader is purely gender neutral except for the fact they have longish hair.
Synopsis: Theo is insecure after you snort at the idea of you being together.
Words: idrk but it’s very short.
A/N: sorry this isn’t very professional or aesthetic, or beta read. It’s my first fic on here, I’ll get the gist eventually.
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“Would it be so bad?”
Having had your interest peeked, you looked up from the book you were so enthralled by. Theodore laid on your bed, his uniform messy and crumpled from the day’s commotion, looking up at your ceiling.
“Hm? What, Theo?”
Your eyes dropped down on the page again, turning it slowly, almost to savor the feeling of the paper on your fingertips.
“Would it be so bad” He repeated “if we… you know, were to date?” His hands rested on his chest, one of his thumbs smoothing the top of the other in a soothing way.
“What’s this about now?” You said, a playful tone in your voice. “You getting desperate, Teddy?”
His face scrunched up in one of his usual sarcasm-filled smiles, before it straightened into a normal one.
“Be serious for a moment, would you?”
“Okay…” you closed your book on your lap and sat up “So what’s this about?”
He rolled around too so he could face you, consequently scooching up with a few huffs. “Well,” he started “you made a really disgusted, wacky sound when those Hufflepuffs mistook us for a couple”
He gestured, a hint of a shrug. “And, you know, I wanted to know what was up”
You set your book on the table, your eyebrows raised.
“Oh my god. The Theodore Nott feels insecure? Check the date, I need to put this on my calendar!” You gasped jokingly, getting up in a hurry. You laughed as Theo caught your thighs and threw you onto the bed with him.
“I’m not insecure.” he reasoned, quite loudly.
“Mhm” you pursed your lips, trying not to let any more laughter slip, but he caught on and started tickling you as ‘his revenge’.
Once you were begging for him to stop, he finally relented, mumbling a satisfied ‘that’s what you get’.
As you caught your breath, a big grin still on your face, Theo turned away from you, his shoulders slacked.
“Hey, what’s the matter?” You came to rest a hand on his shoulder, your voice softer and worried. In turn, his hand shot up to rest on yours.
“Do you truly, actually, find me sickening?” He smiled, but his eyes were sad and his voice carried that hint of melancholy that let you know he was asking sincerely.
“What? Of course not, Theo.” You squeezed his shoulder in reassurance, and your other hand came to smooth over his back. “You’re the most handsome guy I know. I thought you knew that, that’s why I was making irony earlier” you explained.
He turned his head to look into your eyes. “I’m the most handsome guy you know?” His usual grin finally reclaiming his features.
“Psh, don’t flatter yourself.” you pushed him lightly. “But yes” you returned his grin with one of your own.
“So I do have a chance” he propped himself up more to face your body.
“In your dreams, Ted” you gave him a quick peck on the cheek, before patting his head and going to put up your hair.
He tsked and mumbled to himself. “Nei miei sogni facciamo già molto di più, tesoro” In my dreams we do a lot more already, darling (treasure)
“What was that?” You spoke up, busy looking at your image in the mirror.
“Nothing, nothing…”
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niqhtlord01 · 3 months
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Humans are weird: When there is no honor to be had
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The Vindi War had been the first intergalactic war humanity had faced while fighting alongside alien allies. Up until then humanity had chosen that while it had made several defensive pacts and alliances over the last several decades with other great powers they would not allow their military forces to be placed under the command of foreign powers. Yet the conflict with the Vindi had escalated to such an extent that human military might was no longer capable of winning the war alone.
So one by one several treaties were called up and the allies humanity had cultivated added their own forces to the progressing war. Things finally seemed to be turning around when the Vindi carried out an assassination against the Cargav leader Tul. The assassin had stowed aboard a Cargav transport as it docked with the flagship of the Cargav contingent and slit Tul’s throat while he was sleeping in his quarters. No one realized the commander was dead until long after the act had been carried out and the assassin had snuck back off the ship.
In the human mindset while the assassination of a leader could cripple a war there were procedures in place to limit the extent of the damage. The chain of command existed so that responsibilities would pass on to the next in command ensure that the human military was never without a leader. Tactics and strategies were taught to all commanders instead of being shared with only the top leaders. Even the diversifying of military branches made it so no one single leader was in command of all forces to allow for flexible reactions to situations.
The Cargav did not have any of this.
In their culture when a war leader was chosen they would be the sole voice of the war until the conflict ended. Their authority was unquestionable and every Cargavan who joined the campaign under their leader swore a blood oath to follow them into the jaws of hell itself if needed.
They had no concept of betrayal or power grabs; no dreams of launching violent coups or misusing military might for personal gain. To the Cargavan’s war was a sacred passage that one would follow for the betterment of all their people. So when Tul died every Cargavan, from lowest orderly to fleet captain felt an overwhelming sense of shame and failure. The death of their leader was seen as the darkest mark of shame their people could obtain and the only way they could undo it was by mass ritual suicide. In that way they would indeed follow their commander into the depths of hell were they could command them once more.
When the human commander Jarvis Lee heard of this he at first did not believe it was a real tradition. He had not done extensive background research on his allies aside from military tactics and could not believe that of the 300,000 Cargavan’s deployed to the campaign all of them would kill themselves.
This reality was finally accepted however when Lee was informed that all Cargavan forces had withdrawn from frontline activities and began donning ceremonial robes. A coalition broadcast soon went out not long after with the Cargavan second in command beginning a death chant of his people.
Realizing that the sudden loss of three hundred thousand allied combatants would cripple the war effort; Lee got on the fastest shuttle and flew directly to the Cargavan flagship after every transmission he sent was blocked.
With every Cargavan in the process of the death ritual Lee met no resistance with boarding the flagship. It took several minutes for Lee to orient himself with the ship’s layout and find the hold the death rite was being carried out in. He sprinted down the winding corridors hoping he would reach there before it was too late. ------------------------------
“Zem zull na, brea ka lu mo. Dea fra muz tah, sen bou nei ru.”
The rhythmic chanting was getting louder as Lee pounded through the alien corridors. His breathing was beyond labored and with each frantic sprint the grey shrouds circling his vision grew thicker; but he could not stop.
He did not care what significance a death ritual held for the Cargavan’s; only that with the sudden loss of the entire Cargavan contingent would mean for the campaign.
After what felt like an eternity Lee stumbled upon the central chamber the rite was being broadcast from. He swiped his access key across the nearby panel but the device merely blinked red and denied him entry. Through the thick metal doors Lee could hear the chanting growing louder and knew he had mere minutes to stop the ceremony but was powerless to get through the doors.
Just as he was about to give up hope he heard the sound of terran boots on deck plates and turned to see his honor guard finally catching up to him.
“Breaching charge, now!” Lee shouted at them.
“Sir?” the leader spoke as he caught his breath, but nonetheless reached down and pulled a small circular device from his belt before handing it to Lee.
Lee snatched the charge from the guard and slapped it on the door as his honor guard slowly began backing away. He spun the activation dial for ten seconds before activating the timer and running back down the corridor. The charge went off just as he turned the corner sending a shower of broken metal, fire, and smoke back after him missing him by mere inches.
Before the smoke had cleared Lee was storming back down the ruined corridor and leaping through the wreckage of what once was the door. Inside he was greeted by the heavy glares of some thousand or so Cargavan’s who had ceased chanting.
They stood gathered in ordered rows like a funeral and at the head of them lay their fallen leader and his second in command standing watch over his corpse with holy blade still in hand.
“YOU DARE!”
The second shouted as he stepped down from his platform and approached Lee. It was only now that it dawned on Lee that he did not actually have a plan on how to stop the ceremony itself. He’d been so focused on just reaching here before it completed that the plan had not fully formed; and now seeing the second in command now coming towards him with eyes full of murderous intent did he push his mind to the limit to concoct a plan. He was just about to open his mouth to address the second when he realized he had never learned their name to begin with. His dealings had always been through Tul and Tul had never introduced his second in command.
Pulling himself up and dusting off his uniform, Lee calmly addressed the gathered Cargavan’s with a voice that filled the entire chamber.
“I came here today to pay my respects to a fallen hero the likes of which will not shine again for generations.” Lee began as he decided to make his gamble. “Yet I am shocked to see his funeral attended by the likes of such cowards.”
The second in command stopped his approach and Lee could see the veins beneath his skin bulging. Lee pressed on knowing he only had one chance to stop the death rite and save his own skin.
“You’re commander is slain from right under your noses, and rather than hunting down the assassin down you all put the blade to your throats.”
Lee walked forward until he was standing before the second in command and looked up at them. They snarled through clenched teeth as they spoke.
“You know nothing of our ways.”
Lee frowned and looked around at the other gathered Cargavan’s.
“I know lazy soldiers when I see them.” Lee remarked. “Has the knife of one assassin cast such fear into you all!?”
He felt hands grabbing his uniform before he saw them and was hoisted into the air like a doll. The second gave an angry roar and threw him down towards the alter where their fallen leader lay. Lee landed heavily, a loud crunching sound informing him of his now broken shoulder, but rallied to his feet quickly.
“And you believe your soldiers would do any differently?” the second challenged as he resumed his death like pace towards Lee, “That they would suffer this injustice to their honor!?”
Lee spat out a glob of blood and looked at the alien, matching his death glare with one of his own. “They would morn my passing and then they would choose a new leader to take my place.” Lee admitted, “But before they did they would scour the worlds of the universe for my killer and bring him before my grave. They would boil the flesh from his body and grind his bones to fertilize the fields of my home, and then cast what remained into the void of oblivion!”
The words stopped the second in his place. No doubt he had not imagined humans capable of such a martial code and this was confirmed by the now interested looks of the surrounding warriors.
“Your leader is dead.” Lee continued as he pointed to Tul, “Yet you would meet him in the after without avenging his death? Did he mean so little to you all?!”
“We die today because he meant everything!” a random Cargavan shouted from the crowd and was met with supportive cheers.
“Then prove it!” Lee countered. “Tul’s enemies still yet live and his killer walks free thinking he has not only slain your leader but all of you as well!”
Lee stepped up on to the platform so everyone gathered could see him. “I ask you now to continue this war until it is won. And when the blood of Tul’s enemies has finally dried upon your blades you may then seek him in the after and present to him the monument of those you have killed in his name and proven your loyalty to him now, and forever!”
Raising his clenched fist high Lee shouted “Who will be Tul’s vengeance!?”
For a death breaking moment there was not a single sound; one could hear a pin drop from across the room. Lee looked over the crowd and debated if he had overplayed his hand when he saw the second raise his hand.
“Vengeance!” they shouted.
One by one the surrounding Cargavan’s began raising their hands as well and shouting the word. Over and over they shouted until the noise deafened Lee and he breathed a sigh of relief. In his eyes the crisis had been averted and the war could continue; little knowing the bloodbath of butchery he had stirred in the hearts of every Cargavan that would push them from noble warriors to genocidal war criminals.
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