#Eclipsed deleted scenes

[sqarletsworldlesswandering]

Also, just for funsies, have a cut from the end of The Puppeteer that I snipped for dissonance. Fits in during their exchange of stories.

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“Weird to think the war-rhetoric started so young….” Edda murmured.

“Yeah….” Aven snorted. “I seem to recall our Paladin objecting when one of the Thy’ndra’s first started telling the story. Thought we were too young - and he was right. Didn’t stop the priest though. Scared more than just us littles.”

“Oh?” Edda grinned.

“The Trochil our Paladin was training looked terrified too - and he’d heard the story before!”

“Pffft-” Edda sighed, chuckling. “I shouldn’t laugh. That’s scary to be told so little. Pretty sure my reaction was an exception.”

“What, did you wanna fight it?”

“I thought it was cool. Our version was different, but even then. Pretty sure I worried our warden with that one.”

“A menace since your little years, I see, oof-”

[strangechildproductions]

Deleted Scene from Oh Captain My Captain

This is in reference to the non-canon chapter ( The stalker), it's not long enough for it's own chapter but I really liked Max in this part so have it here. TBH there's a good chunk of Max and Edward moments in various chapters but there always the ones I don't post for one reason or another.

“ Excuse me,” Moon looked up to see a man, he stood up to look for the man’s daughter.

“ You’re early, “ the jester mused as he scanned the play room.

“Yeah, I don’t need her just yet, I was hoping I caught the other guy?” Moon hummed.

“ Eclipse? He’s around,” Eclipse got off soon though, and this guys was rubbing Moon the wrong way. Maybe he’d ping Max to come escort his boyfriend out. 

“ Uh I don't think so, um, I forget his character name here, he’s here when I drop her off, he goes by Solar Flare at Juniors.” Moon blinked in confusion.

“ I  uh. . . “ He was familiar with Juniors, DJ had taken there once but he didn’t see why Sun would go there, nor did he know why Sun would change his name, “ The morning guy?” Moon settled on, something told him to give this guy as little information as possible.

“ Yes! With the yellow outfit,” He clarified. Moon crossed his arms.

“ He’s not here. He leaves . . . early.” 

“ When exactly?” The man asked, Moon shrugged.

“ When his shifts over. Then he goes home to his boyfriend’s.” Sun didn’t live with Monty yet, as Monty had yet to meet Foxy. For some reason Sun kept putting it off, Foxy would ask if he was afraid Foxy wouldn't’ approve of him, and Sun would insist that wasn’t true. Moon suspected it had to do with his age Regressing and that Sun didn’t want Monty to know about it. 

“ Boyfriend? Oh. . .  well what time is that?” Oh wow this guy was dense. Moon unfolded his arms and held them behind. Hand on his fazwatch so he could subtly call for security should he need it. He had taken off security duty til after he had the baby. 

“ I’m afraid I can’t give out personal information about Staff.” Moon said evenly.

“ Oh come on, I know Solar Flare! I see her all the time at the shows! Surely his Male persona knows me and wouldn’t mind!” he insisted. 

Her?  Shows? Male persona?  Was Sun a Drag Queen? Moon considered the possibility and had zero issue imagining it. He was not into Drag Queen stuff himself but Sun would very much enjoy that environment. It had the perfect mix of Stage performance, dress up, flare, excentricities. 

“ If he didn’t mind. Then he would have given you this information himself,” Moon all but growled. “ are you here to get your daughter or?” The man stilled, then his eyes narrowed at Moon before he nodded. The jester fetched his daughter and sent him on his way. On his way out he stopped at the security office and knocked on Max’s desk to get the man’s attention. Max glanced at him, and gestured for him to start talking.

“ I need a favor.” The man raised an eyebrow, then turned full to him.

I’m not putting you back on the security list. He signed, Moon waved him off.

“ No not that, besides I’m way too far along for me to even want that,” Max nodded in acknowledgement, “ It’s Sun. You get here before he does yeah?” Max sighed in a way that gave way to how tired he was but nodded, “ Could you escort Sun to the daycare from his car for a while, a parent came by and was trying to figure out when Sun’s shift ended. Gave me creep vibes,” Max tensed, then nodded, “ Thanks, sorry to drop it on you but, “ Max waved him off, then cleared his throat before speaking.

“ You two mean a lot to Edward. I will do what I can for you.” He stated. “ Also it's my job.” Moon nodded, then left the office. 

Sun thought it was weird to find Max waiting by the entrance to the staff parking lot for him. He was holding the door open and scanning the parking lot. Clearly on the clock and doing security work. At first Sun thought maybe a car had been broken into over the weekend, and he was just making sure no one was loitering. 

“ An incident happened?” He asked Max as he passed through the open door. Max signed no, still scanning the parking lot as he slowly went back into the building then closed the door behind him, “ Uh then why . . nevermind,” Sun decided he didn’t want to know as Max turned to him. Max wasn’t overly weird or crazy like Monty, but he was quiet, and it was often best not to make him explain himself. Sun started for the locker room, expecting Max to break off as he passed security, he paused when he still heard footsteps behind and looked over his shoulder. Sure enough Max was following him, he was scanning the halls now.  Sun turned to him fully, slowly walking backwards down the hall, “ Did I do something wrong? Against the rules?” Max shook his head, but continued to follow.

 He reached the locker room and Max did not follow him inside. He would have been allowed to as it was men’s and he was head of security, but he respectfully let Sun change in peace. However, he was waiting outside when Sun came out in his jester costume. 

“ Okay I must have done something wrong Or something happened.” Sun snapped as Max continued to follow him towards the daycare.

“ Was asked to escort you,” Max said as he scanned the Atrium. Staff members were getting ready for the day.

“ Escort me?! By who?! For what reason?!” Sun demanded, turning to Max.

“ By Moon. A man came by asking for your information.” Max answered in his gravely voice. Sun felt his throat go dry.

“ a- a man?” Max nodded, “ Moon didn’t give him my info did he?” Sun trusted Moon but if it slipped out by accident.

“ No.” Max assured him, “ Do you know this man?” Sun swallowed hard, then sighed.

“ Not exactly . . .” Max gestured for Sun to continue to the daycare but he was pulling something out of his pocket. A small digital recorder meant to record statements by staff so Max could report incidentes later. Sun grimaced then turned. At least Max was willing to let Sun continue setting up while he explained the situation. 

“ Okay, so. . . I sort of used to do this thing once a month um. . . I performed in Drag shows. . . as a Drag queen,” Sun explained, Max nodded, unsurprised. “ He’s a regular at the bar I went to to do the shows, and so he got attached to my Drag persona, and between him and well just getting busy I stopped going to the shows.” Sun sighed, “ Then his daughter started attending the daycare, and. . he recognized me. It’s harmless though really, he’s just now infatuated with this persona,  but once he realizes that my drag persona is very different from my daycare character, he’ll get bored and move on.” Max didn’t look convinced but nodded. 

“ I will have a security guard escort you to your car when you leave, and one escort you in. If this guy continues to harass you, then I will have one stationed outside the daycare-”

“ That’s not necessary, he’s . .. awful, but he’s not dangerous,” Sun insisted. Max turned off the recording.

“ No risks.” He pocketed the device, tipped his security hat, then left. Sun released a breath of annoyance. But he had to admit it did make him feel better knowing he wouldn’t have to walk to his car alone.

[letgomaggie]

anyways i have so many thoughts but also i just want to curl up and cry about the whole patpran of things. pat really reached into my chest and yanked my heart out and gave it a soft lil kiss oh god 

(spoilers below cut)

list of things i find interesting:

the bag - the play inside and the overall bag symbolism

the watch! - the bandaid, the sadness of losing it, they will always have a piece of each other with them! 

the music - bro. tian and phupha gotta TALK to each other. the episode was so music heavy when it was just them and questions were left open ended and the music did the answering for them. to the point that there was a flute solo. (shout out to lan huan for the og flute solo brain rot). phupha my dude u are a stand up guy but this evasion of communication makes me want to shake a whole bee’s nest over you

the shoulder. the fucking shoulder. the leaning. the god damn symbolism. where is that one post analysis on colours. and where is the post analysis on stopping and starting time. i have connected the dots.

“let the audience judge when they see my play” OKAY P’AOF OKAY YOU ARE LOUD AND CLEAR MY FRIEND OKAY 

Yod is me by the way. I love love as well and I love their love so much. Yod is literally me. 

[puddle-nerd]

Our Little Family

Summary: The three of you were anticipating the birth of the newest member of the Rongloa family, though you might just have to reassure Spider just a bit.

Prompt #14 for my final submission for #𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬𝟏𝟒𝐃𝐎𝐋𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒. Happy Valentine’s Day.

Story Tags: No use of Y/N, Female Reader, Recombinant Reader, Omatikaya | Blue Flute Clan, Na’vi Culture, Na’vi Biology, Na’vi Language, Na’vi & Human Interactions, Pregnancy, Childbirth, Fluff and Angst, Spider is worried about the new baby, Spider needs a hug

Author’s Note: Originally, when I had first written this, I made it about Lo’ak’s future progeny with the reader but having to have some of these prompts be re-written after having my portable hard drive smashed during my move, well, Tsu’tey was determined to get more love this holiday season when I sat down to re-writes so we now have a part 3 for our Tsu’tey/Reader pairing for 14 Days of Love. This part’s not as explicit as the last chapter (Eternity) but it does involve details about Na’vi pregnancy, and it is my take on one of the deleted scenes we could have gotten from ATWOW had it not gotten cut. And since we only have the scripts to go off of, I got a little creative.

Na’vi Translation: Kuru – neural queue Muntxatan – husband | male spouse Nga yawne lu oer, oeyä’itan – You are beloved to me (I love you), my son Sa’nu – mum | mom | mommy Sempu – dad | daddy Syor – relax Tsaheylu – neural bond made through the connection of two neural queues

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A nearly six-year-old Spider nestled himself into your side and kissed the side of your rounded belly tenderly, beaming up at you as you gently ran your blue fingers through his short braids that he had insisted on having to look like his adopted father, red beads, and all. (Tsu’tey had remained stoic when Spider had initially asked for his long blonde curls to be braided until the Na’vi male had had his son in his lap and then you had noticed a telltale wetness in the corner of one of his golden eyes as he carefully, gently, braided his human son’s blonde locks to match his own.) Your little family had settled into a routine after you and Tsu’tey had been married, Spider sleeping in the shack you and your muntxatan had had built to keep him close to you both. The three of you all ate in there as well as you would have your meals as a family should and you did not want Spider to suffer when the Pandoran air was toxic to him. The metal cabin was situated just outside your and Tsu’tey’s wooden kelku so that there would be no more middle of the night comm calls and rampaging through the forests if Spider was having a really bad nightmare or suddenly fell ill. Or that one very small period of time where he might have wet the bed once or twice. Now, you both could get to your human son in a matter of seconds if he needed you during eclipse. Especially as you had made the permanent switch to your Avatar body just a fortnight before the official wedding.

You enjoyed these moments you had, when it was just you and your little boy; you cherished them very much. You knew it would come to an end too quick and there would come a time when he wouldn’t want to do this as much if at all anymore, so you pulled him tighter against your body and sighed in contentment, until a small cramp made you wince.

“Sa’nu?” Spider suddenly whispered, and by his tone, you knew he wanted to ask a question, one he wasn’t sure you or he would like the answer to.

You looked down at your boy with a warm and loving smile upon your sapphire-colored lips and took a quick breath of air from the little mask hanging around your neck while you cuddled with your son within his oxygen-rich shack. “~Yeah, baby?~” you asked in English as you were a bilingual family and were determined to make sure your son understood both languages. And, you had been playing around with the idea that when your son got a little older, you wanted him to maybe start learning Portuguese in order to honor his birth mother – Paz Socorro’s – heritage, the same way you all made sure to continue to honor Sylwanin’s memory. “~What’s up, buttercup?~”

The five-year-old (almost six, he’d remind you as his birthday drew closer (it was currently forty-three days away and counting)) smiled slightly at the nickname you had given him because of his blonde hair before the grin disappeared once more, his brows creasing somewhat as he pondered how to ask. He spoke in the Na’vi language in response, asking, “When the baby comes… will you love it more than me? Because the baby will be your real child.”

You immediately stiffened, your whip-like tail lashing out in a surge of surprised rage at that innocent query and snapped your head down to look at him so abruptly you might have given yourself whiplash had you still been in your human body. “Miles te Socorro-Rongloa Tsu’tey’itan, why ~the hell~would you ask such a thing?!” You easily manhandled him into your palms, gripping his bare torso and easily holding his small body up in front of you so you could hold him up to eye-level and continue this conversation face to face. “You are most certainly my son! You are most certainly your father’s son! I might not have given birth to you in this body or my human one that I left behind, but you are and always will be ours! Do you not remember the official adoption ceremony we performed in front of the whole clan on your fifth birthday? You are ours by blood!” You referred to the small scar on the palm of his hand that had been placed there by Mo’at before she cut both yours and Tsu’tey’s palms to perform the rite that would officially make Spider theirs in the eyes of the People. Ignoring another cramp, you demanded, “Now, who ~the hell~ put such a terrible thought inside your head?!”

By the way that Spider wouldn’t meet your gaze and the way he fidgeted with the beaded bracelet he had woven for you, you immediately put two and two together and realized he had been eavesdropping on Neytiri or Ateyo, Tsu’tey’s father’s acidic words against all Sky People. Again.

You would have words with either of them one day about their attitude. And while you realized they had reason to hate most Sky People like Spider’s biological parents, your son was not one of them!

“Sa’nu, I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad,” Spider immediately pleaded, brown eyes tearing up.

You immediately pulled the boy close, murmuring words of love and reassurance that you were not angry with him, that you loved him unconditionally, and that everything would be alright. With practiced ease, he spread his little legs, his loincloth folding beneath him as he rested his bottom on the top curve of your pregnant belly and you hugged him tight, smothering him in kisses. You were noisily kissing his jaw, his cheek, his forehead, his scalp when the airlock beeped. You didn’t stop laying smooches on the boy as your mate ducked his head as he entered the shack and spotted his family upon the couch. He raised a hairless brow, the corner of his mouth lifting at your overenthusiastic display of affection.

“Your son needs some sempu-love, right now,” you declared just as Spider noticed his father, your face immediately turning into a scowl above the blonde head of beaded braids. “Someone has been putting a nasty bug into his ear that we will love the baby more than him because it will be our ‘real’ baby, Tey.”

The unvoiced threat was clear in your voice.

Tsu’tey plucked Spider up and off of you and tucked the child against his chest and immediately rubbed his cheek all over Spider’s scalp, scenting his son as he sometimes did with you. “What nonsense,” he muttered softly, coming to sit upon the couch beside you, careful of his tail and yours. “You might not remember this as you were about a year and a half old – just after the Great War and before your sa’nu and I were officially courting. Well, someone decided to put one of my braids within his mouth.” You immediately cackled, your happy mood beginning to get restored as you remembered this particular scene. Your muntxatan shot you a look but continued with the story. “And this little boy ate two of my beads.” You snorted, remembering the absolute terror Tsu’tey had experienced, thinking Spider would choke and die

Years afterwards, it was at least a little funny.

Back then, you had been just as frightened for his health.

“Your sempu commanded the scientists to perform an internal exam to make sure you wouldn’t be hurt,” you added, laying your cheek upon Tsu’tey’s shoulder and pulling at a loose thread on Spider’s loincloth. “Luckily, the beads were small enough that you were only a little uncomfortable until you pooped them out.”

You suddenly winced again, as you felt another cramp within your middle, causing your face to twist in discomfort.

“Sa’nu? Are you alright?” Spider asked. You tried to smile in reassurance but another cramp, even harsher than the one before made itself known and you groaned slightly, shifting in discomfort. Your mate frowned at you for a moment before his golden eyes widened and he sat up straight with a widening smile upon his features as you continued to scowl in pain. “Sempu?”

“Your mother will be alright in a little bit,” Tsu’tey declared, “but first, your sibling is coming.” He pressed his comm microphone button and called out, “Suli, do you hear me?”

“~Yeah, brother, what’s up~?” Jake’s voice came back half a minute later, his use of English a surprise as he had been dedicated to speaking the Na’vi language more and more.

With a proud grin upon his lips, Tsu’tey declared, “Spider’s younger sibling has decided to arrive. We need you to watch our eldest, please, while we make our way to the birthing pools.” There was a rude English curse on the other end of the comm unit before Jake agreed and said he would meet the three of them on their way to deliver the baby and that Neytiri was going to grab her mother. With a word of thanks, Spider was placed upon the ground and your muntxatan helped you to your feet, his eagerness and nervousness palpable within the air, his tail flicking back and forth swiftly.

Waddling out of the shack after securing Spider’s mask to his face, Tsu’tey guided you through the village towards the pools where you would deliver your baby’s chrysalis under the guidance of Mo’at, everyone recognizing the pinched look of pain upon your features and offering their congratulations.

Jake and Neytiri met you when you almost arrived, his mother-in-law in tow, the two Sullys looking both harried and excited for the upcoming birth while Mo’at was as calm and collected as she always did. “~C’mere, kid,~” Jake called, scooping up the human child while the baby sling on both his front and his back were laden with wide eyed toddlers, Neytiri’s sling pressing her infant baby to her chest. “You are going to be with us while your mother gives birth to your new sibling – or at least the chrysalis.”

“~I’ll see ya soon, baby boy~,” you told your son in English before reminding him in the Na’vi language once more, “Nga yawne lu oer, oeyä’itan. Understand?”

The little boy nodded and watched as your mate and Mo’at helped you away.

The water was warm upon your skin after your mate helped you out of your clothing before lowering you to sit upon his lap within the spring. Mo’at hummed a song-like prayer to Eywa as you groaned once more, hovering her fingers over the large curve of your belly. Tsu’tey took his kuru and made tsaheylu intertwining the pink tendrils of both black braids together so he could take some of your pain from you. You groaned as a sharper cramp hit you and you reached back, intertwined your fingers with your mate’s. Mo’at helped to ease your legs apart and began to sing her prayer a little louder while Tsu’tey rubbed his cheek against your own in a show of love and an offering of his strength for you. You smiled up at your mate as best as you could and tried to even out your breathing as a wave of pain washed over your senses and made you groan out loud.

“That is it, child. It is time to start pushing,” Mo’at hummed, her fingers still hovering over your belly. “Tsu’tey, help her up into a crouch. It will help ease her pain a little more.”

Your mate did as he had been instructed and he supported your body as you felt the need to push. “Oh, it hurts, Tey,” you whined, clinging to him as you felt your body trying to expel your baby’s chrysalis naturally. He grunted as he felt your pain coming through the bond but grit his teeth and continued to support your weight while you began to push, feeling the imago containing your fetus starting to ease towards your lower slit. He held you as you cried out and worked your inner muscles to force your unborn babe out of your body, the golden cocoon slowly but surely inching its way from your body while your mate took your pain as best as he could and Mo’at prayed to Eywa while making sure you didn’t run into any issues. “I think I want to wait to have another one,” you whined through gritted teeth as you pushed once more and felt your baby finally slide free of your body and into the water below.

Tsu’tey helped to ease you back down into the water and onto his lap. Mo’at gently scooped up the chrysalis and pulled the embryotic chord free of your body along with the afterbirth.

The older woman whispered, “Behold, your baby…” You and your muntxatan gazed upon the amber cocoon containing your unborn child in awe. She presented the fetus to the pair of you, murmuring, “One of you must make Tsaheylu now, to feed and nourish your baby in the last cycle before its birth.” Tsutey and you unconnected your kurus and he carefully took your braid and attached the pink tendrils to your baby’s embryotic chord, the fetus twitching within its casing for a moment before settling once again. You cooed, feeling yourself connecting with your child before glancing up at Tsu’tey to see tears trickling from his own eyes. “~Look at what we did, baby~,” you commented, feeling tears dribbling down your own cheeks. Later that night, when you were able to be brought back to your kelku and your son was brought back to your side, you hugged him tight, kissing his scalp as he beheld his baby sibling. “Is it a boy or a girl?” Spider asked, peering closely at the golden chrysalis. Tsu’tey shrugged and cuddled into his son’s back, replying, “We will find out in a couple of moon cycles when your sibling is ready to break free of this shell. Until then, you will have us to yourself for just a little while longer.”

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Originally Posted: 14 February 2024 Word Count: 2,342

@crybabies-heart, @cryingwhilereading, @ikeyniofthetayrangi, @erenjaegerwifee , @bambithewriter, @lloreya

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[fuckyeahisawthat]

paul's crysknife

After looking at a million screenshots, I'm pretty confident that the knife Paul has for most of Dune Part Two is not the one Chani gives him to fight Jamis at the end of Part One. It's Jamis's own knife.

This is the knife Chani gives Paul:

It has a very smooth, almost botanical-looking curve to the blade, overlapping circular carvings that go all the way to the edge of the base of the blade, more circular carvings on the end of the hilt, and a noticeable wood grain to the part of the hilt that's not metal. The blade also transitions from dark to light very noticeably close to the base.

It's the same knife Paul sees in his vision--both the image of it lying sheathed on the sand and in the scene were Chani stabs him.

The most distinctive thing about the knife Paul uses in the final duel with Feyd-Rautha is its shape. It has this very noticeable sharp notch or bend about a third of the way down the blade that makes it look, for lack of a better word, kind of mean. When we get close-ups of it we can see that it has carvings near the hilt of concentric circles with lines running out of them, something carved vertically down the metal part of the hilt, and a much smoother color transition from gray to slightly lighter at the tip. He wears it in a scabbard that looks like it has some kind of design stamped into the leather all the way down.

Paul has this knife as early as the harvester attack, but he doesn't have it in the opening battle with the Harkonnens during the eclipse (when we see that Jamis's knife is still tied to the shroud around his body).

We don't get a ton of close-ups of Jamis's knife in either film, but what we do see...

...yeah, looks like a pretty good match to me.

This makes me wonder if there's a deleted scene out there somewhere where Paul receives this knife. While not essential to the plot, this would have been symbolically resonant, and would have played better than the scene in the book where Paul receives Jamis's uhhh actual wife and children.

It also means that Chani's great-aunt's crysknife--the knife that Paul envisioned killing him--is still out there somewhere, presumably with Chani, whose expression in the vision when she's stabbing him now makes a lot more sense.

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

dynasty

pairing: jake sully x neytiri x female omatikaya!reader

WC: 2.3K

warnings: pure heartbreak. not sure on the rules for the funeral process so i of course just made stuff up.

summary: it all fell down

A/N: fic inspired by this heartbreaking edit and also the deleted scene of jake and neytiri cleaning neteyam and jake starts to shed tears. my own gif (why does it change the format to a small square to the side?)

will do a part2 of mom!reader and neteyam in the spirit tree (if anyone wants one of course..,might still do one. we’ll just wait and see)

@alecmores my editor💗

been in the drafts since april 20

masterlist / jake sully

It was like your world was just thrown off its axis, everything became off balance.

The waters were choppy, crashing and biting at your boulder, another thing trying to knock you off your feet and drown you in pain. Eclipse was high in the sky, and everything was shadowed in darkness as if the whole world disappeared after his death. His last breath took the last shine of light from Pandora, took the calm, and brought the storm.

Your heaving cries drowned out the noise around you, they mixed with Neytiri’s wails of eternal heartbreak. Your hands clutched Neteyam’s limp hand beside you, his knuckles cutting into your cheek as you waited with bated breath for just a simple squeeze, just a sign to show he was still breathing and holding on. But it never came, his touch was cold and lifeless, and his soul had left the physical plane.

Your blurred eyes flitted around at your company. Lo’ak beside you with his head down and staring at his bloody hands, he probably felt Neteyam’s heart slowing down and stopping. Tsireya at Neteyam’s legs, her hands holding his calf and she rocked her body as she silently cried at the loss of a new friend, Spider standing behind her. Neytiri was on the other side of Neteyam as she thrashed and roared, her wet pleas to the Great Mother, asking her why, why her son. And Jake, Jake who stared into the open space, body motionless and eyes numbed before they squinted in the distance and his head looked away to the lone demon ship.

“Lo’ak… where’re your sisters.” His hoarse voice caused a shiver down your spine. Your time of grieving stopped as you looked for Kiri and Tuk, neither sat anywhere on the giant rock with your family.

“Lo’ak,” your voice wobbled as you turned to him and touched his cheek, needing his undivided attention, “where are Kiri and Tuk?”

“They-” “Where are your sisters!” Lo’ak flinched at Jake’s raised voice, his eyes watering.

“They were on the ship.” Tsireya hiccuped.

You and Jake looked at the vessel, its stability looked off as it tilted in the thrashing waves. The both of you shared a look, you knew what needed to be done and quickly. Jake moved to Neytiri and wrapped her shaking body into his arms, his chest solid against her shaking back. You walked to your two loves, one who was in visible distress while the other was walled off at the moment. You had to shut your emotions down seeing as your girls were in danger and you weren’t losing another child tonight.

“‘Tiri, oeyä yawnetu (my loved one). Our ‘ites (daughters) are in danger, we must save them. They will not meet the same fate as our Neteyam.” Your hands cupped her cheeks, her hazed eyes staring into yours. You gave a kiss to her forehead before turning to the children, giving Jake a moment to break her daze.

As you did with Neytiri, you knelt before Lo’ak and held his face in your grasp. You looked into the eyes of your youngest son, the one who held the most qualities with Jake physically and his reckless behavior when he was younger. Tears slipped down your cheeks, you couldn’t bear to part ways from him, but he would be safe away from the remaining sky people.

“I need you to stay here with Tsireya. Do not come to the ship, it is dangerous and I- I- we could not bear it if something happened to you or your tsmukes (sisters). Wait for us to return.”

“But I-” “No!” You leaned your foreheads together, shutting your eyes closed and holding back the tears, “Please, Lo’ak. Just- just listen this once.” Your voice cracked at the end, and the thought of something happening to him fashed over your mind. “Please, do it for us, for Neteyam.”

You felt his head nodding at your pleading words. A ragged breath was released at the simple action. “Oel ngati kameie, ma ‘evi (I see you, my child)” A lingering kiss to his forehead before you pulled away and joined Neytiri on her ikran.

-

The sun shone high in the sky.

A new day has risen, but you weren’t awakened to shouts and cheers of childish glee. You weren’t held in the warm embrace of your lovers, their scents and gentleness didn’t invade your five senses. You weren’t being bombarded with tickles or bodies jumping atop you, pushing the air from your lungs.

No. You were back on the boulder with your whole family, Tsireya and Spider included. Kiri and Tuk were safe, Lo’ak was safe, Neytiri and Jake were safe and you were safe. The adrenaline of the situation has worn off, you weren’t in a life-or-death moment anymore, and the water has stilled. So with shaky legs, you walked back to the lifeless body of your eldest son, not by blood, but by love- by family. His chest was cleaned of his dried blood, a courtesy done presumably by Tsireya, the poor girl was probably traumatized from the pain and bloodshed that her tribe never had to experience before. You collapsed on his left side, watching as Neytiri held his head to her chest, her lips speaking into his hair or leaving kisses on his temple. Tuk sat beside her, her smaller hands holding Neteyam’s right one to her cheek. Her tiny cries break your heart, cracks forming with each hitch to her breathing.

Your own hands reached for his free left hand, it just lay lifelessly on the rocky ground. You touched each finger individually, and felt his palm, before bringing it to your lips and leaving ghostly kisses on the skin. You lay his knuckles against your chest, right where your heart beats. Needing to bite hard into your lip to hold back the cries and pleas, only silent tears show your physical pain. Bringing his hand back to your lips you whispered words wishing he could hear them.

“I love you, oeyä fkew tsamsiyu (my mighty warrior). You were our first blessing as a family and we could not be more proud.”

“Paskalin (honey).” Jake’s touch and voice pulled you away from slipping. You looked over your shoulder and into his solemn eyes, his face covered in cuts and scars. “Jake…” your lips wobbled into a frown, vision blurring with fresh tears, “I- I-” He shushed you, hands gently pushing your face into his neck, his lips caressing your skin.

“We have to get back to the village.” He muttered in your downturned ear. All you could do was nod and hold Neteyam’s hand tighter.

-

“We must begin preparations for his funeral. Jake and Neytiri will cleanse his body.”

You stepped up, “I am his mother as well, I will help.” Ronal kept her back to the three of you for a second before turning on her heels, a sharp look pointed your way, “he is not your biological child, he did not grow in you. This is-” “He was my son! I do not care about blood! If you will not allow me to join my mates as they- as we bid our goodbyes to Neteyam in the Cove of Ancestors, I should be allowed to help prepare his body before we part ways.”

You always held respect for the leaders of tribes, but will not let something as simple as different blood be the reason you aren’t given proper treatment within your family. You were with Neytiri as she announced her news to Jake, you were with her as she went into labor and you had been with Neteyam since he took his first breath of air in the world. He was your child and you lost him when you were still getting to know him.

“Please Ronal. Let us have this one piece if she can’t guide him to the Great Mother.” Jake’s voice was firm but held a begging tone that was obvious.

Her sharp eyes darted between the three of you, her tight shoulders sagging just a bit. You knew the three of you looked disheveled, with puffy eyes and tear streaks over your cheeks. Body ready to cave in from an invisible weight held on your shoulders. Eyes staring into an empty void.

“Fine. Now come, there is much to do.” Her walking resumed, the three of you just behind.

She walked into a mauri pod, bowls of water and woven twine were set to the side. You stopped when your breathing faltered once again at the sight of Neteyam, just lying peacefully on the floor with his eyes closed and arms beside his torso. He looked like he was just sleeping, enjoying dreams of whatever he wanted most from his life. If you didn’t look close enough you could imagine his chest moving with every breath he took, but you did stare and his chest sat still, not a twitch of his fingers or a tickle of his nose.

With jagged steps you stalked further in the pod, knees bending under the weight of your grief and you toppled to a stop beside his legs. Hands touching his lower leg and knee, his skin was cold to the touch causing a sob from your lips. You bent your head and curled in on yourself, letting the tears flow and the weeps free.

Your son was dead.

Arms pulled your back into a solid chest and a second pair of hands tenderly caressed your face and lips leaving sweeps of kisses over your trembling form. The hands holding your face turned you towards them, your eyes meeting the hollowed look of Neytiri. Her face was devoid of emotions, with no scowl or smile on her lips that you loved to indulge in, no furrow to her brows, or crinkles to her eyes. She was just empty and tired, heartbroken.

“Ma tìyawn (my love), we must begin. We need to clean him.” Her thumbs swiped over your wet cheeks. You could only stare back into her eyes and swallow your cries before you nodded your head. Jake’s arms slipped from your shaking body and you walked away to grab a bowl of water and a rag.

You sat on your hunches and soaked the cloth. With a shuddering breath, you closed your eyes for a moment to collect yourself and when you opened them you shut down. You rang the cloth to dispel the excess water and when you were satisfied, the material touched his shoulder and you wiped the dirt off his skin. Neytiri soon joined the process, sat on the other side of Neteyam’s shoulder and she tipped a bowl over his skin, her eyes following the liquid.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Jake sitting next to Neteyam’s legs on your side. He ran his cloth gently over his skin, it reminded you of when he was a child and Jake would wash his body in the pond near your mauri. You dipped the rag into the water again and rung it out, the water starting to get muddy with grime. You moved your work to his face.

You leaned your body at an angle with your right arm holding you up as you used your left hand to swipe the rag over his stilled features. He looked so much like Neytiri, he was so much like Neytiri. Fierce and protective, a strong warrior. Gentle and friendly, reserved mostly but will pounce when intimidated. He would have made a glorious Olo’eyktan if he chose the path. You wish he could have been given more time to live as a child, not have to worry about battlefields or have a constant eye on his roaming siblings.

With a final swipe to his brow, you gave a teary smile at your boy.

You looked up at Neytiri. Her eyes were closed as her head was tilted to the ceiling, hands resting on her thighs. There was a crinkle between her brows that you wanted to smooth over with your finger or a kiss, but before you could do either, choked whimpers drifted into your ears.

Jake was hunched over Neteyam’s legs, his locs hiding his face, but you saw the shake to his shoulders. He was crying.

Without a second thought, you joined his side, arms wrapping over his shoulders as you pushed his head into your chest with your chin sitting on his head. His arms circled your waist and held you tight as his tears fell to your skin. You shut your eyes as a fresh wave came upon you, the salty drops splashing your cheeks.

“Oh, ma Jake.”

“I‘ve failed him. I’ve failed my job as a father.” His lips grazed your skin as he spoke harshly of himself.

A deep furrow to your brows at his self-derivation, “No, no. You have done no such thing. It is those sky demons who have forced this fighting onto us. You have been doing your best at keeping us, our family safe.” You burrowed your noses into his hair and gave quick kisses in succession, “Do not let our son's death be in vain. He would not want you to use his passing as an excuse for harshness on yourself.”

Your hand caressed the back of his head with the other settled between his shoulder blades, the muscles moving with each hitch to his breath. You squeezed your eyes closed once again and just breathed, focused on your breathing and Jake’s. One the silent crashing of the water surrounding the mauri and picking up what quiet hiccups of Neytiri.

You weren’t sure how long you were frozen in that position, the scene not changing. All you know is eventually Jake’s cries were subdued and then Ronal entered the space in a different outfit. All your eyes were on her as her head was held high, but her eyes were gentle.

“It is time.”

...

tags: @singular-itae

[visualtaehyun]

Tagged by @pharawee here, thank you so much 🥰 this was both incredibly fun as well as incredibly difficult haha!

Rules: Create a poll with five of your all time favorite onscreen kisses, setting any standard for qualification you choose. Then tag more friends to join in!

Apart from immediately tossing the 'only five' rule lol I'm also limiting myself to one kiss per show, koojin, and actor (all Thai QL ofc). Otherwise a lot of Only Friends kisses would've been on here, Suar Kritsanaphong would've been on the list again with La Pluie, and my personal bias would've made me include several JoongDunk and ZeeNunew kisses lol

Some of them are kiss scenes, some just include kisses, a lot of them I love for the lines preceding the kisses or the situations the kisses happen in. I've also noticed I have a thing for 1) pretty lighting, 2) big emotions, and 3) softness.

Gifs of all of them below the cut! (uncredited ones made by me)

Thank you to all the lovely folks whose gifs I used ✨

no-pressure tags: @rocketturtle4 @sherrymagic @oyeicher @thegalwhorants @firstkanaphans (feels especially topical considering your best kissing pair poll!) and of course whoever sees this and wants to play as well c:

[wehaveimagineshere]

Request for Admin Ren! Could I request a scenario for Halsin to react to his gender neutral crush accidentally saw him shirtless? They're very apologetic & insist on making it up to him while promising to never do it again! Please make it NSFW/explicit! Please delete the first one since I forgot to put my name - eclipse anon

I didn't mean to take so long on this! I got a tattoo last week on my left hand and that put it out of commission for about 5 days, and then I didn't feel good for about 2. But it's here!

Watching Halsin's romance scenes, he's just so sweet. His "I don't want to keep you to myself, I want others to experience being with you" was just ;A;

Also Shadowheart, if you're romancing her, being like "I'd climb Mount Halsin too if given the chance." Girl. Agree.

~*~*~

The Last Light Inn was a bastion. After crawling through all manner of locations, having a place with a nice bed and a hot bath was a godsend. With Thorm gone and the curse finally lifted, you were sure the surrounding areas, once they started to heal, would just add to the comfort of the place.

Tonight would be the last night you slept in the beds here before finally heading back home to Baldur's Gate. You'd seen the last of the tiefling band off the day before, crossing off the second to last thing on your list.

The last was what you'd come here for, standing in front of Halsin's door, bottom lip between your teeth and knuckles posed to knock. With his friend back in one piece and the land finally allowed to heal...

There was nothing to keep Halsin around. He'd done what he set out to do, to help with. The thought of him taking off back to the grove...

Taking a deep breath, you push back the uncertainty and knock. The countless conversations by the fire had to have meant something. The openness and ease of being around him had to be twofold. Right?

Hearing a muffled reply, you turn the knob and enter. "Halsin, I was hoping to--"

Arms crossed, body leaned against the wall by the window, his eyes meet yours with a smile. "Welcome. I didn't expect you so late." Pressing off the wall, his arms drop. "What can I do for you?"

You barely hear him, however, as your eyes take note of the fact that the moonlight filtering through the tempered glass is hitting bare skin, highlighting the dips and planes of his chest, his abdomen, the contrasting shadows teasing the shape of the V that leads down--

Straightening, face flaming hot, you find a very interesting divot in the floor. "I didn't realize-- I must've misheard you when you answered!" Daring a peek at his face before your eyes dart away to the small nightstand, you fear you might melt onto the floor. "I'll be more careful next time! Won't happen again!" Should you leave? Should you announce that you'll leave? Would that make things more awkward?

There's a pause, an agonizing quiet that causes anxiety to climb up your throat. Finally, when you fear you're going to say something extremely stupid to break the silence, you hear him speak. "What are you talking about? I said you could come in."

Exhaling through your nose, you debate explaining and embarrassing yourself further or just saying what you came to say. You pick the latter. "Well. Halsin." Catching his gaze and pointedly keeping yours from straying, you say, "I was wondering what your plans were."

Surprise lights his eyes. "I was wondering that myself." Taking a step toward you, he adds, "I was hoping you would give me the honor of accompanying you."

Relief makes your knees weak. You're sure it shows in your face, the way Halsin's expression softens. "Thank goodness. I was wondering how I was going to strongarm you into staying."

That familiar chuckle makes your stomach flip flop. "Sorry to disappoint." His face smooths as he looks at you, eyes darting between your own before dipping down as if outlining your features. Outlining your lips.

You unconsciously wet them in response.

His adams apple dips, eyes rising back up. "There was something else I wanted to bring to your attention."

"Anything."

That smile that can, and does, make your knees weak flashes your way. "You are extraordinary." He takes another step closer. "I have lived a very long time. I have taken many lovers." Your heart starts pounding. "My heart does not stir lightly." He can hear it, you're sure he can. "But it does now."

"Halsin," you say quietly, half in question.

His eyes don't stray from yours. "I want more than to fight at your side, or sit around the campfire with you. I want to lay with you under the stars and feel your skin against mine."

Your heart is going to burst out of your chest.

"I think you feel the same way."

Gods, you're going to implode.

"But tell me I'm wrong, and the matter can rest. I do not wish to sour our friendship, but I have to know if it can be something more."

"Halsin," you repeat, swallowing hard. Your answer is barely above a whisper. "It can definitely be something more."

His face lights up, hands reaching out to gently touch your arms as he draws closer. "Thank you. For giving me the chance to experience you, to be at your side."

The smile tugs free, drawing your lips up to mirror his as you slide your hands behind his neck, interlacing your fingers to hide the nervous tremor. "I should be saying the same to you." You pause, building your courage to hedge, "I need to make it up to you."

His hands sit solidly upon your hip bones, his chest brushing yours. "For what?"

"For earlier. Coming in without approval."

"But I--" Brows furrow before they rise, a slow grin playing about his lips. "How do you plan to make it right?"

It was a question with many layers. Teasing, but his eyes were watching for any hesitation, any uncertainty.

He would find none.

Rising onto your tiptoes, you hover your lips just centimeters from his, nerves morphing into a fragile courage. "I have ideas."

His fingers flex, digging not ungently into your hips as he draws you even closer. "And I have many for you," he answers, voice deeper and huskier as you notice his attention shift a moment before he bridges the gap.

His kiss is tender but demanding, obvious restraint in his actions as his tongue asks for entrance, his fingers once again flexing. You comply, opening yourself to him as he languidly explores your mouth, caressing your tongue and nibbling gently on your lips.

His hands lower, finding the top of your thighs before sliding onto your behind, fingers kneading. An inhale finds yourself leaning against the wall -- curiosity of how you got there dying as quickly as sparks -- and you dare to lift your leg, hooking it around his hips and drawing him closer.

So close you can feel his arousal, the ache pressing against your own.

You swallow down the moan as he shifts, grinding against you as a hand grips your thigh around him tight to keep you in place. Another careful thrust has you hearing nothing but the blood in your ears, gasping for breath as he leaves your mouth to explore your neck. Sharp, quick bites against your skin caressed by warm licks rockets your pulse into a rhythm you fear will send you into cardiac arrest.

Somehow your fingers have ended up in his hair, gripping for dear life. When he grabs your other leg and hoists you up so your only rock is him, making you squeeze him closer to you or risk a fall, his erection rubbing in all the right places even over your clothes, you're not sure when you last took a breath.

A hand digs into your ass as another slides up and over, drawing between you two. The moment his fingers press against your aching parts is when you finally shutter out a moan.

Teasing, exploring, he prioritizes learning every touch that gets you to react, cataloguing every moan and hitch of breath. His mouth continues its journey along your chest, your shirt an irritating obstacle that you both quickly discard.

A nipple is immediately between his teeth, pressing gently but hard enough to smart, his tongue sending the pain into zings of pleasure. His hand between your legs leave just long enough to tug at your pants.

Wrestling back control of your body, you press against his shoulders. He straightens immediately, but before he can ask anything you shake your head, hand dragging down his abdomen until your fingers find their mark.

You palm him over his pants and you feel his breath hitch. Moving down then up, you watch his expression, watch as his eyes shudder and grow misty. Moving to unlatch one leg, you find instead your knee lifted in denial. Hazel eyes flare as you catch his gaze, a smile lifting his lips a moment before he crushes them against yours, a hand tossing the one against his erection aside as he instead presses hard against you, the friction of the fabric sending you both into absolute messes as grunts and groans intermingle.

It's not enough.

He lets you go just long enough to let your pants join your shirt before he hoists you up again, his cock free and pressing against your skin. With a look from him and a nod from you, he spits into a palm, pumps himself to mix the spit with his precum, and lines himself up.

He's slow, letting you adjust as he slowly sheaths himself bit by bit, your nails clawing at his shoulders and your head thrown back. By the time he's at the hilt, your legs are shaking and your hips shift, the movement sending lightning through your veins.

Another nod from you and he sets the pace.

Slow, gentle, making sure you're comfortable. Each slide in and out shredding your self control, any amount of shame as your hips demand a faster pace. Lips lock and tongues dance as you both feel that aching pressure build, his sweat making it hard to grip his skin so you fist his hair instead, his hands squeezing your ass in response.

His pace becomes erratic, sloppy, and you know he's reaching the peak. You are too, every thrust hitting that sweet spot, driving you closer and closer to that edge.

He mutters something, maybe your name, and you both come undone. Gripping you tight, he slams one last time into you as he moans, cock twitching as he fills you to the brim. You cry out as stars explode behind your eyes, tearing your body apart in the climax. All you can do is claw weakly as your body shudders.

When you fall back to earth, you're aware of his forehead pressed against your shoulder, your slick bodies pressed together in a caress. Running a hand up and down his back, you lean your own head against his.

"That was..." you find yourself trying, and failing, to articulate, breath beginning to even out.

A deep chuckle vibrates through your bones. "I know." He inhales slowly, leaning back enough to press his forehead against yours. "You are incredible."

The shy smile you respond with seems almost silly.

Wrapping his arms across your back, he steps away from the wall and toward the bed. Laying you down gently, reverently, his eyes drinking in every inch of skin revealed to him, you watch as his eyes darken once more. "We have all night."

Another invitation, another statement with questions.

Unhooking your legs from his hips, you shakily sit up, hand pushing his chest, your shy smile growing to something more sly as he allows you to press him against the bed. Letting your eyes roam over his body as you're now the one above, you watch his face as you move lower, lower. "Allow me to repay the favor," you whisper, taking his still hard cock in your hand and giving it a lick.

As he said, you have all night.

[quodekash]

ECLIPSE INCORRECT QUOTES

because that’s when you know im obsessed with it

(disclaimer: I meant to do this literally two weeks ago but I didn’t think I had enough but I stopped for a bit and my adhd brain promptly forgot about it for a week and then remembered and then forgot for another week, and honestly i meant to actually make this for like a month before that but i didnt actually start finding the quotes until two weeks ago, but it’s fine I’m here now)

—- —-

Akk: Ayan is a little bitch.  Wat: Why?  Akk: Number one, he’s little. Number two, he’s a bitch.

(episode 1-3 core)

—- —-

Namo: The floor is lava!  Kan: *helps Thua onto the counter*  Akk: *kicks Wat off the sofa*  Ayan: *lays on the floor*  Namo: ...Are you okay?  Ayan: No. 

(im 80% certain this is a deleted scene from the beach episodes)

—- —-

*Akk and Ayan are planning to break in somewhere*  Akk: We need to distract the guards.  Ayan: Right.  Akk: What are we gonna do?  Ayan: I'm gonna break their elbows while you poke their eyes.  Akk:  Ayan:  Akk: Deal. 

—- —-

Akk: Aye, can you help me? All of my clothes keep disappearing for some reason.  Ayan, wearing a hoodie that's 5 times bigger than his size: Spooky. 

—- —-

Akk: I'm going to take a shower, I'll be right back.  Ayan: Why are you telling me this, I don't care.  Ayan, right after Akk leaves the room: I miss him already.

—- —-

Aye: Fuck capitalism. It's a rigged system that keeps us poor and it isn't fair. You shouldn't need to work three jobs to afford basic necessities.  Aye, playing Monopoly: Sorry, if you wanted to win you should have tried not being poor. 

—- —-

Akk: I fell—  Aye: From heaven?  Akk: No, I literally fell—  Aye: In love with me the moment you saw me?  Akk: MY ARM IS BROKEN!  Aye: Okay, but do you think I'm pretty? Be honest. 

—- —-

Aye: Are we fighting or flirting?  Akk: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck-  Aye: Your point? 

—- —-

Thua: Two bros!  Kan: Chillin' in a hot tub!  Thua and Kan, in unison: Zero feet apart 'cause we're GAY AS FUCK! 

—- —-

Akk: I owe you one.  Aye: That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even. 

—- —-

Thua: I want to kiss you.  Kan, not paying attention: What?  Thua: I said if you die, I wont miss you. 

(its okay thua, he's not ignoring you, he has adhd. just kiss him, he'll be happy, trust me)

—- —-

Kan: And now for a gay update with Akk and Aye.  Akk: Getting gayer.  Kan: Thank you, Akk. 

—- —-

Wat: So… I’ve seen you’ve been spending a lot of time with Thua recently.  Kan: No, Wat, it's not what it looks like, I swear.  Wat: Oh really? So no reason for me to be jealous?  Kan: No! You’re the only one for me.  Wat: Is that so?  Kan: I promise! Thua and I are just dating, okay? He’s my boyfriend.  Wat: So there are no best-friends-feelings involved?  Kan: You are still my one and only best friend! He’s just the love of my life, nothing more!  Wat: But I’m still the platonic love of your life, right?  Kan: Of course bro!  Wat: Bro...  Thua: What the- 

—- —-

*at 3am*  Kan: *runs into Akk’s room and turns on the light* Wake up sleepyhead!  Akk: *wakes up* Dude!  Kan: *cackles*  Aye: *sits up from where he was sleeping behind akk* What the fuck, Kan? Kan: *jaw drops* Wait WHAT- 

(the original vine is now playing over and over in my head and its probably my favourite vine and its literally them and i love it so much gerjdhgbrh)

—- —-

Kan: This totally sucks, man.  Akk: This is horrible.  Kan: Yeah, I know, I mean look at everything the curse did to those rulebreakers today.  Akk: No, it’s not that, it’s Aye. Akk: It’s just like, I can’t get him out of my head and every time I look at him I have these pains in my chest, and I just know it’s his fault, that bitch! 

(AVPM QUOTE LETS GOOO and yes it is perfection and is exactly canon i take no criticism)

—- —-

Kan: Did Thua just tell me he loved me for the first time?  Akk: Yeah, he did.  Kan: And did I just do finger guns back?  Akk: Yeah, you did. 

(oh you sweet sweet maybe-bisexual man)

—- —-

Aye: *finds a note* Hmm, whats this?  Kan: Hey, that's mine! *tries to grab it*  Aye: Aww, it's a love note for Thua?  Kan: No-  Aye: *opens it*  Aye:  Kan:  Aye: I can't read this. 

(is it because the contents are too explicit to read or because kan's handwriting is awful? you decide)

—- —-

Kan: So are you gonna explain how the hell you crashed my car?  Akk: Well we were driving and there was a deer in the road, so I said "Aye, deer!"  Kan: ...And what did you say?  Aye: ..."Yes, Honey?" 

—- —-

Kan: I love you.  Thua: I love you too. I've waited so long to hear you say that.  *Kan and Thua kiss passionately*  Wat, to Akk: You owe me 20 dollars. 

(HES BEEN SAYING IT FOR YEARS AND THEY FINALLY DID IT. IMAGINE THE VICTORIOUS FEELING WAT FELT IN THAT MOMENT. NOT TO MENTION THE JOY AT HIS SHIP FINALLY GETTING TOGETHER. BRO IS AS PHENOMENAL AS TIW AND I LOVE HIM SO FREAKING MUCH (someone write a crossover fic where tiw and wat get together and plot their ships' getting together. if someone has already written this, please tell me)

—- —-

Kan: Time sensitive question how flirt boy.  Akk: Throw rocks at he.  Aye: Hot Dogs.  Wat: Kill him.  Kan: Thanks guys. 

—- —-

Kan, trying to sound happy: *about Aye and Thua* They’d make a cute couple, huh? Akk, holding back tears: They certainly are standing next to each other. 

(first few episodes core. specifically when aye is whispering in thua's ear and theyre both just standing to the side watching it happen and completely unaware that this means they are gay and in love with one of them)

—- —-

Thua: I'm so happy, I could kiss you!  Kan: Um...Neat.  *later*  Kan, lying face down on their bed: I said "Neat," Akk. Who the fuck says neat these days? It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm fucking stupid.  Akk, reading a book: Don't beat yourself up too much, Kan. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what I did when Aye confessed his love for me?  Kan: Didn't you thank him?  Akk: *closes the book and looks at the ceiling* I fucking thanked him. 

—- —-

Kan: How is the most beautiful person in the world?  Thua: *blushing* I—  Aye, butting into the conversation: Akk is perfect, thanks for asking. 

—- —-

Wat: Do you love Kan?  Thua: Yeah, I do.  Wat: Akk! I told you I knew it! You owe me 100 baht!  Akk: We all love Kan. You should've asked if he was IN love with him.  Thua: I thought that was implied.  Akk: ...  Wat: ...  Thua, looking straight at Akk: Congrats Wat, you just won 100 baht. 

—- —-

Akk: Are you trying to seduce me?  Aye: Why, are you seducible? 

—- —-

Aye: Jail is no fun. I’ll tell you that much.  Wat: Oh, you’ve been?  Aye: Once. In Monopoly. 

—- —-

Wat: When I was a kid, Kan told me that the paper strip that’s in the chocolate kisses were edible and I ate them with the chocolate for a year.  Teacher Sani: They are!  Wat: FOR REAL?  Sani: No! Why did you fall for it again? 

—- —-

Thua, on a random band name generator: Oooo! They Might Be Depressed Horses! That about sums up my friend group. 

—- —-

Akk: Being gay is a constant battle between "I wish to sit on a window bench with my lover, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds" and "Hey, let's go throw rocks at fascists" and I think that's very sexy of us.  Ayan: If the window's open and you time it right, you can do both. 

—- —-

Ayan: Hey, Akk, what do you think it would be like if we had kids?  Akk: What would it be like? Inconvenient, mostly.  Ayan: No, I mean, what would they be like, the kids? You ever think about it?  Akk: Can't really say I have.  Ayan: You know, for someone as eccentric as yourself, you can be boring as fuck sometimes.  Akk: Sorry, Aye. For what it's worth, I'm picturing them now. A boy and a girl. Two perfect little freaks of nature raised by people who've clearly got no business bringin' up anybody. 

—- —-

Ayan: Talk dirty to me, baby~  Akk: The dishes.  Ayan: Wh-  Akk: They’ve been there for 4 days and it’s your turn to wash them. You still haven’t cleaned them and I have asked you to do so several times. 

—- —-

Ayan: My hands are cold.  Akk: Here, let me hold them.  Ayan: My lips are cold too. Akk: *covers Ayan's mouth with his hand* 

—- —-

Akk: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.  Ayan: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear.  Akk: ...  Akk: You mean ring bearER, right?  Ayan: ...  Akk: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding. 

—- —-

Ayan: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt.  Akk: Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit. 

—- —-

Akk: You are the love of my life and I would do anything within reason to make you happy.  Ayan: I would be happy if you ate, stayed hydrated and got a reasonable amount of sleep.  Akk: I said within reason, Ayan. How about I murder that guy?  Ayan: So murder is in reason but proper self care isn't?  Akk: Well, duh. What kind of question is that? 

—- —-

Ayan: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.  Akk: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.  Ayan: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??  Akk: Is it working? 

—- —-

Akk: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.  Ayan: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.  Akk: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??  Ayan: Is it working? 

—- —-

and now, for my personal favourite...

Ayan: Akk is playing hard to get.  Ayan: Little does he know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of. 

—- —-

that's all for now, but i promise, i will be back

[heavenlyhoundoom]

BloodLunar au part 1.

(It is the morning of July, sixteenth, 2023, Eclipse has just finished making a new code for Lunar.)

Eclipse: The new code is finally complete, Lunar, come here!

(Lunar happily skips into the scene.)

Lunar:(cheery) Hi, Eclipse. Do you want to see me?

Eclipse: Yes...

Lunar:(cheery) Really, what for!?

Eclipse: I just finished making a new code for you and I need to download it into your programming.

(Lunar's joy turned into worry, he knows that Eclipse really hates him, he's worried that the new code is actually a virus that will delete him.)

Lunar: What will this code do to me?...

Eclipse: Don't worry, it's not gonna delete you or anything.

Lunar: Then, what will it do?

Eclipse: It'll give you a new personality at night.

Lunar: What kind of personality?

Eclipse: (lying) It's a party animal personality, when the sun goes down, you will switch into party mode and give everyone a fun time.

(Lunar's worry turns back into joy.)

Lunar: Oh, okay.

(Lunar sits in the wired chair, ready to have the new code download into him.)

Eclipse: Alright, here we go.

(Eclipse presses the enter button and the new code is downloaded into Lunar.)

Lunar: Thank you, Eclipse.

Eclipse: Oh, no problem...

(It cuts to sunset, Lunar is at the beach with a lot of people.)

Lunar: Alright, everyone, I had a party mode installed, are you ready for a fun time!?

Everyone: Yeah!!!

(The sun fully sets and as the moon rises, Lunar starts changing out of view, the people are horrified as Lunar transforms into his night mode, the camera angle switched in ???'s mouth as it gets closer to the neck of a blonde lady with sunglasses. It cuts to Lunar waking up back in the Pizza Plex with no memory of the previous night and a very upset stomach.)

Lunar: (stomach pain) Oh...What happened last night?

(Lunar looks up and sees Sun, Moon, Earth, and the Glamrocks standing far away from him in fear, with Sun even having a laser gun, ready to shoot Lunar if need be.)

Lunar: What's going on, guys?

Sun:(terrified) Don't come closer, or I'll shoot!

Lunar: What are you talking about?

(Lunar walks towards Sun.)

Sun: (terrified) I warned you!

(Sun starts shooting at Lunar.)

Lunar: Oh, crap!

(Lunar dodges the lasers and runs away to safety, he ends up in the kitchen.)

Lunar: Why was everyone scared of me, why did Sun try to shoot lasers at me, what happened last night?...

(The end of part 1)

[naffeclipse]

Would you like to ramble on about some scenes that you wanted to add to a story and in the end you deleted for one reason or another? This question was sent for it! I'm happy to read the things that happened during your writing process

Okay, now I can get into very early ideas/scenes for Cryptid Sightings that never got to see the light of day until now!

When Y/N found Vanessa, I was aiming for Y/N to be oblivious to the demonic possession and run right for her to hug her before pulling back with a pain in their middle. They realize that Vanessa just stabbed them. This, however, was a very early concept as it didn't work with Y/N being a good cryptid hunter and putting all the clues together and Glitchtrap wanting a fresh vessel.

A possible reveal idea was Y/N catching Eclipse in the act of killing a rule breaker and ripping out the rule breaker's heart, but Y/N was, somehow, able to do this without Eclipse realizing they were there and slipping away. This would have led to Y/N struggling to keep composure when Eclipse came back and stressing about the demonic cryptid in their presence as they bided their time to figure out how to take them down, with a main focus on the boys' growing suspicious over Y/N's anxiety and sudden withdrawal. This was scrapped as it ultimately didn't work with Y/N as a character or the logic of the boys not immediately figuring it out right away, too.

A cannibal cryptid I ended up trading out for Shoh for the episode.

The scene towards the end of Chapter 11 (The Episode Of Glowing Eyes Part 2) originally had the boys' deleting Vanessa's message from Y/N's phone in the name of preventing more stress for their heart (and a general distaste for Vanessa) but I scraped that due to it feeling much too harsh and invasive for the boys.

I wrote a scene from Vanessa's POV that I had fully intended to place at the start of Chapter 17 (The Episode Bedeviling Bodies Part 1) but I decided against putting it in in order to keep up the suspense, however, you can read it down below if you'd like!

The Introduction Scene of Vanessa

Warnings for vomiting, body horror, and possession.

Before They Met

In the empty, expansive parking lot of Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex, Vanessa stares at the neon lit entrance in the pitch dark. She frowns during her scrutiny of the facility. In her lap sits a crossbow, already loaded with a silver, glinting bolt. She clutches her phone in one hand.

There are no stars tonight. There is no one else but her.

The faint lights of her truck’s dashboard illuminates the interior of her vehicle, casting a low glow onto the golden Bonnie plushie tucked into the middle console. Blood colors one floppy ear. She glances at it as her jaw clenches before she taps on her phone, the screen brilliant and washing her in white. 

The last place she had left off was her email app. The simple message threatens her with a weapon that does not scare her.

Cease your current investigation or your employmentment contract will be terminated. —F.E.I.

Fazbear Entertainment Incorporated knows that she knows. She tastes disgust and fury. They send hunters out to kill these things—they’re hiding one in the bowels of one of their children’s play places. 

She saw the signs: missing kids, sightings that led her directly to the bear mascot’s doors, unexplained blood in the few places she could sneak into before bots or human staff caught her and sent her away.

They will not protect this cryptid. Whatever it is, she will eliminate it. She will cut ties with F.E.I. and then warn you—she’ll reach you first. You two don’t need this corrupted company. Hunting’s in your blood, she told you just as much, and you two will continue to kill the monsters.

She finds your name in the messages app, familiar and laced with solace. She types in a careful crawl. She doesn’t know how much F.E.I. monitors their employees' phones but she doesn’t want to alarm you, or make them suspect that she’s going to meet you after this is finished. She won’t let you catch their attention.

She writes that she’s investigating a cryptid sighting. It’s getting bloody. You know how these hunts go. 

She sends it to you. Stuffing her phone away, she opens the truck door, fixes her backpack over her shoulders with a quiet clatter from holy water bottles, and holds her crossbow close. She pulls out the detector with her other hand. Slamming the truck door closed with an elbow, she studies the radar and the quiet beep that echoes.

The creature is inside. It is unaware of its impending demise.

Crossing the shiny black pavement, she hurries like a phantom. Vanessa stands before the entrance. The neon almost hurts her eyes.

She’ll obliterate this child-killing cryptid, and any others that F.E.I. is hiding away.

She breaks the door with a sharp hit from the hilt of her weapon. Glass shatters. She steps over it, boots crunching, and enters the pizzaplex.

*

Vanessa stumbles from the black bletch of smoke, scraping against the broken door of glass, shredding her arm in thin, bloody scratches, before she stumbles onto the pavement. Heat rises. The fire burns in the belly of the pizzaplex.

She collapses onto hands and knees. Her weapons gone, the last of her holy water consumed—she convulses, her back arching before she vomits clear blessed liquid and thick mucus of a dreaded violet sheen. Black ooze drips from her nostrils, fills her eyes with black tears, and drips from her ears.

There is no more protecting her.

My vessel, reluctant follower.

You will serve me well.

She cannot scream.

[sethsclearwater]

everyone stop what you’re doing and look at these pictures from the deleted scene in eclipse where bella imagines her future with jacob 🥺🩷

[cto10121]

I was re-watching Movie Eclipse and Bella’s ending monologue struck me, especially when she affirms that her decision to become a vampire was “not all about” Edward.

Bella: I’ve always felt out of step. Like literally, stumbling through my life. I’ve never felt normal. Because I’m not normal. I don’t wanna be. I’ve had to face death and loss and pain, in your world. But, I’ve also never felt stronger...more real, more...myself. Because it’s my world, too. It’s where I belong.

Edward: So, it’s not just about me.

Bella: No, sorry.

So nice of the screenwriter to take Meyer’s careful notes on the love triangle and plunk them nigh artlessly in her script. But this mess of an adaptation still does a bad job of portraying this for these reasons:

The movies all but removed Bella’s “abnormality.” Bella being emotionally (and perhaps physically) neglected by her mother and even by Charlie, her parentification, doesn’t exist in the movie. Movie Bella doesn’t cook or clean for Charlie and her relationship with Renée is so wholesome and squeaky clean it’s sickening. Without this backstory, Movie Bella’s attraction to Edward and vampirism in general makes no sense. She is just a normal girl and her home life is fine. Edward even wants her to keep her human life and friends. Why go full vamp?

The movie never portrays Bella as “out of step” in the human world or at the La Push. At times she seems to mourn its (future) loss more keenly than in the books (especially that scene with her mother), whereas Book Bella decides on a proper farewell out of responsibility and obligation. The first movie does this a little better, but it still deletes many small incidents of her friends not getting Bella back (her sense of humor, her values, etc) and how boring Forks is as a small town. Nor does the screenplay have Movie Bella out of step at La Push or with Jacob. Movie Bella seems much more comfortable with Jacob even though Book Bella was genuinely irritated and downright raging at him. Only the punching is kept, and that just reads as out of character for her film self.

Bella’s longing for vampirism is canonically tied Edward, and the movie’s weak attempt at undermining this in the name of feminism is downright laughable. Sure, she would still be fascinated with the world sans Edward, but immortality would not be as strong as an allure. What the movie doesn’t realize is Edward is Bella: He is her other half. Star-crossed lovers and all. It is about the transformative nature of love that leads people into being “better” versions of themselves. Bella gains power and confidence while Edward becomes humanized and more understanding of Bella. Just because it is about Edward, it doesn’t mean it isn’t also about Bella herself.

[twilightflint]

T.W. Alludes to self-deletion

Do you know what is missing from Twilight? A scene or even a brief mention of Esme talking to Bella about jumping off of a cliff. Because here’s the thing, Esme is a vampire because she lost her son after running away from an abusive marriage and jumped off of a cliff in response. Even if Bella’s intentions and Esme’s intentions when doing their respective cliff jumping wasn’t the same, I feel like that is a conversation that needs to be had and I’m going to believe was had at some point in between New Moon and Eclipse. Because Esme held care for Bella before this, and in the voting scene she says that she sees Bella as one of the family. Not only would Esme want to make sure that Bella is okay, but you can’t tell me that she didn’t lay into Bella or at least tell Bella off for jumping off of a cliff. Also, give us overprotective Esme, like she just keeps an eye on Bella just to make sure she’s okay because she’ll be damned if Bella loses her life the same way that she did.

[kotlc-deleted-scenes]

Keeper Summer Week #10

Second Deleted Scene from Lodestar

This scene used to be part of the sequence set at Dex's house, but it felt like it was slowing the story's momentum too much, and nothing all that significant was happening or being revealed. So once again, I had to chop something I liked to keep the pacing tighter.

—Shannon

“Wow, just noticed the sky," Biana whispered as they all stared through the glass dome at the swirling streaks of green and pink.

"Is that the aurora borealis?" Sophie asked. "Or another one of your holograms, Dex?"

"That's the real deal," he said. "I actually tried adding a northern-lights setting to my gadget, but everything looked fake." 

"I'm sure it was better than you thought," Biana told him. "Though this really is beautiful. I know it's probably a huge betrayal to the Vacker name to admit this, but I think this is prettier than the Celestial Festival." 

Fitz and Biana's very distant relative—Orem Vacker—was a Flasher, and he was famous for creating a light spectacle whenever there was a total eclipse. 

"This is calmer," Fitz said. "Plus, it's kinda cool knowing there's no one controlling it. It's just…nature. Feels like a good thing to remember, you know? As powerful as we are, as many crazy things as we can do, there's so much that's way bigger than us." 

Biana laughed. "Look who's getting all deep and philosophical while cuddling with his sparkly red dragon." 

"Hey, don't knock it till you try it," Fitz told her, hugging Mr. Snuggles tighter. "Besides, I think it's useful to remember that we're not as important as we sometimes think we are. It's…Never mind, I don't know how to explain it." 

"I do," Sophie jumped in. "It's good to remember that we're not the epitome of everything, because it puts it all in perspective. Especially with how huge our problems feel sometimes." 

"Exactly," Fitz said. "Maybe the whole world isn't resting on our shoulders. Only a part of it is. Sometimes I think we forget that. Like with the alicorns. All that stress and hassle we went through trying to shelter them in the Sanctuary, when the better idea was to let Silveny and Greyfell take care of themselves." 

"So ... what? We just let the Neverseen do whatever they want?" Dex asked. 

"Of course not," Fitz said. "But sometimes I wonder if the Council's problem is that they keep trying to control everything. Their attention gets so divided that they miss a bunch of huge stuff." 

"Like when they focused on finding the Black Swan instead of going after the Neverseen," Sophie suggested. 

"Or all the focus on abilities, and forgetting to train us in our skills," Fitz added.

Biana snickered. "Look—now they're basically finishing each other's sentences. They really are Fitzphie, aren't they?" she asked Dex. 

"It's Sophitz," Fitz corrected. "And hey, you guys are starting to turn into…Actually, what would we call you? Bianex? Dexiana?" 

"How about Vackizznee?" Biana suggested. "Or Dizzker?" 

"Dizzker?" Sophie repeated. 

"It could work," Biana insisted.

[teecupangel]

To add on the Roomba! Clay, what if he's just like the one in Vacuum Hero: Mafia Murder? Because the mental picture of people seeing a cute roomba suddenly look malicious and cut off their shins is very funny

Roomba!Clay with a deleted scene can be found in this post

So we are setting this in Zero Eclipse ‘verse so, you know, mind the tags… 

Here’s the appstore link (Google version) to those who wanna try out Vacuum Hero: Mafia

We all agree that Rebecca is his co-conspirator, right? Rebecca’s definitely going to be the one attaching his weapons. Shaun would be there suggesting the most ridiculous weapon ideas and Lucy would be the ‘voice of reason’ that can be easily persuaded by the magic words (“Altaïr would enjoy this”)

And Clay would be right.

Altaïr would look at this roomba monstrosity and go “It must have a Hidden Blade.”

Ezio would just cover his face.

Ratonhnhaké:ton would ask why it needs to be a roomba when they could just put all those weapons in Clay’s drone and have more mobility.

And Desmond would just shrug as he says, “But it won’t be as funny.”

And that’s when Ezio would realize…

He was playing straight man to all this craziness.