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moonstruckme · 7 months

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congrats!!!! how about fade into you with tasm!peter and touch starved!reader, in an established relationship???

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tasm!Peter Parker x touch starved!reader ♡ 960 words

When Peter gets home, you’re in another long, hot shower. With no one to witness how pathetic it looks, you’ve taken to sitting on the floor, letting the scalding water wash over your back and drip from your lashes. Your skin will be pinkish and puffy when you get out, but it won’t matter; you’ve got nothing to do other than wrap yourself in blankets and sit on the bed for the rest of the night.

When Peter’s voice comes, it sounds muffled, faraway, but you snap to attention nonetheless.

“Sweetheart?” A faint knocking. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah,” you say without hesitation, scrambling up and shutting off the water.

“Shit, it’s steamy in here,” he says as the door opens. “Want me to pass you a towel?”

“That’s alright.” You grab the towel you’ve hung by the shower, hastily scrubbing yourself dry and wrapping it around you.

Peter’s hands are on either side of the face the second you turn around, pushing your wet hair out of the way so he can kiss you properly. It’s a sweet, brief thing, and your chest aches slightly when he pulls back.

“Ouch, babe.” His hands feel cool as they move down to your shoulders. You shiver pleasantly. “Your skin’s burning hot. How long were you in there?”

You really should get another towel to stop your hair from dripping all over the floor, but you can’t stand to move away from Peter’s touch. “I was bored,” you reply, “and the hot water is nice.”

“Seems like it was more than just hot,” he murmurs, grabbing the other towel as if he’s heard your thought and beginning to squeeze the moisture from your hair. “Sorry I was gone so long. I never know how these things are gonna go, you know?”

“I know.” Peter had been attending a weekend conference on some scientist’s new research at a university in Chicago. He was supposed to be back days ago, but apparently he saw some fishy things while he was there that Spiderman felt an obligation to investigate. “Did you find the mutants?”

Peter shrugs, taking you by the shoulders to walk you into the bedroom. The air feels shockingly cold outside of the bathroom, but the warmth of his touch is enough to keep you from minding. “Sorta. It was a group of guys pretending to be mutants. Projectors and stuff combined with actual explosives to make it look like superpowered attacks.” He sits you down and begins digging through drawers, tossing you a pair of sweatpants and one of his shirts. “It was super sophisticated, had to take a ton of planning. Honestly, if they weren’t, like, bad guys, I would’ve been really impressed.”

You shrug the shirt on. “Sounds like you were impressed anyway, honey.”

“Well.” Peter makes a sheepish face. “Just because they’re assholes doesn’t mean they’re not smart assholes, right?”

“Right.” You say, standing to get the sweatpants on. You don’t know where to go from here, feeling oddly hollow but with no good reason. Peter’s here; your loneliness should be vanquished. You hold your elbows awkwardly. “So, how was the conference?”

“Baby.” Peter sounds almost disappointed, and hurt hooks its claws in your gut before you can even figure what you’ve done. “Why’re you all the way over there, huh? You haven’t even asked for a hug yet. Is something wrong?”

You hadn’t realized you were so predictable, but it is a bit odd for you not to tackle him the second he comes through the door. “I don’t think so,” you say, and Peter’s brows twitch together at your uncertain tone. “I just really missed you, Pete.”

He makes a pained, sympathetic sound, opening his arms and stepping toward you. “C’mere, sweetheart.”

And apparently that’s the permission your body was looking for. You meet him in the middle, his arms coming up slow and firm around your shoulder blades. Your chest aches again, but this time it’s almost pleasant, though you feel suddenly like you could cry. Peter seems to know, one arm tightening across both your shoulders while the other hand begins stroking up and down your back.

“Did you have a bad week?” he asks softly, breath tickling your ear.

“No,” you reply honestly. “I think…I think I just needed this.”

Peter gives you a squeeze in response, and you tighten your grip too.

“Let’s just do this forever,” you say, only half joking. “Think you could come to work with me tomorrow to hold my hand all day?”

Peter doesn’t seem willing to roll with your lightness. “Nobody else hugs you when I’m not around, do they?” he asks, and when you don’t respond, he pulls back slightly, taking your face in his hand. “Do they, sweetheart?”

“No,” you say, and you’re not sure why it feels like an admittance. You’re not touchy with your friends, and your coworkers aren’t close like that. When else would you have the opportunity for hugs?

“No wonder you get so lonely when I’m gone.” Peter’s voice is fraught with tenderness, and he pulls you close again, petting your damp hair. “I’ll hold you as long as you like, babe, but after that, we should look into getting you a cat or something.”

“A cat?” You twitch in his hold, perking up hopefully. “I thought your landlord didn’t let you have pets.”

“He doesn’t, but he also doesn’t have to know,” he says easily. “If it’ll keep you from getting sad like this while I’m away, a cat is a small price to pay. Gotta keep my girl happy, you know?”

“I think,” you counter, “that we should get a cat and you should never leave again.”

Peter chuckles, kissing the top of your head lightly. “Deal.”

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catscidr · 1 month

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i was thinking about dottore when i woke up again (shocker) nd then thought about what his shaving habits would be like. dont ask how my brain works cw: crack if you rly think about it. also mentions of dead ppl and some blood but it’s nothing major i promise this is just silly

dottore’s facial hair doesn’t grow back that fast because of how often he’s had chemical substances explode in his face. not that his entire face has chemical burns on it (he does have scars, they’re just more in the upper area of his face), but with how long he’s been working with chemicals, accidentally creating explosives was bound to happen.

it all worked out well for him though, because he did not want to rock any kind of facial hair and look like a messy, mad scientist (even if that’s… technically what he was)– he prefers to be clean shaven (i mean have you seen those crisp sideburns on his in-game model?)

and of course, because he’s a doctor, he has steady hands.

…which leads to him occasionally shaving his face with a medical-grade scalpel. his logic, the first time he attempted it, was that scalpels are just straight razors meant for cutting people open– and if he used it to shave his face, it would just become a fancier (and bloodier) straight razor.

(he could probably cut a man open with a straight razor too, anyways. so really– what’s the difference?)

since this man is always so busy he doesn’t have time to leave the lab to go shave and take care of that kind of stuff– and he didn’t really want to, either. his time is precious and deadlines can’t wait.

and since he’s so familiar with the dips and curves of his face (he’s made countless clones of himself, after all) he can simply sit at his desk, toss his mask off of his face, grab the scalpel he’d use for non lethal purposes this time, and look off in the distance to focus on the space between the tips of his fingers prodding at his face, the blade, and his skin to shave off his stubble without nicking himself.

it’s probably the only time you would be able to catch him off guard (if you’re even able to step into his office in the first place), but you would, most likely, be the one caught off guard instead.

what are you even supposed to do when you step into his office and see The Doctor himself with a straight, dead expression, head tilted up with a rusty scalpel to the underside of his jaw? scream, probably.

and the scream you scrumpt was enough to make him jolt from surprise. fortunately for him he didn’t cut his head off, but unfortunately for you, you had made him nick his face.

just a smidge.

a tiny dot of blood trickled down the lower part of his left cheek, curving down his jaw. you’re both staring at each other- while you had a multitude of questions begging to be spoken out to get answers (because what the fuck was he doing), his own mind is eerily quiet. all he does is… stare at you.

funnily enough, you felt miles more intimidated being stared down by a considerably more casual dottore; his face unmasked, expressionless red eyes boring holes into your face, patchy stubble on his face (from him not having finished shaving), and gloveless hands frozen in the air- one holding the scalpel, the other in the same position as before but now stunted below his jaw.

(one particular observation that bubbled up to the forefront of your mind was, stupidly enough, “so minty blue really is his natural hair color?”)

he kicks you out of his office with a flat glare and a wave of his free hand so he can finish his job.

#୧ ‧₊˚rambling!#wrote this on my phone before i got ready because Of Course i would #also disclaimer i love dottore with facial hair too i just thought this would be. funny #genshin x reader #dottore x reader #genshin x you #dottore x you #genshin impact drabbles #୧ ‧₊˚cat's work!

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birdiesaves · 14 days

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THE MARTIAN ( novel by andy weir ) change as necessary !

mankind reaching out to send people to another planet for the very first time and expand the horizons of humanity blah, blah, blah.

i’m pretty much fucked.

they got the parades and fame and love of the world, i got a firm handshake and a hot cup of coffee when i got home.

i would only be “in command” of the mission if i were the only remaining person.

what do you know? i’m in command.

it wasn’t your fault. you did what you had to do.

in your position i would have done the same thing.

it was a ridiculous sequence of events that led to me almost dying.

everyone thinks i’m dead.

ok, i’ve had a good night’s sleep, and things don’t seem as hopeless as they did yesterday.

i won’t be able to whip something up with tinfoil and gum.

fear my botany powers!

but hey, time is the one thing i’ve got.

i wonder if they'll ever find out what really happened.

i’ll spare you the math. the answer is _________

bleh. i’m going to bed

my life depends on you

i played a lot of dungeons and dragons.

i have an idiotically dangerous plan

i suppose i’ll think of something. or die.

the answer is: i don’t know.

all i accomplished today was thinking up a plan that’ll kill me

also, i have duct tape.

after a search of everyone’s personal items i found my answer.

that was sarcasm, by the way.

this all sounds like a great idea with no chance of catastrophic failure.

do you have any idea the magnitude of shitstorm this is gonna be?

how come aquaman can control whales? they’re mammals!

i expected it to be cold, but jesus christ!

now, on to my next task: sitting around with nothing to do for 12 hours.

i ask for a picture and i get the fonz?

the whole world’s been rooting for you.

really looking forward to not dying.

please watch your language.

sorry we left you behind, but we don't like you.

you're sort of a smart-ass.

your request for “anything, oh god anything but disco” is denied.

no. you’ll fuck it up and die.

i took it apart, found the problem, and fixed it.

i don’t see anything... i can hear it, but... it’s down here somewhere, but i don’t know where.

the subtle and refined “hurl my body at the wall” technique had some flaws.

named after the greek goddess who traveled the heavens with the speed of wind. she's also the goddess of rainbows.

i'm not giving up. just planning for every outcome. it's what i do.

your poster outsold the rest of ours combined.

why are you such a nerd?

you should try to be more cool. wear dark glasses and a leather jacket. carry a switchblade.

you started my training by buying me a beer.

so now i have to do boring-ass experiments with test tubes and zzzzzzzzzz....

frankly, i suspect you're a super villain.

just once i'd like something to go to plan, ya know?

no? ok... what was that!? oh, nothing? ok...

for now i just want to go home.

there's always hope

are we just watching a tragedy play out?

you’ll survive this. i don't know how, but you will.

i've defiled enough historical sites for now.

tomorrow night, i'll sink to an all new low!

tomorrow night, i'll be at rock bottom!

be a smart-ass to a guy seven levels above you. see how that works out.

i remember when you were shy

the attitude comes with the job

and by “enjoying” i mean “hating so much i want to kill people.”

there aren't many people who can say they've vandalized a three billion dollar spacecraft. but i'm one of them.

what's our role in all this? if something goes wrong, what can we do?

how do you come up with this shit?

i admit it's fatally dangerous, but consider this: i'd get to fly around like iron man.

i need you to come back in and make a bomb.

i knew that guy was a mad scientist!

i think we should just go with my iron man idea.

well if you won't let us then- wait... wait a minute... i'm looking at my shoulder patch and it turns out i'm the commander.

give me a minute. you're the first person i've seen in ______.

i think about the sheer number of people who pulled together just to save my sorry ass, and i can barely comprehend it.

i represent progress, science, and the interplanetary future we’ve dreamed of for centuries.

they did it because every human being has a basic instinct to help each other out. it might not seem that way sometimes, but it’s true.

yes, there are assholes who just don’t care, but they’re massively outnumbered by the people who do.

#space memes #space rp memes #rp starters #rp memes #rp prompt #roleplay inbox prompts #roleplay meme #feel free to reblog and share!

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teenandbeyond · 1 year

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hi, this my one of my first requests so i hope im doing this right!

can i request an nsfw senku x fem best friend reader that had similar traits as senku, where they both barely show they’re attracted to anyone, and turns down anyone who has feelings for them. but then they start catching feelings for each other, but both are having a hard time expressing it, and eventually senku is the one to step up? also senku gets a little submissive towards the end of the smut, and reader finds out she likes seeing him like that? sorry if it’s too specific! <3

Senku x Fem. Best Friend Reader

Low-key, I wasn't in a smut-writing mood, so I made it vague xD Edit: This reminds me of my Dr. Stone OC with Senku a little lol

Want more from me? Masterlist 2

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🧪Illogical🧪 (Dr. Stone)

Warning(s): Subtle smut, if petrification didn't happen

When two scientists who find love illogical catch feelings...

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“It’s [Name]! The Ice Queen!”

You sigh, sauntering down the hall.

“There goes that name again…” you mutter.

Why do they call you that?

“H-Hey, [Name]?” a boy approaches you, averting his gaze.

“Mm?” you acknowledge, disinterested as you work on your current project in biochemistry.

“I’ve liked you since first year, w-will you go out with me?”

With furrowed brows you turn from your notes, “Since first year?”

His smile became hopeful, “Yeah!”

“And you waited until almost the end of our third year to say anything? That’s pretty sad, dude.”

‘Dude’ Attack Used! Fatality!

“Yeah…”

You could be pretty brutal with rejections, which annoyed you when after three years, people didn’t get the hint.

But to be fair, you were a triple threat, crazy smart, mysterious, and you’re beautiful.

And that’s why you were the Ice Queen, brutal with rejections—cold more often than not, and your beauty gave a mysterious air to your vibe.

To make matters worse, Senku was your best friend (who was also brutal with rejection).

So whenever you were together brutality was doubled.

“[Name]! Date me!” a boy nervously bowed, shoving a letter at you.

You raised a brow, “That’s not very original, the last boy did that.”

Senku shared a glance with you, “Creativity really lacks at this school, huh? This is 10 billion percent boring.”

“Really. Trigonometry would be better to waste my time with,” you sighed.

“Um…”

“Is he crying?”

“I should be the one crying, he came up to me out of nowhere with that. I feel attacked.”

The only person who you seemed to be playful around was Senku along with your other two friends at times.

“Is that why you’re rejecting me? Are you with Senku-senpai?”

You tilted your head, “No, neither of us are into the romance thing.”

But really, you were in denial.

Because something had developed, somehow for Senku.

You’d never thought of romance before with anyone.

It scared you, and you knew he was far from your mindset.

So, you pretended it wasn’t there.

Unbeknownst to you, Senku was in the same predicament.

“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, tearing his gaze from you.

You looked so peaceful as you focused, unaware of the small smile on your face.

He’d never felt like this toward a girl before, he’d always been immune to this feeling.

Yet now, he was staring at you again. And his thoughts were yet again on you instead of his project he was currently working on.

You occupied his mind a lot, especially lately. Like his body decided all his hormones would assault him at full speed suddenly.

He blinked away the thoughts that tried to creep from the corner of his brain he’d shoved them to.

Now, based on general knowledge the both of you knew what it was.

But it was against your logical mindset, you weren’t supposed to have feelings for anyone.

Let alone each other.

And you couldn’t tell the other because you knew they didn’t like romance.

So, there was no way either of you could say anything, not that you knew how to express it anyway.

So, you found yourselves circling around this situation and the tension that began to build.

Then summer was edging closer, you had both planned to go to the same college, but you had another offer that was tempting.

Asked on video-chat one night, “Why do you want to go there all of a sudden?”

You applied face cream to your cheek, “Well, this college offers pretty much all of the same things, only difference is it’d be here in Japan instead of America. So, there wouldn’t be any reason for me to leave. Right?”

That statement echoed in his mind relentlessly for days, it didn’t sit right.

Deep down he knew why, but…he didn’t know if he could tell you.

“It’d be weird to not see you every day, though,” you chuckled.

He’d hate that, being limited to video-chat if he wants to see your face.

“Me,” he blurted one day.

“Huh? ‘You’, what?”

He looked into your eyes, leaning in,“Your reason to go. You can go for me.”

“Y-you? Why—”

“We both know why, [Name]. It’s ten billion percent pointless to keep dodging it.”

“I…I know. I just—I’m scared…”

“Scared?”

“Well, this is new. And…not logical…emotions are always a scary thing. You don’t have logic to hide behind, you have to be—"

“Human. Yeah, that scares me, too.”

“But…you’re right, we can’t avoid it forever,” you admitted.

The tension became much more apparent as you gazed at each other.

“Senku…”

“[Name]…”

You two were like magnets; a sudden pull overcame you.

At first, curious, unsure.

Then as you grew more comfortable, you gained some confidence.

And as scientists, you were definitely fine with asking questions.

“Senku? Is this okay?”

He tossed his head back, before looking down at you, “Yeah, definitely fine.”

And Senku loved to experiment with something he had yet to learn.

“Who would’ve thought the Ice Queen…would be so warm?” he muttered against your back with a smirk.

“Shut—Ah~!”

You saw another side of each other that day.

And you edged close to the end, but couldn’t get that release…

You watched as Senku let out a desperate whimper, something you’d never expected to hear from him.

His cheeks flushed, brows furrowed.

The cute expression was all you needed.

#dr stone senku #senku ishigami #ishigami senku #senku smut #senku x reader #dr. stone x reader #dr. stone

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tunastime · 9 months

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hello hello! I am insufferable :D (this is really long sorry-)

imagine jimmy and tango so exhausted from rebuilding the ranch and collecting resources for it that the only time they are really together is when they fall into bed and pass out immediately

but jimmy’s hands are still badly burnt from when he was restraining tango, and all that building has Not Helped, but he didn’t stop until tango essentially dragged him away, because of course he felt how much his soulmate was hurting

jimmy kept trying to sneak away when tango wasn’t paying attention (“we don’t have any good armour, we need at least one layer of defence!”) so tango came up with the better plan of just laying on jimmy

it started out as a last-ditch attempt to keep jimmy resting. tango fully expected jimmy to push him off, but instead jimmy just sort of froze in surprise before relaxing into it—it’s at that point where tango realises jimmy is The Most touchstarved person in the world, ever, and will do pretty much anything for cuddles

so what does one do with this information? abuse it, of course!

even after jimmy’s hands have healed (wounds like that heal fast on life games—They find it boring when one person is unable to do anything because of an injury) tango insists on cuddle sessions every afternoon, something jimmy is obviously trying to pretend he doesn’t like as much as he does

tango spends most of the time teasing jimmy about how sweet he is, what with how his will crumbles every time tango asks him for something if he’s holding jimmy’s hand at the same time. so you can imagine jimmy’s delight when he found out tango purrs

they’re especially tired after the whole warden ordeal, both half asleep in each other’s arms. tango has his nose pressed against jimmy’s neck as he rests his head on jimmy’s shoulder, jimmy with his wings around them both.

jimmy blinks sleepily and smiles at tango, who looks like he is about to pass out right there. he moves his head slowly, as to not disturb him, and presses a kiss to his hair.

he almost yelps as he hears a low rumbling, expecting it to be the warden or pearl’s dogs, but as he listens, he realises it’s much too soft to be something aggressive.

for a second, jimmy is utterly confused as to where the noise is coming from. then, he turns back to tango and notices how his throat—currently pressed against his shoulder—has begun to vibrate.

jimmy presses a hand to his mouth to keep from laughing in delight. tango, mr ‘i’m going to bring the warden from the deep dark’, resident redstone mad scientist, creator of decked out, is purring.

“tango,” jimmy whispers gently. “hey, tango.”

tango cracks an eye open, and wow he really is a large cat. “mm?”

“you didn’t tell me you purred.” jimmy grins.

“wha..?” tango does not look awake enough to understand anything.

“you’re purring.”

tango just blinks for a moment, before apparently processing what jimmy just said and going bright pink. “oh! oh, no- I wasn’t- y’see, I just-“

“I kissed your head and you started purring!” jimmy exclaims, partially to tease him and partially because it is, in all honesty, adorable.

“yeah, well,” tango mumbles, trying (and failing) to hide his face. “… shut up.”

“tango, I am never going to shut up about this.”

them <3

HI THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY ASKS FOR MONTHS AND I JUST KEEP RE-READING IT INSTEAD OF POSTING IT.

I don't know if I've ever actually written it, but I'm in love with a tango who purrs. I've assigned this man so many silly cat traits it's starting to get ridiculous. He's got his cat-ish eyes and tail, his purring, his teeth, though there's a special place in my heart for my lovely mutual Theo's hc of something inside him literally glowing, him being toasty warm, and a collective headcanon of him needing his blaze-rod crown to stay energized during the life games. I could go on and on about blazeborn and tango, please hold me back.

And jimmy who won't admit that he enjoys the attention but won't ever say no to it, i adore him. I think about the ranch burning way more than I should for it being a year ago, there's just so much to unpack in relation to what DL was for jimmy as a character.

Also:

mr ‘i’m going to bring the warden from the deep dark’, resident redstone mad scientist, creator of decked out, is purring.

AS HE SHOULD! AS HE SHOULD!! I ADORE HIM.

anyway, I'm still crazy about them! I think about this all the time!! I'm so sorry i didn't get to this ask as soon as you sent it, it's been on my mind since then and i <333

#wren-kitchens #team rancher #text #tangotek #jimmy solidarity #asks #im always going through it about them it seems #THEY ARE SO SOSOSOSOSO #I LOVE THEM SO DEARLY #thank you so much for this!! im sorry it took so long #shout out to shep and theo my enablers for ranchers hcs by accident it seems

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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Quaritch x reader - what I’ve done

A/N: na’vi will be in itialics

You loved Pandora, you loved the scenery, the creatures, the plant life, the natives. It’s what you loved about being a scientist.

“You know we’ve got some new arrivals coming this week.” Grace said.

Looking at her, you nodded your head as you pulled some of their files up.

“Yeah, not a bright looking bunch though. Honestly I don’t think they care who they’re sending up here.” You sighed.

“As long as they can carry a gun they don’t care.” She spat.

You nodded your head because she was right, it was worrying how many soldiers were getting sent up here.

You didn’t like it one bit.

Excusing yourself, you went to find something to eat and to take a small break from your work, so you made your way into the canteen, grabbing some coffee and some food and sat at one of the empty tables.

“Thought lab rats didn’t leave their quarters?” A rough voice asked.

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed a bit of your sandwich and tossed it at the man standing in front of you, watching as it bounced of him and to the floor.

He rose a brow at you but sat down on the other side of your table.

“What do you want Quaritch?” You asked.

“Ouch, last name, really? You’re still pissed?”

Sipping your coffee, your eyes bore into his, you let your gaze travel the scars along his face before you turned back to him.

“Yeah I’m still pissed. You won’t let me leave the base! What’s the point of having a Na’vi body if I can’t go out like Grace?”

Quaritch sighed a little, running a hand down his face as he looked at you.

“Look, it’s just not safe, and you’re still learning. You need to learn everything before you can go out.”

“Right, the same thing I’ve been doing since I got here months ago? Miles you know I’m ready, I know I’m ready, so why are you holding me back?”

The colonel didn’t say anything in response and you rolled your eyes at him, shoving your half eaten food and now empty cup at him you stood up.

“I’m going out there colonel, with it without your orders.”

With that, you stormed away back towards the lab and you started up one of the link pods.

“Finally got him to agree?” Grace asked.

“Did I fuck.” You scoffed, “let’s go we can beat him. Just a little walk, yeah?”

“Sure.”

You smiled at your sister and you both got into the pods, letting your consciousness change from your human bodies to your Na’vi bodies.

You smiled a little, walking out, shielding your eyes from the sun as you breathed in the na’vi air without a worry in the world.

This felt right, it felt natural, and you loved it.

“You coming or what?!” Grace asked.

“Yeah yeah! Fucking hell.”

Walking after her, you were carefully not to step on anyone walking around, carefully farting around you, keeping your tail held up high so you couldn’t hit any of them.

You knew it wouldn’t take Quaritch long before he made his way outside as well, so you had to act quickly and you and Grace darted through one of the gates and into nature.

“(Y/N)!”

You laughed as you heard the voice shouting your name angrily.

“Run!”

You ran ahead of grace and she followed you.

You didn’t go far, you stuck to the trail and you admired the plants that lined it while Grace was busy taking more samples.

You could feel the vibrations on the ground before you even saw him, so when they stopped you looked up, poking one of the mushroom looking plants making it shrink and hide away.

“You could be reprimanded for this you know.”

You stood up, face to face with the colonel in the robotic body, and you smirked a little, ears flicking, tail swishing behind you.

“Please, you couldn’t reprimand me even if you wanted to.”

“Oh really?” He mused.

Grace made a disgusted sound and stood up as well, making her way around the pair of you.

“You two disgust me, I’m going.”

You waved at her and turned back to Quaritch who was still watching you.

“If you think you’re so big get out of that suit then.” You smirked.

He put a mask on and opened the suit, climbing out he stood on the shoulder of it, face to face with you gently poked his chest.

“Not so big now are you jackass?”

“Someone’s feeling brave now she’s a 9 foot na’vi.”

“I’ll kick your ass 9 foot or not.”

Miles laughed, rolling his eyes at you he held his hand out and you held your out, letting him grab it you lowered him to the ground and you sat down.

“See Miles, this isn’t so bad is it?”

He sighed, shaking his head as he stood in front of you, arms crossed looking up.

“I just don’t want you getting hurt, that’s all.”

“Either way next week when this new lot come I’m going to have to go out, you know that.”

He said nothing and you looked down at him, ears flattening slightly, tail brushing against the dirt.

“Can we talk about this in person?” He asked.

You nodded your head and let him use your na’vi body as a climbing frame back into his suit and you followed him back.

He left once you two were in the base again and you walked to the sleeping quarters outside and laid down on your bed, closing your eyes you woke up in the lab again.

Sitting on the edge of your pod, you looked around before getting up and leaving.

You knew where he’d be waiting for you, so you made your way to your room and he was leaning outside your door.

“About damn time.”

“Oh bite me.”

Opening the door, he followed you in and while you sat on the bed he dragged a chair over and sat in front of you.

“Look Miles, I get it, this world is dangerous okay? I know that, but you can’t keep me here forever.”

“As head of security I can, and I will if I have to.”

“Miles you can’t! Okay?! This is my job, this is what I signed up for, you know this. It’s what you signed up for as well.”

He nodded his head because he knew you were right. It’s what you both signed up for, but he just couldn’t bare for anything to happen to you.

You didn’t need him to say anything to know that, just the look on his face was enough.

Sighing, you offered him a small smile and stood up.

“I’ll be okay? With Grace, Trudy and Lyle? I’ll be fine. You know that.”

Quaritch looked up at you, so many things he wanted to tell you but he couldn’t because he was under orders not to.

He slowly stood up, looking down at you he placed his forehead against yours.

“If you get hurt even once (Y/N) I swear to god…”

Laughing, you hugged him.

“I’ll be fine, okay? I’ll come see you every day if that makes it better? I’ll let you know I’m safe somehow.”

He nodded and hugged you back, resting his chin on your head.

And so he let you go on the expeditions. And you kept him updated on what you were doing and that you were safe.

With tensions getting high you were finding it harder and harder to see him, but you still messaged him regardless so he knew.

Jake was learning to be Na’vi, and you were helping him along with Neytiri, both of you teaching him what he needed to know.

Then when everything was going great, it all went down hill so fast.

You were thrown in a jail cell, they were going to attack the tribe, destroy their home more than they already have, going straight for the heart of their culture.

You were broken out, and as you were helping Jake into the chopper you felt something pierce your side and you gasped a little, looking at the balcony where Quaritch was standing, gun in his hands.

“(Y/N) let’s go!” Norm yelled.

You were pulled up and you were off, you leant back against the wall of the chopper, staring at your sister who stared at you.

“(Y/N)…?”

You pulled your hand away, showing blood, and she did the same making you smile a little.

“Guess I can’t even escape you in death Huh grace?”

She cracked a small smirk, and you reached your hand out, taking her hand in yours as Jake barked for a med kit and norm ran around trying to find it.

They did everything they could to help the pair of you, but you quickly lost consciousness.

Miles never found out who he hit, his vision was blurry since he had to hold his breath, but he was told he hit two people and he considered that a win.

But he was worried about you being out there, in the middle of this attack, but there was nothing he could do, he had orders.

Jake begged Mo’at to ask Eywa to save both you and Grace, to help you both.

They weren’t sure if it would work, Eywa would either save both of you, one of you or none of you.

While Jake sat next to Grace, Neytiri stood next to you, running her fingers through your hair, you slowly stirred and opened your eyes, blurry vision finding it hard to focus through your oxygen mask.

“It’s… beautiful…” you chocked out.

Blood trickled from your lips as you ran your fingers through the grace, enjoying the sensation of it.

“I.. I don’t.. want.. to go…”

“Eywa will guide you.” Neytiri whispered.

You slowly closed your eyes again, and all that flood your mind was memories of your life, memories of everything you did on earth, memories of Pandora, memories of him and what happened.

Then everything was black, you saw nothing.

Jake was furious when neither you or Grace woke up he had one target in his mind, one person who he wanted to destroy.

He stood outside, facing directly at Quaritch a snarl on his lips.

“She’s not in there, so where is she?” Quaritch growled.

“You killed her! You shot and killed (Y/N)!”

Jake lunged at Quaritch and their fight broke out, Jake did everything to stay conscious to bring the colonel down for what he did.

But he couldn’t, so Neytiri did, not only to save Jake, but for you, for grace, for her father, for everyone.

As Quaritch felt the second arrow he lost the Will to fight, all he wanted to do was see you.

As he fell to the ground, he fumbled around, trying to pull something from his pocket and he did, and he held it tightly as his hands went limp.

Neytiri carried Jake out, mask on his face and she showed him Quaritch.

“What’s that?” Jake asked.

Neytiri leant down, grabbing the photo, she held it up to Jake so he could take a look.

Jake pocketed the picture and they left.

You gasped for air, lungs heaving as you acrched your back a little and your eyes snapped open.

Slowly you sat up, and you looked down at your hands.

Blue.

#avatar #avatar x reader #avatar x you #avatar imagine #miles Quaritch #miles Quaritch x reader #miles Quaritch x you #miles Quaritch imagine #Quaritch #quaritch x reader #quaritch x you #quaritch x y/n #Quaritch imagine

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spicymiilk · 1 year

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Drabble

A quick bullshit little drabble cause I’m trying to convince myself to write.

When Spider was on the cusp of six years old, he made up a friend. When Norm asked him about it, he swore up and down that it wasn’t because the Omaticaya didn’t like him, or because he didn’t have any friends amongst the Na’vi, it was just because he was bored, sometimes. The base gets really lonely, without any of his big blue friends.

The truth of the matter is that Spider wasn’t really, clicking, with anyone. Jake’s kids, the nice human-y ones, where really young. They weren’t as mature as Spider because Spider is six, and Jake’s kids are four and three years old, and they just aren’t as interesting, after a while.

So Spider makes up a friend, who’s everything he’s not. He’s big and blue, and his hair doesn’t painfully tug at the crown of his head. He’s got long limbs, perfect for climbing and wrestling with Neteyam; but they’re gentle enough to play with Spider, too.

He talks with his imaginary friend all the time, like ALL the time. Norm asks him why he’s sitting on the cold floor in the middle of the lab when everyone’s in their capsules a week into Spider’s new friendship, because Spider is visibly shivering through his big, stolen tshirt, but his friend is sitting on top of one of the closed lids and pulls a face behind Norm— it makes it seem much less serious than it is.

And when Neytiri hisses at him to get out demon, out of my home, my forest Spider toddles right back to his friend, and asks him why no one really likes him. Even Jake, who rubs his hair and says he’s a ‘good kid’ doesn’t do anything more than that.

Spider’s friend can’t hug him the way Jake hugs his kids. It’s part of the reason why he stops talking to his friend. The other reason is because Neytiri had loudly asked why the demon child is talking into thin air, if he thinks that it will bring anymore attention to him than he deserves.

Norm finds Spider once, sitting by the edge of his bed, staring at the floor with tears in his eyes. When Norm asks what’s wrong, Spider can only say his friend is dead, because Neytiri and Jake and Norm had killed him.

Norm is worried, tries to talk to the scientists about what happened, who said something to Spider but it stops mattering after a couple of days, because Spider goes right back to sitting on the cold floor of the link lab; except this time, he doesn’t really talk to anyone. He just sits and waits for the scientists to come out, so at least then, he’ll have someone to be around.

#spicywrites #will probably delete I don’t really care for it lmao #spider socorro #avatar 2

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neteyamkink · 1 year

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I read your Wattpad Series and I’m loving it so far and I was going crazy over chapter 8😫

Anyways this is my first time requesting something so I have no idea how this works or what to say😭but I’m wondering if you can make a nsfw alphabet of neteyam?

THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE FEEDBACK!! and ofc i can do that for you <3 ALSO HELLO?? MY FIRST REQUEST IM SO EXCITED

i’m writing this half asleep at 3am and not proofreading plz ignore any mistakes LMFAO

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

neteyam would make sure you’re all cleaned up and everything before he lets you fall asleep. But after all of that, he’ll hold you and brush the hair out of your face and give you sweet kisses until you are asleep. <3

also lots of praise!! “You did so good for me”

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

like I’ve said NETEYAM IS A BOOB MAN!! he will focus on your boobs almost the whole time. licking sucking touching literally anything. he loves em and he holds them any chance he gets even out of a sexual context.

I think his favorite body part of his are his hands! He loves the way he can make you feel just with a finger or two. <3

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…)

he would only cum after you have and he definitely lovessss to cum on your boobs

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

when you aren’t there to satisfy him best believe he’s thinking of you. He probably can’t even count the number of times he’s been in his bed and night trying to fall asleep and one thought leads to another and suddenly he’s stroking his cock thinking about you and your pretty little lips (both of em)

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

he has absolutely 0 experience so you guys kind of just figure out things together. however, he does somewhat know what he’s doing from overhearing the human scientist talk about sex.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

ima have to go with good ol missionary or just you riding him. he HAS to see your face. he just can’t go without it. he thinks the expressions that you make are so cute.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

it’s definitely a mix it depends on what the mood is tbh. If something funny happens he’ll laugh it out with you and he loves talking to you during sex. but if he’s “punishing” you or just going rougher than usual he’s more serious.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

correct me if I’m wrong I don’t think na’vi even grow body hair??? like they don’t even have armpit hair or like beards or mustaches so I’m going to say he has none

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

OH MY GODDD HE IS SUCH A LOVER BOY. like literally he will call it “making love” instead of sex or fucking. he is so in love so almost every time you guys have sex it’s so personal and so affectionate. he’ll whisper sweet things to you and kiss you as much as he can.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

like I said this boy is always horny for you so he will jack off just to the thought of you wayyy too much. he’s just so obsessed <3

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

ngl I feel like he is somewhat vanilla?? idk maybe my mind will change. but he definitely has a praise kink, he loves when you praise him and he loves praising you.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

usually in private places unless he’s in a lil silly goofy mood. even though it’s kind of boring he loves fucking you in your bed nothing can top it. The second best is definitely the beach for him <33

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

moans moans moans!!! he lovessssss hearing you moan like it turns him on so much it’s insane. He loves when you praise him and he definitely has a thing for seeing a lil bit of tears just because you’re so fucked out and happy you can’t control your emotions.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he would never hit you. even if you asked for it he just couldn’t bring himself to hurt you. he’s so sweet <3

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

he is insanely good at giving head. he loves giving more than reviving for sureee. he loves to hear you moan and watch you squirm it’s a hugeeee turn-on. He likes receiving too just a little less, he’ll never turn down head though. he loves the way your lips wrap around his cock, and the look you give him through your eyelashes as tears start to fill your water line. ugh he's in love

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

this one really depends on the mood but I’d say he’s a very passionate guy and loves to take his time and explore every inch of your body and savour every single second of pleasure

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

I think he would rather have proper sex so he can really take his time with you. HOWEVER!! if he is super needy and you guys are in a rush he will definitely do a lil quickie with you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

if you ask him to do something he will gladly do it he is always welcome to try new things with you and will never make you uncomfortable by asking to try anything. When it comes to risky sex like people seeing you I don’t think he would like it a whole lot just because he doesn’t think anyone should see you in that sort of state but him and he just wants you all to himself <33

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

he will go for however long you want to. even if he is all fucked out but you still want to keep going he’ll sit back and let you ride him. He will never stop before you cum though like literally he will make sure you finish before him.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

if we’re talking about a modern au he would use toys on you if you wanted to. probably just a vibrator or something of that nature.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he lovessss teasing. he will egg you on alllllll day just so when the time is right he can fuck you dumb with all of that tension built up.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

I feel like he’d be kind of embarrassed to moan at first, but when you tell him it’s okay and to let it out he’d completely let loose. he wouldn’t be very loud but he would definitely groan/moan in your ear and whisper a lot of sweet stuff to you <3

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

he lovessss talking to you during sex. like he will talk you through your whole climax. HE LOVES IT. and sometimes if you’re human he’ll throw in a little na’vi, and if you are a na’vi he’ll throw in a little English.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

It’s definitely pale blue and I think his tip is a little bit darker. I’ll give him at LEAST 10 inches maybe 12 if I’m pushing it. The girth is pretty regular not too skinny or too thick. he fits in you perfectly <3

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

I’d say it’s pretty high. he fucks you any chance he gets, and is always needy for you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As I said, he would wait for you to fall asleep before he does so it really just depends on how long it takes you to fall asleep. If you don’t fall asleep he’ll ask you if you’re okay with him sleeping. Of course, you say yes every time but he doesn’t want you to feel alone <3

#neteyam #avatar #neteyam smut #avatar the way of water #netyam alphabet #jxdegc requests

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pebiejeebies · 3 months

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FINALLY REDESIGNED MY BABY!!

Fuorzy!! Look at her :D

… wait.. this is too.. boring.. hmmmm

hmmm.. it wouldn’t hurt to..

well..

destroy an innocent little lovable sona to the point she loses sanity and gets forced to merge with announcer..

The line less art was her first ever appearance. Innocent. Happy.

The outlined art is, well.. the Aftermath.

Hhhhheeeeehhhh, Huge difference huh..? I really, really destroyed her didn’t I? :(

Lore if ur interested!!

(Tw,, robot gore..??? Surgery,, uhh test subject horror—?? Idk man)

First of all:

WHAT IS A ROBOTERSTIEN??

It’s a robot Frankenstein, and I used the word Roboter and not Robot because it was German :P (idk let me mix random words together like they’re my shampoo and conditioner bottles)

She was playing in the equation playground for a while, until she strayed too far

She bumped into a bear, and since she struggles to see clearly because she’s cross eyed.. well.. I think you get the picture.

Xeir legs got completely snapped and seperated off of her, and her arms and hands were scratched heavily, and bent, and her.. uh.. ears I guess? Welll……

the only reason she survived was because there were objects camping nearby, who were professionals in hunting down bears and such

As much as the bear hurt Fuorzy, she didn’t want to see it die, so she convinced the objects with her little to no consciousness, and they let the bear go

She wakes up in a lab, with professional robotic scientists, they fixed up her limbs and bandages her missing ‘ear’, and just when she thought that they were too kind to offer all of this for free..

They didn’t. They told her to pay, either in any currency (which she doesn’t even know what it is) or..

She becomes a test subject.

She disliked the idea, but she really, REALLY wanted to live and keep her new cool limbs!

Days, weeks, and a month or two pass, every day they’d make a surgery on her, either cut open her missing ear, or her back and tail (Do know, canon version of both phases had the same back, just the first appearance didnt have the stitches)

Or they’d try new codes and chips on her

It doesn’t matter if anything happened to them, the scientists were only using them to test out things they’d do on the projects and robots they wanted to make

And with the lack of nice treatment, constant forgetfulness of her starvation and exhaustion, it finally made her tick

The scientists completely forgot that she was, ALIVE, so they never really made sure she was stabilized well

The scientists are all gathered, as they speak excitedly about this test and how it would work

They make her unconscious, and after a week of a heavy forced deep sleep, she wakes up, with a— A FUCKING ROBOT ON HER HEAD..

HUH. They tested if she could connect announcer to her BRAIN, and the only way it would work was.. well… yeah.. owchie…

She wasn’t supposed to wake up at that time, she looked at herself in the floor’s reflection, and instead of crying and looking at herself traumatized, she smiled

She ripped the chains from the bed off of her, and completely..

Lost

Their

M I N D

She started killing EVERYONE she saw

everyone who had a white long, coat

She was about to get shot by a scientist, only for one of the other scientists she tried to kill push her away

The shot reflected back onto the scientist and drops dead

Then she stared at the scientist that saved them

Rose, he helped her up and smiled warmly

“About time they got what they deserved”

He helped them out of the lab, and they both went their separate ways

She smiled as she wiped off the blood on her face, and stared back at her Home, Sweet, Home.

I knoe I probably wrote this badly,, but I have a headache sooo bear with me here ….

Alrighty uuhhh byebyee <3333

#osc #golden #object show community #object shows #object show art #osc oc #osc art #osc fanart #objectshow #objectsona #foursona

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peachy-panic · 10 months

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To Steady Your Hand

Do No Harm, still early in the Sebastian Contract.

WARNINGS: BBU/BBU-Adjacent, past surgery, lingering medical issues, nerve damage, maybe the closest I’ve come to some genuine moments of fluff (sprinkled with some pain)

Sebastian is going out on a limb. He can recognize that. But even after several weeks in the house, Jaime gives very little outward indication of what he genuinely enjoys. What he likes. In no particular order, he seems to derive joy from exactly three things: running outside, cooking with Sebastian, and cleaning. The last one makes Sebastian nervous, because it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to infer that he might be feigning some of that enthusiasm to fall into the role he thinks he’s here to fill. It does, however, seem to bring Jaime a sense of peace sometimes, so he tries not to interfere.

Still, it’s not enough. His goal was never to give Jaime a place to survive in stasis until the next bad thing comes along. He wants him to be happy here. He wants to make him feel like he has the space to be a person, and that means knowing what he likes. So when Sebastian finally catches a glimpse, he latches on with both hands.

They are in the checkout line at the drugstore when it happens.

It had been a precarious trip, both of them a little on edge after their first attempt at a store-based outing went to utter shit. Thankfully nothing of note happened, other than Jaime hovering a little closer than normal, his eyes scanning their surroundings every few seconds as if they were being hunted for sport. By the time they’re ready to pay, Sebastian is so eager to get them both in the safety of his car, he almost misses it: they way Jaime’s eyes catch on the end cap closest to the register and stay there.

Jaime, who has been flighty and anxious since stepping foot through the door, is suddenly engaged and… curious?

Sebastian does a double take, then follows his eye line. He doesn’t know what he expected, but a flutter of endeared surprise catches in his chest as he looks at the display of nail polish.

After a brief, internal tug-of-war, he decides to sit on the information for now. Buying it now might draw attention to the fact that Sebastian caught him staring, and he doesn’t want to embarrass him or worse. So he pockets his change from the bored-looking cashier, grabs his bag, and they head home.

A few days later, on his way home from work, Sebastian swings by the store to pick up more lunch meat, fresh strawberries, and a bottle of Essie sky-blue nail polish.

He places it on the countertop as he’s unloading the bag. Jaime, who is perched in a barstool across from him, blinks down at it. He is quiet for a long time.

Sebastian does his best attempt at casual. “The color caught my eye.” He shrugs. “Have you ever painted your nails before?”

Color blossoms in Jaime’s cheeks, and Sebastian feels the first pang of doubt. Maybe this wasn’t the right move. Maybe it’s too soon after the pharmacy and he thinks Sebastian is calling him out. But Jaime doesn’t look away from the small bottle as he shakes his head, so Sebastian barrels forward.

“I used to do it sometimes. In college, mostly,” he rambles. “I wanted to before then, too. I tried it once, in high school, but my dad—” Oop. No. Nope. Go back. Abort mission. “Well. Anyway, I haven’t done it in years, and I saw this and thought… Maybe we could try? Together? If you want. Only if you want to.”

To his distress, Jaime frowns. “I…” he starts, then stops, looking down at his hands all of a sudden. He places one over the other, his fingers delicately hiding what Sebastian knows to be an incision scar. “I can’t promise I’ll be very good at it. My hand. Sometimes it’s hard, with… It’s not always very steady. I have trouble, sometimes.”

A rising dread creeps up on Sebastian, one he cannot will away. He swallows. “Jaime.” His voice comes out a whisper. “When did that start?”

He knows. He knows the answer, and he’s terrified of it, and he needs to hear him say it out loud, all at once.

Jaime ducks his head, drawing his shoulders up half and inch, and Sebastian knows he needs to tread carefully. Needs to pull himself back before he upsets him even more. But he needs to know.

“It doesn’t get in the way, mostly,” Jaime says in lieu of an answer. “I hardly notice it anymore.”

Almost definitely a lie.

Sebastian notices his own hands are shaking now, so he presses them flat against the countertop. He just needs to rip the bandaid off.

“Jaime. Was it after the surgery?”

The surgery.

A piss-poor fucking euphemism for the institutionalized, medically-sanctioned torture that it was.

The surgery that Sebastian himself performed on a patient who was strapped down and screaming to the point of unconsciousness.

The surgery he performs over and over in his nightmares.

Jaime gives him all the confirmation he needs when he says, “It’s not your fault.”

A surprised laugh sputters out of Sebastian, but it sounds more like a sob. Feels like it, too. Because of course Jaime would say that. Of course his first reaction is to show Sebastian undeserved grace. Of course his first instinct is to take care of Sebastian’s feelings first.

“Can you…” He swallows, trying to be professional. “Can you tell me what it feels like? Is it painful? Numb?”

“It almost never hurts,” he says quickly, like he’s dying to reassure him further. “It’s…” He runs his fingertip over the inside of his opposite index finger. “I can’t really feel this part anymore, but really, it only affects me when I’m working with small stuff. I just don’t know how precise my work would be with painting nails.”

Sebastian is still caught in his own private tunnel of horror. The way Jaime is speaking about it so casually only twists his insides tighter. He is living with permanent nerve damage from a scalpel that Sebastian wielded. He had volunteered—insisted—to be the one to perform the surgery under some misguided notion that he would somehow be sparing him further pain and dehumanization, but his inexperience or his nerves or Jaime’s rightful panic or… or something had caused him to slip and sever a nerve, and he didn’t even know.

How did he ever expect Jaime to trust him? Or even like him?

He doesn’t know how to make this right. He doesn’t know if it’s possible to even come close.

“Jaime, I—”

“I’d like to try,” Jaime says quietly, looking up at him through earnest eyes. “Painting our nails. If you still want me to. If you don’t mind that it's a little shaky.”

Sebastian blinks away the burn in his eyes. These aren’t his tears to cry, anyway. And if Jaime doesn’t want to talk about this now, as he very clearly does not, the last thing he should do is force it.

He smiles at him, and it’s only a little bit forced.

“I don’t mind at all.”

****

Jaime really does want to do a good job.

He is a little more than suspicious about where this idea sprouted from, but at least Sebastian is kind enough not to admit that he found Jaime looking at the store.

He doesn’t really know why it caught his eye in the first place. It’s not like he’s ever been overly into nails before. The only association he has is a distant memory, almost completely faded with time, of him and his mother at the kitchen table. It was summer, he’s pretty sure. He can remember the natural light coming in from the bay window and the faint scent of his mother’s favorite peppermint tea mixed with the sharp, clean smell of nail polish. He would watch her paint each hand, and she would sometimes offer to do his, but he could only even sit still long enough for one or two.

He blinks away the half-memory before it can take him, resettling himself in Sebastian’s living room. They’ve each taken one side of the coffee table, legs folded under them on the soft carpet. The little blue bottle and a box of tissues sits between them.

“So,” Sebastian says, drumming his fingertips on the wood. “Who wants to go first?”

This catches him off guard. Jaime studies him for a moment, making sure he’s come to the right conclusion before speaking it out loud. “You… want to paint mine, too?”

“Oh.” Sebastian’s eyebrows raise a fraction, as if he hadn’t realized it wasn’t obvious to both of them. “Only if you want to! I was thinking we could paint each other’s, but if you don’t want to, that’s totally fine, too. We don’t have to even do this at all. I can return this. Or just throw it away. I can dump it down the toilet and we can pretend this never happened.”

Jaime has lived with Sebastian long enough to start to recognize his nervous humor, and he’s fairly certain this is it. It’s strange, the feeling that he might be able to laugh at something his Keeper says, but he has to press his smile into the side of his hand to keep it contained.

“What?” Sebastian laughs, seeming genuinely relieved by his amusement. He picks up the bottle, waving it between them. “You think I won’t go pour this down the drain right now? Because I will.”

Jaime nods, humoring him. “I believe you,” he says. “I… Yes. You can paint mine, if you want to.”

Sebastian’s smile falters, just a little. “You’re sure? You really don’t have to do it just for me.”

Jaime folds his fingers over his palm, studying the pink-pale color under his nails. Then he nods. “I want to try.”

Jaime offers to go first. He figures if he can study Sebastian’s technique, he might be able to emulate it when it’s his turn and do a better job. He watches as he shakes the bottle, a small clicking sound rattling around the bottle. Sebastian starts to reach for him but stops before he comes close to touching Jaime’s hand.

He looks up at him, smiling apologetically. “Is it alright if I touch you? Just here,” he says, tapping the table near Jaime’s fingers. “Just to steady your hand?”

When Jaime takes a moment to respond—not out of any real hesitation, but perhaps caught off guard by the request for permission—Sebastian pulls his fingers back an inch.

“You can say no. We’ll make it work either way.”

Jaime clears his throat, suddenly thick with saliva. “I think it’s okay.” It’s Sebastian who hesitates this time, so Jaime tries again, more confidently. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.”

“Yeah?”

Jaime nods.

“Okay.” Slowly, slow enough to broadcast his movements, Sebastian slips two fingers under Jaime’s, pulling his hand toward his side of the table. He checks in with a glance at least twice before he gets to work.

And this is… Jaime doesn’t know what it is. Sebastian’s skin is warm and soft under his, his touch so gentle and undemanding that he doesn’t know what to do with it. It’s not the first time Sebastian has touched him. A slew of memories from the clinic—most of which he would rather not revisit—come to mind. He had always been kind, both in spirit and in touch, but something about the tenderness he is showing Jaime now knocks him off balance.

He watches, a bit hypnotically, as his long fingers drag the brush over each nail, leaving him spotted in blue. Small flecks smudge onto his cuticles and the skin around his nails, but it still looks good. The color was a good choice, he thinks.

“Still okay?” Sebastian asks when he finishes the first hand.

Jaime nods and surrenders his other hand easily. Sebastian’s eyes only linger on his scar for a second or two before he sets his focus on the job at hand.

“I was thinking,” Sebastian says after a stretch of quiet, “maybe we can set you up with a physical therapist. Someone who… well, who works with…”

“Companions,” Jaime offers.

He winces. “Yes. Under the table, though. Someone who would treat you kindly. That would be non-negotiable.” Jaime looks up at him and Sebastian looks up from his work long enough to scan his expression. “Would that be something you’re interested in?”

“For my hand,” Jaime surmises. Sebastian nods. “You don’t have to do that for me.”

“Well, the matter of my responsibility to you as a human, a doctor, and the person whose name is on your contract is a whole other debate.” He flashes a smile that looks more like a grimace. “But all that aside, it wouldn’t be out of obligation. It would be because I genuinely want to help you. And this might be a real way I could do that.”

A few seconds pass. There is a strange sensation in Jaime’s chest, like stretching a muscle he hasn’t used in a long time. His first instinct is a collection of pre-conditioned responses that were hammered into him in training—polite agreement, smooth avoidance, gratitude. None of them feel right at this moment, and the indecision chokes him up.

Sebastian saves him by speaking again. He drops his freshly painted pinky finger and meets his eyes. “You know, Jaime,” he says, “I think maybe I haven’t done a good enough job of making that clear to you.” In anyone else’s voice, in any other inflection, the words might have set him on edge. The words don’t scare him now.

“Making what clear?”

“That I really want to help you.”

“You have,” Jaime is quick to assure him.

“No, but—” Sebastian pauses, breathes. “I want to do more than the bare minimum. You deserve more than the basic necessities it takes to survive. I know this is… I mean, I can’t even really imagine what it’s like for you to try and talk about this, so we don’t have to linger. But what happened to you? What keeps happening to you? You don’t deserve to live like this, Jaime. There is nothing about you that makes you any less of a person.”

Jaime knows, somewhere buried deep beneath layers of toxic conditioning and learned behaviors, that there is truth in what Sebastian is saying. He believed that once. But Jaime knows now that things aren’t so simple; that justice and righteousness are only as fair as the systems that uphold them. And in the eyes of this governing body, this law, this society, he is less. And ultimately, one man’s objection to that isn’t enough to change anything.

But maybe Jaime can let it be enough for this moment. Maybe he can let it be enough for him, just for a little while.

“You know someone?” Jaime asks tentatively. “A physical therapist?”

“I could find someone,” Sebastian promises. “There are people out there. Networks of them who feel the same way I do. I know people who—” He stops suddenly, the tips of his ears going a little pink. “Well. Anyway, yes I could find someone. You would have a say in it, too. I wouldn’t force you to see anyone you weren’t completely comfortable with.”

Jaime’s answering silence is heavy with ingratitude, he knows it is, but his head is spinning. This privilege that would have, should have, once been a right doesn’t feel like it belongs to him or that it ever could. Despite all that Sebastian has done to prove otherwise, the smallest part of him still bellows out in warning: Lie, lie, lie, trap, trap, trap. But it isn’t either of those things. Jaime knows it isn’t, deep down.

“You don’t need to answer me now,” Sebastian assures him softly before he can respond, and Jaime feels a little bit relieved and a little bit like a failure. “In fact, we can let this drop completely. This—” he waves the tiny paintbrush between them “—is meant to be fun. But… You know, just something to think about. Yeah?”

Once again, Jaime substitutes a nod where his words fail him, and they ease back into the task at hand.

When it comes time to paint Sebastian’s nails, Jaime does an okay job. Neither of them mention the slight shakiness in his grip or the way his precision sometimes veers off course. When he goes out of line, Sebastian just hands him a tissue, he wipes the polish from his skin, and they move on.

He mirrors the position that Sebastian took with him, sliding two fingers under his. As he works, he can’t help but study the hands in front of him. There is a faint pinkish-white to the flesh around his nails, and slivers of peeled skin beside his cuticles. Jaime thinks about the times he’s seen him biting his nails, usually when he is nervous. He always seems to be a little bit nervous around him.

He also notices a stillness in him that can’t be anything but intentional. The way every movement is slow and careful, and the way he keeps his contact overly gentle, convincing Jaime, reminding him, over and over, that his hands are not to be feared.

When they each have two coats of sky-blue at the tips of their fingers, they stay on the floor but lean back against the couch, side by side.

“Can I take a picture?”

Jaime blinks at him. “Of… me?” He doesn’t remember the last time anyone asked him that. He’s had photos taken in the last couple of years, of course, but always in much different contexts, and never with his permission.

Sebastian looks a little sheepish, pulling out his phone. “Of our hands. Would that be okay?”

“Oh,” he breathes. “Sure.”

They hold their hands out in front of them, close enough to fit into frame but not enough to touch, and Sebastian snaps the photo. Jaime doesn’t ask to look at it, but Sebastian shows him anyway.

A week later, when Jaime spots a four-by-four print pinned to the refrigerator with a smiley-face magnet, he finds himself smiling right back.

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kirislovelygf · 1 year

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you don’t know my name (kiri sully x fem! reader)

contents: slight flirting, fluff, jealousy, crushing, modern music, you and spider are frenemies??, wlw, gay girlies

wrd count: 1.9k

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y/n had been pining for kiri since they met when they were kids. she loved everything about her.

her curiosity, her compassion, her hair.

loves her hair.

and not a day went by where y/n didn’t compliment it.

like today, when y/n went to visit her while she was with her siblings.

she stepped into the tent and said hi to everyone before sitting beside kiri.

“your hair looks so shiny and nice today, kiri.” she said sweetly.

kiri looks up from the armband she’s making and smiled.

“that’s a new one. what was it last week? her hair was soft?” neteyam teased from his corner.

“shut up.” she muttered. he laughs and continues to sharpen his knife with tuk watching with immense interest for some reason.

she turns to kiri. “ignore him. he’s jealous because he can’t find a girlfriend.” kiri mutters.

the girls chuckle quietly before y/n looks down at the armband kiri was making.

“who’s this for? the one you have is pretty.” she said.

“oh, it’s not for me. it’s for… it’s a gift.” she said nervously.

y/n nods and looks at it again. “it’s pretty.”

kiri nods. what y/n didn’t know was that she was making it for her.

it was a gift for y/n.

before y/n can ask something else, lo’ak walks in with spider.

y/n glared as the human boy smiled at kiri.

“hey, you guys wanna head to the lab?” lo’ak asked.

“uh, why?” kiri asks.

he shrugs. “i’m bored. i need to get away from dad anyways.”

“alright.”

“i’ll go.” y/n shrugged.

“ugh, do you have to?” spider grumbled.

y/n hissed at him and he hissed back. kiri slaps her arm to get her to stop.

“ow, kiri!” she whined.

“stop!”

she huffed and glared at spider again. he just makes a face at her and stays next to lo’ak.

“whatever. we goin’ or not?” lo’ak says.

no one really knows when this rivalry between spider and y/n started, and neither do they.

i do though, because i’m the narrator.

it all started when they were kids, like eight years old, and they were playing in the sully’s old home in the forest and not in the hallelujah mountains.

y/n had picked a flower and wanted to give it to kiri but when she went to do so, spider had beaten her to it and gave her a flower just like the one y/n had.

ever since then, they’ve been endlessly petty and annoying, trying to one up each other with one common goal.

kiri’s love.

well, they’re both idiots and kiri thinks so too.

the kids, except for neteyam and tuk, ventured through the forest to the lab where the humans worked and lived.

they arrived at the lab that was brightly lit with white and blue. y/n always loved seeing the human inventions and learning about them.

and learning about devices from hundreds of years ago.

as they walked in, they took their masks with their air and put them up to their faces while spider took his off completely.

some scientists were walking around and they greeted the kids briefly before returning to their work.

kiri walked over to where her mother’s avatar was held. she sighed and placed both hands on the glass.

she stared at her mother, smiling, before turning to a computer to watch her video logs.

she found a video log and watched her mother talk about her research of pandora and the animals that live in the forest, how fascinated she was with everyday she learned more.

y/n, spider, and lo’ak find her after she had wandered away. spider leans against the glass that contained kiri’s mom, looking at kiri.

y/n takes notice and glances up at lo’ak. he rolls his eyes, he hates this jealousy thing between them.

he doesn’t understand how two people can hate each other this much over a girl.

i’ll never be obsessed with a girl like they are, he thought.

y/n glared at spider as she went to kiri’s side. her glare quickly turned to a smile when she put her hand on kiri’s shoulder.

“she is very beautiful.” she said quietly.

“yeah, she is.” kiri sighed. she looks up at the girl with a soft smile.

“what else did she talk about? like, here, she talks about the animals. what else?” she asked.

“oh, she talked about our culture a lot. i’ll have to find them. she was so passionate about us. it’s what i love most about her.” kiri said as she looked back at the screen to find another log.

as kiri is searching, max walks up to the little group. “hey, kids.”

“hello!” y/n smiled.

“‘sup max?” lo’ak greets.

“i got something cool i wanna show you guys. come on.” he said. he waved his hand, signaling for them to follow and the kids did so.  the kids look at each other and then follow max to another part of the lab.

they enter another glass room with lab equipment on the counters. y/n found a skinny chair and plopped in it. the chair immediately went down because of how much bigger she was than a human.

she looked at the counter and max had picked up a cd player and placed it there.

“we recovered this in storage and fixed it up, so now you can mess with it. there’s still thousands of songs on it.” he said.

“what is it?” y/n asked, getting up from the spinny chair.

“a cd player. humans used this hundreds of years ago to listen to music. you’d just eject the thingy..” he presses a button and the idk holder slowly pulls out.

y/n watched in amazement as he takes a disk and placed it in the disk holder. he pressed a few more buttons before a low static emitted from the player.

it then started to play an old but popular tune.

the opening notes of “you don’t know my name” by alicia keys played.

y/n’s ears perked up at the sound. kiri takes notice and her heart pounds. she always found it adorable.

whenever y/n would see or notice something interesting, her ears go up and she would think it’s the cutest ever.

“whoaa..” she gasped.

“who’s singing? what’s her name?” kiri asked.

“oh, it’s uh.. alicia keys.” max says. he did a bit of research beforehand on the artists and the cds.

“alicia.. nice.” lo’ak mutters.

“her voice is amazing!” y/n said.

“i’ve heard better.” spider shrugs. y/n turns to look at him. she glared daggers at him but he just rolled his eyes and went to lean against the wall beside lo’ak.

y/n sighs and turns her attention to the music again.

“who’s she singing about? and why don’t they know her name?” lo’ak asked while chuckling.

“the song’s about alicia liking a boy and wants him to notice her but he doesn’t even acknowledge her, and doesn’t know her name.” max explained.

“oohhh..” kiri and lo’ak dragged.

“this is my new favorite song.” y/n smiled as she looked up at kiri.

“I bet she was hot.” lo’ak says.

“ugh. you’re such a boy.” kiri groaned.

lo’ak gasps dramatically. “oh my gosh, kiri, maybe, and hear me out… maybe it’s because i am one.”

y/n laughs at his response while kiri rolls her eyes.

“figured out the big secret guys.” he held his hands out like it was the biggest discovery on pandora.

max laughs. “and i have other ones if you wanna listen to them after this song.” max goes over to a cardboard box and pulls out a dusty old binder.

he places it on the counter next to the cd player and opens it up.

the pages were holders for cds and there were more by alicia keys and other artists of other genres.

“oouuhh..” y/n stands next to him and watches as he flips through.

as he did, she raised her oxygen mask up to her mouth and took a breath.

“there’s mariah carey, mary j. blige, snoh aalegra, uhh.. some of the newer ones like steve lacy, kali uchis, uhh.. s.. za?”

“why did humans have names with just a couple letters that don’t even go together?” y/n asked.

“i don’t know. but she made some very good songs. feel free to play those and listen.” he sighs out.

“hmm.. okay.” y/n mutters.

spider walks over as max leaves the room.

“you guys better not fight over what music we can play.” kiri scolded.

“i won’t start if he doesn’t.” y/n mumbled.

she looks at the girl and kiri’s giving a nasty glare. y/n’s ears drooped in fear and she shrugged.

“okay. fine.” she said quickly. kiri nods and her and her brother begin to mess around with the buttons on the cd player.

they play more music, discovering different genres and talking about which ones were their favorites.

lo’ak loved hip hip and r&b the most, and so did y/n. but she also liked pop music.

kiri discovered indie pop from one artist, lana del ray.

spider liked all of them except for country. none of them really liked the country music.

as spider and y/n were arguing over what they wanted to play next, tuk and neteyam came up to the room.

“hi!! oouu, what’s that?” tuk greeted.

“hey, it’s dinner time. we have to get home.” neteyam said as he stood on the outside of the doorway.

“hey, neteyam. look at this. it plays human music.” kiri told him.

“yep. great. i’m starving. so let’s go.” he said in a bland tone.

kiri rolls her eyes and looks back at the arguing besties.

“will you two stop? ugh, you give me a headache.” she snapped.

“it’s not my fault all he wants to play is trash.” y/n grumbled.

as she turned around to walk away, spider picked up a cd disk and was about to chuck it at y/n’s head but lo’ak caught his wrist.

“she’ll kill you, bro. just stop.” he muttered. spider snatched his wrist back and put the cd into It’s pocket in the binder.

the kids said their goodbyes and went back home to eat dinner.

they arrived at the village just before eclipse and y/n said her goodbyes so she could eat with her own family.

“i had fun today. bye, kiri.” she sighed as the rest of the kids went into the tent.

“me too. but wait, you and spider really need to get along. why do you guys hate each other anyway?” she asked y/n.

y/n’s heart drops ten feet. she turns to face kiri with a shy smile.

“uhh.. it’s stupid, i mean.. i don’t even remember.” she shrugged.

“seriously? then why can’t you put your differences aside?”

“because he’s so annoying. he gets on my nerves all the time.” she complained.

kiri sighs and takes y/n’s hands. “promise me you’ll try to get along with him. so we can all hang out together.”

y/n looks at kiri’s hands and then up at her.

“okay. promise.” she nodded.

this girl had fallen hard for kiri.

surely, the next day, y/n was her nicest to spider, even after all the annoying things he said or did.

“why are you being so nice to me?” he asked as their group were waking through the forest back to the lab.

y/n shrugs. “i just got tired of the arguing.”

spider eyes her suspiciously. “..m’kay..”

she smiled at him and then went to catch up with kiri.

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#kiri x y/n #atwow fluff #atwow kiri #atwow x reader #avatar the way of water #kiri sully #kiri sully x reader #writers #kiri x reader #writing blog #lgbtqplus #avatar #kiri avatar

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asparklethatisblue · 3 months

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ok I see now why people say Moby Dick drags. But even so, it’s more of a “hey dude you were just telling me THAT why are we… ok we’re doing this now? Topic change? Oh ok go on then”

i do find it really interesting as a window into Victorian society. All the little things of “this is what whale oil is used for” and “what sailors do when they’re bored” as well as a change in how scientists see and categorise the world. Society! Race and colonialism! Religion! It’s all so interesting! What of it is the author and what the main character’s opinion? All that

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axelsagewrites · 1 year

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Modern Helaena Head Cannons

Masterlist Here

She is a plant mom

Her life is dedicated to her plants and bugs

Has bug themed bedding, wall art, blankets, headphones

She loves Pinterest and anything earthy

For sure a vegetarian and hopes to go vegan one day

But also, a massive stoner

She’s the one to get Aegon into weed and Aemond is so paranoid that Helena is rotting her brain

If it’s something she cares about she knows every single tiny detail about it but if it bores her she just refuses to study or pay attention

Constantly going on hikes and dragging her family along

Tried to convince them all to do weekly family hikes which at first Alicent was on board with and forced them all out of bed at 8am on a Sunday morning but by week 3 Alicent refused to go

She’s the most popular out of all the siblings

Everyone knows her and she knows everyone and no one has a mean thing to say

But this also means she has all the tea

Is constantly gossiping with Aemond about all the things she learns

“Wait till I tell you what Baela said about Jace because Rhae told me…”

She gives everyone nicknames whether they want it or not

“Hey bug” “Whatssup honey?” “How’s my little grasshopper doing?”

Yes, they’re all bug related

She’s not in therapy but she’s constantly meditating and doing different techniques she learned

Is convinced she’s autistic but her mum wont pay for her to get tested

Everyone always asks her to babysit

They think she’s great with kids cause they never complain and are in bed early but its only because she taught them how to fake sleep

She’s also getting bank from babysitting plus her little weed side gig

Did I mention that she defiantly sells weed? Cause she so does

Her whole thing is trying to look super innocent to get away with murder

And it works

Whenever she breaks something she blames Aegon

Her mum always believes her

She also listens to a lot of music and people always expect it to be Lana del ray or something similar but nope

Hardcore metal

Her music actually scares her family

Im talking Slayer, Cannibal corpse, Black sabbath

It started because originally, she listened to Poppy when she had more Pop music but then she ended up loving her heavier stuff

She has so many pairs of headphones

She always leaves the house with at least 2 pairs

Defiantly a stem girly because its her goal to become a wildlife scientist and study bugs across the globe

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belovedblabber · 1 year

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Plenty of people have said this in much more eloquent terms than mine but I drafted this late at night, and seeing as my brain is too rude for me to make eloquent thought out posts right now I’m just going to say this;

It’s so weird to me when people’s take away from the John sections of NtN is that they’re meant as confirmations that he’s an evil manipulator who has always been an evil manipulator, and further, that anybody who feels sympathy et al. for him when reading these chapters is ‘falling for his front.’

Like what a boring reading. It’s just weird to me that that would be a take away people have. To be clear I am not vagueing anybody here, I’ve just seen a few takes like that floating around. I just really don’t get how those sections could be read that way. To me the entire point of those backstory segments is to show us how John became the person he is in the present of the series. Those chapters aren’t meant to be proof of how John is bad and evil and manipulative, they’re showing us what somebody can do when pushed to a breaking point. It’s this tragic story of a man who loved the earth and wanted to save the earth and was so desperate that he fell into increasingly drastic actions as he was given godlike powers meant to help him fix things.

Because the thing is that when you give just some guy godlike powers it’s very easy for that guy to spin out as he feels increasing despair and urgency and anger. Like was backstory John perfect? Of course not he had tons of flaws. Flaws that then got increasingly amplified as things went on. But that’s kind of the point right? All of us have various flaws and nasty little traits that are part of us, and the point isn’t that John was a bad person, the point is that John was just a person! A person who was driven by desperation and love, a person who was given incredible and terrifying abilities that he didn’t know how to handle.

Like yes he was always a flawed individual, just like all of us are flawed individuals to some degree, and to me that’s sort of a massive point of his story. What happens when somebody filled with so much determination and anger and love is given these powers as the world gets sicker and sicker and the rich and powerful fuck you over? What does somebody do when things spiral out of control and keep escalating? The backstory chapters aren’t meant to show us how evil John is, they’re meant to show us how a driven scientist who wants to save the world can become the John that we see in the present. They show us what happened to him to twist him into that version of himself. Yes John is terrifying, he does horrible things, he’s an absolute bastard, I am in no way denying that. In fact that’s part of why I love him (because I enjoy FLAVOR). But reading the backstory chapters as just some sort of villain monologue is so boring.

Also I’ve seen people read those chapter as a ‘pr campaign’ of John’s in terms of what he’s saying. Which is, to me, really misinterpreting what’s going on there. It’s not a pr campaign, it’s a confession. And of course that confession is going to be shaped by John’s own opinions and recollections of events, but that doesn’t make it like, a carefully honed story that’s meant to make him look as good as possible and to manipulate the listener. Like yes it’s shaped by his opinions, his recollections etc., but that’s how any recounting of events is! Which makes it even more interesting. But I’ve seen takes saying that people are somehow falling for John’s front if they are like, ‘taken in’ by the John chapters. Which is really based on a total misreading of what’s going on with those chapters, in my opinion.

Those chapters are a flashback/weird dream bubble conversation, and we’re seeing what he was telling Alecto shortly after he ended everything. It’s an explanation and a confession and an unburdening. In an interview after the NtN cover reveal Tamsyn Muir said that one of the things the book is about is “a friend you know getting super, super drunk at the club, and you’re sitting with him in the local McDonald’s at midnight as he tells you a bunch of incredibly intimate details about something you always wondered about, and you’re torn between wishing you were not in this McDonald’s and egging him on, because you know he’s really, really going to regret telling you all this when he’s sober” which we now know that what she was referring to there was the John chapters. And that quote really contradicts any readings that paint the John chapters as any sort of ‘pr campaign’ etc. (And then of course by the final John chapter we see a shift, and it becomes him more directly addressing Harrow again rather than the strange mix of Alecto and Harrow, and that part is its own interesting beast).

But anyway I just find it weird when people’s take away is just oh wow look how evil John is look at these horrible things he did. Because that’s so much less interesting than what we’re really getting. What’s fun is to look at all of this and think how did he get here? What happens when just some guy, with a mixed bag of traits and flaws just like any person, is given power over life and death and, as a result, the potential power to save the world? And as he falls further and further down the path that he find himself increasingly unable to step back from, what happens when he becomes increasingly desperate? What parts of himself get laid bare as he hurdles down that path? How does somebody end up here? How and why does somebody do what he did and how do they justify it to themselves? How does a man who set out to save the world become the man who killed it and now leads an empire that kills planets and subjugates people all in the name of vengeance? In John 1:20 C— tells him “John, your problem is that you care less about being a savior than you do about meting out punishment” and I feel like that is such a fascinating and telling line. It shows us a trait of his that has only gotten worse with time. He’s had over ten thousand years for that aspect of himself to set in stone and define him.

And I think that the John chapters are, like so much of the series, a meditation on love and the different things love can cause a person to become and to do. “For John had loved the world” etc. That’s kind of its own post though so I’ll save that for a later semi-coherent collection of words.

Anyway to me a big reason that these chapters are so fascinating is because they’re showing us what love can do when it’s pushed to its limits and twisted. John is such a tragic figure and I mean that very much in a Greek tragedy sense. As per Tamsyn Muir in a different interview than the one mentioned above, John is “the figure that cleaves the most towards the tragic” (this also being the interview where she mentions that John is more or less given all the traits of a specific Greek tragic hero). I’m not going to start going off about reading comprehension and engagement in relation to people struggling to relate and ping these sorts of narratives and characters, because I’ll probably start sounding like a pretentious ass, but anyway, Greek tragedy, love it.

And so okay I’ve reached the end of my little Ted Talk here. Thanks for making it this far. Like I said, other people have said stuff to this effect better than I have, and I’ve probably said a lot of this before in different posts, but I’m choosing to say it here anyway because it’s my right to say a lot about a character here on tumblr.com

#the locked tomb #john gaius #nona the ninth #ntn

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ask-uts-earthspark-au · 1 year

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what would the terran's reactions be to like.... megatronus prime/the fallen or liege maximo?? or any of the 13 originals tbh, and that in alot of continuities op is kind of implied (if not straight up said) to be the thirteenth?

Yknow, actually this gives me a great opportunity to somewhat explain how my AU has the Primes.

I may write a fic off of this, actually.

Anyway: here we go.

Prima

All are somewhat enamored with the whole concept of them basically being their god. Finds their rumored appearance quite cool, and finds it cool that the Matrix is in their sword.

The Fallen/Megatronus Prime

Not quite so fond. Weird, creepy, none of them like him. Thrash genuinely could not roll his optics any harder at his ‘tragic backstory’ that people wrote to make him sympathetic.

Alpha Trion

Kinda interesting. Kept track of history, ran an archive, held onto the matrix between Primes after the others were all dead, originally thought to be basically immortal with how long he lived? Even though he wasn’t actually a true prime, apparently. And did eventually die, but body was never actually recovered. Mysterious, and kind of interesting, overall.

Nexus Prime

Cool as balls. There’s not much else to say, they just think he’s cool as hell. Still don’t quite understand the whole combining thing, but it sounds a little cooler now.

Vector Prime

There are so many possibilities, that it simply blew their tiny newspark processors. Probably the coolest so far.

Solus Prime

Tied with Vector. Originally from the original myth, they weren’t too interested. But hearing the bit from Optimus completely separate from myth, they immediately loved Solus. Thrash loves the hammer, Hashtag thinks it’s very girlboss of him to even exist, Twitch loves the whole ‘can make really cool weapons with the hammer’ thing, Jawbreaker thinks the story overall is pretty inspiring, and kinda cute (albeit somewhat tragic) that he died very quickly after his partner, and was the one who caused the ‘partners/conjuxes come to the hall as well’ thing, Nightshade is very enamored with him being trans. Overall, it’s a hard tie with Vector.

Amalgamous Prime

The shifting bit is awesome. They understand the Decepticons a bit better, and understand better why they even exist in the first place. HT also thinks he has mad rizz for having seduced an Autobot like that.

Liege Maximo

The fact that this bitch is meant to be like their version of satan is kinda… they’re honestly perhaps 5% impressed, at most. And the whole ‘point of origin for all decepticons’ is really laughable to them.

“…at least he’s kinda sexy…?” - Jawbreaker

Alchemist Prime

Kinda boring, but also super cool in that chill uncle way. Also fun that he fucked off from the war and ran a bar. Amazing. Quality decision making skills.

“Like Tarantulas, but in a holy way. And a lot more popular/intimidating.” - Nightshade

Onyx Prime

They think he’s kinda cool, being a big beastformer space pope. Nightshade and Jawbreaker especially like him.

Micronus Prime

Twitch thinks he’s kinda cool, being probably as little as her. Really shows that someone as small as her can be great like that.

Quintus Prime

They all have a unique fascination with him, even if pretty boring. Nightshade is especially interested by the fact that he’s the scientist of the bunch.

Thirteen

The original written myth of Thirteen is incredibly bland to them, and Thrash remarked that clearly they didn’t do a good job. However, when brought the idea of them being Amalgamous’s sparkling, a shifter just like him, and agender, they were all far more interested, and found them a little bit cooler. However, with still so little known, they’re not very interesting compared to the others.

Nova Prime

The fact that he’s known for having not been the best person, yet still respectable enough as ‘The Master Kindler’ and having reintroduced Kindling to table now that the wells were dying, really interests them. Also find it cool how Nova is genderfluid.

“Girlboss, gaslight, gatekeep. 👌” - Hashtag

Sentinel Prime

They’re pretty confident that the very fact that Optimus refused to say his name is enough to say he’s clearly not a very good person, and being told of all that he’d done in his time, they all decidedly hated him.

Optimus Prime

Optimus refused to share very much about himself, beyond his own achievements throughout his reign. They think even higher of him than before. Megatron later revealed that a downside is that he is a loner/introvert & a/antisocial, and usually rather cold/not very personable with people outside of his personal circle of ‘loved ones’.

Rodimus Prime

Nothing was said to his current location, but was noted that he is currently ‘in-training’/not fully a ‘Prime’ yet (won’t be until Op steps down/passes), generally quite polite and sweet if shy, quite strongly religious but really quiet about it, Captain to a crew on a neutral ship, remains neutral himself rather than aligned, a peacetime leader compared to Optimus being a ‘wartime leader’, and technically the true Prime of the reign the Terrans were born under, so they’d be Rodimus’s rather than Optimus’s.

Twitch is even more fond of him, and the others a little more impressed/interested into the prospect of doing a little research into him and those comics.

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This is canon divergent, so things don’t completely align up with canon.

I happen to HC Solus as TransMasc/FtM & had a female lover, Amalgamous as the original Decepticon leader & have had an ex-Autobot lover + two sparklings, Alchemist as being a ‘peacetime leader’/kept the peace until he died (of old age), and Nova as having revived the practice of Kindling and very protective over sparklings + genderfluid.

Thx.

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