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cablyunkataplum · 10 months

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Never meant to be

Sully family x Sully! Fem/Pronouns Reader ANGTS

Words: 6,358

Summary: It does not matter who's fault it is right now. You're gone, it won't be the same any more. In the way to your eternal rest, memories come out and fill the sad enviroment.

A.N: Use of (__)-Third person- I'm not an english native speaker so I support on translators!--Sorry for any mistake-- I tried to relate the stories with something of the funeral and scenes before, I hope it makes sense. I hope this is sad/angst but fluff too. -(__) has different ages in each memory. 6 months for this is pretty wild.

It was weak but it was still there, the lullaby made by the waves, accompanying those who were grieving. The water a little warmer but cold for the Sullys, burning their skin as memories flowed over the surface of the reflecting form.

Her body floating softer now it was lifeless, being encapsulated between large leaves and flowers, taken away from the village to a place unknown to all of them even after living there for weeks; there was not their home, not with pain clouding their senses. She's not coming back and it will be a long road before they can be together again.

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Kiri did her best to find a flower that only grew in remote places and very well hidden ones. She spent her days trying, but it seemed she would not succeed and that frustrated her. Everyone noticed this and asked her if there was anything they could do, she simply said it was nothing and continued with her tasks.

One night, after noticed how distracted she was, again, (__) talked with Mo'at about the matter.

Reaching the tent after dinner, (__) announced herself before entering given the permission to, she greeted with her hand raising and descending --I see you, grandmother-- Mo'at reciprocated --I see you granddaughter,What brings you on these sides? You haven’t come here for a long time-- She grabbed a few herbs putting them in a bag to direct her attention to collect others, without taking off the eyes of them she heard --I know Grandma, I’m sorry-- (__) squatted and then took a more comfortable position. --But Kiri has been different these days-- Now the tsahik turned to look in her direction with the same calm as she crouched down --different?-- she placed the herbs in a bowl and began to grind them for a few seconds neither of them spoke, concentrating on how the bundle turned into a pasty mixture, the sound of fire breaking the wood causing their ears to move, --And haven’t you thought about asking her?-- This question sounded very innocent but it was obvious how sarcastic too, --Of course Grandma!, but she didn’t say anything-- Mo’at stopped grinding and her eyes met those of (__) raising her eyebrows and tilting her head a bit --And I should know--.

With her ears pressed to her head she answered almost whispering --maybe-- but quickly continued --She spends a lot of time training and healing with you-- at the end the eldest shook her head laughing a little --You care too much granddaughter of mine-- And she went on to mix it again --If it helps you and Kiri, I think I know what’s going on. I told her about a very rare ingredient that I use in several of my mixes, but I no longer have it and I have not been able to find any, not even the pickers-- when she finished and saw that the texture was the best she stopped and picked up a few rags, At the same time (__) came closer to her --How is it?-- Mo'at could see the determination in her eyes, after thinking a little about whether to tell her or not, she gave in and then gave her the details of said flower.

The days passed, (__) spent less time in the clan returning untidy and sometimes with cuts. Something that worried the Sully’s, another girl who behaved differently than usual, but this would not last long.

Kiri tended to several with their wounds, focused on making the right moves and putting in the right amounts that ignored a figure who walked beside her and sat a few feet away from her. Mo’at, who was attending to another na’vi, spoke --When you finish with him, take care of your sister, I have already done it too much--- So Kiri looked up, first to her grandmother who with some seriousness saw (__) then to the same one who offered a small embarrassed smile lowering her gaze. Without saying anything and keeping her eyes for a few more seconds she continued to heal the wound. At the end she grabbed her things and went with her older sister observing those that required more attention first --what happened this time?-- (__) frowned trying to disguise the satisfaction of the task that left her in such a state --MH?-- Kiri exhaled somewhat tired --You know what I mean and don’t try to deny it (__)--She ran her fingers through the mix and spread it on the first wound getting a few moans of pain --Didn’t you think about what might happen to you?-- Turning her eyes for the scolding she opened his mouth for the first time to speak not before making other sounds for the burning --Mom and Dad already scolded me enough … I’m fine, Thank you--. Kiri quickly took her arm and extended it so that she and her sister could see it and bending over to see her face. --Is this being fine?-- --Kiri-- now (__) had a tired tone, Kiri’s uneasy face relaxed and looking for her sister’s look tried to be more delicate --What do you think you were doing?-- Studying her face a little and looking for the words to explain herself and make the surprise a good surprise --Little sister it won't happen again-- --I hope so-- she returned to focus her attention on the wounds --If you continue this strange, I will be the one who will have to take care of you--.

--Now I am the one who acts weird?-- Again they connected glances but Kiri shook her head and attended another cut --I don’t know what you’re talking about-- (__) brought her face closer to hers --Really?-- --Ugh-- she took some bands and wrapped them around her sister's arm --You are the one who is acting weird I’m fine-- (__) nodded slowly with lips a little pressed but her tail somewhat restless, her head looking at some shops began her “little plan” --TUK!-- Without turning but her eyes focused on Kiri continued with a smile forming --Then I think I’ll have to see what I do with all this-- The steps became more audible as they got closer, soon after Tuktirey appeared holding a basket --Hi Kiri!-- When she was close she extended the basket, when she took it, the little Tuk just as she came she went --Goodbye Kiri!-- with some caution she opened the lid to meet several flowers, the same that she spent many days searching without success Her mouth opened a little, her eyes opened a little more, after a few seconds she looked at (__) with the same expression and then at Mo’at --she is quite persuasive, as stubborn-- with bowl in hand went to her tent. --And?-- Her face full of happiness and fun for Kiri's attitude, but only received a slap on the face --Auch!, what was that for?-- --For being a skxawng-- With hands running her arm and without erasing that smile from her face --I can show you where there are more-- taking the basket and putting it in another place she observed them for another time --they are beautiful … I like them-- (__) confessed --Thank you-- softening her expression --It is nothing Kiri, anything for my siblings-- now it was Kiri's mouth that curved to share the smile.

Kiri sat next to (__) and laid her body and head on hers. --I think you better collect more, grandmother will reproach you every time you approach to her the times she has had to attend you--. She exhaled amused since it was most likely --as you say-- her posture became rigid and made a military signal that her father had taught them. Giving another pat but on the back of the neck she rolled her eyes without losing her smile --I'll reserve some for you, you'll need them-- --You talk like I'm always in trouble-- her tail moved as she remembered the many times her brother had gotten in trouble and where she had to heal him. --You behaved like lo’ak--. Kiri felt (__)’s head lying on hers, she closed her eyes and (__) answered --That’s why you scolded me? I am older, I am the one who should scold you--.

--I was worried-- settling more into the gap that she had in the neck of (__) and her chest, focused on listening to her heart. --You don’t need to worry about me-- and neither said anything, enjoying each other’s company. Kiri then thanked the great mother for giving her the family she has, for the support and love they gave her and give her, for being in the here and now. Her arms encircled her sister's figure and hers her shoulders.

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The cold wind caressed the face of Lo’ak who was still sleeping, the external activity diluted in his listening announced the morning, feeling the lack of body heat at his side, it took him a while to open his eyes that to his surprise the light was already abundant, he stretched as much as he could, he left his resting place and went to breakfast. When he arrived he was greeted by his family, first by his mother who stretched his arm to his head and kissed it, then by his father --Did you sleep well son?-- Jake asked by taking a piece of food and Lo’ak settling down next to his mother and Neteyam answered --Yes Father-- by bowing he grabbed a few pieces of food, leaving no room for further conversation (__) continued to swaying and asking --Daaaaaaddd pleaasseeee--.

Neytiri, who helped Tuk to eat, replied --(__), your father already told you no-- with this the girl made a few grimaces, without stopping her action her dad interfered --What will you do there?-- Before answering Neteyam spoke --She's going with a boooyyy-- he didn't dissimulate the smile and immediately made sounds to imitate kisses --Puagh! I'm not!-- with disgust she pulled out her tongue while the other children laughed but her mother looked at them to stop and so they did but in a while the ones emerged a little, --Very good, but you take your brother, today Kiri and Neteyam have their trainings-- As if she had never been sitting, she started jumping around and then hugging her dad for a long time, --Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you-- and hastily sat down to eat, with a small look at Lo’ak. Neytiri who at that time had finished eating and was now focused on Tuk saw Jake with a smile that he tried to hide when he saw her along with Mo'at.

When they finished eating Lo’ak and (__) went to the spring, the wet grass as well as the weather made the road lighter, concentrated in the view that although it was not possible to see beyond 4 meters was abundant, the sounds of his own steps, insects or even the wind was enough to relax the little one and make his body feel sleepy but the grip of (__) hand with his hand was enough to keep walking. After several moments of the walk the water hitting and joining with another was already heard as well as several laughs and other movements.

Lo’ak watched his sister dive more and more into the spring, from time to time pouring water or dipping her head. --Lo’ak! Come!-- (__) called her brother with a sign, the one who was sitting playing with some toys just shook his head and continued with his game, the water was too cold for his taste but, (__) wouldn't take a no for an answer, she had come to have fun and wanted her brother to do it too. But as soon as she thought of something to convince the child she would enjoy the spring.

Dipping and dipping she noticed a close flash, curiously she approached, came out of the water to take a breath of air and dive again, extending her left hand and grabbing the object. This moved a little, when she opened her mouth by the surprise she had to leave to not take or breathe the water. --Lo’ak! Lo’ak!-- He raised his head and saw his sister walking quickly towards him. --Come, look what I found!-- Her face no longer reflected surprise but joy like her body language, again shook his head --I don't want-- (__) clasped her hands together and asked again --Come on Lo'ak! If you do then I'll play with you whatever you want, but come-- thinking about it for a few seconds, he accepted and took the hand of (__). When he touched the water he moved back a little by the temperature but his sister gave him a squeeze with her hand and a look to encourage him, as he walked more and the water reached his torso he had already become accustomed to the cold. When they got to a certain point they stopped, the elder pointed her head and spoke --There it is, ready?-- She noisily breathed in and waited a little for Lo’ak to do the same, in doing so they both put their heads in and with their eyes wide open they searched for what had excited his sister so much. When he saw a little figurine of pastel colors and that with the passing light shone, as (__) he tried to touch it, but when his hands did he felt a peculiar texture, without having the same reaction, he only pulled his hand and watched the little figure come out antennae and move slowly on the rock on which it rested.

It was a snail he had never seen before, a very nice one, smiling he came out to breathe and began to laugh, next door his sister saw him and just imitated him. Already in a less deep place both walked looking at the rocks and stones below and the leaves that had fallen and floated aimlessly, some of the na’vi were no longer there, they had returned to the clan so it was calmer. As the child that is Lo’ak it occurred to him that it would be fun to surprise his sister. As slow as he could was approaching (__), he bent down and her hands formed small spaces, when she turned to hear her brother approach she was greeted by nonstop water splashes with laughter, she tried to shelter her face with her arms but it was quite difficult so she decided to fight back, thus initiating a battle that neither of them would be willing to lose.

Hours later the only thing they did was rest, when one said they had given up and the other believed they took advantage to throw water again, the other did it too. Her hair moved according to the waves, as did her garments that barely floated. The light was dim by the leaves that covered the spring. Looking at her face, Lo’ak appreciated every detail of her sister, even how serene she was even seemed to have fallen asleep. Almost as a sigh Lo’ak said her name, she opened her eyes and waited --I thought you were sleeping-- she shook her head. --It is better that we go to the clan, surely we have passed the food-- Turning a little leaning on her knee and squeezing her hair to remove the excess water, his brother did the same and taking by the hand they collected the toys to leave.

Back his head followed a thought that had formed at breakfast time, at his father’s condition and decided to clarify it even if it hurt his feelings, --(__), did you want to come with me?-- For the sudden question she stopped the steps, the sister who saw the face of her brother understood what he meant --Hey… why wouldn’t I want? with brothers as “cool” as you-- she broke her grip and swirled his hair with a smile before it got serious --I'm here Lo'ak, ok?-- without much thought he nodded.

They grabbed hands again and continued their way home without looking back.

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Neytiri had already finished several of her tasks for the day, one of her last was to go hunting, walking among the hammocks and some roots she carried her bow and arrows with constant step, the eclipse was approaching remarkably so it was necessary to get something before the night covered every corner of the forest. Before she could completely leave the clan and call her ikran’s attention, she was attracted by a creak that frightened her, turning around quickly she found nothing less than her eldest daughter holding her own bow, her own eyes open --sorry ma, I didn't mean to scare you-- calming down immediately she signalized to her to approach her --what happened darling?-- slowly shook her head as she shortened the distance, arriving Neytiri surrounded with her arm the head of (__) charging it at the end of her collarbone --no, I just wondered if... could I go with you?-- --Nothing would make me more happy-- before continuing she separated a little to take her face in her hands and observe it a while --My great hunter is not yet big enough to think that hunting with her mother is thing of the past-- the cheeks of (__) warmed up to remember how those last weeks she was alone or with other young na’vi --mom!!-- a smile crossed by both in a moment, --It is better that we go at once-- without another word they walked until they reached the place that seemed right to them and called their ikran.

Already in the place that Neytiri had planned both began with the task, as cautious as possible they roamed the forest, tracking and following the chosen prey.

The rope was stretched until the arm reached its ideal point, the tip centered in the sight and with one last breath her hand released the rope, the arrow accompanied by another giving in different objectives, without wasting time they approached and performed the prayer.

--You have improved a lot in your aim-- --Thank you-- when she met her eyes her mother nodded --when the time comes you will take my father’s bow-- (__) who was preparing the animals to be loaded stopped the action taking again her eyes to those of Neytiri with disbelief --But Mom-- Neytiri interrupted --A bow must be strong, endure all the times it is used and those that do not, the person who wears it must be as strong as one, is one more part of who wears it; just as important as the heart, it is decided-- she finished preparing the animals herself, turning just to make her posture clearer, (__) nodded and then helped with what remained to be done.

On the flight back, the girl's mind wondered why that decision, despite being honored and happy she was also confused and even a little worried because that bow was one of the few things that her mother kept from her own father and therefore from her old home but she would not question it otherwise as it was what her mother wanted.

After dinner averyone went to their hammocks to sleep and be ready for the next day, including the Sully’s, each to their respective but before Neytiri could go with Jake, her daughter asked to talk to her. Already set aside for others to rest, (__) sat on a rock and waited for the moment she thought was most appropriate to ask by tilting her head a little towards Neytiri --how was my grandfather?-- She stood behind (__), she took a great inhalation as soon as she sat next to her, looked at the stars standing still in the sky, --He was one of the strongest people I have ever met, wise and determined, even though Oloeyktan, he was someone who inspired confidence, love.-- The memories crossed her mind good and not so good but made tears find place in her eyes --Sometimes you look a lot like him, I'm sure he would be very proud of all of you.--

(__) In her periphery saw how her mother's face changed according to her emotions, her hand rested on top of hers --so would he be with you-- Neytiri turned her head to see (__) that she did not look at her directly swallowed saliva and tried to say something, she took off her tears with her hand --I wish it was, it is time for us to return-- and so they did.

Before (__) lay in her hammock she pulled Neytiri into a big hug putting her ear on her chest --rest ma, see you tomorrow-- with a kiss on the crown of her head for the last time she spoke -- you too, ‘ite’-- that’s how the night ended, the clan resting quietly.

The bows rested one above the other in their designated place waiting for another use, while dreams visited everyone, Neytiri dreamed of her father, she was again a girl and he was as always a great man.

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The little Tuk ran from one side to another screaming, the na’vi and people around her gave small glimpses toward her direction somewhat confused by her actions, as she stopped she turned around with her eyes going through every possible corner, attentive to any suspicious movement. But for a while there was no action to alert Tuk, for a moment her face was covered in confusion.

But as she let her guard down, two arms surrounded her figure –-I got you!-- Tuk shouted again but it was mixed with laughter --not true!-- And tried to break free repeatedly until she gave up, when (__) let her go, she resumed her escape --Hey, that's not fair-- she shouted but the girl ignored and kept running toward the tent of the whole family, with the things that were there she tried to hide and keeping silent, she waited.

After several minutes she heard as someone approached and entered the tent, holding her breath she watched as the na’vi moved to the other side, that’s when Tuk noticed that it was not (__). But lo’ak who squatted and pulled something out of a basket, but when he stood and turned around he realized that the little girl was in the same space, carrying a scared look for a moment he asked --what are you doing?-- --Shh-- without being quiet, Lo'ak asked again, raising his voice --Shhhh!,What do you not see that I am hiding?-- he immediately answered --No-- and without further, he left the tent.

Other minutes passed and Tuk was already more than bored, she thought that, since (__) had not entered there perhaps she had forgotten their game and that she could already leave and not worry too much so she did but as she walked toward the entrance she didn't notice the shadow that was expected on the cloth of the store, When she left, she was back between two arms, the same ones that had imprisoned her moments before – I knew you were here-- --(__)!-- She laughed a little, --I win-- at that moment she let go of her, but the girl didn’t move from her side-- it’s not true, you cheated, that doesn’t count-- Tuk pressed her lips and changed her posture so that her sister knew how she was feeling.

--Cheated? How I cheated?-- Her tone of voice reflected the confusion she presented at what her younger sister said --surely you pretended that you forgot that we were playing to distract me and sure Lo’ak told you where I was-- Now she was the biggest grimace – I didn’t forget anything and Lo’ak hasn’t even spoken to me since breakfast -- Tuk’s tail stopped moving abruptly, his ears just as still – really?-- -- promise TukTuk-- she took a hand to her heart to make it better understood what she was telling the truth, Tuk seemed quite satisfied with that and she accepted it --that’s good because others usually do it when we play--. So (__) knelt down to level with her sister and seeing her in the eyes --then I promise I will never forget when we play together-- Tuk smiled and with his hand imitated her sister’s previous action --And I… promise… never forget anything-- ----what?-- The expression was funny because of her sister’s somewhat vague promise --Yes, I will never forget anything, nor of this-- raising an eyebrow the kneeling Sully asked --Really? Then I hope you never forget that I am your sister-- she composed her posture rolling her eyes--it seems that Lo’ak and Kiri already did-- the latter was more for herself but Tuk managed to hear and laughed, without saying anything else they heard how her mother called them to eat, --Yeah, i promise--

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Neteyam had finished his practices for the day so he decided to go and walk to relax, he knew that his father expected that when he finished he would immediately return to the clan, half a year ago that the people of heaven had returned and Jake was more strict and hard on them, plus he was busier. So he tried his best not to stress his father and make him proud, just like anyone, he needed time to rest.

So thinking of returning to the clan before worrying anyone, he went on his way, observing the flora and fauna, eating from the fruit he found, memorizing the parts of the forest where he was. After a long time he remembered what he had planned watching as he was close the eclipse ran as fast as he could as his ikran was not close. When he arrived and was under the camp he called his ikran in a hurry, without having stepped on, first he heard the cry of his father and then his figure approaching with tense posture –-did you already realize the time you arrive!?-- --I’m sorry, sir.-- But this response only seemed to infuriate Jake who immediately thought of some punishment for his eldest son –-A sorry doesn’t help me when you don’t even seem to care!-- Neteyam lowered his head, biting his tongue to the point of drawing some blood. What else could he say? He knew that if he told the truth he would only make things worse and if he didn't say anything else he would take his father out of his boxes, at that time to remain silent and Jake's to wait, (__) approached knowing what was going on from her father’s screams, and to try to help, she spoke –-Neteyam, did you get the stones?-- both turned to see her confused --What do you mean sweetheart?-- asked Jake, for a second the ears of (__) went down but quickly replied --an apology father, I asked Neteyam some things for a project I have-. --And the stones?-- Jake turned to Neteyam who stuttered a bit trying to give an answer that was credible –- I didn’t find any special for (__), sorry --Do not worry brother, another day will be–- with some doubt and without discomfort already some Jake accepted the fact and left everything with a warning that they should always warn with issues like this to avoid worries --it will not happen again father--, -It better not-.

When Jake disappeared from their field of vision, Neteyam spoke -– why do you lie to him? You shouldn’t have done that-– something tired (__) put her hands on her brother’s shoulders --did you see how he was? He almost takes your teeth out one by one-- he sighed – anyway, that was wrong – with one hand he pushed the hands away from (__) -- when he finds out that I never looked for anything, what will we do?-- She raised an eyebrow – what else could we do? Tomorrow you bring me any stone and I will pretend that I loved it–For a moment, Neteyam watched his sister in disbelief. Had she lied before? --We won’t do that-- she escoffed, --As you wish, so what do you suggest?-- --We won’t do anything, this was my fault.-- (__) turned her eyes and before turning around she said, --very well-- and finally marched to leave Neteyam with his thoughts.

The next morning, as if he was not between his father’s expectations, he woke up late, possibly it was already noon. He rushed out to apologize and start his arc practices immediately. But Jake did not recriminate anything, to the surprise of the boy and his mother - thank (__) who warned me of your great ability, this day you can rest as much as you want but I will not allow it to always be that way, did you hear boy?-- --Yes, father, thank you very much-- without further ado, he did. In the night when he saw the eldest, he thanked her but she shook her head and with a confessed smile – you earned it – she shook her brother’s head and finished –now rest Tey– –you too (__)--. And with that they went to sleep without seeing eachother in the eyes.

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It had been a busy day but full of fun and new discoveries with his friends, his family. Removing the mask that helped him move in Pandora, Spider opened the second control door, when Norm entered he received it as usual.

--Hello Spider! How did everythin went?-- --It was great Norm, Kiri showed me plants I had never seen before and then with Lo'ak, Neteyam and (__) we went to explore a place she found, There were a lot of bugs and they ate some-– Spider only laughed at what happened as they had also joked with each other but Norm made an expression of disgust thinking about their texture and taste --Very well I do not want to know more details, Go take a shower so we can eat-– Spider breathed out his shoulders and walked down heavily to where the showers were --ok-- without having moved too far he stopped and without losing another second he passed his hands on Norm’s clothes and ran to his room --Spider!-- he shouted with his hands outstretched seeing the dirt and what looked like drool on his shirt and some of his pants, with a sigh of defeat he went to change and make Spider bath.

Well into the night and after having dined Spider lay on his bed, just below Norm's and before he went up the boy asked why he never learned the ways of the Omaticaya to be one of them, he settled on the edge of the bed --well-- he squeezed his lips --Jake was the first, he was taught as he was not a scientist and I was a little jealous- Spider curved an eyebrow --Something?-- Norm frowned --Don't you believe me?-- The boy shook his head and denied, Norm forrowed his eyebrows and nodded slowly --I guess I was very jealous, I had spent many years learning so that someone who barely knew what photosynthesis was or knew what skxanwngg meant would have been accepted into the clan… but then Grace and I had the opportunity to live with the Omaticaya, everything seemed to improve, After the war I still had the opportunity to ask and more with Jake being Oloeytktan but at that time I realized that it was really not something that was for me... plus-- he shook the hair of Spider --Someone has to take care of you-- --The other guys take care of me too-- he moved his hand away from himself --Yes, but I'm the one who does it most of the time-- Spider was silent thoughtfully and yawned, --I guess-- Norm shook his head with a smile, --Good night kiddo-- --Good night Norm--.

The next day Spider went out again to meet the Sully's near a river, even if (__) did not arrived yet he and the others started playing, Neytiri and Jake watching them, for a while they chased, they swooped down and the boy pulled their tail until being a little calmer the mud hit them right on their faces, with their mouths wide open they saw that the cause was her older sister --(__)!-- the children shouted while she laughed, they took off the mud and began to grab more.

When she saw this her tail tightened and ran away as quickly as possible --don't run coward!-- Lo’ak shouted --try to catch me fools!-- and as the challenge that was all came out shot in her direction – children!-- They barely heard how Jake called them, but they continued as they knew she would not return until it was safe and accelerated the pace further, just as if they were for the prey that runs away from the hunter. They all took different routes, Spider running on the ground just like Kiri, while Lo’ak and Neteyam took their route on the tree branches.

The further they advanced Spider recognized the way as he and Lo’ak sometimes passed by and had even made a shorter path, so he took it for the sake of everyone’s revenge.

After running a little more he managed to see the figure of (__) that now ran less, so as not to frighten her or to make her notice his presence he slowed down until he only gave step by step with caution when she had stopped completely, examining her surroundings for any alert that her siblings were nearby, she took a long time to notice Spider as lightning came out at her, when she did it was already falling and being muddy --Spider!-- (__) she shouted before removing the child next to her and the mud, when she stood up she asked --Do you think it's funny?-- --It is--Spider smiled and she gave him a bitter one, before he could walk a few beads and ties fell to the ground, as if she had never been blue (__) she felt the blood leaving her body --what is that?-- --Nothing-- she wanted to pick them up but Spider had already done it with some --this is for a songcord-- without being able to lie (__) exhaled and sat on the wet ground nearby,he did the same, she extended her hands to him and spoke --it's yours-- Spider remained silent for a while --mine?-- She nodded --I thought maybe you could make your own cord, I wanted it to be a surprise-- -- but I am not a na'vi -- she immediately answer -- you are, You are na'vi as much as me or my mother and every na'vi has their songcord-- she tilt her head to him grab the beads and the ties in her big hands and so he did --If you want I can help you--without giving answer Spider stood and hugged with all his streght to (__) who received it --Thank you.--

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The sound of creaking branches and moving plants reached the ears of both who with just a glance and a smile grabbed mud and ran out to the cause of the noise.

Days later Norm analyzed samples when Spider passed at great speed but he noticed something hanging from the boy's waist, a musical string.

The flora illuminated the night landscape in different colors, occasionally reacting to the outside activity of the still awake animals. In a hammock several meters from the ground one family rested peacefully, huddled on top of the other.

However one of the dreams was interrupted, Jake felt how some hands grabbed his arm and in periods squeezed or shook it but the state in which he was not paying much attention to this until he heard whispers calling him. He slowly opened his eyes until he got used to the darkness, highlighting the figure of his older daughter who was closer than he expected. Clearing his throat he spoke in a low voice so as not to disturb anyone else -- What happened my child?-- regulating her tone to her father's and without letting go -- I had a nightmare--

--Oh really?-- (__) nodded – And what was it about?-- -– We were in the mountains and mom and you were flying but I didn’t, so I wanted to fly and I tried to get on an ikran but none wanted and then – her tail swung in times – you left and I wanted to fly alone so you wouldn’t left me-- Still sleepy he listened to the story of his daughter that seemed to have really affected him since also the grip of his hands on his arm increased and decreased as it did.

-But I didn't fly-Focusing as much as possible on her even that it would not make much difference, he placed one of his hands on the girl's head to move her until he caressed her cheek. --And why did we leave without you?-- (__) moved her eyes until they reached their limit when thinking about it for a while --I don't know, but I didn't like it, you wouldn't leave me, right?-- Without taking away any of his hands that touched them both, surely Jake spoke --of course not, we would never leave without you--.

--Pinkie promise?-- Jake laughed a little but hooked his little finger to hers who was already waiting for him --I promise, now go back to sleep-- she pulled her hands off his arm, lay down and closed her eyes, Jake following took a deep breath settling down to sleep, He concentrated on reconciling this --Dad-- without moving and to let (__) know that he was listening to her although she looked at him he made a kind of murmur --MH?-- --I would not leave without you either-- Sometimes the words, the innocence and spontaneity with which she said them made Jake form a big smile and in other desire to laugh, In this case even something tender --seriously?-- --Yes-- he gently scratched his temple --that's good, your mother and I will not let you go anywhere until you are your grandmother's age-- (__) covered her mouth to suppress the sound of her laughter that tried to come out even more when Jake leaned one of his arms against his figure --But now back to sleep--.

The sounds of the atmosphere returned to their place in the hammock for a few seconds --Dad?-- (__) put one of her hands back on his arm with a small squeeze waiting for some answer, this being another murmur --I love you-- --I love you more (__)-- He closed his eyes and losing the grip of his hand sleep and stillness came.

With the security that his father gave him little by little, she embraced the rest that her body asked him without thinking about anything else.

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Her body was now embraced with houndred of tendrils, dissapearing in front of the eyes of her loved ones, everything felt unreal for them. Because it was unreal. For years they fought to be happy but ir seems they were never meant to be.

#sully family #sully family x reader #sully!reader #jake x reader #neteyam x sister!reader #neytiri x reader #lo'ak x sister!reader #kiri x sister!reader #Tuktirey x sister! reader #avatar x reader #avatar x you #avatar x y/n #avatar angst #spider x reader

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INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY.

a set of prompts featuring lyrics from the album of the same name by waterparks. may contain suggestive content. feel free to change things as needed for the sake of writing!

ST*RFUCKER

"I'm gonna move out of my loft and into a limousine."

"Jesus Christ won't text me back."

"I'll always be around, in fact."

"I'm climbing up your window now."

"It's been a pleasure, it's nice to meet you."

"Maybe I'm a soul-sucker."

"But you're just a star fucker."

"I bet you wouldn't ask me to do that by this time next year."

"You can't hide my face and save me for a rainy day."

"It don't go two ways."

"I don't wanna be toxic, I just wanna be honest."

"But this shit hurts like a comet."

"And it just hurts 'cause I want it."

REAL SUPER DARK

"I'm outta my cage, and I'm on the stage."

"I'm dying to give you a show."

"I'm alienated, way overrated."

"Here are a few of the notes."

"My fans are the best."

"They'd love me more dead."

"But baby, it's gettin' too loud."

"Yo, shut the fuck out of your mouth."

"Bite tongue 'till there's blood in my mouth."

"It freaks me out."

"It gets real super dark around the edge of my heart."

FUNERAL GREY

"Now I'm tripping off the deep end."

"So call me a Lyft or a black hearse."

"I know you'll make my head spin."

"What's your favorite color?"

"That's not a color, it's a shade."

"Don't disagree with me."

"And then she walked away."

"I didn't get her name."

"I can't explain the look on her face."

"She wore a sweater in summer weather."

"It was funeral grey."

"And now it's killing me."

"I just want you to be my next mistake that I'm gonna make."

"She walked in, took a hit."

"That shit is gonna kill you."

"Well now you're gonna die too."

"I said that you can call me, beep me if you want my skin."

"She rolled her eyes."

"I know your dying wish is to be baptized in my spit."

"Float my way, I'm melting for you."

BRAINWASHED

"What's up?"

"Hello, I'm tryna meet ya."

"Shocked at the words coming from my tongue."

"A language that I'm not familiar."

"Don't take it away."

'I wanna play."

"Where did the time fly?"

"What if I pray?"

"Hoping you'll stay into the daylight."

"Wait, what am I saying?"

"I feel insane."

"It's only been a couple days."

"I'm having the same thoughts, can't stop."

"Thinking you got me brainwashed."

"I'm see-through, need you."

"Why do I think you're so cool?"

"Everything's clean except for my thoughts."

"Thinking about me getting you off."

"It's been a week, I'm still at your house."

"I don't wanna leave, it's freaking me out."

"Why am I acting like that?"

"Are you really that funny, or am I hallucinating?"

"It's like my brain isn't mine."

"This syndrome feels Stockholm."

"Do you wanna keep me on lock, though?"

"Symmetrical feelings match best when we're staring at the ceiling."

2 BEST FRIENDS

"I'm trying to turn my mind off."

"But I don't know where to go when the night's long."

"I could have picked your body in a lineup."

"Now I'm sick of waiting on you to call."

"Yeah, I'm sick of playing it cool."

"So I went out with my two best friends."

"Tried anything not to think of you."

"It didn't work, and I feel like shit."

"Wake up tomorrow and try again."

"You hit back with the syntax."

"You treated my heart like a handbag."

"So now I'm solo when the night's cold."

"Yeah, I kissed a couple people, but they taste wrong."

END OF THE WATER (FEEL)

"If you feel it, then I feel it too."

"If you believe me, I could be your truth."

"If you need me, all I need is you."

"Why we ghost each other for a week at a time?"

"Make plans and let 'em fall through."

"I can't even call you, let alone call you mine."

"I can be nonchalant, if that's what you really want."

"But I'm just glad you and I are alive at the same time."

"We can't take back what we never gave."

"And that distance keeps us safe."

"But nobody told me that safe is so lonely."

"Can't we act like you and I are alive at the same time?"

"Do you feel it? 'Cause I feel it too."

"Do you need it? 'Cause I need it too."

SELF-SABOTAGE

"When we talk, I'm never wrong."

"Might unplug my phone at night."

"When you need me most, I'll miss that flight."

"Now we're at the part where you'll hate what you see."

"What the fuck is wrong with me?"

"I'm on my way to you, but I'll self-sabotage."

"So I might drive my car and crash into your garage."

"To get away from you, I'll self-sabotage."

"If you like when we talk, I'll dislocate my jaw."

"I'll piss you off and ask what's wrong."

"I want this to work so bad."

"But I want but I can't have."

"Make plans and break them to see what you say."

"'Cause you put on makeup and I'm still in bed."

RITUAL

"Gotta clear my front lawn off."

"Melatonin, eyes feel heavy tonight."

"I could sleep for weeks."

"Don't look for me."

"They're killing me when I'm fast asleep."

"Are you hearing me?"

"I'm living fucking betrayed."

"Living like I'm dead and on my own."

FUCK ABOUT IT

"I like you but I need some space."

"I like you kinda far away."

"It's not that hard to kill a day looking at your face."

"I like you but I need some room."

"It doesn't always stay that way."

"I hate the aftertaste."

"I don't wanna leave you hangin' on."

"But when we fight, it's like a marathon."

"Give me three days alone."

"We can fuck about it later, if you want."

"It's all we really do when something's wrong."

"You don't seem to like it when we talk."

"I guess I'll see you later."

"Because we never fix the problems that we've got."

"You've been at my crib for like the seventh day up in a row."

"You've been doing silly things like checking who I follow."

"I won't lie to you."

"It's like scars on my wrist."

CLOSER

"Nothing stays the same."

"I feel love a different way."

"I got my space, but what did I pay for you?"

"'Cause I love you, or I want to."

"But I don't know how."

"I need to really feel you."

"But we're running around."

"Is it easy now?"

"You only hit me in the evening."

"I need you closer."

"I need it over."

"There's nothing left to let go."

"It's the darkest afterglow."

"Maybe in another life, we can try and get us right."

"You're the holiday I celebrate too late."

"You're the eyes I gave up trying to captivate."

"You're the song I loved but then overplayed."

"I'm the b-side throwaway."

"I hope you never rain on my charade."

"I've been fucked so much that I no longer wait."

"I sabotage and break my own heart just in case."

"Will it kill me in the evening that I let you down?"

NIGHT OUT ON EARTH

"Am I missing out?"

"Am I having fun?"

"Is it just me, or is it everyone?"

"The love I get is virtual."

"Now Jesus hates my guts."

"It's getting personal."

"It's a night out on earth."

"The last one for a while, can't get worse."

"Now if I ever feel jealous, I just turn it into lyrics."

"I turn pain into rain and sing along."

"I wear all my red flags like a cape."

"Life gave me lemons, now I bleed lemonade."

"It gets so fucking hot under all this shade."

"Everywhere I walk's a toxic parade."

"The glove don't fit, but I wear it anyway."

"It's a hell of a time."

"Was I loved, or was I right?"

"Am I gonna go to hell in my sleep?"

"Or will God forgive me?"

"I gotta hide everybody that I like."

"Because everyone I know knows another me."

"It's getting hard to keep track of everything I keep locked behind my back."

"I'm leaving when the night goes."

"I ain't gonna let go."

SNEAKING OUT OF HEAVEN

"When we fuck, it feels like I'm struck by your lightning."

"They say I'm brainwashed, yeah I might be."

"I built a secret room for you."

"Just one more chance to adore you."

"If you're toxic, I'll wear a hazmat."

"Do you think God knows?"

"You've been sneaking out of heaven."

"Were his eyes closed?"

"There's no way He's just letting you fall from the stars."

"I swear to God my heart's gonna pop."

"If I'm not brainwashed, man, I'm trying to be."

"Swallow my shoes and my car keys."

"I don't need those, 'cause I won't leave."

"I'll have to jump the gates when I die."

"Go to my place, and you put away your halo."

#rp memes ;;#original memes ;;#roleplay prompts #rp memes #rp prompts #roleplay meme #roleplay memes #rp meme #roleplay prompt

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✧ —𝐁𝐎𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 [𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝟸]

“Why do we even have saucers? We don't drink tea!”

“Do you have a thousand dollars? Because each minute I spend talking to you, that's how much money I'm wasting.”

“You're the only one in this building who isn't a total snooze-cooze.”

“No one watches this show to feel feelings. Life is depressing enough already!”

“All this time, I assumed there was more to me than everyone thought. But maybe there isn't.”

“I don't care if you are happy or not. You have a job to do.”

“Look who finally decided to pick up the phone.”

“You must think I'm a real monster.”

“You were born broken, that's your birthright.”

“Can't say I'll miss it, but we did have some crazy adventures together these last few weeks.”

“Sometimes you wanna go where no one knows your name.”

“Is that name supposed to mean something to me?”

“I want to do things with you. Fully clothed, sober, in daylight hours.”

“Look, you obviously really care about this girl and that scares you, so you sabotage yourself.”

“How about you just stop sulking and go win her back, dummy?”

“I'm cynical, and I'm possessive, and I can sometimes fly off the handle. I'm not always the best at being not terrible. But I want to be better, I'm trying to be better.”

“Why do I always do this? I push away everyone I care about.”

“No matter what, we're going to stick together.”

“I'm no good with funerals. When I cry, it messes up my makeup and then I get really bummed out.”

“Okay, you're clearly in one of your moods.”

“Why serve dates and not have a place to put the pits? You know, some people just have no class.”

“There's so much to hate about what you just said.”

“Shove it up your ass with a spoonful of sugar, you supercalifragilisticexpiali-bitch!”

“You know, maybe it's for the best we don't get together that often. We'd most likely drive each other mad.”

“No one knows how to get under your skin like family.”

“You wanna check out this cool new game I got?”

“I know there's no accounting for taste, but come on.”

“There is no shame in dying for nothing. That's why most people die.”

“Quick, jump out the window, shimmy down the drainpipe and wait in the car.”

“When you don't regret the tattoo in the morning, that's how you know it's love.”

“I guess I was just foolish enough to believe this dumb world still had a little spark of romance in it.”

“Look, what happened back there is not your fault.”

“If you wanna go for a walk in the woods at night, go crazy, but I'm not going anywhere.”

“Look, pal, I'll pay the bill, just-- Just let us get you to a damn hospital.”

“Um, do you wanna talk about what happened?”

“Any time someone tries to love you, you shove them away.”

“I was this badass overachiever that had these big plans to change the world.”

“So, now you're just gonna do whatever a teenage girl says?”

“I don't need you to like me. It would be fun if you liked me, because I'd prove my parents were wrong to never support me, because I earned the admiration of an authority figure, proving I have intrinsic worth, but it's not a big deal or anything. Jeez.”

“You know, sometimes I feel like my whole life is just a series of loosely-related wacky misadventures.”

“When you think something isn't about you, you find a way to save the day and realize that it was, all along, all about you.”

“Oh, is that that thing where you strangle yourself in an attempt to heighten sexual arousal?”

“So, noose-wise, what are we talking? You use a standard sailor's knot or more like your average birthday-present bow?”

“I don't know if I want your jack-off kit at my house.”

“This is the part of the movie where you get your heart broken. Where the world tests you, and people treat you like shit. But it has to happen this way. Otherwise, the end of the movie, when you get everything you want, won't feel as rewarding.”

“Jesus, why does cantaloupe think every time it gets invited to a party, it can bring along its dumb friend honeydew?”

“When we know what we know about a monster like that and we still put him on TV every week, we're teaching a generation of young boys and girls that a man's reputation is more important than the lives of the women he's ruined.”

“I don't understand why you can't be on my side about this.”

“I asked you, really nicely, not to make a big thing out of this.”

“Why does it suddenly matter what I want?”

“All I ever wanted was to be your friend.”

“Stop kidding yourself. If you really wanted the simple life, you'd have a simple life.”

“Love is an illusion, and happiness is fleeting, no such thing as God, and all your favorite musicians beat their wives.”

“Well, I'm sorry that things have been so hard for you, but that doesn't give you the right to be shitty to me.”

“I can't be around someone who's just fueled by bitterness and negativity.”

“You know, it's funny. When you look at someone through rose-colored glasses, all the red flags just look like flags.”

“I wish I could just go home right now and crawl into bed and not have to talk about anything or explain anything.”

“I'm sorry I'm not the person I thought I was.”

“Hey, you wanna climb up on the water tower?”

“I'm really glad we left that stupid prom, but I'm kind of bummed we didn't get to dance.”

“Look, sometimes when you're an adult, the right thing isn't always the best thing.”

“You're the first grown-up I've ever met who actually treats me like... You know, a person.”

“I said so many things when I was young. I thought I was so deep.”

“It doesn't matter where you are, it's who you are.”

“So many times in my life I've done the wrong thing, but this is the right thing, and I have never been more sure of anything.”

“I've wasted so much time sitting on my hands and imagining what could have been.”

“If you are not out of my driveway in 30 minutes, I will call the police.”

“If you ever try to contact me or my family again, I will fucking kill you.”

“Wake up, captain dumbshit.”

“Now let's get out there and tell all those garbage rat bastard sons of bastards what we really think of them, once and for all.”

“If you're holding out for something better, well, I hate to break it to you, but you're gonna be alone for a long time.”

“Every day, it gets a little easier. But you gotta do it every day, that's the hard part.”

#rp meme #ask meme #dialogue prompt #sentence starters #bojack horseman

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My Boyfriend's Back Chapter Fifteen

Six Months Later

It's been six months since everything happened. We had a funeral for Tatum, Dewey and Randy had to have surgery, Dewey was more serious though. Mr. Loomis had Billy cremated, nobody wanted to show up for that funeral so it was just a quick put him in the ground. Mrs. Loomis never showed up. Her deranged son was dead and she couldn't even show up to help bury him. No wonder he was so fucked in the head.

Six months since Sheriff Burke told us that Stu wasn't in the house and had escaped. They searched for him for weeks and found nothing. I was fucking paranoid that he was going to come back for me. Tonight was the first night I've been home by myself. I was in my room working on a song when I heard something outside. I hesitantly got up off the chair at my desk and walked to the window. My blinds and curtains were open but I've learned how to lock the windows.

I walked over and looked outside. The sun was starting to go down casting an orange huel over the sky. I didn't see anything or anyone then the sound of the phone had me jumping and spinning around. I walked back over to the desk and picked it up. "Hello?" Silence. That's all that there was. "Hello?" My pulse picked up when there was still nothing but silence. I hung the phone up and then quickly closed the blinds and curtains,double checking that the windows were locked.

Then I made my way through the whole house to make sure every window and door was locked. I checked all and any closet…after I grabbed a knife from the kitchen… before I checked anything. I ran back to my room and locked myself in there and just waited for someone to come home. I tried to focus back on writing my song but the thought that Stu could be watching me wouldn't leave.

I must have fallen asleep because I woke up to a knock on my door. "Yn? Hey, you okay?" I rolled to the side of the bed and stood up, walking to unlock the door. "Hey, what time is it?" Sidney walked into my room. "Like ten. I tried to call to tell you the movie was running later than I thought but the pay phone I used wasn't working." That eased some of my anxiety. "That was you who called?" I asked. "Yeah. Is everything okay?"

I nodded and hummed. "Yeah. No, everything is fine." She gave me a skeptical look. "Then why were you sleeping with a knife?" I looked over to my bed and shrugged, "I heard something outside. And then I got a phone call but no one answered, but I know now that you're the one who called." She sighed, "he's gone, yn. Stu is gone and he's not going to come back. He would be stupid to do that. They're still looking for him."

"You think I'm crazy. Don't you! You think I'm just hearing shit and overthinking everything. But your ex-boyfriend is DEAD! He's not out there somewhere. He is going to come back, Sidney. He's going to come back and he's going to come after me! He won't stay away. You can think I'm crazy all you want and go on with your happy little life. Get out of my room!" She sighed and walked out, slamming the door on her way.

The next day I headed over to Stu's house. I don't know why. I guess I just needed closer or something. I also wanted to get my stuff. His parents have apologized profusely to not just me but the whole town on what they're son had done. I talked to his mom the other day when I ran into her in town. She had mentioned she and Mr. Macher was talking about selling the house. She asked if I'd like to come over and go through Stu's room. I said yes and maybe it is for closer and to get my stuff. And maybe it also has to do with those fucking polirads he took of us…of me.

When I pulled up in front of the house it all came back. Running from Stu, finding Tatum, all of it. Mr and Mrs. Macher wasn't home, which isn't even a surprise. I got out of the car and headed for the front door. I unlocked the door since I still had the key. Which made me think about the key to my house he had and that only set panic inside of me. I had to try and find that too. When I walked and closed the door I looked around.

The table that used to be in the foyer was now gone, the blood that had been on the floor where Randy laid after Billy shot him was gone, no stain left behind. His parents did a good job at hiring the right people to clean everything up after the police were finished with it. Then I walked into the kitchen. It was like nothing ever happened here. The message that was on the whiteboard was now erased and would be a forgotten memory. I walked towards the garage expected to see the little cat door still there but that was gone too.

His parents made sure it was like nothing ever happened. There was new furniture in the living room. The red couch and chair… gone like everything else. The spot where Billy was after Sidney shot him in the head was spotless. You wouldn't even know that someone laid there dead with a bullet between the eyes. Not unless you were there when and after it happened. I stopped and stared at the spot where I last saw Stu. He had been there. He laid there not breathing or at least that's what I thought.

I cried because I thought he was dead. I hated him for what he had done. For what he had put me through. For helping Billy and for being so easily talked into shit. But I was still in love with him and seeing him like that broke me more than him trying to kill me. I took a deep breath and headed down the hall back to the stairs. Wonder if they found those creep fucing dolls. Especially the ones that were displayed in a similar way Casey and Steve were found. When I got to his room I paused before walking in and looking around, then I just sat on the edge of the bed and cried.

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Actually, woe, an incomplete list of fanfic ideas I eventually want to write be upon ye

( Technically under the list of things that belong in the continuality of Floriography for the Recursive Funeral but 9 times out of 10 can stand on their own without it )

Tang going to work in geoponics like she told Cal she would during the pixie bean event , except now its a week later and she's at an emotional low and her hair is a knotted mess all of the smells, and sounds of geoponics are overwhelming her but she doesn't wanna just give up because she should be able to ignore her feelings like an adult already, and she doesn't want to ask for help because she's not a little girl who needs help anymore, but one of the adults who works in geoponics told her that she can't go work in the fields with her hair loose and it needs to be in a bun or in a tight braid she can tuck away, and she's been sitting at the entrance to one of the domes for like 20 minutes trying not to have a breakdown when Sol shows up. Cue Sol knowing how to help without forcing Tang to accept it or make her like a little kid (even if the genuine and gentle affection that respects her boundries makes her cry a little bit, not that she wants to tell Sol that & they won't push)

Dys and Nomi getting back from an expedition pretty early in their friendship and Nomi's parents having been waiting for them at the depot and oh they are SO excited to see their Nomi Nomi making friends, they were worried that there weren't going to be other kids their age working out in the jungle, because it's so scary and dangerous out there and all that, and wow son you look like a bundle of twigs whens the last time you had a good family meal :) ? And Dys gets pulled into a family dinner at Nomi's before the stun debuff can even wear off. [Tentatively named "Loving Home"]

Teenage Utopia having a Teenager moment on the Stratospheric a bit before her 14th birthday / around Sol's first birthday, where she's upset about [something to mirror the pixie bean stuff that Sol later goes through but like the spin the bottle part not alien bean drugs] because theres so many things (read: kissing and dating) she can't do or take part of because the next youngest Earthborne kid is already 18 and the oldest Shipborne kid is barely 10 - But, luckily, counciler Besk is here just for moments like these! And as always, she knows just what to say and when she just needs to listen, and it really does help Utopia feel better. Thanks stars for that, what would they do without counciler Besk??? [Tentatively named "Special Age"]

Early 20s Cal and Marz watching some romantic couple their age doing something romantic and Cal mentioning Tammy and Marz just turning to him and going "She's been gone a decade Cal, obsessing over your theoretical relationship with a dead 11 year old is getting a little creepy. Like. Seek help. You're 24. " which. Cal does not take gracefully. [Tentatively named "Seek Help"]

A bunch of the planetborne kids keep following Dys around and he asks Tammy about it, and she has to explain to him that he's like catnip to the average 4 year old in the way that batman or dinosaurs are (can't get scared of anything, goes outside and has adventures all day, gets to explore ancient ruins and see all sorts of cool scary aliens, doesn't have follow the rules or listen to anybody). [Tentatively named "Newfound Popularity"]

Anemone coming to dinner at Anne's place in the first time in ages after her mother keeps bothering her about it, and she arrives a little bit earlier than expected and catches the triplets at the end of some sort of argument that she can't hear before its over. Things stay calm for a little bit and Nem keeps being surprised at how much her brothers have grown while shes been focused on the garrison, often not knowing what their hobbies or interests are now, especially prominant with Nimbus as the youngest. It all culminates in the triplets earlier fight coming to the forefront again, at the heart of it being each one of them coping with the loss of Kom and the colony's situation in a very different way and their relationships with eachother deteriorating because of it, all while Anne tries to get them to keep it together so Nem comes back again, and while Nimbus doesn't seem to super react to it and instead keeps trying to get Anemone's attention while he can. [Tentatively named "Family Dinner"]

I might add on to this list later, because it is Not all of the ideas I have, and none of these are ones delving into other chains of timelines or other aus (of which I have... too many concepts...)

#i was a teenage exocolonist #iwatex #god i have no idea what else to tag this as uhhh #wips #yeah that works

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vay99 · 1 year

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Loki x reader

I hated that I love you

Anime/Manga: Shuumatsu no valkyrie

The God of deceit and the God of fidelity, polar opposites, destined to hate one another. Which is why you're avoiding Loki as much as possible, while Loki, well...

"Oh if that's not the Queen of honesty." Loki appeared out of nowhere, floating above your head.

"And in all honesty, I'd love to strangle you right now because your timing is as awful as ever." you snap, picking up your pace a little.

"Busy? You? With what could you be busy?"

"Planning your funeral." you respond shortly, shoving his head away.

"Ouch, that huuuurt y/n." he dramatically bends over, holding his chest as if you just broke his heart. "But how would you survive without me?"

"Without a headache that's constantly following me like a dog I'd suppose."

"Oh no, you're making you way to earth again?" Loki groans, seeing the portal not far away.

"Yeah, because unlike you I use my abilities to help humans. Which means to tidy up the mess you leave behind every time you decide to visit your, how you call it, 'playground'."

"Oh~ So that means without me you'd have nothing to do on earth? How sweet of you to admit that you need me." he lands in front of you, squeezing your cheeks.

"I need you to stop touching my cheeks before I rip your hands off." you slap them away, escaping through the earth portal.

"Annoying her won't ever get boring~"

After a few days you returned, immediately searching for your friend Buddha, knowing that Loki will leave you alone since he can't stand the Buddhist God.

"Seems like you had a successful trip." Buddha jokes, eating his basket full of candy you brought him from earth.

"Sure, because making humans honest and polite is done in a week." you scoff, falling onto the green grass, taking in the scent of wildflowers around you. "I wish they'd understand."

"You still talking about humans?"

"Who else would I be talking about?"

Watching you with a piercing stare Buddha continues eating. "So you don't know it yet, mhm."

"What don't I know? Buddha? Hey come on, answer me!" you demand, trying to snatch the sweet out off his hands to get an answer out of him.

Since he won't tell, you've decided to just relax and enjoy the sunny day, before heading back to your room in the evening.

On your way back you feel that all the stress has left your body, that's until...

"Oh, look who's back~"

"I should've just stayed there." you grumble to yourself, wanting to teleport yourself away, but sadly that's Lokis specialty.

"Did you miss me?" Loki chuckles, standing right in your way.

"Sure, so much that I could cry right now." you say, trying to get past him.

"But I wouldn't want you to cry darling~"

"I've seen you make babies cry."

"Well, you're not a baby." he explains, as if that's something that should comfort you.

"You've got serious issues." you pat his shoulder before pushing him out of your way by this movement.

"I've been to Psychologists before, the greatest of mankind, guess why they all went insane." he skips besides you with a chuckle on his lips.

"So you were that! Do you know how much work it was to get them out of the psychiatry!?" you shout, knowing just how much easier your life would be if Loki would stop getting in your way. "Why do you always have to destroy my work?!"

"Without me you wouldn't have anything to do though." he reasons, telling the truth for once.

That's when you remember something Buddha told you once before 'The universe needs balance, where there's light, there will be shadows, when there is happiness there will be sadness, honesty and lies, love and hate, fear and bravery. That's what the God's are for.'

"I need you..."

"I'm sorry, what?" caught off guard by that confession he looks at you with wide eyes.

"I need you."

"Aww, are you finally-"

"No, I mean that I need you. You're the opposite of me, I need you to bring balance onto earth. It's impossible to make all humans honest and polite, without you this world wouldn't work!"

"So..." he blinks a few times, sorting the new information he just got. "You need me, as God of deceit?"

"Yes!"

"Not as Loki?"

"Where is the difference?" you ask, crossing your arms in front of your body.

"None, of course, I'm just joking." he laughs, flipping himself upside down into the air.

You're watching him in silence, wondering if he forgot what one of your abilities are.

"Loki? Even though you're basically the God of lies I can still see if you're lying or not."

"You're wrong then." he keeps his act up, ruffling your hair to confuse you.

"I always hated you."

"You..." Lokis face gives it all away, no lies, no mask, just for a split second his emotions are clear to see.

"I hated you." you repeat yourself, watching Loki land on his feet again. You have told him to die before, yet thus felt worse because unlike usually you have a stern look on your face. "I hated what you did to everyone around you, and yet there were moments I felt as if I talked to another person. You're barely ever Loki gut the God of deceit. So go ahead and guess which one I hate."

"I am both so either way you hate me." he spits back, furrowing his eyebrows.

"The God of deceit and the God of fidelity are polar opposites, needing the other to exist. Loki and y/n have a personality." you start to walk past him. "Took me some time to realize how we fit together, so take your time as well."

Once you've reached your room you sink into the ground. "How the hell did Buddha know before even I did?"

Since that day you haven't heard of Loki, he has dissappeared info thin air. And you hate to admit but you miss his teasings, your bickering and how you knew exactly how to push the others buttons. Yeah, you did wanna strangle him most of the time but you never did. Each time the two of you threatened the other it was clear to both of you that this was not going to happen.

"If this is taking him any longer than I'll just smash his head into a wall until his brain functions again." you groan, done with searching through every part of heaven to find him.

"It only took me one day but I used the other six to panic." the voice you've missed more than you'd admit right now calls out.

"Loki!? Where the hell have you been?" you turn around, unsure whether to hug him or push him into the fountain behind him.

"I hid from you!"

"Thousands of years you came as close as possible to invade my personal space and the second I tell you that this could work out you disappear!" you let your frustration out.

"Okay so that's really what you meant and my ears weren't playing a trick on me." Loki rubs his temples before taking a deep breath. "Listen. I'm bad at this, you should know, out of all God's." he rubs the back of his neck, staring at his feet. "I think that the God of deceit and the God of fidelity work as opposites while y/n and Loki work as, as in a, like a us?"

"Yeah you gotta practice on that one sweetheart."

"Sweetheart????" he looks up to you, still a pink blush decorating his cheeks.

"Awww, this is already a great start!" you cup his cheeks.

"Okay, whatever." he resigns, melting into your touch.

"What's just happening?" you ask, watching the usually loud and sarcastic Loki become quiet and sweet.

"You made my personality take a whole flip so guess why I panicked." he mutters, rubbing his face against your hands like a cat.

"Yeah I'd panic too right now if you weren't so adorable." you hold back a chuckle, earning his death glare, which is a very mild from once directed at you.

"Shut up, your touch feels nice!" he whines, turning himself into a black cat.

"You really think you're gonna get more cuddles if you look like that?" you cross your arms. "You know what, there's plenty of kittens at Buddha's place, let me just-" you turn around to leave.

"No." Loki hugs you from behind, his old self again. Oh well, maybe not his old old self. "Why hang with this peace loving hippie. I will turn the world into hell for you to rescue, who else would do that?"

"This is oddly the most romantic sentence I've ever heard leaving your mouth." you laugh, leaning backwards into his touch. This will definitely be a rough ride, but at least with Loki it won't ever get boring.

#shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok #Loki x reader #Snv loki x reader #Ror Loki x reader

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Steve's life is going to fall apart, he thinks.

Dustin's away at summer camp, Nancy's left for college two weeks early. He has a late shift at six, a house to return to that's emptier than usual, and a funeral to attend at eleven sharp tomorrow morning. His mother is writing a eulogy and his father is cold and pale in a box in some back room of the funeral home. He can't get the image out of his head.

At half past five, he shakes himself out of the stupor he's been sitting in. It's been at least twenty minutes since he's last moved, but really, who knows — all he's aware of is his aching back and the sharp pain in his neck from the hunched position he'd assumed at the kitchen table. Steve's car keys have left an imprint on his hand. He'd forgotten he was holding them. The Family Video vest is in his car, tossed haphazardly over the dash, and he shrugs it on over his gray polo before he pulls out of the driveway. Robin's house isn't far, something he's glad for. Less time he has to spend alone. Maybe she won't notice how tired he looks in the quickly dimming light.

She does. It's Robin, after all. Steve can't hide much from her.

"Hey, Stevie," she says as she slides into the passenger seat. Her voice is gentle, the way she might speak to an injured cat. "How are you doing?"

"It’s pretty bad," he tells her, and it feels like he's confessing to a crime. "I didn't get out of bed until, like, two hours ago and I still want to go back to sleep."

"Yeah?" she asks. He can tell she isn't sure what else to say.

"Yeah."

"I'm really sorry. I know that's pretty much the least helpful, most generic thing I could say, but I mean it. I can’t imagine how… how hard it must be."

There's a long pause. Steve starts thinking they're just going to drive in silence for the rest of the time, which is weird, especially for Robin. It makes him want to cry, sort of — that she, of all people, can't find anything to say to him. Inadvertently, he grips the wheel tighter.

"We'll close early," she says finally, timid in a way she usually isn't. "Keith can suck my dick, I don't care. He'll get over it. And we'll go get ice cream, if you want, and then I'll come stay over. If that's alright."

"Yeah," Steve answers, and God, there are tears in his eyes. "That would be great." He's careful not to let his voice catch.

"I'm thinking 8:00 — we'll start shutting down at 7:30 and be out by a quarter past. Then we've got almost an hour until Dairy Queen closes, unless you want to go somewhere else?" Out of the corner of his eye, Steve can see Robin twisting one of the rings on her left hand. Like a gut-punch, he knows it's the shitty tin band, the one he'd gotten out of a quarter machine at the arcade and fake-proposed to her with. She hadn't taken it off since that day.

Steve pulls into the parking lot, and turns to her once he's parked the car. She's still fiddling with the ring, so he reaches over to take her hand.

"Rob, listen," he says. "I'm not gonna fall apart. I'll be okay." He can tell that they both know it isn't true.

"You don't have to be," she tells him, and through slightly blurry vision, Steve can tell she's tearing up, too. "You can fall apart, it's all right. We'll put you back together. I'll be here the whole time."

Steve isn't sure why it's a problem, but he needs to make sure Robin doesn't see him cry. He gets out of the car and turns away. He can hear her, four feet away, doing the same.

———

The shift, short as it is, passes slowly and in relative quiet. Robin feels too far away, but the little bit of stability they've found since getting out of the car is fragile, winding between them like a spiderweb. If Steve reaches out, he'll break it.

They follow her schedule exactly, locking the door behind them at 8:15 — two hours before they're supposed to. Steve isn't one to get worked up about things like this, but he's even less worried than he usually would be. Nobody ever comes in on Thursday nights. The only people that will know are him and Robin.

"So, Dairy Queen?" she asks as she opens the door. "Or do you want to go somewhere else?"

"Dairy Queen is fine," he tells her. Nothing will really make him feel better, he thinks, but ice cream can't hurt.

The drive isn't long, but it feels like it. Steve can hardly stand whatever version of Robin this is, the one that's treating him like he's about to crumble at any second. She's right, but that's part of the reason it's getting to him so much. If the silence was unfounded, it wouldn't hurt so bad.

She insists on paying, and Steve almost can't stomach the sweetness of the Oreos. Robin gets M&Ms so he can pick at hers, too.

"So, how's band been going?" Steve asks, just to break the quiet.

Robin tilts her head a little. There's pity in her eyes.

"Pretty good," she says slowly. "The directors always get super uptight around concert season, so that's starting to kick in. We just got our last piece. It's this stupid hard classical thing — Stravinsky, I think — fuckin' Russians. It would be awesome, though, if we could play it right."

This is the Robin he knows. Fuckin' Russians, he thinks. It makes him smile.

"That's great. What's it about?"

"Oh, I have no idea," Robin says with a grin. "It’s from the Firebird, and it has something to do with hell, and it's impossible to play."

"I'll have to come to the concert." Steve holds her eye for a second, but when it goes on too long and her smile shifts to an expression of sympathy, he turns his gaze down into his blizzard.

"Steve…" she starts, but she leaves it there, reaching across the table.

"Can we go?" He squeezes her hand and she does the same.

"Yeah, of course. Come on, we can go straight to sleep if you want."

They do — or they try to. As soon as they're home and settled, Robin in a pair of shorts she'd left there and one of Steve's old shirts, Steve much the same, they spread out blankets on the floor of his room and try to sleep. Robin's presence is a comfort, but not enough for Steve to get the coffin out of his head.

"Can you talk?" Steve asks, rolling over in his bed to face her in the dark. "About anything you want, I don't care. Just say something. Ramble."

She reaches up to put a hand on the bed, and he places his on top.

"I love you," Robin begins. "The other day, I learned that a quarter of the world's population has tuberculosis. Well, not has, like they're sick with it, but they have the bacteria in them. That's insane. Tuberculosis is up there with rabies for me, you know? There's a new outbreak of it that's resistant to the treatments, and I know it's not likely we'd get it here in Hawkins, but man, it would suck so much. Especially if it was one of those drug resistant strains. We'd end up sad little waifs like in the Victorian era and we'd die a slow death and there would be nothing they could do."

"I love you," Steve responds. "Can you come up here, Rob?"

"Yeah, for sure."

Robin stands up and climbs into bed next to him. He can make out the shape of her, squinting at him. Neither moves for a moment.

"How are you holding up?" she asks.

Only then, in the darkness, does Steve let himself fall apart.

It comes on slowly, but he knows it's coming as soon as she asks. He can't speak around the lump in his throat, so he just sits there fighting tears until she reaches out and pulls him into her chest. He breaks then. He sobs in Robin's arms for a while as she rubs his back and whispers reassurances to him. He feels like a little kid.

"Sorry," he gets out as it starts to die down.

"Shh." She buries her face in his hair. "Don't. It's alright. I'm not going anywhere, Stevie. This is what I'm here for."

Steve is hit with another wave of tears, this time a mixture of grief and gratitude. Robin, true to her word, stays. She holds him tighter still as he clutches her like she's the only thing keeping him tethered.

"I love you," she says under her breath. "I love you. It's alright. I'm here. I love you. I've got you. I love you."

She keeps going like that endlessly, quietly, into the top of Steve's head. Only when the sobs have slowed to sniffles does Robin stop, and even then, she keeps running her hands across his back, occasionally punctuated by a kiss pressed to his hair. There, cradled like a toddler against her chest, Steve starts to put himself back together. They fall asleep like that, intertwined, at home.

#stranger things #st #stobin #platonic soulmates stobin #steve harrington #robin buckley #fanfiction #june's writing

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randomingoftherandomness · 2 months

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Fic: There's something broken about this; But I might be hoping about this (Qiubing)

A/N: @snicker-doodles I hope this satisfies :)

Also tagging @xinyuehui 🐈

Title is from one of my favourite songs by Hozier

"What an ominous marriage"

"Look at that head of white..."

"--heard that the General himself requested this marriage--"

"Is it true that the other groom has gone mad from grief?"

Qiu Qingzhi knocks his cup of wine to that of his colleagues, accepting their congratulations even if he can hear the questions their smiles aren't asking outright. There'd been much gawking in the streets when he had rode ahead of the procession and he wasn't a fool to think that their invited guests would behave any differently.

The whispers reach his ears. Probably despite the best efforts of the lips they were uttered from. Qiu Qingzhi inclines his head before turning to direct a maid to check on Li Bing in their bridal suite.

He will tough it out for another half a shichen before he ropes in some of his subordinates to play interference with some of the drinking games starting up around the courtyard. He would rather not leave Li Bing to stew alone in their room. Well, Qiu Qingzhi thinks a little exhaustedly as he pours himself a cup of tea, more alone than he thinks he is.

To his old friend, this marriage may seem like a shackle. To him, it was all he could have ever wanted.

Li Bing had barely said a word to him in the two weeks he had taken to pull together this wedding. Hadn't even said a word about how the sanction for their marriage came from the Empress herself. Had barely acknowledged the gifts and dowry he had brought to the Li residence and was still very much in mourning.

Not even to say anything about how there was a tacit agreement to reduce the fanfare of the wedding procession, even though Qiu Qingzhi would have very much rather given him the mile of red and then some.

Qiu Qingzhi would have loved nothing more than to give Li Bing the wedding he deserved.

Instead, they make do.

In his wildest dreams, Qiu Qingzhi had never dared to hope that one day he would get to perform his wedding bows with Li Bing. Never, in a million years, even in his darkest days did he ever think he would be the one to hoist Li Bing into his arms as he crossed the threshold of his residence.

Li Bing looked beautiful -- looks so beautiful in red. Even in the simplest robes they could manage to pull together to not break taboo, all eyes were on him.

As the other groom, he didn't need to wear a veil, and for that, Qiu Qingzhi is grateful. With delicate gold woven through the whites of his hair, Li Bing makes for a simple and understated groom on his wedding day. But to Qiu Qingzhi... To him, he glowed.

"General."

The maid he had sent to Li Bing bows, stepping close to inform him that Li Bing had only taken two mouthfuls of the sweet porridge he had had the kitchen make. Now, that won't do. Calling over his subordinates, he asks them to help with the guests while he instructs his steward to get the chef ready to prepare any meals Li Bing may want to eat.

It won't do for his groom to not have enough to eat on his wedding night.

Tomorrow, he will send Li Bing off right to the city limits to lead his father's funeral procession back to their hometown. Everything red will be traded to white and as Li Bing's husband, he will follow suit and mourn just the same. Qiu Qingzhi won't follow outright, but he has ordered men to shadow the procession and will be tailing them from a distance.

And at the 100th day mark, Qiu Qingzhi will worship at his father-in-law's tomb. There will be a place for his funeral plaque at the altar in the main hall where Li Bing will call home. In due course, Qiu Qingzhi will tell him that they should move back to the Li residence.

It will be alright.

#white cat legend #大理寺少卿游 #li bing #qiu qingzhi #li bing x qiu qingzhi #qiubing #gab writes stuff #qiu qingzhi x li bing #It decided it didn't want to be angst :D #I can't help it :D #Spotify #white cat legend fic

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sanguinelupus · 6 months

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i know i'm usually only here once a week on the weekends anyway, but i also do tend to get on mobile a lot throughout the week. i haven't been, and that's because so much is going on in my life right now that the thought of getting online here just isn't even in my head right now. it isn't important.

while i do enjoy this hobby a lot, it is still just that -- a hobby. and i will come back to it when my life isn't so chaotic. that could be two days from now or two weeks from now...who knows. but i'm just letting you guys know that my activity (while it's already low) will be extremely sparse and i am going to prioritize established mutuals over new ones.

i am always on discord and everyone is welcome to message me there if you want to talk or yell about our characters. if i don't respond right away, please understand that i have a lot going on right now.

if you want details of what's been going on, it's under the cut.

at the end of september/beginning of october, our water was cut off because of the water company being absolutely shady and manipulative and lying to us for months prior, and we and to figure out how to come up with over $2,000 very quickly because living without running water in today's world is just not feasible, especially when everything else in your house is working completely normally. luckily we only had to go a few days without water, but the situation was just a fucking nightmare especially because on top of it, my wife and i were working our new-ish jobs as normally as we possibly could; she works 32 hours a week and i work 40, both of us work with children. i was on my lunch break trying to figure out how much water my wife had to buy when she got off work just so we could flush our toilets once or twice throughout the night. i was in my preschool classroom sitting in the floor cutting out laminated farm animals while on the phone with the water company who told me i had insufficient funds in my account when i was staring at my bank that said $2,400 at that moment in time. my wife had to be woken up so she could take cash down to the water company and they had our water back on within 30 minutes, but the stress of all of the bullshit we were going through doesn't just go away.

the week after that was also extremely stressful and overstimulating because of things out of our control.

the past week has been spent worrying about my cat, who has deteriorated EXTREMELY rapidly. she won't eat her normal food, she is constantly getting dirty somehow, her eyes are almost always stuck shut every day and i have to clean them every morning, she's lost so much weight in such a short amount of time and has no energy for anything other than sitting in the same spot. because we work so much, we have not had the time to even call a vet much less make an appointment for her. we managed to get her in somewhere on monday, but that means i'm having to miss work. i've been feeding her liquid/broth cat food and continuing to clean her every day so she can function, though.

the brakes on our car have also deteriorated extremely quickly in the last week, and they're being replaced today. getting an appointment on a sunday of all days was stressful, and trying to plan it around what my wife has had going on for work this weekend was also very stressful. my wife has had only one day off this week and still has to go back to work tomorrow after a weekend of nothing but overstimulation and stress. the brakes are going to be over $500 to have fixed.

my wife's grandfather has also been in critical condition for a while now, and they are expecting him to pass within the next three weeks. we will both have to plan for paying for plane tickets to the funeral, as well as mentally preparing for dealing with her (extremely conservative & fucking awful) family.

all of this is on top of me working with preschool aged autistic children, and things have been chaotic and stressful there too. i'm not going to be at work tomorrow when we're getting a new student, and whenever the normal teachers are out of the classroom, the kids are thrown off completely and end up acting out. but i quite literally just have no other option, my cat HAS to go to the vet. she should have gone last week, but again, we just have not had the time.

who knows what else will pop up in the meantime. i am autistic and all of this overstimulation is not good for my mental health AT ALL. my wife has been extremely depressed lately and all of this is not good for HER mental health at all. we are both just trying to survive right now, but shit will not stop happening.

so i hope everyone can see why tumblr roleplay is quite literally the last thing on my mind right now.

#that one zelda nerd is speaking ; ooc #PSA.

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whovianwatchingstartrek · 6 months

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A Whovian Watches Star Trek for the First Time: Part 061 - Baby Trip

Star Trek: Enterprise - Season 3 Episode 10 - Similitude

So the cold open of this one was shock to me. Trips funeral was not something I was definitely expecting to see when I put on the episode. Thankfully, after the episode does jump back two weeks, so they didn't kill off a member of the core cast off screen.

So Trip doing another neuro-pressure season with T'Pol, and when they're called over to man their stations. Enterprise is suffering a lot of engine problems, and an explosion in the engine takes Trip out of commission. Because Trip is unconscious Phloxx suggests growing a clone for a partial transplant purposes, and that may be Trip's only chance to survive. Archer approves, but is bothered with the ethics of it. The moment cloning got brought up, I figured out the opening was probably a switcheroo, and that the body would be the clone, not the original Trip.

Whether growing clones for the sole purpose of medical transplants is a concept and analogy for bodily autonomy almost as old as Sci-Fi itself, so I was really interested to see how the episode would tackle it.

Phlox being a really good dad is really wholesome, I loved his scenes with Baby Sim in the montage of him growing up. Apparently Sim can even access Trip's memories too. Sim is entirely identical to Trip in every way. We also got to a bit of Archer's parenting style while Telling Sim about his purpose. The actor who played Sim as a kid also did a pretty good job at portraying a subtle kind of sadness at the realisation that he's a clone.

It was really interesting to see Trip and T'pol relationship pushed forward even with Trip out of commission, and having Sim basically confess love on Trip's behalf is a unique kind of development. Sim has all of Trip's memories, but Trip doesn't have Sim's, he has no idea this conversation happened. He even gets a kiss from T'Pol at the end which is more process than anyone else the show has tried to set her up with has made.

After a scene where Sim saves enterprise from a predicament, Phlox figures out that Sim won't survive the transplant. Archer and Phlox need to chose between Sim and Trip, and the episode really starts digging into it's premise

Like I said early, this kind of concept is really common for Sci-Fi, especially when cloning is involved, because it is a really good question explore bodily autonomy, the definition of humanity and a lot of other really interesting ideas. Doctor Who's done it a few times, it wouldn't surprise me if the other Star Treks have done similar plot lines, you could argue it goes right back to the birth of Sci-Fi as a genre with Frankenstein. This episode does it really well, and it balances the issues of Sim's humanity and his bodily autonomy really well. I was expecting it to focus on one topic or the other, but that balance really hit. I wish we could have spent a bit more time on it, but, but episodes have time limits.

Archer is dead set on completing the procedure, so Sim starts locking down the ship, to run away, then realised he doesn't have anywhere to go. In the end, Sim agrees to the procedure, and honestly it's really sad. The only reason he agreed was because there wasn't anything else for him. His final scenes were heart-breaking. And I'm really glad we didn't see the original trip wake up after the surgery, it allowed Sim's death to be Sim's death.

This was a really good episode. I'd put it as one of the best so far, this one hit hard.

#whovian watching star trek #star trek #star trek ent #star trek enterprise #star trek: enterprise #enterprise #ent

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 2 years

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(Genshin Impact) Shenhe, Lumine, and Hu Tao with an easily distracted S/O

Hoo boy this one's been in the askbox oven since August 28th. Waited on this one till I could write Shenhe, so glad to provide! finally

Shenhe has had years of mental fortitude training to stop her from any kind of distraction.

S/O however...has not.

She has accompanied them into town for quick errands, only for S/O to get sidetracked for hours.

A grocery run can turn into an odyssey across the entirety of Liyue Harbor due to S/O wanting to show Shenhe around.

She doesn't exactly mind since this is a new experience, but she can't help but feel a pang of worry for their safety.

After a little bit, Shenhe will correct S/O on what they have to do.

If it gets any worse, she considers training them in the way she was taught.

(Shenhe) Is it possible for Cloud Retainer to leave them atop a mountain for a week straight? Hm...I should ask the Traveler if this is a good idea.

Wow. And Lumine thought Paimon had a bad attention span.

Hilariously, Lumine relies on Paimon to guide S/O back to their original goal a good chunk of the time.

As much as Lumine wants to have S/O get back on track and be annoyed at them, she really isn't in any better position to speak.

Once she sees a treasure chest off the side of the road, all bets are off if she goes back to what she was doing in 5 minutes or 5 hours.

So it's up to Paimon to herd two cats.

(Paimon) "You guys, the commission?"

(Lumine) "Huh?"

(S/O) "Sorry, this little cat is too cute to not pet!"

(Paimon) disgruntled sigh

Despite her antics, Hu Tao is actually pretty good about keeping on task.

Most of the time, if it isn't anything urgent, then she willingly puts it on the back burner, and doesn't really get distracted per se.

But her S/O on the other hand gets distracted by a butterfly.

Hu Tao tries her best to not intervene and let S/O learn, but she'll pop out of nowhere if it looks like they won't be getting back anytime soon.

Gently reminding them after a spook to get back to their task.

(Hu Tao) "BOO! Hah, gotcha?"

(S/O) "GAH! Hu Tao, when did you get here?"

(Hu Tao) "Just now. By the way, weren't you getting that paperwork back to the Funeral Parlor?"

(S/O) "...OH CRAP, YOU'RE RIGHT! S-SORRY!"

#genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #shenhe x reader #lumine x reader #hu tao x reader #shenhe genshin impact #lumine genshin impact #paimon #hu tao

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pigeonwhumps · 3 months

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Demonstration

Bug and Company masterlist

Taglist: @littlespacecastle @flowersarefreetherapy @whumplr-reader @whumpinggrounds @den-of-whump @painful-pooch @i-eat-worlds @a-funeral-romance @rainydaywhump @febuwhump

Febuwhump day 14: blood-stained tiles

493 and her handler take part in a discipline demonstration as part of an Ofpets inspection.

(493 is Maria during training)

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CWs: BBU, pet whump, no holds barred beatdown, implied past assault, shock collar, electric shocks, dehumanisation, biting, blood

"In this room is 134493, or 493 for short, a trainee Romantic," says Poppy Locke to Inspector Smythe, the Ofpets inspector, some rooms away where they're watching 493's room through camera screens. It's an Ofpets inspection, David's first, and he's been chosen as the example Romantic handler for the duration. He's not sure if that's a compliment or not. "I believe she's doing acceptably, although Handler Baines will be able to explain further the conditions of her training after this demonstration, should you require it."

Romantics today, Domestics tomorrow, Platonics Wednesday, Guard Dogs Thursday, combinations Friday, and any extra tours and miscellaneous paperwork on Saturday. It takes a whole damn week. At least he knows his trainees' medical charts and files are up-to-date and scrubbed clean, though.

493 might be doing acceptably, but she'd be doing better, of course, if she hadn't been left with O'Byrnes, her secondary handler, for a week while David was off on medical leave, and if David hadn't been shoved into this by Poppy, sending his trainees scrambling. 493's starting to obey willingly, and he hates having to discipline her when for once, she hasn't done anything wrong.

She won't disobey. He knows that. But even so, it's not fair.

"493 and Handler Baines are going to demonstrate the most common discipline technique. The trainee is in position two currently, if there's anything additional you need to see for your inspection let Baines know through your earpiece."

David enters 493's room. His trainee is kneeling, eyes fixed on the wall or perhaps somewhere far beyond. Her attention snaps to him as he shuts the door behind him.

"Good morning, trainee 493."

493 bows her head. She's not restrained, she could fight. She'd like to. Tell the Ofpets inspector exactly what it's like here, in minute detail that will make them ill. Or maybe just run.

But she can't. She can't, because she won't make it, and Handler Baines has promised that if she tries anything this demonstration will feel like a reward. So she swallows heavily.

"Good morning, sir."

"I'm going to punish you. What have you learned about punishment?"

"Discipline is a necessary and humane event ensuring the continued obedience and wellbeing of a pet," she recites automatically, words leaving her mouth without her even thinking them. She still hates that.

Handler Baines lifts her chin and checks the fit on the shock collar. He doesn't usually do that, it must be because of the inspection.

"I'm going to use it on all three settings, a ten second burst for each. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir." How could it be anything but?

Handler Baines presses a button on his remote and 493 grits her teeth as everything shakes. Ten seconds, she can stand ten seconds. The second shock she collapses to the floor, trying to claw at her throat, forgetting in her pain that she can't. She just want it gone.

In between each shock, he says something. Some explanation of the uses of each setting. That's what he said he was going to do when he explained the demonstration, anyway. All it does for her is increase the pounding, clenching anticipation.

On the third shock, the highest, her vision whites out. All that's left is the writhing, squirming pain. Even after the initial shock's gone, aftershocks reverberate around her body, and she twitches and spasms, in no control of herself.

She's slow to return, and as soon as she can track Handler Baines' movements he cups her chin in his hand, mopping up the pooled saliva. Someone's changed her trousers, they're drier and cleaner than they were even before this started – were they changed in front of the inspector?

"Position two, 493," murmurs Handler Baines, and she scrambles to obey, feeling clunky, head woollen. Handler Baines says something about the rules of the last setting, the use of it only for severe infractions and when she's a danger to herself or others.

Someone should tell Handler O'Byrne that rule. She's not a danger when she's already restrained. Shocking her to mock her and send video to their friends is not following the rules.

She doesn't think that many people do though.

Handler Baines is listening to something through his earpiece now, and looks quite unhappy about it. She'd like to be pleased that someone else is unhappy too but it'll probably just lead to pain for her. "Are you sure– very well, inspector. But this will be the last discipline you see out of 493 today, for safety reasons. Handler Abadjiev, bring in trainee 278569. Inspector Smythe wants to watch the most extreme punishment."

Handler Baines reaches down and pulls 493 to her feet, strange concern in his eyes that catches her off-guard. "Come on," he says, very quietly. "You know what's about to happen, trainee, even if you don't want it to. Make this look good and I'll make sure O'Byrne isn't allowed near you on her next day off."

There's a catch, there must be, there always is, but 493 nods anyway. She doesn't want to see what happens if she disobeys. For Handler Baines to look worried, this must be a severe punishment, and she doesn't want to make it worse.

The thing is, 493 *doesn't* know what's going to happen. She doesn't know. She doesn't know why she should know.

The door to 493's room opens and a woman walks in, holding a muscular young man by a thick leash. He's so much bigger than 493, and her heart pounds.

Presumably, this is Handler Abadjiev and 278569. Is he here to be punished alongside her?

569 wears a shock collar, same as hers, and as the door shuts behind the pair, Handler Baines stands back, in the corner. 569 almost seems to vibrate as he stares at 493, empty eyes boring into her. Measuring, calculated. 493 shivers.

The leash is unclipped, falls to the floor. Now it's just the collar in Handler Abadjiev's hand.

"That's your target. Pathway two. Attack."

Handler Abadjiev lets go of the pet and he leaps. 493 yelps, jumping backwards, but she soon hits the tiled wall, cowering against it, down, down, down.

No. She's not going to die here. It's been years since she learned how to do this, it's only a vague whisper in a memory that shouldn't be there, but she stands, trembling. She clenches her fists, punching up and forwards with one, pivoting on the spot.

569 watches 493 carefully, tracking her, before grabbing her arms and slamming her against the wall, face-first. She see the white fleck with red as her nose splits against the tiles, head bursting with pain.

She think she'll pass out then, but she doesn't. This pet hurts her, just keeps hurting her, she's not sure if he wants to or not but that doesn't really matter because he is, punching and biting, hard enough to leave a mark but not enough to scar.

She knows how hard a bite mark has to be to scar.

569 punches her everywhere, drawing blood with bites and scratches, and 493 draws into herself. It's been a lifetime of learning how to do this, she's an expert at it now, watching detachedly as 569 throws her around, her back slamming into the wall more than once. She slides down the tiles, a red smear on white following her down.

If she'd thought about it at all, she'd have expected to be unconscious by now, but she didn't. Her heart pounds in her chest. Detaching herself isn't working as well as normal, and she cowers against the tiles, screaming hoarse, desperate apologies because they're all she has left.

A whistle blows, and 569 stops, halfway through his next approach. He falls back, and Handler Abadjiev grabs his collar tight. The pet goes docile as he attaches the leash, saying something that 493 can't make out. She doesn't want to make it out, she doesn't care, curling up on the tile with a whimper and a smear of blood. She didn't even disobey, why... why was she punished like this? What has she done?

It's not fair. Or it is, because she's a pet and fairness isn't her decision, but it's still not fair.

She twitches, curling into herself. Everything hurts. Red smears on white tiles, red spattered and smeared over light skin. Red and white, red and white, black hair and black shorts.

Most of it's red, though.

She knows this, she thinks. This pain and this red, although there was no white then. But she doesn't know where from.

David bites his lip as he looks over trainee 493 angrily. This is why he didn't want to demonstrate this particular punishment on her. There's related trauma somewhere in there that he'd rather avoid at this stage of training.

"If your insistence on this demonstration means my trainee becomes unusable I want it noted I was against the idea," he mutters into his earpiece. He thinks they might want to go over 493's fighting skills, though. Maybe send a clip to her prospectives. They might want something done about it.

"Noted," replies Poppy. David ignores anything else that is said. His priority is his trainee now. He picks up his radio.

"I need medics with a gurney in room 45. And cleaners."

493 needs proper treatment to make sure she doesn't scar. And they need to clean this room, it's absolutely covered in blood. He probably has some on himself, too.

He approaches his trainee and crouches in front of her. He lifts her head gently by the chin, studying her eyes. She looks down quickly.

"I'm sorry."

"No you're not," she breathes. "What did I do wrong, sir? Please, I don't remember disobeying so badly, please tell me what I did wrong."

"Don't disagree, don't talk back, and don't ask for things. I'll forgive the infractions today as you're so clearly out of it, but that won't be the case as your training progresses." He pauses for a beat, and then adds, "But you did nothing wrong to warrant that. You're a good girl, 493. Inspector Smythe just wanted a demonstration of the discipline methods, and you were the subject."

"Yes, sir."

He stands as the medics enter the room, letting them do their job. As they're about to wheel her out of the room, he stops them.

"Treat her gently. Give her a blanket. This punishment was a demonstration, she's done nothing wrong, and I don't want her taking the wrong message away from this."

After all, she needs to learn that good behaviour will be rewarded, and bad behaviour will be punished. She needs that drilled down to her bones. And if she's punished like this for no reason and then treated as a disobedient trainee in medical, that could set her back a long way.

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