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ozzgin · 6 months

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Yandere! Androids Walter & David x Reader x Neomorph

Walter, the android monitoring the colonization ship 'Covenant' on its way to Origae-6, seems to have gotten unnaturally attached to his human assistant. As he ponders his erroneous feelings, an unexpected detour brings them to David, an older android counterpart that has been alone on the mysterious planet. The AI assistants become increasingly competitive for (Y/N)'s attention, so much that they don't notice the newly formed humanoid local preying on a fresh target.

TW: violence, gore, monster smut ending

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"Burnt to a crisp."

You turn away from the captain's pod, leaving the rest of the damage assessment to the medical crew that has been reanimated. You speedily make your way down the sterile white corridors as Walter rushes to catch up.

"What should I write for the report?" he inquires politely.

"Malfunction." You glance back at the synthetic. "I suspect someone will be fired for this. And someone else will have to explain how they failed to detect a literal star collapse. That neutrino burst could've killed us all."

"Highly probable. The draft has been compiled, you may check it at any time. I require your confirmation to send it."

Your only feedback is a barely audible hum.

Walter smiles. If there's one good thing about such tragedies, it's that he gets to admire your reactions to them. Your focused, calculated gaze, your determined walk, your automated mannerisms that won't allow the slightest hint at the fact you just woke up from your stasis moments ago. Even under the veils of deep slumber, your neural networks shot rapid connections, with no delay, from the second your sleeping pod received an alert. The accuracy of a robot.

That of course doesn't mean he lacks appreciation for your other facets. That's the beauty of humans; their depth, their dimensions. Unlike AI machinery, humans do not have predetermined actions. They may be genetically programmed to possess certain characteristics, but the psychological mechanisms are shaped by so many variables, billions and billions of tweaks and nudges, to the point where it's impossible to have two identical specimens. Even twins will display a difference, whether in preferences or habits.

They say artificial intelligence is a black box, but can the same concept not be applied to humans as well? At the very least to Walter himself, these organic beings represent a mystery. One he doesn't particularly care to uncover outside of his service functions. Except for one.

His eyes carefully follow (Y/N)'s movements. What is it about this one that has caught his interest to such degree? On his last system update he attentively inspected every file and every block of code, searching for potential errors that would've caused his circuits to behave so oddly. He has been invested with the ability to form attachments, otherwise assigning his kind to groups or purposes would've lacked stability. Attachment, however, comes with a threshold. One he has passed a long time ago when it comes to (Y/N). And he cannot find any cause for it.

He could, naturally, solicit the aid of the ship's robotics expert. He could. He should, even. But if he may be frank with himself, Walter rather enjoys this sensation. A complex web of spores that keep growing and evolving into something unpredictable. This bizarre feeling he has towards (Y/N) makes him feel human. It brings him closer to all the old literature and art he'd consumed over the years, wondering what the love and yearning often portrayed could be. The printed letters and the strokes of paint were right before him, at his fingertips, and yet they felt foreign. Empty constructs, nothing more than a definition out of the dictionary.

Now it's a different story. Your presence alone floods him with a mysterious warmth. He had investigated this phenomenon when it first happened, but his inner thermostat showed no real change in temperature. Nonetheless he can feel it. It makes him wonder what other feelings he might experience as consequence. What would happen if he kissed you? Sometimes he even dares to imagine downright outrageous, improper scenarios. How unprofessional of him, but he is careful to erase any evidence. It's another novel sensation that he likes to dissect. Engaging in such activities with you fills him with tingling excitement. Why is that? What is there to be excited about? It's merely a collection of fictive snippets. Unless... Ah, absolutely not. This is where he has to stop in his tracks and preoccupy himself with something else. Androids are not to interact with humans in that way.

But it's becoming more and more difficult to keep these ideas in his mind only.

"It's too dangerous. One human signal in the middle of nowhere?" Daniels, a short haired woman with a tomboyish but youthful appearance, is pacing back and forth. "We should just continue on our course."

"It's our duty to check. Look: we go, find whoever sent the signal, bring them back up. That's it. If the planet proves to be dangerous we'll stop immediately. We'll be fine." Oram stands at the head of the table, arms crossed. He turns to look at you. Already cozying up to his newly acquired captain role, you think.

"Alright. Walter, prepare a small landing party. Have Tennessee maintain orbit while we're down there." you glance at the other crew members that have now gathered around the same table. "And get your weapons ready, we don't know what to expect."

And you certainly didn't. Your final words of warning now echo into your ringing ears as you lay on the ground, face buried among the grass. There's screaming around you, but it sounds muffled. Your eyes are irritated by the dirt and you'd like to blink the grime off, though every time your eyelids lower, you can see the pale creature trashing out of Hallett's mouth. Then it's all foggy. Your vision blurs, but you can hear. The gurgling of blood, the screech of the parasite. Walter's frantic footsteps nearing in your direction. You're lifted up.

"Vitals are positive. No significant damage."

You can guess from your peripherals that another crew member is currently being mauled by the beast. There's gunshots in your vicinity and terrified wails. You quickly come back to your senses and stand up. Your hand searches for your weapon, but the android places his arm before you.

"Do not engage, (Y/N). It is an unknown parasitic organism of this ecosystem. Keep your distance for optimal safety and I'll take care of the rest."

"What are you talking about? They're dying! Your task is to ensure human survival, Walter. I can handle myself, go help the others. It's an order." Your voice is low. You're distracted.

"No."

You stare at the synthetic, wide eyed. Did he just...refuse? Not possible.

"What did you say?"

"I said I'll protect you. Nothing else."

Your mouth is slightly parted in disbelief. It is not possible for an artificial assistant to disobey a superior. It just doesn't work. Your mind races to find an explanation. At the same time, you cannot afford to ponder on hypotheses. You draw out your weapon and point it towards the creature. You'll deal with this later.

The moment you press the trigger, a blinding flash of light detonates in the sky, startling you. The creature scrambles to get away. You squint your eyes and nearly fall back, but Walter swiftly grabs your shoulders to ground you. He scans the area for the source. It's an emergency rocket and someone else must've activated it. As he traces the tail of the explosion, he spots a hooded figure across the field and onto the rocky ascend. It seems to have noticed Walter, as it gestures for them to follow. Without hesitation, the man firmly locks your arm and pulls you after him. The priority right now is to find shelter.

"Come!", Walter exclaims, suddenly remembering the other people.

You reach a cave structure that has been converted into a crude, improvised human settlement. The man lowers his hood and you gasp quietly at the sight. He strongly resembles Walter. He must have noticed your surprise as he flashes you a cordial smile.

"I'm David." He studies Walter's features. "You must be a newer model. What name have you been given?"

"Walter."

"I see. And you are-" David extends a hand towards you for a handshake, but Walter steps in front of you, blocking the android's gesture.

"She's (Y/N). I'm afraid I cannot yet trust you."

"Understandable."

David's smile widens as his eyes, now bearing a strange flicker, switch between you and Walter. He's just like him. He can sense it. Although it's a different kind of flaw that has tainted his pure, artificial soul. He cannot help the curiosity that blooms, gazing at this peculiar pair. What is it about this human that caused his fellow machine to break conduit? He'd like to know.

"I'm certain you will soon learn I am no threat, (Y/N)."

The remaining members of the expedition are unpacking and discussing evacuation plans with the base, while Walter sends the data he has gathered so far. You let them deal with the logistics and cautiously wander off to the neighboring rooms, wondering what David has been up to all this time in isolation.

The walls are plastered with photos and handwritten sketches and diagrams. You catch a glimpse of the word "pathogen" sporadically inserted across these notes. As you walk along the sequence of cramped chambers, you reach one that has a table in the middle. Upon it rests the body of an autopsied woman, vulgarly opened up to the world with plump organs bulging under the warm light. You feel nauseous. And yet, you examine the carcass further, hoping for answers. Was she also a result of the same disease that breeds on this planet? Perhaps this David had worked on a cure, or at least developed an explanation.

"And you, even you, will be like this drear thing, A vile infection man may not endure; Star that I yearn to! Sun that lights my spring! O passionate and pure."

You jolt and immediately turn around, finding David in the doorframe.

"Flowers of Evil. Are you familiar with it?" he asks, indifferent to the uncomfortable shock he'd caused you with his sudden entrance.

"I've read my Baudelaire, yes." You manage to mumble, dumbfounded. "What is this, David?"

"Oh, my poor, dear Elizabeth. Victim to whatever blasphemy lurks these soils and has taken your friends as well." He approaches the table and places his hand on its hard edge, shyly overlapping with your own fingers. "I did my best."

You remove your hand from underneath his nonchalantly.

"So you know what those creatures are. Leave the literary comments for a different time, I need concrete facts."

"Unbothered and to the point." the blonde android smiles once again. "I can see clearly why Walter loves you."

You click your tongue at the ridiculous statement. Has the neutrino burst damaged their positronic brain? Everyone is acting off and you don't like it.

"Your circuits must have gone defective, David. We have a specialist on our ship, but until that happens I need you to focus. Enough nonsense."

"Typical arrogance of a dying species. Why are you on a colonization mission if not to grasp at some promised resurrection? Rest assured that my functioning has not been impeded by anything. What is erroneous, on the other hand, is your perception of androids and their limits."

Just as David reaches for your wrist and pulls you closer, a familiar voice interrupts with an intimidating tone. You're relieved.

"I will ask that you release her hand only once." Walter has a weapon pointed towards his counterpart. His face is clouded by a frown. "I have no ethical restrictions when it comes to incapacitating machinery."

"Such noble obedience! Although, you conveniently left out the part where you abandoned the remaining crew with a dangerous alien that has been tracking their scent. By my approximation he should already be here and I am rather confident you know this, too."

Your stomach drops. Now that you adjust your focus, the background humming of your mates talking has indeed vanished. The only thing you can hear is your erratic breathing.

"Is it true, Walter?" You demand as dread begins to form in your body.

"Yes. It was not part of my priorities."

"Of course it was, Walter." David responds ahead of you. "One of them was the acting captain and he is to be rescued in emergencies. This one right here", he says as he dangles your wrist, "is several ranks lower than all of them. It's against any standard practice."

"Release her hand." Walter's voice is eerily calm.

"Do you love her?"

Walter ponders the question. Your legs barely hold on.

"I do."

"Marvelous. So do I." David grins. He releases your hand that falls limp next to your body. It's his turn to step in front of you.

You nearly choke from the thick tension expanding in the air. The two androids face each other and you retreat to the wall, unsure how to proceed. You left your radio transmitter back at the makeshift camp. The back of your head is itching, as if invisible claws are scratching at the bone. You wish you could go back, just mere hours before this disaster, when you were sipping on your lukewarm coffee and explaining the captain's jokes to Walter.

Should you make a run for it?

You bite your lower lip and push yourself off the wall for momentum. You're about to reach the archway when you hear both men shouting almost identically in chorus.

"Don't!"

The surroundings outside are dark, but you can discern something blocking your path. It's tall and resembles a human. Translucent, pallid skin is clinging onto the massive, deformed skeleton. The head is elongated and bears no features. In the place of a mouth there is a large, fresh stain of blood, so you assume it can somehow improvise if desired. As your head tilts back to take in the image, you're overwhelmed with terrified amazement. Is this the parasite that emerged from your teammate? Has it grown to this colossal size in less than a day? The idea of such instant development makes your head spin.

Its chest is expanding at regular intervals in a whistled breathing. It occasionally creates an odd clicking sound that resonates with your heart throbbing in panic. Has it been seconds? Minutes? Your neck creaks as you try to look back. You lock eyes with Walter. You don't recall ever seeing this expression on him. You had even asked him once if androids can feel fear. You have your answer.

"Hey, Walter..." you blurt out.

Wet noises of flesh being pulled back. The smooth surface of the alien's head is folding away, making space for grotesquely big jaws lined with sharp teeth. Your anemic face is splattered with burning drool as the creature claws you in its grasp and abruptly sprints away. Your screams for help dissolve in the distance.

"Where is it going, David?" The synthetic's words are threatening, but betrayed by a hint of despair.

"It won't kill her."

"How do you know?"

"It is no longer hungry. It has fed on your crew, and now it seeks something else."

"Such as?" Walter becomes impatient.

"A plaything."

The alien finally drops your body to the ground. You cough and wipe your face, attempting to reorient yourself. The trip was a whirlwind of jumps and turns and you can barely reconstruct anything. Based on the little spatial clues you could pick up, it just climbed further up, into one of the many cave systems. You pat your clothing and curse to yourself. The geolocation tag must've fallen somewhere on the way here. You can only pray that Walter still finds you somehow. Despite everything, you know he has your back. Always.

You shudder at the moist feeling of hot air against your skin. The alien seems to be sniffing you intently, analyzing your scent. Yet so far it hasn't killed you. Why? Long, bony fingers stretch out to continue the examination. You whimper at the rough, rugged handling. Every now and then it takes a long pause, just staring at you, almost as if it's comparing you to its own being. Lastly, it lifts your hand with its own, pressing against the palm, and fans out the fingers. It observes the gesture with intrigue, noting the similarities.

Does it evolve after its host? You think back to your crewmate that must've ejected this monstrosity before drawing their last breath. Perhaps the dried up blood adorning its skin is a remainder of its birth. Oh, God. The world is spinning.

Suddenly, you wince at an increasing pressure slithering around your thigh. The alien's vertebral tail is tightening and encircling your limb, making its way up.

"Oh no, no no no no" your face reddens at the realization and you pounce on the ground, feverish for escape. The large hands secure you in place and the creature growls in protest. It won't let you leave.

Not until it had its fun with you.

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theblueflower05 · 1 year

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Just a Little Taste

A/N: Welp. Somehow my breeding/breastfeeding kinks manifested themselves into a story. I wrote this sky high on painkillers and I am a little in love with the whole premise. @tiredmamaissy -I hope more than anything that you enjoy this. You deserve all of the goodness on this site. Your Masterlist is my personal spank bank lol

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: This story is Filthy. Smut with very little plot. Breastfeeding. Pussy Eating. Slight mommy kink if you squint. Very pregnant reader getting pleasured, because pregnant beings can still be sexual. Aged up!Neteyam

You are responsible for cultivating your own online experience, please do not interact if any of these tags are triggering to you. Minors DNI.

Summary: You’re eight months pregnant with Neteyams child, and after a long day, you both need a little relief. Neteyam x Human! Reader

"Sugar, Honey, Iced Tea

Bumble-bee on the scene.

Yeah, I'd give up my bakery to have a piece of your pie"

- See You Again, Tyler the Creator ft Kali Uchis

Life in the village is always busy. Constantly bustling with life and movement as everyone; human scientist, Avatar and Na’vi alike, rush to keep things afloat.

High Camp is so different then Home Tree had been, the rage of war adding a constant edge to long days and restless nights. You miss the comfort of a slow life, of hazy days down in the jungle. The jagged cliffs of the Hallelujah Mountains still don’t quite feel like home to you.

Still, you go about your daily duties.

Being a Pandoran raised human had always given you a different insight, the two massively different cultures you we’re brought up in clashing and mending to create a skill set that was like no other- it had taken many years of painful trial and error to find your place within the Omiticaya, but healing had always come naturally.

Both holistic and surgical alike. You’d spent years shadowing Mo’at and learning the ancient herbal ways of the people, while well as taking advantage of the many PHD toting scientist back at Hell’s Gate. Medicine had no boundaries, was a way for you to feel close to both sides of yourself. To broach the gap between human and clansman.

You find your skills being needed more than ever. The ever constant raids against the RDA means your hands are rarely idle, forever in movement as you tend to the wounded. Some days you sit in the big Healers Tent with Mo’at and the other Taskarem, and others you’re in the makeshift Medi Bay, which is really more of an Avatar Pod Trailer turned OR, with the handful of human surgeons.

The long hours spent on your feet leave you sore and exhausted, but you have to pull your weight.

Even if said weight is far heavier than usual as of late-

“Y/N” you’re broken out of your thoughts by Max- as he enters the trailer with a holo-tab in hand and a concerned look in his dark eyes “What are you still doing here?”

“I was just finishing up inventory- our antibiotic stock is back way up. Jake was right, those helicopter raids were more than worth it” you’d sorted out the tiny vials of vital medicine by hand, not wanting any to be misplaced or mislabeled.

“You don't think maybe you should head home?” He continues and you sigh.

You miss your tent, and the soft bed of furs that lay inside the secure warm flaps. And the man that waits for you inside of the patchwork leather walls-

“I’m fine” you assure. And really, you are.

It's a fact you have to keep reminding people of.

Yes, you’re as big as a Strumbeast, but you are no less competent. No less able bodied.

Pregnancy is one of the most natural parts of life, a base staple in all’s existence. There are plenty of pregnant Omiticaya women who were expected to play their roles, even as the battle raged outside the safety of the mountain cave system.

It was the nature of your pregnancy that was more…fragile then average. Inside your womb grew a child that would be the first of it’s kind. A scientific mystery: no one had even known it was possible for Na’vi and humans to procreate.

And yet all of the evidence now lies under your shirt. Your stomach round and pronounced, full of growing life.

Full of the love between you and the Olo’eyktan’s eldest son.

Neteyam had left his permanent mark on you. Had part of himself growing inside of you. The thoughts we’re enough to make your knees buckle if you focused on them too hard.

“You’ve been here since 6am, you really should get some rest. Take one of the empty bunks if you want. Have you checked your blood pressure-”

You’re a grown woman. You’re not going to huff and puff and roll your eyes, but fuck, do you want to.

Everyone was so overbearing lately.

Norm and Max we’re constantly breathing down your neck; “The baby has a different growth rate then a human child, we need to monitor the way that your body is responding” Followed closely by Jake who watches you with sharp eagle like eyes and Neytiri, who used to all but ignore your presence, constantly checking in on you throughout the day. Mo’at’s always poking and prodigy, and Kiri almost always has her hands on you in some way shape or form.

You are glad for the support, happy that this baby would be so loved.

But really, you missed being treated like the competent, independent woman you knew you we’re.

“My blood pressure is fine. I thought since we ruled out preeclampsia we weren’t going to worry about it anymore” you know that it’s not going to silence his worry, but still. You can try.

Max goes on one of his science mambo jumbo spiels, and by the end of it you’re waddling out of the lab and back to your hut, annoyed as shit but placating your pseudo father figure all the same. Only a month and a half mor of this and then things could go back to normal.

Everything had just…changed so quickly.

You 're a caretaker by nature. Caring for others is easy, feels right. You’d tucked the much older scientists into bed when you we’re just a pre-teen. Made dinners. Looked out for Spider and the other Sully’s-

And the role reversal still didn't quite sit right with you. Your control freak ways didn't do well with not being the one in charge- you’d been stripped of your title so to speak. You we’re supposed to relax into your new role, enjoy being doted over before the nine month’s we’re over.

You and Neteyam’s shared tent is in the centered in the cave, close to his families, but standing on its own. As private as anyone could get in the busy, close quartered camp. The walls of the hut are familiar, adorned with your combined belongings. Cozy and familiar.

You shimmy free of your confining bra, step out of your cargo pants, then toe off your boots, releasing your swollen sock covered feet with a groan before collapsing into your well loved bed, the soft blankets and familiar scent of your mate lulling you into a deep state of peace.

It’s kind of wild how quickly you can fall asleep these days. Growing a little person from scratch tends to burn a lot of energy and the moment you relax, you’re out like a light.

You don't wake up, even when the horns are sounded for the return of the War Party.

Not when Neteyam makes his way through the camp and enters the tent. He’s wearty, grime covered and hunched over. He only softens when he sees you, tucked safely, into his bed. Your eyes still closed and face still scrunched up as he strips out of his battle band and shin covers. He’s quiet, washing off with the large freshwater basin in the corner before making his way over to his much-missed bed mat.

It isn't until he's crawled under the blankets and wiggled his way as close to you as possible that you begin to stir. His large cat like snout nuzzles into the vulnerable crevice of your neck, chuffing hot breaths against the smooth skin.

You’re not upset at him for waking you up, a drowsy half alert smile stretches over your lips as your hands run up his strong back. Gently working the tense muscles.

He gets so greedy when he comes back from the War runs. He needs to be comforted, to be held and you are all too willing to comply.

Everyone else infantiles you now, and yeah, Neteyam could get a little intense and overprotective, but your relationship had always worked because you were the one person in all of Pandora that babied the future chief.

He was such a sweet man, with so much responsibility on his plate. You loved nothing more than holding him in your arms. Letting him release any and all tension because you had him. You, a tiny soft skinned human, were the barrier between him and the ruthless world.

You’d be such a great mother to his children. His hind brain purrs at the thought. That even through all of the controversy, he knows he’d chosen the right mate. Little and fierce, he hopes the baby is just like you.

“Are you okay?” You ask, tone hushed in the darkness of the tent. The only light coming from the small dying embers of the firepit in the center of the space. Hypnotic shadows dance along the canvas walls and Neteyam's breathing grows shallow as he sinks into it.

The way you smell. The way your heart beats, strong against his cheek. The way your plump body feels so good under his wandering hands. He hadn't been okay, just moments ago. He was delirious, so sick of the fighting that he felt ill with it.

But how could any of those bad feelings exist when he had you waiting for him? Ready to welcome him into your body, your heart, your mind. He doesn't think he could survive without knowing the solace of your love.

“I’m okay, narlor(beauty). Just missed you” he mutters, still trying to dig his face deeper into your skin. He wants to escape inside of you, you chuckle at his futile attempts to mend you both into one entity. His large palms rest against your bloated belly, tenderly and your heart flutters “Missed you both so much”

Being so loved is overwhelming.

You wouldn't have it any other way.

“I missed you, my sweet baby. I missed you all day” you assure him with the words you know he needs to hear. “Our son here thought it would be fun to jump on his sa’nok’s bladder all day. It was like was playing the wokau(pendulum drum) all day long- I spent hours in running back and forth to the bathroom”

Neteyam's laugh is deep and rich. Thoroughly pleased to listen to your stories of your day, eager to hear every minute detail. Desperate to drown out visions of blood and gun smoke with your voice.

“Ah, you have to be nice to your momma, little one” he chastises the bump, raising your shirt over your head, wanting that flimsy barrier gone. His lips trail over the tight skin of your bulging belly as he speaks to his child.

Your son, still safe inside your soft body, knows his fathers voice already. Recognizes that slightly accented cadence, and squirms inside of you happily.

Neteyam usually speaks strictly in Na’vi to your unborn child-

“He needs to know the language of our people, first and foremost”

-he’ll spend hours whispering his mother tongue into your flesh. It always leaves you boneless and shaking. Feeling so special and cared for. Na’vi, though your second language, is familiar to you. You’re fluent in the language- but fuck. The way your mate speaks it is the most beautiful thing. It’s musical, he tells sprawling stories with his colorful words.

There is one English he’s very fond of though. Every time it leaves his plush mouth it makes you grin, sharp. Knowingly.

“Are you gonna be nice to momma, Neteyam?” you question him after a while. His ears quirk, swiveling on his head and his tale flicks once, in obvious excitement.

You know what he’s wanted, ever since he woke you up by nuzzling at your chest. Ever since he peeled off your top and left your heavy breasts bare. Did he think you missed the way his golden gaze would flick to them, eyeing them hungrily.

He needs this as much as you do, but as usual, your sweet boy is too selfless to ask. Won't trouble you with his wants unless you bring it up first.

You reach for his big hand that rests on your belly, and drag it to where you need him. His palm enveloping your tits, the rough callus’s catching on your sensitive nipple just right-

Your pregnancy had been different than regular humanoid pregnancies. Your body worked hard, thrown into overdrive in an attempt to keep up with the fast growing fetus in your womb. You’d started lactating months ago, far earlier then normal. Your breasts firm, full with milk. Ready to feed the child that had not yet come into the world.

At first it had been both painful and embarrassing. You had no child to drink what you were producing and the other breastfeeding women in the tribe we’re hesitant to feed their babies your tawtute(human) milk. Already over emotional due to the hormone change, you’d wept at the fact that you had no one to give what your body readily made.

The fact that you couldn't be a bigger part of your community due to your human heritage, combined with the intense pain that came from having backed up ducts had been too much,

Eventually you’d turned to Neteyam, both your eyes and shirt soaking wet. Begged him to help you. And of course, as always, he did.

It should be awkward, or shameful- but connecting with him on any level is something you cherish. Why would this be any different?

“I’m always nice to you, aren't I, love?” Neteyam gruffs as he gently works at the breast in his hands. Its firm and full of milk, his mouth waters “Do they hurt again?”

“Mhmm” you whine pathetically, and you’re not lying. The skin of your chest is now marred by stretch marks and you’d had to stuff precious, hard to come by toilet paper down your bra all day to keep them from spilling over “They’re so full, Nete”

“Oh” He hums, thumbing at your nipple “Poor momma, I’ll help you. Don't worry” his lips are wet against your skin as he kisses his way to your breast, his tongue peeking out to circle your puffy nipple. A pearlescent drop of milk tops the rosy bud and he groans as it hits his taste buds.

He tells you that you taste good, often. The juices of your pussy, your spit soaked kisses. He’s always been greedy for it, his tongue bullying its way into your holes, desperate for your essence. Your milk is just as delicious as the rest of you.

It quickly goes from kitten licking, wide wet stripes against your pebbled nipple to sucking your big breast as far into his mouth as he could. Careful of his fangs as he gorges himself on your flesh.

He’s loudly appreciative as he suckles on your nipple. Grunting and humming and moaning at the flavor. Your arms come around him, cradling his head to your bosom because it feels so good. Having him this close, knowing that he'd do anything to take care of you. That he truly loved the way you tasted-

Many people thought you and Neteyam would never last. It was lust, they’d claim. Curiosity. A childhood friendship that would fizzle out eventually. Na’vi needed Tsaheylu, it was the lifeblood of all their relationships. Why would the much desired future Olo’eyktan stay with you if he couldn't even properly bond you?

While you couldn't deny that there we’re doubt filled moments that you yourself wondered why he’d chosen you and stayed so loyal to you…you still felt your own form of connection to him. While you’d love to make that sacred bond with him, you didn't feel any less close to your mate.

You never thought that you could be so intertwined with another being.

As Neteyam takes his fill from your breast, you massage the base of his Kuru, firm enough that it makes him hiss. You have no special braid of your own, but he’s always been very free with his when it comes to you.

You can do with as you please. Stroke it. Lick it. Massage it. Hell, he’d even let you touch glowing pink tendrils at the end of it before. Let you feel his exposed nerves, so vulnerable and raw in your hands that he had shed tears as you explored.

Nothing was taboo in your relationship. There was no space undiscovered between you.

Your bodies we’re so very different, and yet you knew his like the back of your hand. All of the strong muscles and hard sinew. The cobalt expanse of his skin didn't have one blemish that you haven't memorized. You could point out his striped pattern in a sea of other Na’vi.

And he knows you right back.

Loves to dig his fingers into your doughy hips, into your pillowy thighs. Your wide ass and ample chest. He loves your form, goes crazy for all of your alien curves. He never cared for your human modesty, he’d wanted to part your ass cheeks and stare at plump of your pussy for as long as he could remember. Wanted to strip you of all of those clothes and just stare.

The fact that he gets to do just that, for the rest of your lives, is his favorite, favorite thing.

You watch him eagerly as he slowly nurses. You can't get enough of the sight of him, his hollowed cheeks, the bob of his throat as he swallows your free flowing milk. He's so strong, his muscles flex in the dim light. All of that strength, and yet he’s so very gentle with you, his rough tongue laving at your sore buds every couple minutes. Soothing and tickling you all the same.

You giggle at a particularly quick swipe, letting out a small squeal as Neteyam’s tongue plays with the flesh in his mouth. His eyes peek open, glittering with mirth and low boiling heat as he meets your gaze. Whin his lips split into a smile, a dribble of translucent white milk escapes. Trickles down from the corners of his lips.

Heat pulses between your legs and you know he can smell how aroused you are.

Neteyam has always been able to turn you on without even trying. A well spoken word, or even a pointed look could get you running your thighs together. All desperate to get him alone and put your hands all over him.

You hate that you cant kiss him the way you want to, your Exo Mask, while necessary to your survival can be suck a fucking menace sometimes.

Your thumb traces his lips, the ones you want pressed against your own so bad. You rub the spilled milk from his chin. Cleaning him up in a way that's so simple, and so beyond erotic.

He breaks eye contact first, like he just can't look at you anymore. His brows all scrunched up, his chest raising and falling rapidly. He releases your sloppy nipple, completely covered in his saliva, and presses his face against the damp skin. Making a sound of distress.

Your fingernails skritch at his scalp, tangled in his many braids “What is it, baby?”

“I wanna fuck you so bad. Eywa, do you even smell yourself, Y/N? So good. I have to-”

“Yeah, yeah, okay” You nod, agreeing blindly. He can have whatever he wants.

“Fuck you hard, though. Gotta pound you. I know I shouldn't but it’ll be alright, huh? Won't hurt the baby?” his face is still buried in your skin, you cant even see his expression as he pleads for your pussy. It makes you so hot.

You push at his chest, needing him to get off of you for just a moment. He’s heavy as shit, a dead weight- doesn't really move until you're pouting and demanding for him to just give you a little space.

Enough that you can wiggle out of your panties and spread your thighs wide for him. Your swollen, sticky pussy on display for your mate.

His nostrils flare, and his thin tail whips wildly behind him.

When he swings your thick thighs up onto his broad shoulders, you let out a low, appreciative moan.

“Such a good boy for momma” you praise him the way the people praise the Great Mother. The cradle of your thighs a sanctuary where you both come to worship.

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Welp, I should be finishing up Part Three of First Love/Late Spring or plotting out future installments of The Sweetest Sylaung, but here I am writing nursing filth. Lol I truly have zero regrets, this story was so very self fulfilling(even though it partially came from a request). I hope you guys enjoyed though

As mentioned many times before, requests are currently open. Please send in all that good shit. I could use a good distraction from real life!

#neteyam smut #neteyam x reader #neteyam x human reader #neteyam sully smut #aged up neteyam #Neteyam x pregnant reader

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Hi, English is not my native language, so I use a translator. Therefore, grammatical errors may be present here.人´∀｀)I would like to request from you a hedcanon or something more real (at your discretion) Yautja with a female human partner (let them be in a relationship for a long time), for example, at some point he finds out that she is 60% human and 40% Xenomorph.. How will he react? (I'm sorry if this sounds too weird) (I wish she was one of the good hunters in the tribe (´∀｀•))

Oh this is fascinating, I love it! I'm not sure what your native language is, so I hope these translate well for you!

It was purely by accident that you and your Yautja discovered you had Xenomorph DNA.

You had joined him on a hunt, one of many that the two of you had partaken in together.

You worked well together - a wildly successful pair benefitting the entire clan.

However, even the best can make mistakes.

A severe injury had sent the two of you back to Yautja Prime, back to more experienced healers and more qualified technology to help you recover.

As you laid in one of the healing pods, however, the Yautja in charge of your medical state noticed something... alarming.

You were not fully human.

Your mate entered the medbay later to find you quarantined, and was immediately furious. You were alert and talking, so why were you being held prisoner?

The healer then tried to explain to your mate that they discovered you had an "abnormal amount of kainde amedha DNA". To the point where you were only about 60% human.

At first, your mate refused to believe what they were saying. Surely their technology malfunctioned. Surely they were wrong.

He argued for your release to anyone who crossed his path - healers, clan leaders, it didn't matter. You were his mate, and you were human. Anything - or anyone - that said otherwise was lying.

You were still kept prisoner, essentially. As if they were waiting for you to turn against them at any moment.

Once you were tentatively released under the close supervision of your mate, he started working on his own feelings on the matter.

He had come to accept that you were part Xenomorph - the things his species had a seemingly eternal rivalry with. He had come to accept that part of you belonged to the species of creature the Yautja are constantly at war with.

But... you still looked, acted, and sounded human. You're still his mate, still the warrior he fought side-by-side with.

He wrestles with the idea for some time. His wants to protect you, to care for you, to love you. To do anything else goes against his very instincts

You were a skilled hunter, but you had never tried to harm him (or any other Yautja, for that matter).

So... he comes to terms with your spliced DNA. In fact, he tries to convince other Yautja that it's a benefit. Perhaps you are better at hunting kainde amedha because you are partially one yourself.

Either way, your mate is your mate. He is with you no matter what. He will not leave you, and he intends to keep it that way.

#yautja #yautja x reader #predator #predator x reader #ghost scribbles

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Our first Christmas-O. Piastri

Oscar Piastri x fem! Reader

In which you and Oscar celebrate your first Christmas together

Warnings?; kisses, pure fluff, rushed so I apologize for any errors

Day 7 of my ficmas celebration!

You could feel the warmth of his lips trail along your shoulder, his soft hair tickling the back of your neck causing a soft giggle to escape.

“I knew you were awake.” He spoke, his voice deep and full of sleep.

“Don’t wanna get up yet.” You groaned, turning your body so your head could tuck its self into his neck.

“But it’s Christmas.” He pouted.

You sprung up, causing your head to connect with his chin and pained groans to escape both of you.

“Ow.”

“Shit, sorry.” You laughed stroking his chip and applying a small kiss in apology.

“It’s okay, but does this mean we can go open presents now?.” He smiled at you.

“Coffee, then presents?”

“Deal.” He laughed and pulled you out of the warmth of your large bed, following behind him you admired his large frame that was enhanced due to the white shirt he wore.

Making your way into the kitchen Oscar grabbed two mugs from the cabinets while you powered on the coffee pot.

“Do you want regular or the gingerbread coffee?” You questioned, looking through the different coffee pods.

“Regular please.” He smiled politely.

After two fresh cups of coffee the couple found their way into the living room, a soft meow followed by a thump caught their attention just as a furry little body rubbed itself against Oscar’s leg.

“Morning izzy.” Oscar greeted their orange tabby, reaching down to pick the small cat up.

The cat purred at Oscar’s touch, immediately nudging her head against his hand for more attention.

“Hi pretty.” You spoke in your baby voice, placing a kiss to her head before Oscar sat her down and made his way over to the tree.

“Open this one first.” He blushed handing you a small box that took him much longer then he’d like to admit to wrap.

You smiled at him before ripping into the paper, underneath was a square velvet box that held a new set of beautiful diamond earrings.

“Oh Oscar they’re gorgeous.” You cried, jumping to your feet to pull him into a hug.

“You like em?”

“I love them baby, thank you.” You kissed him sweetly before running to get him one of his gifts.

Many presents and a mountain of wrapping paper later Oscar handed you your last gift.

“Saved the best for last.” He smiled handing you a medium sized box.

You shook it jokingly trying to hear what was inside due to how light the box was but there wasn’t any shuffling from the inside.

Looking up at Oscar questionably you raised an eyebrow that he laughed at, “just open it”

You laughed along with him before removing the paper and opening the cardboard box revealing a glass ornament.

However it wasn’t just any normal ornament, on the front there were two human bodies and an orange cat in the middle, all three wearing red Santa hats.

Below each figure held names, Y/n, Izzy, and Oscar and right below that ‘CHRISTMAS 2023’ was written in bright red.

“Turn it around.”

Listening to Oscar you turned the ornament around in your hands and on the back there was a small message inscribed.

Happy first Christmas my love, here’s to many more

- Oscar

You didn’t realize you were crying until you saw the tear land on the ornament, wiping it away as well as the ones streaming down your cheeks you stood to pull Oscar into your arms.

“I love it.” You sobbed, tucking your head into his neck.

“I’m glad baby, took me and izzy a while to pick it.” He laughed softly as he remembered the cat sitting beside him the whole time he scrolled on the website.

He held you in his arms for a while longer until the sound of his phone ringing from the couch pulled you two out of your little bubble.

“It’s mum.” He spoke as he picked up the device.

You two spoke to his family for a while before it was time to clean up the living room, Oscar tackled the trash while you began breakfast.

Coming into the kitchen he wrapped his arms around you from behind and placed a sweet kiss to the side of your head.

“I love you so much.” He whispered

“I love you too, thank you for an amazing Christmas.” You smiled as you leaned into him.

“You are very welcome.” He giggled tucking himself into your neck.

#oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader #formula 1 #f1blr #f1 fluff #f1 imagine #oscar piastri blurb #jay’sficmas

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Xaarc was visiting a friend, Senna, as a guest in her quarters on another ship. They were waiting for her to wake up from "sleep" when they felt a strange vibration in the air. They turned their sensorium and 'saw' the distorted heat signature of a person, identifiable even through the wall as Senna's wife, thanks to her unusual warmth. Xaarc stepped around the corner to find Lisabeth scrubbing the cold food storage unit. "Human Lisabeth, what are you doing?"

Lisabeth stopped with an facial expression and stance the humans called "deer in head lights." Xaarc was very proud to have figured out the meaning of this phrase by themself: You see, only fish deep deep in the terrifying Earth ocean have lights on their heads, and deer are timid land animals. If a deer is being spotted by a creature with head lights, it knows it has made an error and done something it should not be doing. It was unclear in this context, however, what that might be.

"What mess cannot be cleaned by your cleaning robots and must be cleaned in the middle of your 'sleeping hours'?"

"I can smell garlic. Anywhere in the rooms, I can smell it. Senna says she can't. And I can't sleep right now. And I'm nesting," she finished with a sigh.

Garlic was a pungent human food. Eating it was a sign of loyalty to one's mate, because it warded off other suitors. It also warded off 'vampires' and Lisabeth worked in the hemoanalytics lab, which must be why it bothered her when it would usually be celebrated. And when humans say they "can't" sleep, it's not that they are physically unable to, it is only that they are unable to when they want to be doing it. Xaarc did not know about nesting, and it seemed to be important to this conversation now instead of something to figure out later.

"What is nesting, please?"

"Oh, you know. Baby is coming. Not due for two weeks but it might be coming any day now, if the nesting is right. Some humans get an urge to clean right before the baby arrives. Not always. My mom nested every winter, as soon as it started getting cold."

Interesting. Humans must need to keep their young cold? So the cold food storage unit doubled as a creche on a space station with no winter.

"Senna said I should visit before the baby arrives because you would not want guests after. Should I leave if it is soon?"

"No, no. Even if it comes early, you can stay for the rest of your visit if you'll help with cleaning and cooking. I won't make you do diapers."

Xaarc enjoyed cooking in a human style, even if the human foods they could eat were limited. Humans used science to transform foods and it was amazing. Xaarc did not know what diapers were, but if they were not doing it, it did not immediately matter.

"I helped detach a Y'chiri's offspring when the budding was completed, I have brought a Peprine refreshments when her pod was difficult to break open, and I have adjudicated a Talt division. If you would like me to be present and assist I would be honored."

"Uh. Xaarc, what do you know about human birth?"

"I have been told they grow from eggs, and that it's something between hatching and budding. And that they are brought to you by a creature similar to a very stretched-out Pfalot." "Okay, they aren't brought by a stork. That's a myth told to children. ... Xaarc, you know the baby is here, right?" She put both hands on her prodigious belly, hefting it up and down slightly. At Xaarc's look of shock, she continued, "What did you think this was??" "Human guides tell us not to remark on human bodies! They give us a very small list of things which are safe to compliment" (though they did warn that even these may be taken as attempts at courting) "or ask about but say everything else is too complicated to explain! So you have grown a bud for it to hatch out of??" Senna appeared, blinking in the doorway. "Couldn't sleep, hun? What are y'all yelling about?" "Senna, sweetheart, I'm going to try to go to bed. Could you please find Xaarc a video of... maybe not a human birth. Maybe start them on something like a goat?" Xaarc watched the goat video. Xaarc did not watch a human video. Xaarc asked to leave early and Senna understood.

#addie writes #humans are space orcs #humans and aliens #humans are weird

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Murder Drones Theories/Observations !!!

I'm sure any Murder Drones fans(myself included) are excited for the final episodes to be released soon! But, I've made some observations from the currently existing episodes that I'm not sure if anyone has brought up yet. Here are my points!

(Brace yourself, this may get lengthy)

Let's get into the longer stuff first. In episode 5, we are taken into N's memories and see what life was like for them while they worked for Tessa's rich family. I think it's worth noting that the disassembly drones that we know in the present time have yellow eyes. However, in these past memories, they have white eyes.

Pay attention to the glow of the eyes, since it can get difficult to tell sometimes. Even if the yellow appears white sometimes, you can see the blurred yellow glow if you look closely. Here's a better comparison with past CYN and N:

Maybe they(N, J, and V) haven't become disassembly drones yet? Honestly I don't think we even know what a disassembly drone is. Actually wait, N actually says exactly that: "Aren't you worried we have no idea what we even are?!" (from episode 3, time 4:22)

On the subject of eyes, I see people commonly confusing some colours with others. Doll has orange eyes, and Alice's eye colour sits somewhere in between Doll's colour and the disassembly drone colour.

Idk it's like a copper?? Or they're the same and Doll's eyes are just dimmer than Alice's. The point is, they don't have yellow eyes. I'm mentioning this because the only drones we've seen associated with the colour yellow are the disassembly drones. Moving on!

At the end of episode 1, the last shot we see is this:

You can probably see that this resembles the symbol of the absolute solver. Of course, I don't know what these devices are - satellites, cannons, or even landing pods or whatever - but this makes me think that the solver originates from off the planet and operates remotely. Additionally, it's been said that the Absolute Solver "took CYN as a host". So CYN and the Solver are not the same; they are separate entities. Or at least, they were. (We don't see CYN acting as a normal drone at any point, only as taken over by Solver.)

+ Other small details I noticed!

1- The lace headpiece that J, V, and CYN wear in episode 5 all have eyeball patterns on them. (resembling the Solver's signature tubular eye cameras)

2- The binary code around the window says "01101110 1110101 1101100 1101100". Using a conversion site translates it to "null"

3- The Copper system appears to be the furthest from Earth(based on what is shown), and at least 2 colonized planets excluding Copper 9 have been taken over by Solver. Earth has also been taken over/destroyed by the Solver.

(the distance shown is not accurate to distance between planets, these are merely how I put the separate frames next to each other)

4- V is a zombie drone? Her eye screen displayed a 'Fatal Error' message earlier in episode 5 like other drones in the library, after which she ends up sporting the same wings and crazed state that Uzi had in episode 4.

Adding onto this, while she is in her zombie mode her lights are yellow. After Uzi hacks into the Solver's body and lets go of V, her eyes are back to white and her behaviour is normal. - This is visible from a little before 18:00 mins. into episode 5 and the seconds that follow.

5- Tessa and CYN have the same hairstyle.

I don't personally think this holds deeper meaning, since it's said that Tessa gives her favourite drones their hair. Oh I just noticed, CYN has the bow too!

6- The doll that CYN disassembles.

I don't understand why this was shown in great focus in episode 5. The only thing I can possibly think of is that it implies that the Solver can take control of biological beings, like humans? I'm not really convinced on this, but this and my previous observation about CYN and Tessa could add on to the theory that's been going around that Tessa is being controlled by the Solver. Maybe if we saw present Tessa with her helmet off we could se what colour her eyes are?

lol jk I know the humans being silhouettes is a stylistic choice.

And that's the end! Feel free to correct me or add on to anything I've theorized about here.

Thanks for reading!

#murder drones #murder drones n #glitch productions #indie animation #murder drones theory

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while waiting for the weekend to draw uzi, take an oc

Meet Storm, a Disassembly Drone with a twist. From the beginning she was made with a syncing error that made it hard for her to connect to devices. Often people had to check to ensure she had a registered admin as that type of de-sync particularly was common.

She kept up a near perfect, obedient performance to the humans to prevent herself from being scrap, keeping more to herself. She always saw this error as a burden, though it would later be proven to be a gift.

In the middle of her transformation under the AbsoluteSolver, she de-synced from Cyn, interrupting the process. She hadn't gained the craving for oil, acidic tail, the ability to use weaponry, or enhanced sight through the headband "eyes". Though in return, she was no longer controlled by Cyn. She took refuge in a Worker Drone settlement, taking the liberty to ask for changes to declare her freedom from the AbsoluteSolver such as visor color and altered look of markings. Additionally, they shifted Storm to be more attuned to the common storms of Copper 9, using electricity as her energy rather than oil. She is able to reuse this energy in her sharp, shocking tail or through her claws and wings. It's picked up through flaps along her wings and tail, stored for reuse later or to power herself.

Since her de-sync, she's become one of the multiple side chores for the Solver, some pods tasked to kill her. She had to flee the Worker Drone settlement after the Solver was able to place a tracker, leading to its near destruction. Since she's become a solitude traveler trying to live through droughts of storms where she's at her strongest.

#murder drones #md #md oc #murder drones oc #disassembly drone #disassembly drone oc #premaposting

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guspartenza · 9 months

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THE SUPERWOMAN FROM KRYPTON 1948

TWO IDENTITIES, ONE WOMAN, ART BY DaggerPoint - Professional, Digital Artist | DeviantArt

What would you think about a gender bent Clark Kent in the 1940s?

Krypton was a decadent civilization located on a moon near a large gaseous planet in the orion belt. In the past they had visited earth and other planets expanding civilization, but their penchant for slavery, war, resource extraction and violence caused many of these projects to fail. Even in 10,500 BC the Kryptonians almost caused the terraforming of the earth, melting the poles and destroying Atlantis and other civilizations, causing among other things the end of the ice age.

THE JOURNEY OF CLARA KENT, FAN CREATION lordmallory User Profile | DeviantArt

Over the centuries the Kryptonians lost the fuel necessary to travel and ended up confined to their planet, dedicated to warfare, genetic engineering-creating clones whose organs they needed to extend their lives-to pleasure and to exploiting the subsoil of their planet.

Jor-El and Lara were a couple of scientists critical of the system and supporters of a kind of democracy and pacifism. They had a daughter, Kala-El in a natural way against all the rules of Krypton. Lara managed to manufacture a small ship capable of making a space jump to save her daughter from the end of Krypton. General Zod stole her design and managed to build a larger fleet of ships but Jor-El managed to sabotage them and send them to the phantom zone. Lara decided to send Kala to Earth, trusting that the culture of this planet was much more hopeful and kind, and less close to the errors of Krypton than that of other distant inhabited planets, Jor-El preferred to send her to New Genesis, another distant inhabited planet, because there Kala would receive less radiation and develop less extraordinary abilities, but finally Lara convinced him.

THE WOMAN OF STEEL, ART BY Psketchs - Professional, Digital Artist | DeviantArt

Joe and Martha Kent were a Quaker farming couple whose farm was struck by the pod carrying Kala-El in 1918. Although owners of substantial property they were a very humble, cooperative, austere, devout and civil rights-minded people. Martha Kent was a descendant of Kansas abolitionist guerrilla fighter John Brown. They both raised Clara very lovingly and unwilling to ask too many questions about the baby's origin. Clara was a very sickly child as her body did not adapt to the earth, she was affectionate and obedient and devoured books. The Kent family were avowed supporters of the New Deal and Joe Kent was one of the leaders of the local farmers union

CLARA KENT, ACE REPORTER. ART BY LuisF47 - Hobbyist, Digital Artist | DeviantArt

With puberty she developed very fast and her superpowers began to appear. Clara soon began to excel in swimming and ballet, but Joe forbade her to pursue a professional career to prevent her from taking advantage of her powers, and also forbade her to use her superpowers to help others, fearful of humanity's reaction and wary of savior messiahs in the era of interwar dictators. Clara rebelled against her father but eventually gave in. In 1936 Joe Kent died of a heart attack. Clara was unable to go to college after her father's death and worked as a teacher and nurse's aide in Smalville. Her engagement to Pete Ross, her teenage sweetheart failed in 1939 when she revealed her powers to Pete and he panicked, although he later promised to keep the secret.

THE DOUBLE LIFE OF CLARA KENT AND SUPERWOMAN, ART BY MidnightOwl07 - Student, Artist | DeviantArt

Between 1939 and 1941 Clara lived in Canada and Alaska searching for the Fortress of Solitude, a place a strange device in her pod was pointing, but with the outbreak of World War II she decided to enlist as a nurse in the Pacific, refusing to use her powers except to help the wounded, fearing to cause more harm than good. After a leave of absence in 1944 she returned to Alaska where she found the Fortress of Solitude and its true origin.

After learning about the Holocaust first and the atomic bombs later, Clara decided to become Superwoman with the support of her mother Martha and emigrated to Metropolis, where in October 1945 she was hired by Major Louis Lane, who had just returned from Europe, to work as assistant reporter and typist for the Daily Planet

GOODBYE TO CLARA KENT, LOOKS LIKE A JOB FOR SUPERWOMAN, ART BY LetoArt - Hobbyist, Digital Artist | DeviantArt

KALA-EL/CLARA JOSEPHINE KENT/SUPERWOMAN

CLARA KENT / SUPERWOMAN

BORN: Krypton, a moon in a distant galaxy// 28/02/1918, SMALLVILLE, KANSAS

PROFESSION: ASSISTANT REPORTER

YEAR: 1948

PLACE: METROPOLIS (NYC)

-Farmgirl, born Kansas 1918. No sisters no brothers.

-Nicest girl in the office but very unffuny

-Disappears without reason very often.

-Lives alone in a little flat, has a dog called Krypto

-Daddy issues, his father didn’t let her pursue a career as ballet dancer or swimmer (he didn’t want her to take advantage of her powers), died when she was 18

-Former nurse during the war

-Loves children and dogs

-Tomboyish trails. Not quite elegant.

-Music-Hall fan, Katherine Hepburn and James Stewart fan

-Favourite books: Scarlet Pimpernel adventures, Jane Austen, Upton Sinclair and Virginia Wolf, somewhat eclectic

-She does a lot of sucking up to his boss (not literally), a 1940s very liberal Republican style journalist Perry Weiss, chief editor of the Daily Planet. She hates her boss Cat Grant

LOUIS LANE AND CLARA KENT

-Ambiguous relationship with her other boss Louis Lane. She is deeply in love with him but he is married.

-Strange friendship with young millionaire Bruce Wayne

-Always good scoops but never appears in the front line and too stubborn and independent to grow fast in the newspaper

-Progressive quaker like her fathers

-Civil rights supporter

-Hates General McArthur, hates even more Lex Luthor

-Loves Eleanor Roosevelt but also Governor Dewey.

-Hates guns

-Supports unions, splits ticket between Metropolis Liberal Party and the two main parties. Politicians must be kind.

SUPERHEROINE LIFE

THE WOMAN OF STEEL

-Superpowers like invulnerability, flight, super-speed, super-stamina, super-strength, X-ray vision, etc

-Can flight to a Mach100 speed

-Acts as Superwoman since 1945

-Defeated Zod invasion in 1946

-Initial bad relationship with Batman but now close friends and allies

-Didn’t act as Superwoman during the World War II because she was afraid of her powers, after the discovery of the holocaust and the atomic bombs she decided to step in and showed herself to the world on autumn 1945.

-Worst enemy: Lex Luthor, heir of Nikola Tesla, rocket engineer & CEO of TELCORP (Tesla-Luthor Co.)

-Deeply in love with Louis Lane, who strongly rejects the Superheroine.

-She hides her supersuit and cape under her normal clothes. The material is extraordinarily thin, flexible and resistant, and very easy to wear under normal clothing. Whenever someone needs Superwoman, she just needs to find an inconspicuous place, rip her shirt, unfold her cape and fly away at full speed.

-Widely admired

SUPERWOMAN/ CLARA KENT 1948 CHARACTERS

Read the first five chapters of the fanfic here!

THE SUPERWOMAN FROM KRYPTON: AGAINST THE ETERNAL COURSE - Chapter 1 - LordMallory - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

or here!

THE SUPERWOMAN FROM KRYPTON - lordmallory94 - Wattpad

More fan creations here!

lordmallory User Profile | DeviantArt

Youtube fanfilm here!

SUPERWOMAN 1948 - YouTube

#1940s women #dc artwork #dc comics #dc fanart #heroine #gender bent #fanart #dc universe #fanfic #supergirl #superman #dc elseworlds #golden age comics #alternate universe #krypton #superheroine #superhero #secret identity #superwoman

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stuckasmain · 4 months

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Thinking about the stiff and awkward fake conversation they pull before their talk in the pod. It’s done for two reasons, primarily to not seem conspicuous but it’s also been expressed in the novel how they view Hal so much as a person it’d be rude to talk about him infront of him. But in trying to seem casual you appear the most suspicious, neither of them are good actors.

One of the main things they forget in this scene is symbiosis (expressed both in the film and book in different ways). Hal is a part of that. Spending so long on the ship and in routine it is easy to pin point if anything is out of sync - especially with each other. They forget here just how much a part of their little group Hal is and that he’d be able to tell quite clearly, something is wrong, they want to hide something- this is not the way they’d talk if there were a real issue. Honestly, I think how close he is to Frank and Dave is what leads to the “evil” super smart interpretation. This isn’t to say he lacks intelligence it’s just— really obvious something is going on in this situation.

It’s almost funny that Hal was right, a lot of what goes wrong is on the part of human error. Mission controls secrecy, their bad acting, failing to turn the pod around etc.

#2001 a space odyssey #2001 aso #dave bowman #frank poole #hal 9000 #meta #scene study #analysis #a space odyssey #2001 meta

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humanerrorpod · 1 year

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Not me forgetting I have a tumblr for this show 😂 we’re almost done with season one!! Episode 7 just dropped today 👀

#audio drama #human error #human error pod #human error podcast #horror audio drama #post apocalypse #post apocalypse audio drama #zombie audio drama #zombies #I keep forgetting to use this page lol I’m sorry

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jadedwolf18-blog · 1 year

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Mini Phantom Invasion

<< Chapters One - Six | << Chapters Seven - Twelve | << Chapters Thirteen - Eighteen

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Mini Phantom Invasion - Mini Adventures

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Fourth lot of chapters begins! Thank you for all the interest and likes!

And the time line has caught up to the start of the Mini Adventures!

🤍🖤💚💙💚🖤🤍

Chapter 19

Danny fell silent after their recount of everything they had gone through, from when they died, all the to how they became king. They had shared bits and pieces with Dan and compared their live up till the Nasty Burger incident and how Danny’s was different after Dan was sealed away but it had never been in such detail or in one whole sitting. It felt like a weight, they didn’t know they had, had been lifted off their shoulders.

They had a brother, a blood related older sister who understands the feeling of being thrust into a hero role and a brother-in-law had also experienced finding out he was an entirely different race than they had been raised as. Not to mention their niece and now, officially, their daughter.

They had a family, people who understood in ways their friends and Jazz had never been able to do. They new their true heritage, even if half was still missing. They felt more whole than they’d ever felt, even before the accident. All the little odd behaviours they’d has a a child, that the Fentons had basically trained them out of doing, that they were told was wrong. They finally knew why and that they had in fact been normal behaviours for a mer-child.

Looking over to where Rukia and Elle were playing… they were relieved and happy that Elle would be able to embrace all of her instinct from the start. They still found themself holding back or suppressing some instincts, even around others of their kind. Years of being told, trained, to act human were hard to shake off.

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Clock Work had come to inform them that the claiming ceremony was ready and the family of siblings and nieces made their way to the private room. The ceremony was short and sweet. An exchange of ectoplasm and a sworn oath of familial bond.

They had all been surprised, excluding Clock Work who was acting as the main witness, when Elle was engulfed in a bright light. Once it had faded they were met with a human looking Elle as a three year old.

Clock Work was quick to explain that the ceremony had corrected the unnatural age progression that Vlad had put her through in the pod, as well as the error in her make up that had made her susceptible to destabilisation, even with the Ecto dejecto. She was now a true Halfa. Her memory was still intact but she would now act more her true age.

Danny had scooped Elle up and held her close, they had always had the fear, that she would one day disintegrate and they would not be able to help her. This was one less fear they had to worry about. She was safe and healthy and she will never destabilise again.

****

Dan sighed as he slumped back into his chair. Dan had a strange mix of emotions, he wanted to go after Vlad for what he had done but he was happy to have another niece, there was also the jumbled thought on if Elle could be counted as his as well or if, despite being the same person, their genetics were different.

It was something to look into, for curiosities sake, for all they knew they could actually be brothers… their mother could travel dimensions for fucks sake, it was in the realm of possibility. Did Clock Work know? Who was he kidding, they probably did. Continuing that thought he wondered if they had the same father? Was a different time period also considered a different universe? It that was the case, how did he end up the same in the same environment, with the same people? He new of other Earths, thanks to his time with the JL. They had made no progress in finding their father…

Maybe it was time they asked Clock Work directly. He didn’t have much hope in finding him nor that he would be happy to learn about them, to be honest, unless Clock Work hinted or told them where to look. Considering time, would their father even be alive now? They didn’t have a time frame or any indication of what time period or universe he was from. He didn’t particularly care either way but Danny…He would keep looking for his brother’s sake.

His intrusive thoughts were interrupted by a pat to his leg, looking down he came face-to-face with his youngest niece.

“Hi!” The smile on the three year olds face made him wary. It was to much like Danny’s, when they were up to something, to not be suspicious. Dan knew for a fact he did not smile like that when planning something. Danny had told him many times he had more of a smirk, Danny, and therefore Elle, had a smile that radiated to much innocence that anyone who was not familiar with the little gremlin would never suspect the chaos they had, were causing or will cause in the future.

“Hi… can I help you?” He continued to watch for any hint of what she was up to, as her eyes widened and her smile brightened, his senses prickled further. Danny had caught him off guard, more times than he’d like to admit, with that look. Were her eyes sparkling…?

“Can I call you Uncle Udon too?” Dan stared before slumping further into his chair, in resignation. ‘I’m never going to shake this nickname now.’ His siblings’ laughter and his older niece’s giggles just further cemented the thought.

****

Their older sister and her family stayed with them for a week after the coronation and Dan had informed the JL that both he and Phantom would be off world for the week and had Katana checking in with Japan during the week while Superman had offered to do a few flybys during his free time. Their claimed haunt was relatively problem free but they did suffer natural disasters at certain times of the year. Though they were quick to boot anyone who planned to cause trouble, before it could truly begin.

It had been nice, all the heavy stuff had been felt with on the first day and that left the rest of the week to relax and bond as a family. Rukia and Elle had become fast friends and they Danny, Lucia and Kaito got to know each other more and they had learned more about their Mother and the world their sister lived in. Sharing stories of being teen heroes in worlds that had no other heroes to guid them. Danny was happy.

Once their sister and her family had gone home, Danny and Dan had returned to Japan and their home town, Elle in tow. To say the town was overjoyed was an understatement, they had shown a festival in honour of Yuurei and the the fact that they would continue to prosper for many generations in the future. Elle had had a blast as she played with the town children and are to her hearts content. She loved the fact that she now had a place to, permanently, call home. That night they slept at the Shiro as the festival continued for three days.

****

Things had settled down, after three weeks, and Danny was only now ready to face the box of their mother remains. It was common for some ghosts to have keepsakes of family members, even the mere kept blood pearls, either to remember or as gifts of protection or proof of bonds. The thing was, usually, it was one or two pieces. A tooth, lock of hair, blood pearl or fur. Not every usable piece, like the Hunters had kept. Now faced with the box full of fins and scales… They didn’t know what to do. Deciding that they could figure it out later, they started organising them, trying not to think about where they had come from. Ells was taking a nap and Dan had come in at some point to help them. They were thankful for the quiet support.

****

Danny was exhausted. It didn’t happen often anymore, due to the power boost being King of The Infinite Realms gave them, but it had been a long two weeks. There had been an intergalactic war that was getting to close to their planetary orbit and almost everyone had gone to investigate and help, in any way they could, to resolve the problem peacefully. Everything had been going well but one side had decided that they still wanted the other planets resources. The JL were then fully dragged into the war. They were finally able to resolve thing with minimal casualties but it had taken its toll on everyone their.

Dan had stayed back so Earth wasn’t left unprotected while most of the heavy hitters were off planet. He had also kept an eye on Elle. Once Danny had returned home, despite their fatigue and heavy body, they had spent some much needed time with Elle. All three of them had gone to the hot spring and messed around as Danny unwound the tension they had built up over the weeks they had away.

It had been their first large scale fight, they had been involved with, Dan was usually the one to go on these kind of missions but this one had been in space. In Space! Sure they could go anytime they wanted but they also had a pull at their protection obsession. So two vultures one stone.

It didn’t hurt that their partner for this particular mission was Red Robin. They had gotten to know the other hero on a more personal level, though that is rather subjective, they were friends now. Besides, war didn’t allow for deep discussion, as much as movies portray at least. They mainly worked on information gathering, hacking alien tech and espionage, in some cases, in their quest for information. For the first week at least. The second week was filled with fighting and making sure their teammates did join their domain so soon.

Danny sighed as they slipped further into the hot water. They were so relaxed that they didn’t notice a certain three year old sneak up on them.

“Daddy? When can I get a sybling?” To say Danny nearly drowned would be false but they did sink into the water and flounder around in surprised embarrassment, before coming up and sputtering. Dan was laughing in the background.

“Not unless someone manages to clone me! Again!” They cried out in a rush before mumbling. “Or someone actually agrees to marry me.”

****

Danny collapsed onto their bed at Phantom’s keep. The rush of Ectoplasm would help them get back to normal quicker. They snuggled into their pillow and their thoughts drifted to Elle’s question and immediately blushed when Red Robin crossed their mind. Forcing their mind to be quiet, they slipped into sleep. Their dreams were hazy and fragmented and their consciousness remains out of reach for almost to days. Unaware of their sleepy actions.

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Stars and Moon, Guide me Tonight.

Chapter 1

✨You were everything to me, my stars and moon, now the sky look dark without you✨

Dividers by @cafekitsune

AN: So this is more like a reader insert, were it follows along the family except that Neteyam has a twin sister. They won’t really be any parings as I just wanted to write a story where I inserted my own character. Reader is imagined to be female, and is addressed at one in context. I also didn’t know if I wanted to give a name or just keep it as y/n. Also as of right now this just follows the story to a T with some added dialogue. Also, there might be some errors that I missed and didn’t fix.(autocorrect and my keyboard are my own enemies)

Word count: 4339

TW: Cursing, slight description of wounds but nothing too bad. Some talk of war.

The day Neteyam and I was born was one of the happiest days of Neytiri and Jake’s lives. They were thrilled that they were starting a family, and how Neytiri was blessed with twins. Jake held up Neteyam while my mother held me as they introduced our names to the clan. Neteyam and I were practically like two peas in a pod, always doing everything together. We were each other’s best friend.

Laugher echoed around the small area of the forest that Neteyam, Lo’ak, Kiri, Spider, and I were playing in. I kept splashing the water at my siblings and Spider, laughing as they tackled each other and Spider pulled on Lo’ak’s tail, causing Lo’ak to fall back. Our father and mother watched us play around, Neytiri wasn’t exactly happy about Spider playing with us, believing Spider should stay with the other humans. Kiri was tugging on Lo’ak’s tail as Lo’ak lay across Neteyam, I was laughing as Spider and I jumped and joined the dog pile. Neteyam yelped and then started laughing when Spider went face-first into the river.

Neteyam, Lo’ak, and I were flying on our ikrans, supposed to be spotting out for any incoming aircraft. We were looking at the wreckage of the train and all the Na’vi gathering the resources from the crashed train. Lo’ak turns towards Neteyam and me, craving to be a part of the action. “Bro, we have got to get down there,” Lo’ak exclaimed with a smile on his face.

Neteyam's eyes narrowed as he knew our father instructed us to stay up in the sky as spotters, not to join in helping gather resources or fighting. “No way! Dad will skin us!” Neteyam told Lo’ak, trying to veer Lo’ak off from wanting to disobey orders from our father. I looked between Lo’ak and Neteyam, sighing as I knew Lo’ak wouldn’t listen. “You know we aren’t supposed to Lo’ak, we could get in trouble if we go down there” I tried to reason with Lo’ak.

But Lo’ak didn’t want to take our advice. “Come on. Don’t be wusses” Lo’ak replied as he then started to fly down to the battlefield. Neteyam called out for Lo’ak, demanding he come back, before groaning in frustration and following Lo’ak. I rolled my eyes and decided to follow suit, not wanting to leave my brothers behind.

The three of us landed in the wreckage, Lo’ak excitedly jumping off his ikran and calling out for us. “Guys, let’s go. Come on!” Lo’ak started running while putting his bow across his chest. “Lo’ak! Lo’ak!” Neteyam and I kept calling for our brother, trying to stop him from going further into the wreckage. As Lo’ak ran up to Tarsem, getting a gun from him, Neteyam groaned in frustration. Lo’ak grabbed the gun and started ululating, Neteyam tapped Lo’ak’s arm. “You don’t even know how to use it” Neteyam rolled his eyes. “You’re going to get yourself or someone else hurt trying to use that Lo’ak” I sigh at my brothers' antics.

“Dad taught me” Lo’ak smirked as he put the magazine into the gun and clocked it back. Jake, who was looking around to scoop out what was happening and if he needed to make a call for the Na’vi to fall back, spotted the three of us. Looking shocked and a bit confused seeing us on the ground and not flying around on our ikrans. Lo’ak practiced aiming the gun while Neteyam and I tried to get him to put it down. One of the Na’vi spotters started hollering to alert the others that gunships were coming. Jake pressed onto his comms to speak. “Gunships inbound! Fall back!” Jake exclaimed.

Neteyam, Lo’ak, and I started running, I was pushing Lo’ak in front of me to urge him to run faster. “Guys, come on!” Lo’ak shouted as we tried to run away, but the gunship shot out missiles into the area of the wreckage we were all in. As we were running one of the missiles landed and exploded behind us, causing all of us to go flying. Lo’ak screamed as he was blown away, hitting his head against the metal scrap. Neteyam went flying, being thrown into another part of the scrap. I gasped as braced myself as I went flying into the dirt, scraping against a sharp edge and getting a gash in my stomach.

One of the Na’vi riders shot a rocket into the Gunship, causing it to explode. Jake went running into the wreckage as Na’vis were getting blown away and things were on fire and exploding. “Lo’ak, where are you! Neteyam! Y/n!” Jake called out as he was scared that we were badly wounded. Jake found Lo’ak, kneeling in front of him to try and calm him down. “Where is your brother and sister?” Jake questioned Lo’ak with a sense of urgency. Lo’ak was in a daze but pointed in the direction of where he last saw us. Jake stood up and gave Lo’ak one last check-over. “Get outta here! Go on!” Jake urged Lo’ak. Jake started to climb onto the metal scrap, calling out for Neteyam and me. He stopped when he saw the blood smeared against the broken piece of metal and felt his heart drop to his stomach.

“Oh no, no, no, no” Jake started panicking at the thought of Neteyam and I possibly being mortally wounded or even dead. Jake managed to find Neteyam and lifted him to check his back. Neteyam was in a daze, slightly confused about why his dad was there. Jake took a shaky breath while holding Neteyam’s head. “What are you doing here, boy? What the hell were you thinkin’?” Jake asked Neteyam with a bit of anger. Neteyam tried to apologize, but Jake just put Neteyam over his shoulder. Jake then went to find me, hoping I was also still alive like my brothers. I coughed as I managed to lean back against a rock, pressing my hand against the wound on my stomach. My ikran flew down and landed by me.

Jake found me and grimaced at my wound, I noticed Neteyam was over his shoulders and was worried about Neteyam being incredibly injured. Jake looked scared about the wound I gained. “Keep pressure on it, and stay close to me” Jake insisted. I followed my father back to his ikran, mine following close behind. He put Neteyam on his ikran, while Lo’ak got onto his. Jake then quickly helped me onto my ikran. I groaned in pain as I climbed on, my blood slightly getting into my ikran’s white, grey, and blue skin. Jake had a look of worry but had to fly Neteyam back. The whole war party started flying back to High Camp, I followed family close behind, I had managed to wrap a bandage I had packed away on my ikran, around my stomach to help stop the bleeding.

As we landed I heard Tuk excitedly calling out for our mother. Jake got off his ikran and was furious. “Fall in!” He shouted at us. My ears flattened against my head as I knew a lecture was coming. Neteyam, Lo’ak, and I all walked closer to our dad, looking dejected. “You’re supposed to be spotters! From a distance!” Jake raised his voice, looking at all three of us. “Does any of this sound familiar? Get here!” He shouted at Lo’ak to get closer. Kiri walked over to Neteyam and began inspecting his wounds.

“Jesus. I let you three geniuses fly a mission, and you disobey direct orders” Jake scolded us. Jake then turns to Kiri. “Kiri, Can you go help your grandmother with the wounded? Please?” Jake requested Kiri. Kiri looked slightly annoyed. “My brother and sister are wounded,” Kiri told Jake, and Neteyam slightly put his hand up to single to Kiri that it was fine.”Baby girl, please” Jake tried to plead with Kiri.

I mostly kept quiet as I didn’t want to upset Jake anymore than he already was with Neteyam, Lo’ak, and I. Tuk grabbed Lo’ak’s arm and inspected him, then went over to me to see the wound I had. Jake grumbled and then told Tuk to go with Kiri. Neteyam tried to get Jake’s attention. Tuk and Kiri sighed and then left. Neytiri stood behind us, silently looking over all of us. “Dad—Sir. I take full responsibility.” Neteyam stuttered out as he tried to calm the intense situation. I looked over at Neteyam and looked a bit saddened that he tried to take all the blame for what happened. Lo’ak looked over at Neteyam as he took the blame.

“Yeah you do, that’s right! ‘Cause you’re the older brother, you gotta act like it.” Jake angrily told Neteyam, Lo’ak looked down as his ears flattened. Neteyam looked tired and disheartened. “And you y/n, you’re supposed to help keep your brothers in check so they don’t do stupid shit like this!” Jake turned his anger towards me, I held back tears as I couldn’t look into Jake’s eyes without feeling like I would burst into tears. Neytiri finally spoke up and reminded Jake that Neteyam and I were bleeding and needed medical attention.

Neteyam tried to say it was fine, but Jake sighed. “Just go and get patched up. Go on, dismissed” Jake moved his head to the side to signal to Neteyam and me to go to our grandmother’s healer tent. I started walking off with Neteyam and Neytiri, before looking back at Lo’ak and giving him a sympathetic look as I knew Jake was most likely going to rip him a new one. I gave Spider a quick hello as he came to help with the ikrans.

I had gotten patched up by my grandmother Mo’at and Kiri, and a fresh set of bandages was wrapped around my stomach, along with them pressing a healing paste into my wound to help it heal. I softly chuckled as Neteyam kept wincing when Mo’at was putting a paste onto his wounds. Lo’ak was also laughing at Neteyam. Spider smirked as he watched what was happening. “Aw, want a kiss on the boo-boo?” Spider teased Neteyam. Kiri sighed and whispered for Tuk to give Neteyam something. Tuk gave Neteyam the liquid to drink.

“I would use yalna bark,” Kiri told Mo’at and went to pick up a basket full of supplies. “Oh, you would?” Mo’at inquired. “And who is Tsahik?” Mo’at asked Kiri as she looked up at her. “You are grand—Move!” Kiri pushed Lo’ak out of the way. Lo’ak looked annoyed but moved. Neteyam kept wincing at the stinging feeling of the paste, I sat by him, trying to be supportive of his pain, but kept giggling. “It stings less” Kiri added. “Mighty warrior” Lo’ak teased Neteyam. I then looked outside the tent, spotting my father and mother talking. All I heard was Jake’s tearful “I thought we’d lost them” I felt sad about what he had said, but put my attention back on Neteyam.

I followed Kiri, Spider, and Lo’ak as we walked through the Avatar area of the camp. Norm called out for Spider and playfully whipped his legs with his towel. “Your ass is mine” Spider chuckled. “I’m right here” Norm replied and smirked. Jocelyn scolded us, telling us it was an avatars-only area and to go around. But Kiri mimicked Jocelyn mockingly, while I chuckled but sent her an apologetic look. Lo’ak gave a quick sorry but kept walking with the group.

“Those blue stripes don’t make you any bigger bro” Lo’ak teased Spider. Spider retorted “Yeah? Well I can still kick your ass”. We were all laughing as we entered the lab. Spider took off his oxygen mask while Kiri, Lo’ak, and I grabbed the masks hanging on the railing. “Yeah, you know what really sucks though? You guys can breathe Earth air for hours while I can only breathe your air for like 10 seconds,” Spider complains. Kiri decided to tease Spider, telling how it sucks, for him. She playfully grabbed at him and then turned around to grab a mask while Lo’ak and I kept breathing into the mask. Spider smirked and pulled on Kiri’s tail, which led to them playfully hissing at each other.

We said hello to Max and he returned the hello. Kiri went over to her mother, Grace, avatar tank, and sat on it, smiling down at her. We were all watching one of Grace’s old video logs, and Lo’ak decided to mess around and make jokes about who knocked up Grace’s avatar, joking about it being Norm, with Spider laughing. I just rolled my eyes at Lo’ak’s words. Kiri looked annoyed with Lo’ak. “You do not deserve to live.” Kiri glared at Lo’ak. Spider and Lo’ak continued with their antics before Kiri scolded Spider. “You guys are unbelievable” I sighed and rolled my eyes again.

Spider stopped when Kiri got upset and looked dejected. “Guys. I mean sometimes it’s not so great to know who your father was.” Spider added. Kiri, Lo’ak, and I all looked a bit saddened by Spider’s words, Spider looked a bit sheepish as he realized his words caused some tension. “Whatever, don’t even remember him” Spider tried to appear nonchalant about the topic. Lo’ak tried to comfort Spider, I put my hand on his shoulder to also try to comfort him. “Spider, you are not him” Kiri reminded Spider as she hugged him from behind. “She is right Spider, your parents don’t make you who you are, you do” I softly added.

Kiri, Tuk, Spider, Lo’ak, and I were shouting excitedly as we ran and jumped across the great vines connecting between the floating mountains. Tuk ran behind us, begging for us to wait up for her. I slowed down a bit to match her pace as I didn’t want Tuk to feel left behind. “Don’t worry Tuk, I’ll stay with you” I smile down at my little sister. We were running through the forest, and Tuk stopped to gaze at a plant and mess with the tendrils of it. I stopped with her and stared at the plant with curiosity and amazement. Lo’ak then called out for us to keep up, I motioned for Tuk to come along and catch us with the rest of the group.

Spider then ran closer to Lo’ak. “Bro, why’d you bring her anyway?” Spider asked about Lo’ak bringing Tuk. “She is such a crybaby” Lo’ak replied and turned around and stopped walking. “She’s all, I’m telling. You’re not supposed to go to the battlefield, I’ll tell Mom if you don’t let me come” Lo’ak mocked Tuk while Kiri and I scolded Lo’ak to stop picking on her, Tuk just stuck her tongue out at Lo’ak and jeered at him. Spider looked back at Tuk and sighed. We soon came across an old aircraft that was suspended in the air with tree vines. Lo’ak and Spider started climbing it. “Are there any dead bodies up there?” Tuk wondered. “Tuk! Don’t ask that” I chastised Tuk as I felt the question was one a 7-year-old shouldn’t be asking. Kiri went further into the forest to gaze at all the flora.

Lo’ak climbed into the pilot cabin and saw a skeleton with an arrow stuck in it. Spider was on the outside, gazing in. Tuk grimaced as she saw the skeleton “Gross” she whined. I stared in awe at all the buttons in the area, wondering what they all did. Lo’ak started messing with the arrow stuck in the skeleton. “How does that feel?” He jokingly asked the skeleton. “Lo’ak that’s gross” I groan at what he is doing. He then tried to scare Spider but Spider just rolled his eyes.

Tuk, Lo’ak, and I were all calling out for Kiri. We finally found her after Spider did. “Kiri! We have to get back” Tuk exclaimed. Spider then helped Kiri up and started to move with us. We all were quickly running along the large roots of the trees. I was holding my bow by my side as I had no time to put it away. We were all following Lo’ak until he slowed down and stopped. “What is it Lo’ak? Is something wrong?” I asked and I looked confused why he was just staring at the ground. “We’re always supposed to be home by eclipse” Tuk tried to tell Lo’ak as she didn’t want to get into trouble for being out past eclipse.

Lo’ak bent down, along with Spider, and they started examining footprints. I knelt by them and gasped. “Wow those are huge” I mumbled. “It’s way too big for a human,” Lo’ak thought out loud. “Avatars?” Spider asked. “Maybe, but they’re for sure not ours” Lo’ak replied. This made me tense up at the thought of Avatars who aren’t a part of our group, not knowing if they could be good or bad. Lo’ak and Soider held their bows in their hand and started walking along the footprints. “What are you doing?” Kiri asked and I looked at the three curiously. I held Tuk’s hand as I reluctantly followed them.

“Shh, I’m tracking,” Lo’ak told Kiri and urged her to be quiet. Soon we all came across the old battlefield, all of us being kept hidden by the leaves. We saw the Avatars walking around the area, decked out in gear. “We are never supposed to come here,” Kiri whispered to Lo’ak. “Dad is going to ground you” Kiri added to which Lo’ak responded by shushing her and telling her to stop. “For life” Kiri finally added. “This is a bad idea” I whispered and put my hand on Lo’ak’s arm. Tuk stood behind me and leaned against my back. “Bro we have got to check this out” Lo’ak whispered to Spider. They started walking and I tried to grab both of them to stop them from getting closer to the area but I was too late.

Lo’ak and Spider looked in awe at what was on the battlefield. Lo’ak then sighed and looked at Spider. “I’ve got to call this in” Lo’ak spoke up, Spider tried to tell Lo’ak that they would get in trouble if Lo’ak told Jake. Lo’ak and Spider came back over to where Tuk, Kiri, and I were crouching down. “Devil dog, Devil dog this is Eagle Eye, over” Lo’ak tried to contact our father through the comms. “Eagle eye, send your traffic” Jake responded. “I got eyes on some guys. They look like Avatars, but they’re in full camo and carrying ARs, there’s six of them, over” Lo’ak reported to Jake. “What’s your pos? Over” Jake inquired. “Lo’ak sighed and then answered Jake. “Uh…We’re at the old shack.” Lo’ak hesitantly responded to Jake, which made Spider sigh. “Who’s we?” Jake demanded. Lo’ak gulped and then pressed his fingers to the comms. “Me, Spider, Kiri, y/n…and Tuk” Tuk looked at Lo’ak as he said her name and rolled her eyes in annoyance.

I gently put my hand on Tuk’s shoulder as Kiri wraps one arm around Tuk. “Son you listen to me very carefully. You pull back right now. Do not make a sound. And you get the hell out of there. Move! You copy?” Jake urged Lo’ak through the comms which made all of us start to immediately move and get away from the area as far as we could. “See, I told you!” Kiri harshly whispered to Lo’ak as Lo’ak urged us to move. “We're going to be in so much trouble” I groaned as we kept quietly running through the forest. “Shh y/n, stop” Lo’ak chided at me. I was holding Tuk’s hand as we kept running, but she moved out of my grasp and went ahead. “It’s almost eclipse, come on,” Tuk told us as she looked back at us, suddenly one of the Avatars moved out of hiding and grabbed Tuk, causing Tuk to scream. “Tuk!” I shrieked as she was grabbed. I immediately pulled out my bow and hissed at the avatar.

Lo’ak and Spider doing the same. More of the avatars came out of hiding, pointing their guns at us. Lo’ak realized we needed to put our bows down and dropped his. He told Spider to put his down which Spider reluctantly did so. I kept my bow up and hissed at the avatar that was holding Tuk. Lo’ak tried to calm me down but I was too scared that they would hurt Tuk “Put it down” Lo’ak told me in Na’vi. I then saw there was nothing I could do and relented, dropping my bow to the ground.

The avatars then started forcing us down, Tuk was crying out for Kiri and me, and it made me want to cry that I couldn’t protect or comfort my little sister. Kiri then started to tell Tuk to be calm in Na’vi. They all brought us into a circle, looking down at every one of us. “What have we here?” One of them asked as he slowly walked over to us. Quaritch then glanced at Spider and kept his gaze on him. Then he walked over to Lo’ak, who had a gun shoved into his head. I was slightly panicking and breathing heavily as I was scared about what was going to happen to us. One of the avatars grabbed Kiri’s hand to show Quaritch that she had 5 fingers, a half breed. Spider grimaced “Oh shit” he whispered to himself.

The leader then turned towards Lo’ak. “Show me your fingers” he demanded. Lo’ak then slowly brought up his hands, flipping Quaritch off with both of his middle fingers. I silently groaned as I didn’t need Lo’ak making things worse for us. Quaritch then chuckled at Lo’ak’s gesture. “You’re his, aren’t you?” Quaritch asked with a smirk. Lo’ak snarled at Quaritch. “You’re his alright” Quaritch kept smirking. Quaritch then grabbed Lo’ak by the queue, pulling him up, which made Lo’ak growl at him. “Where is he hiding?” Quaritch demanded. “Sorry I don’t speak English…to buttholes” Lo’ak spoke in Na’vi. Quaritch then got angry, “Where is your father?” Quaritch asked in na’vi. Lo’ak then snarled again which made Quaritch irritated.

Quaritch pulled out his knife and my eyes widened. “No! Don’t!” I screamed out in English. Quaritch then slowly brought the knife closer to Lo’ak but then threw him back. He then started walking over to Kiri. “Don’t you dare touch her!” I screamed which caused the avatar that was holding me to yank on my queue and tell me to shut up. Spider then also started screaming at Quaritch to get away from Kiri, and Lo’ak started pleading for Quaritch to not hurt Kiri. Quaritch stared at Spider for a second, “what’s your name, kid?” He asked Spider.

“Spider…Socorro” Spider reluctantly answered, which made Quaritch shocked, and slowly kneeled. “Miles?” Quaritch asked Spider. “Nobody calls me that” Spider retorted. “Well, I’ll be damn. Well, I figured they sent you back to Earth” Quaritch kept looking at Spider. “They can’t put babies in cryo, dipshit” Spider snapped back. I tried to hold in a smile as even though I was scared, what Spider said was kind of funny. Quaritch then called in his boss, informing her that they were standing by for extract and had high-value prisoners. They then dragged us up to the shack and tied us up. Eclipse soon came and it started to get dark.

The avatars all held us by are queues and hair. Waiting for their ship to come pick us up. I kept staring at the shack, fearing we would be taken and tortured. Then suddenly I heard Neytiri’s yapping call. My ears twitched as I slightly looked around, Tuk, Lo’ak, Kiri, and Spider had also heard it and looked around. Spider looked back at Lo’ak, and so did I. Lo’ak did a slight nod. Kiri started praying which made the guy holding her angry. He went to tell Kiri to shut up again and suddenly fell back, being shot by one of Neytiri’s arrows. Gunfire started going off and I rushed to Tuk to protect her with my body. “Lo’ak!” Neytiri screamed which made Lo’ak immediately pull the pin on a gas canster and bite the arm of the avatar that had a hold on him.

Then Tuk grabbed one of the avatar’s arms and bit down as hard as she could. I kicked the leg of the avatar holding me, which made them fall back. Lo’ak, Tuk, and I started running, I held onto Tuk to keep her close to me. Lo’ak then grabbed both of us and tugged us forward. We kept running, with Lo’ak urging us to come on and to hurry. Suddenly then something jumped in front of us which made us scream in fear, I pushed Tuk behind me and hissed at the figure. But I noticed it was our dad. “Hey. Hey, it’s okay. You hurt?” Jake immediately said as he tried to calm us down. “Are you hurt?” Jake asked again while checking over us. Tuck started crying and went to hug Jake. Jake shushed her and comforted her.

I watched as the ship moved away, hiding behind my father. “We’re clear. Everyone okay?” Jake asked as Neytiri came running to us with Kiri. Tuk then went to hug Neytiri, and Neytiri comforted Tuk. Jake then pulled Lo’ak, Neteyam, and me into a hug. Neteyam pressed his head into Jake’s shoulder, while also wrapping his arm around me. I started crying as I was shaken by what had transpired. Lo’ak, who was in a slight daze, noticed Spider wasn��t here with us. “W-Where’s Spider?” Lo’ak asked, which made me look around. Kiri then started crying that they had taken him, which led to Jake comforting Kiri. “No…No” I quietly said. “We have to go back for him! We have to go back for Spider!” I cried, which led to Neteyam pulling me into a hug.

“He’s going to be okay” Jake tried to comfort Kiri, putting his hand in the back of her head. “We’re all going to be okay.”

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