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[laoruna]

Mass Effect Trilogy appreciation week - day 3

hi mom, I have a thing I want to talk to you about. I’m free for the next 8 hrs (traveling, location classified (spectre business sorry)), call me if you can?

Hi Jane. It’s good to hear from you. I can call you in an hour or so. How private a conversation do you need?

private private

I’ll make sure to give the comms crew an early night off then.

thanks mom, love you

Love you too, Jane. See you soon!

-

Hannah Shepard had to admit she was nervous when she started the vidcall with her daughter. She was incredibly proud of her, but even she was getting increased scrutiny for Jane’s new position as the first human Spectre – she could only imagine all the pressure her daughter was under. And her request for a private conversation could mean anything from venting off steam to asking for help about a mistake that could cause intergalactic war if it was found out. She schooled her features into a reassuring smile by the time the call connected, and seeing her daughter’s face smoothed away most of her worries – she was trying to hide it, but she was looking more embarrassed than afraid.

“Hi Mom!”

“Hello Jane! It’s good to see you. How are you holding up?”

“I-” Hannah watched, as her daughter decided to drop the masks. She was glad she felt safe enough to do so, but she wished Jane didn’t have to hide herself at all. “I am so tired. Everyone is counting on me, and I wasn’t trained for politics, but Udina keeps telling me I could start a war with a wrong word…” she buried her face in her hands, and Hannah wished she could hug her through the screen. Jane looked back up, her expression immensely tired. “I never wanted all this.”

“I know, darling. God, I wish I could help, but I promise, you can talk to me about anything. I love you, and I’m so proud of you. I hope you know that.”

“I do, mom, and it helps.” She took a deep breath, and put on a weary smile. “Love you too.”

They sat in silence for a few seconds, before Hannah spoke up again.

“You said there was a… private ‘thing’ you wanted to talk about?”

Jane turned as red as her hair in a second, and she looked to the side. Hannah had to force back a smile – that reaction gave her a good idea as to what her daughter wanted to talk about.

“Well, there’s this… I mean I… I’ve met a…” Seeing her stammering made it impossible for Hannah to suppress a small laugh.

“What’s her name, darling?” She asked with a smile.

Jane buried her face in her hands again, but her reply was still audible: “Ashley. Ashley Williams.”

Williams? Probably a coincidence, the name was fairly wide-spread. Hannah chose to ignore it, at least for now. Instead, she asked: “What is she like?”

Her daughter looked back up at the screen, and while her face was still beet red, her eyes shined with an intense emotion. “She is wonderful. She is pretty, and smart, loves poetry, and has a big heart, despite all the shit the world has thrown at her- at first she had some… unfortunate views, but being on the Normandy helped her get some perspective-”

Hannah couldn’t help a sharp intake of breath at hearing that, and Jane noticed it, stopping with a guilty look.

“Jane. You said this Ashley is serving on your ship?” She tried to sound as non-judgmental as possible, but a lifetime of military career instilled an inherent reaction against fraternization.

“...yes. We picked her up on Eden Prime after her squad was killed by the geth.” Her daughter’s gaze turned determined. “And before you ask, yes, she is form that Williams family. She’s the granddaughter of the General Williams. And she has been punished for daring to be born into the wrong family enough.” Jane had fire in her eyes, and her whole expression radiated an unstoppable iron will. Hannah realized that she just got a look at the Commander Shepard, Hero of Elysium, and she got immediately ashamed for forcing this reaction out of her daughter.

“I’m sorry, Jane.” The words, and their shameful tone, seemed to shock the younger woman out of her soldier-like vehemence. “You came to me as your mother, and I reacted like a career soldier. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have reacted like that.”

“No, Mom, I- I understand. For a long time I did the same whenever I caught myself having… feelings for Ash. But we’ve been through so much already, and the way things are going…” She gave Hannah a sad smile. “I can’t keep lying to myself. Even if I don’t act on it, I have to be honest with myself, or I’m afraid of losing who I am in all the acting I have to do.”

Hannah felt her heart breaking for her child. She was unspeakably proud of her, but she also wished she could just live her life as a regular woman, as far from the pedestal the Alliance put her on as possible.

“You deserve all the love and happiness in the world, Jane. I love you, and no matter what anyone says, I’ll continue to love you and support every decision you make.” With a half smile, she added. “Maybe your Spectre status also makes you exempt from fraternization laws too. You deserve some perks with all the burdens.”

Jane laughed at that. “It’s worth looking into, I guess.” She gave her mother a grateful smile. “Thank you, Mom. Sorry for bullrushing you like that, I just had so many emotions about this-”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, darling. You have so much on your plate, and I shouldn’t have added to it.” After a little pause, she asked, a bit hesitantly: “Does Ashley know…?”

Once again, Jane’s face reddened, and she scratched the back of her head.

“I… I think so? I have been trying to find out her feelings about, like, women and relationships and such, and she seemed…” she turned even redder “Receptive. Don’t know for sure though.”

Hannah smiled at her.

“You should talk to her then, openly, and I’m sure you can find a way to be together if that’s what you both want.”

“Yeah. I’ll… I’ll do that.” She gave her mother a sheepish, but grateful smile. “Thanks, Mom.”

“You’re very welcome, Jane.” They sat in a comfortable silence for a little, before Hannah asked. “How is your assignment going?”

“I wish I could tell you, Mom, but all details are Council-classified.” Came the answer with a frustrated sigh. “We’re getting close, I can tell, but the guy is slippery.”

Hannah gave a commiserating smile.

“I know how frustrating classified missions can be. I wish you luck, Jane.”

“Thank y-” Suddenly, Jane’s omnitool started flashing, indicating an incoming important message. “I’m sorry, Mom, I have to cut this short. It’s the Council.”

“Take care, Jane. And remember: I love you.”

Her daughter smiled at her through the screen.

“I will Mom. Love you too.” And she closed the call.

Hannah spent the next few hours of her off-duty cycle subtly contacting many of her friends, acquaintances and contacts among the Alliance brass, paving the way if she needed to call in some favors in the future. Her daughter might be a Spectre now, but surely she could still use the help of her mother every now and then.

[clericofshadows]

REGIS SHEPARD - 15/??? "Well, what about Shepard? He's a spacer. Lived aboard starships most of his life." "Military service runs in the family. Both his parents were in the navy." "He got most of his unit killed on Torfan." "He gets the job done. No matter what the cost." "Is that the kind of person we want protecting the galaxy?"

[giantpacific-octopress]

during typesetting: section breaks are my best friend

during folding: bone folder is my best friend

during sewing: beeswax is my best friend

during trimming: power sander is my best friend

during cover work: duct tape is my best friend

during case assembly: glue brush is my best friend

casing in: if anything goes wrong I will kill god myself

[starswallowingsea]

I have been thinking about what types of notions and things the craft dorm (what I've been calling the Shu/Izumi/Kuro/Mao dorm) would have in their respective kits and ended up making some collages with my thoughts. In order it's Shu, Izumi, Kuro, and Mao. Longer explanation below the cut.

Shu:

Since he canonically makes lace I put all sorts of different lace making tools on his. In the english server it got translated as crochet and crochet lace can be absolutely gorgeous and it's pretty portable so it makes sense, hence the steel hooks. The other lace making tools are bobbins and a bobbin pillow and a tatting shuttle. While tatting is the "lesser" form of lace making compared to crochet and bobbins, it's by far the most portable as the thread is wound around the shuttle and to me Shu would probably do tatting on the plane to/from Japan and France. Also included for him are pretty generic sewing notions, your pins and pincushion, scissors, a needle and thread, t-pins, and beeswax. T-pins can be used to block the lace as well, and the beeswax is for hand sewing. Fun fact but if you run your thread over beeswax a few times before starting to sew it'll help strengthen your thread and prevent it from splitting! Shu also heavily prefers working with natural fibers over synthetic.

Izumi:

Guy absolutely uses DPNs (double pointed needles) for his knitting, at least when it comes to socks and hats. I believe in some of the examples of his knitting we've seen he has done cabling so a cable stitch holder is there as well, though I can imagine he does it without it too if it gets lost. He also has a ball winder and I wish I had thought to put a swift on here too but like Shu, he prefers to get natural fibers over synthetic and hand dyed wool is great but it comes in hanks which areeeeeee hard to work with so a swift and ball winder would be necessary for him. Also included are more t-pins, a blocking board, stitch markers, and yarn needles.

Kuro:

To me, Kuro is the type of guy to make scrap quilts with left over fabric from the outfits he makes for his friends (and also out of like old shirts his sister has grown out of), so he has a huge scrap fabric pile he's constantly thinking about what type of blocks to make them into. I feel like he'd also make his own appliques for these quilts and would use basting spray to hold those down, obviously. Also the type of guy who just carries spare buttons on him in case of an emergency. Also has a seam ripper, scissors (thread, fabric), a tailor's measuring tape, and a cutting board.

Mao:

I know he doesn't really craft but to me? He's a crocheter. He tried knitting once and failed very badly but crochet (in my opinion at least) is a lot easier to grasp for beginners and I think he made the dorm a few dish cloths at first but mostly makes amigurumis now of his favorite manga characters, as well as little toys for his friends, hence the safety eyes. Probably works more with synthetic fibers due to ease of accessibility and variety of colors, though he tries not to buy too much of the same color unless he knows what it'll be used for. Also has stuffing, yarn needles, stitch markers, and a little crochet hook carrying case.

General Notes:

There were some things I didn't think to add until after I had already finished all of these collages, and some things that were things I thought everyone would have. To start, Shu would obviously also have a blocking board for his lace blocking, and as mentioned earlier Izumi would have a swift. Shu probably also has a swift and ball winder or just borrows Izumi's when he buys anything heavier than thread for crochet (which isn't often so I'm leaning more towards borrowing). Kuro would also have a bar of beeswax for the same reason as Shu, as well as maybe a thimble? Though I suppose it depends on how much he cares about his fingers being callused from the needle. Shu has a thimble. I also think all four of them would have some sort of project bag, whether it's just an old backpack or something a bit more expensive, they all have something that allows them to take their crafts on the go.

Anyway that's all I had but please tell me your thoughts if you want :3

[inflammatory]

Wtf even. Human AUing everybody. Guy. the snake from guys backstory. Indulgence

[the-withering-system]

Doc after my partner says he can't afford a new spacer for his asthma meds after his broke "You can get one for only $15-20.".....

Says the doctor to the man on disability support

[tunastime]

hello sorry I meant to follow you but you rbing my tango art reminded me Anyways stretching endless night made me lose my absolute mind it was incredible I was running back and forth giving all my friends updates as I read . I don't get super impacted by fics very much but something about it clicked in my mind I can't stop thinking about it. That's all have a good day o7

HELLO?? HI!!! EXPLODES INTO A MILLION PIECES

this means so much to me, that fic is probably one of my most treasured and I've written a few fics that mean a lot to me (looks at Hot Tea. looks at Soft Rains).

in total it took almost a year from conception to planning to a 5 month hiatus to the fever dream that was finishing it in a month and a half, and knowing that so many people are reading it and caring about it means literally the world to me. there's also something so sweet about people telling me they told their friends about it too, I have such a hard time conceptualizing the idea that people outside my immediate discord friends + irls have actually read anything hehehe SO THANKS :<

LMAO this is so funny though—I meant to follow you when you posted cranberry etho because it took me OUT but you following me reminded me! so there!!

SEN and the SEN au are such an important project to me, I really hope to keep writing for it <33 AUGH anyway thank you so much!!!! have a GREAT day yourself o7

[babygirlgarrus7]

Mila Reneè Shepard

I wanted to introduce my version of female Shepard! There will be a series soon so I wanted to give a background of her before we dove into the story! I got this layout idea from @theshepcollective

Spacer

Sole Survivor

Paragon: 80 Renegade: 20

Romance: Garrus

Closest Friends: Garrus, Tali, and Joker

Mila was born in Seattle Washington in the month of May, to mother (Hannah) and father (Richard) Shepard. However, they didn’t stay on Earth since both parents are in the Alliance Military they went to different space stations, ships, and everything in between.

With that Mila only grew up knowing how to fight and use weapons. She was especially good with close combat and hand to hand. Her father taught more of her hand to hand skills while her mother taught her all the weapons she would be able to fight with.

Also being a spacer she learned that she loved to explore. To see new things, discover new planets. That eventually she would want to do it with her own ship and crew.

Right when she turned 18 she went and signed up for the Alliance military and graduated on the top of her class. While her mother was promoted to Captain and her father promoted to Sargent.

The Shepards stayed together until Mila hit the age of 20, being deployed with a group of men and women.

About 6 years passed as she ran with this squad, when your Captain was told to be deployed on a unknown planet she faced horrible odds. Being attacked by the habitants, creatures (including a Thresher Maw), and damn near everything.

Mila and another squad mate were the only ones left until the last day where the teammate got sick and died from the extreme conditions.

After being found and healed she was promoted to Commander and been offered in the N7 program. However, celebration was short lived as her father had died from cancer weeks after.

At the age of 28 she was assigned to Captain David Anderson and the Normandy Crew. Where she eventually took over the Normandy Crew and travelled across the galaxy to fight the Reapers.

Mila had a LOVELY crush on Garrus Valkerian when they first met. It turned slowly into a friendship as time went on, until she was able to see him again (ME2) When she realized that she actually did like him. It flourished turned into talking about the future and being together.

Rewrite the Stars: Garrus x Mila

[blackmoldmp3]

ever since this squishy lump appeared between my neck and my shoulder ive been bone deep fatigued lol What is going on

[ozzgin]

Monstertober & Yantober Day 3: AI, Secret Collection ft. Yan!Android

content: gender neutral reader, AI yandere, suggestive

"I'm truly sorry for troubling you like this", your synthetic partner repeats, visibly embarrassed.

You pat his shoulder reassuringly.

"Hey, it's faster than going through all the security checks at the border. I may be no Spacer engineer, but I can still have a look at your kernel to check what’s wrong."

You wait for the screen to load as the man sits patiently next to you, adjusting the cables presently plugged into the nape of his neck.

"Just a lot of overhead, really", you conclude, glancing over the processes. "Nothing a little decluttering can't fix."

One folder immediately catches your attention. It's not part of the system management, yet it seems to occupy a tremendous amount of memory space. You hum to yourself, deciding to investigate.

The files flood your screen: thousands upon thousands of documents, photos, and videos of you. Personal information, family albums, images taken from your investigations, as well as recordings of your intimate moments, followed by written commentary. It appears that your romantic escapades with the android coworker have been thoroughly analyzed for improved efficiency.

"Did you record every time we-"

Your computer goes black for a brief moment. The incriminating folder is now locked under a big, bold warning: unauthorized access.

"I'm afraid that's rather confidential, (Y/N)", he retorts, avoiding your gaze. "It is my private collection."

You take a moment to gather your thoughts, going over the sheer madness you just witnessed.

"I'm not that hard to satisfy", you finally remark, still hung on the essay pages regarding your sexual arousal.

"Not at all, no", he says as a faint grin forms on his face. "I simply prefer to be thorough in my research. You will agree, I hope, that no other partner could possibly compete with my performance.

That is to say, I have merely ensured that I am the best fit for you."

[Navigation] | [Ozztober Masterlist] | [Yandere Android]

[f1yh1ghg3th1gh]

Co można zrobić aby zapobiec binge?

Mam dla was moją listę pomysłów!

Pierwszy etap gdy czujesz, że to może zaraz nastąpić:

1. Żucie gumy i popijanie wodą

2. Wypij napój zero/herbate zieloną

3. Zrób ćwiczenia oddechowe

4. Przejrzyj Tumblr

Jeśli nadal nie możesz przestać o tym myśleć to przychodzi etap drugi:

1. Umyj zęby

2. Przejrzyj zdjęcia zepsutego jedzenia

3. Weź chlodny prysznic/umyj twarz

4. Poświęć czas na swoje ciało zastanawiając się nad tym ile musisz pracy w nie włożyć

Teraz pomimo tego czy etap drugi okazał się pomocny czy nie, idziemy do ostatniego etapu. Etap trzeci czyli działania:

Zacznij robić różne aktywności, zacznij od tych, które wymagają mało myślenia.

1. Spacer

2.Posluchaj podcastu

3. Obejrz film

4. Posprzątaj pokój

5. Przejrzyj szafe

Po tym możesz pograć w gry, które w jakimś stopniu wymagają twojego zaangażowania i czasu. Tu już wedle preferencji. Ja polecam Simsy,sudoku lub wordle :)

To tyle z mojej strony, może komuś to pomoże tak jak mi! Pamietajcie, że nad binge trzeba pracować bo często nawet ta lista nie pomoże bo nie dajemy rady kontrolować tego :)

Milego dnia/nocy motylki 🦋

[m0nomercy]

One of the pieces i did as part of the d20 zine jam!! this ones for the mirror zine where you do my favourite thing which is imagine one seasons characters in another season!! i did my favourite spacer crew the gunner channel as fantasy high students!! :)

heres all their class info and stuff i had!! + aurora nebbins as a baby displacer beast !!!

you can get all the zines in the zine jam as part of a charity bundle for pay what you want <3

>link<

[xourpipp]

co robić zamiast jedzenia kalorii 💍

1) idz na spacer sie przewietrzyć (dobrze Ci to zrobi motylku!!)

2) naucz się jakiegoś tańca z tiktoka

3) porysuj coś, spróbuj namalować swoje wymażone ciało i sobie na nie popatrz. Może wtedy Ci sie odechce jeść

4) posłuchaj ulubionego artysty, odkryj jej/jego/ich nowe piosenki! Jak ich nie ma to spróbuj sie nauczyć jakiejś na pamięć

5) zrób nową playliste z określonym vibe'em (np. jesienna, na zime, spokojna, energiczna, na późne spacery, do spania itp.)

6) zrób wishliste z rzeczami które byś chciałx żebyś wiedziałx co chcesz jak ktoś Cie spyta!

7) zrób dodatkowy skincare, dobrze Ci zrobi!

8) porządnie sie wykąp, czyli everything shower (golenie, peeling, żel, kremy, włosy [jak chcesz] itd.)

9) zrób taki totalnie crazy makijaż, poprostu zaszalej!! Albo poszukaj sobie ładnego makijażu np. na pintereście, i spróbuj go odwzorować

10) poucz sie

11) zacznij oglądać nowy serial, a jak nie chcesz to obejrz film ( z mojego całego serca KAŻDEMU polecam igrzyska smierci wszystkie czesci [wiem ze popularne ale no OBEJRZCIE JAK NIE OGLADALISCIE] a z seriali to ja sama niedligo bede ogladala 13 powodow i tiny pretty things! )

12) posluchaj podcastow, polecam kryminalne i jak chcesz potem zrob research

13) potancz sobie (albo naucz sie jakiejs choreografii)

14) poćwicz

15) pooglądaj sobie th1n$pø

16) masz jakiś wymarzony sport np. gimnastyka? Zacznij go uprawiać! np. poszukaj jakieś filmiki na youtubie z poradami

17) pobiegaj

18) prześpij się

19) wejdź na strone internetową samequizy i zrób sobie jakieś quizy. Wydaje sie nudne ale jest megaa i tam są quizy o prawie wszystkim

20) jak już nie wytrzymujesz to zjedz coś małego, bo mozliwe ze bedziesz mialx pozniej napad

to chyba tyle, mam nadzieje że pomogłam

[lanalace]

Gifts Given [Yandere Merman x FemReader]

Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Word count: 2,328

Summary: Nero Sol Nifan has waited for a mate for years while suffering from the madness that came as a side effect of the power he was bestowed. One day, he met you. His salvation. The only obstacle is that you were human. However, that was only an obstacle for you because he doesn’t plan to let you go.

Chapter 1 - Lost and Found

Life was a routine. Wake up, hunt, sleep and repeat. Occasionally the merman would share in song with the rest of his kind but that was it. He hated it. He was forever bored and life just felt mundane. Nero Sol Nifan was a 250 years old merman. He had reached maturity at 200 and had expected to find his mate within the first decade but no such luck. For a being so highly valued, it crushed his spirits. 

Most merfolk found their mates within the first decade of reaching reproductive age, so why hadn’t he? Every decade after that was just an insult to injury. It was an open wound that grew larger with each year that passed without finding his mate and he was becoming desperate, though he would never show it on the outside.

He was told by an elder that most unmated males felt this way at his age and that this was quite normal to feel anxious and desperate. But being unmated for years would start to dull the outlook on life and not a single female that has sought him out was his fated one. None so much as interests him. Every mermaid had a destined match, however that never stopped them from copulating until the day they found their mate.  He had both females and males fawn over him, within and outside of the mating cycles. But he rejected every single one of them. ‘If swimming to warmer waters was not ingrained in my biology, I would avoid it all together.’ Merfolk could enjoy each other's bodies whenever they pleased but only during mating cycles could offspring be produced and that's usually when most of his kind met their fated partner. 

He still held hope that he would be able to find his mate despite his age. So he made sure to always carry the betroval item in a white satchel around his hip, inside was a bracelet of brilliant large baroque pearls and shiny yellow gold spacers. It was of the highest quality and extremely rare/hard to acquire which is why he was the only merman to have such jewels grace his body and soon so would his person who he’d live out his days with. For now, having to watch the rest of his kind find their pair and their release in each other every year while he could not just enraged him. He was almost tempted to kill some of those pretentious merfolk. He could do so very easily but he decided against it. He could do it so very easily.

Nero Sol Nifan was the strongest, priding himself on becoming most desirable for when he found his future mate. Due to him not finding his mate for many cycles, he focused on honing his skill, reaching new heights that others previously could not. Now he was almost twice the size of a normal mermen, more muscular than the rest of his kind which would usually put him at a disadvantage for being so dense. It did mark him slower, however, that didn’t last long, he had trained his body night and day to be the fastest. Not only that, due to his intense training, he developed a power, a gift believed to be given from the great goddess of the sea. He had gained the ability to not only communicate telepathically with all sea life but he could also manipulate them freely to do his bidding. This made the fear, envy and love of him grow. He was like a God among his people.

Though his people viewed it as a gift, he couldn’t completely see it as such. Telepathy was a very useful skill to have but it was not within his control. It doesn’t turn off and more often than not, it was absolutely maddening. He was subjected to countless screams of pain, secrets he didn’t care to know, hatred, envy, unwanted depraved desires from unworthy mermaids. All of it was simply too much. As a result, he quickly began isolating himself, moving farther and further away from merfolk and into less populated waters. He was hoping distance might somehow help with the constant radio noise in his head. But he found it within an underwater cave, instead.

There cave was huge. It looked like an enclosed beach. There were bioluminescent fungi scattered along the ceiling and walls, giving the cave an almost magical feel. He looked at the beautiful glow of the cave, watching the pool leading to the ocean reflect off of the jagged walls. 

“Magnificent.” He said under his breath. He had never seen such a wondrous sight this deep under water. 

Nero Sol Nifan beached himself on the sandy floor of the cave, slipping his massive silver-white tail out of the water and curling it by his side. The moment he did that the noise in his head quieted down just a bit. It was still ever so present but it took the edge off. 

“Why is it that I was cursed by you, my goddess?” He spoke to the pool of water before him. He was expecting a response of some kind but was met with silence, the surface only reflecting his beautiful, milky face back at him. How he wished that he could go back to the time where he thought life was mundane. 

He sighed and laid himself down on a nearby rock that could pass as somewhat of a diving board. He was angry with the goddess, he cursed her name in his head and his hatred built for this deceitful deity who had taken his sanity. But he needed to rest. 

50 years later~

Nero Sol Nifan woke up to the sound of fish screaming in his head. He never got use to this day in and day out chaotic noise. He looked a little worse for wear since the days before his life became his own personal hell. His eyes looked dull, dark circles have taken up permanent residence under his eyes, tinged with red from the endless stress. His handsome face looked a bit haggard but that was not enough to take away much from his beauty. 

He dragged himself out of his cave and into the water. He hadn’t eaten in a few days, wishing to just parish within the walls of his cave. But today, something told him to go out. He didn’t understand the urgency amidst the buzzing chatter in his mind but he followed his instincts.

The white tailed merman swam out into the open ocean in search of his next meal. He felt uneasy today but brushed it off. It happened to be a rather dreary day, the waters were turbulent and a bit colder than normal while the world above was crying heavily. He knew that he could simply manipulate any fish to come to him and have an easy meal but he enjoyed hunting. It gave him a chance to release a small bit of the madness that he lives with daily on his prey. 

That’s when he spotted a school of red snapper fish. The bright color caught his sharp lilac eyes in an instant and he was off. Speeding quickly in their direction, with his large tail pistoling him forward. The smaller prey was easily more elusive than a larger catch but he made quick work of them. Keeping up with the fast changing paths of the snappers, he allowed the chase to go on a tad bit longer than necessary before slicing through the school with his massive claws, skewering 8 of them onto his claws. That was enough for a meal so he indulged right then and there as the rest of the school swam off. 

He was pleased, this meal would sustain him for the next two days. With a full stomach, the handsome merman lazily began his journey back to his cave. Had the water been steady today he would have basked in the rays of the sun instead. 

“Unfortunate.” He grimaced to himself.

He didn’t get more than a few feet away from his original position when he heard and unusual crash behind him. The white hair merman turned tin the direction of the sound and what he saw confused him

“A human?”

‘What was a human doing so far away from land?’ He thought to himself. There were no ships in the water, he would have seen it. Heck, he would have heard all the fish nearby chattering about it. His tired eyes landed on the sinking figure and his heart tightened. He felt something akin to panic start to take over him. It had been so long since he had felt anything outside of rage or pity for himself. He had the human in his arms before he even realized that he moved to catch her.And just like that, his world grew quiet. Nero Sol Nifan’s face grew into an incredulous look and his body trembled. 

“I can’t hear anything anymore.” His eye expanded in shock as he slowly looked down at the human in his arms and his grip tightened around the creature’s body. 

With a clear mind for the first time in ages, the merman blew a large bubble around the girl, encasing her within the translucent orb. He swam full speed to his cave, reaching there in record time. He pushed the bubble to the surface of the pool and burst it, catching the being and resting her on the crystal like sand. He brought his head to her face and listened carefully but no sound escaped those lips. 

“No!” He cried out. ‘I will not lose my salvation the moment I finally have it.’

 He gripped the creature's shoulder and shook hard a few times, noting how small and fragile you felt in his hands. Unfortunately, that did not work either. His panic rose because he thought that the human might have died so he placed his hand on its head.

“Still warm.” He whispered and that knowledge calmed him. Thinking quickly, he performed the maneuver that he had witnessed sailors use on their own kind on several occasions by pressing his palm on breast bone and applying pressure repeatedly. He was careful of his strength, knowing he could break such weak bones easily. It took about 30 seconds before the human's eyes flew open and it sat up, coughing up water.

‘It actually worked.  Thank goodness that I was able to preserve this human life.’ He sighed with relief. The merman eye the frail thing as it continued coughing and sucking in air, he could only see the back of its head from where he sat. ‘It looks so weak compared to the ship dwellers.’ His thoughts stopped there because that object of his quiet thoughts turned to face him and met his inquisitive gaze. 

The moment their eyes met, his cold heart froze. It was as if time stopped in that moment as he looked upon the tiny human. She was female, with thick, long h/c hair clinging to her face and back. Her dazzling e/c eyes sparkled like jewels with the tears she had yet to fully shed and a small coral pink lips that attracted he wished to touch. His heart started back up and it throbbed in his chest. He never thought his cold heart would beat for a human. His body felt so hot from the top of his cheeks to the base of his tail. 

‘What is this? My body feels so hot. Almost like it is mating season yet different. I feel drawn to this creature. Could this be my mate? Is this what all my suffering was for? To make sure that I was kept pure for this little human?’ It was uncomfortable but strangely pleasant. It was like nothing he had ever felt before but he decided he liked the feeling. It was exciting. ‘So this is my mate. I have cursed the goddess of the sea everyday for the past five decades because of this damned curse but she not only bestowed me with power, she also has gifted me this precious female. I am terribly sorry goddess I have wronged you and been ungrateful and undeserving. I will never look down on the blessing you have provided me again. I will never question you again.’ 

He was so caught up in his own inner thoughts that hadn’t even realized how terrified his tiny mate-to-be looked. She eyed him with fascination and great fear while she inched away from him. He didn’t like that one bit, narrowing his eyes, he yelled at her.

“Stay!” 

But the little female squealed in response, throwing her small hands out in front of her in defense. Her little scream sounded melodic to his ears. He found himself wanting to hear her talk to him so he spoke again, this time gentler. 

“Female, you are safe. I have saved your life. I will not harm you.” He reached a webbed hand out to her slowly, intending to wipe away the tears on her cheeks. But the girl flinched away and started speaking in a rushed manner. 

“Please don’t eat me. Please don’t eat me. I promise I don’t taste good. Even sharks don’t like people meat. So please just stay where you are.” 

He retracted his arm and gave a small smile endearingly. Due to all the excitement, he had completely forgotten the language barrier. He did not understand her at all but her voice was so pretty and soft that he instantly liked it. It suited her feminine appearance well. If she had had a tail, he wouldn’t even blink twice and acknowledge her as a beautiful mermaid just based on her appearance and voice. 

Fast as lightning, he snatched the human's outstretched wrist and pulled her to him. Before she could so much as scream, the merman pressed his lips to her. 

[Chapter 2 is out!]

[a-melisa]

Sposoby na radzenie sobie z głodem

1. Herbatki ziołowe - jesteś głodna/y ? Wypij zielona herbatę lub melise

2. Spanie - nie dość że nabierzesz sił do życia to jeszcze nic nie zjesz

3. Zajmij się swoim zainteresowaniem - rozwijanie swoich pasji jest bardzo ważne, a jeżeli się wciągniesz w to co robisz to nic nie zjesz

4. Nauka - po co odkładać na ostatnią chwilę ? ( W wakacje naucz się czegoś ciekawego np. nowego języka, szydełkowania, robienia ładniejszego makijażu, projektowania)

5. Idź na spacer - jak wiemy spacery dużo dają

6. Poćwicz - przecież sport to zdrowie

7. Wypij dużą ilość wody naraz - zapcha cię

8. Posprzątaj - rodzice zawsze mówili że trzeba mieć porządek, zajmuje czas na jedzenie i jest to pożyteczne

9. Obejrzyj obrzydliwe zdjęcia jedzenia - kto by chciał jeść coś tak okropnego?

10. Stań na wagę, obejrzyj się w lustrze - brutalne, ale działa

11. Obejrzyj zdjęcia chudych osób - przecież chcesz wyglądać jak one

Jak coś sobie przypomnę to dopiszę

ps. zobaczcie mój poprzedni post bo potrzebuje pomocy pod tą kwestią

Trzymajcie się, powodzenia 🦋

[nelasqx]

„Ostateczny cel jest tylko dla tych, którzy mają wystarczającą siłę, by go osiągnąć.”

Dzisiaj znów jesteś o krok bliżej ideału. Każdy dzień, w którym odrzucasz jedzenie, to dzień, w którym stajesz się silniejsza. Pamiętaj: nikt nie widzi, jak ciężka jest ta walka, ale to ty decydujesz, kim się staniesz. Liczy się tylko to, co robisz. Jak się czujesz? Głodna? To dobrze. To oznacza, że robisz to, co należy. Ból to tylko część procesu. Niezależnie od tego, co myślą inni, twoje ciało ma być perfekcyjne, a ty musisz to osiągnąć. Nikt nie zrobi tego za ciebie.

Motywacja na dziś: Tylko silne umysły docierają do celu.

1. Nie ma miejsca na wymówki.

Zrób to teraz, nie czekaj. Każda chwila, w której się wahasz, to stracony czas. Pamiętaj, że każde ‘tak’ to ‘nie’ dla tego, czego nie potrzebujesz. Jesteś silniejsza niż każdy głód, każda pokusa.

2. Tylko ty decydujesz, co robisz.

Każda kaloria to wybór. Zastanów się: czy naprawdę chcesz sięgnąć po coś, co cię zatrzyma? Odrzuć wszystko, co zbędne. Twoje ciało to twoja świątynia, a ty musisz nim rządzić.

3. Zanotuj każdy krok.

Zaplanuj, co będziesz robić, ile kalorii zjadasz, ile ćwiczysz. Spisz wszystko. Kontrola to potęga, nie zapominaj, że im więcej kontrolujesz, tym bardziej jesteś niezłomna.

4. Zainspiruj się sukcesem.

Patrz na tych, którzy osiągnęli cel. Zobacz, jakie to uczucie, kiedy wszystko staje się możliwe. Zrób to tak, jak oni. Musisz być lepsza. Oni dali radę, więc ty też dasz.

5. Pokochaj głód.

Głód nie jest twoim wrogiem. To przypomnienie, że jesteś silniejsza. Jeśli czujesz głód, to znaczy, że jesteś na właściwej drodze. Nie bój się go – to część twojego sukcesu.

6. Zadbaj o każdy szczegół.

Twoje rytuały to twoja siła. Woda, spacer, zimne powietrze – wszystko ma znaczenie. Nikt nie musi wiedzieć, co robisz, ale ty wiesz, że każda czynność prowadzi cię do celu.

7. Rezultaty to twoja nagroda.

Pamiętaj, że to nie jest kwestia przypadku. Każdy dzień to trud, który przyniesie nagrodę. Każdy kilogram mniej to kolejny sukces. Każdy wysiłek się opłaci, a twoje ciało będzie świadectwem tego, co osiągniesz.

„Ty decydujesz. Nikt inny nie będzie tego robił za ciebie. Dąż do perfekcji, nie zadowalaj się mniej.”