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II. can you try me? | qimir

SUMMARY -> when two paths collide, it becomes one. but your differences make it an obstacle for this path you both now walk with the sith lord.

qimir x fem! reader

part I

GENRE -> angst, fluff & nsfw/smut

WARNINGS -> unprotected p in v, fingering, hair-pulling, slight exhibitionism & slight choking

WC -> 3.39k

a/n: i went on a downward spiral into the sith code & their decrees for this. also, aside from the juicy smut i wrote, i really love how the conflict between qimir and reader transpires here lolzz i fucking hate tumblr so much lol i had to repost this multiple times just for it to appear in the hashtags

likes, comments and reposts are greatly appreciated !! <3

enjoy !!

what was it that made you so special?

the question ripples in the sith's mind, just like how the water ripples in the lagoon as he wraps his arms around your waist. your bare back pressed against his bare chest as he presses wet kisses on your shoulders having the taste of sea salt on his lips. addicting. he thinks, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck as he felt you shiver as he kisses the soft flesh of yours every so lightly. he doesn't want this to end, he thinks of next. the sound of your breathy sigh makes him press his hips against your bottom as he grinds slightly.

a quiet moan escapes your lips.

and that answers the circling question in his mind- for a moment.

"is having a second wash a thing of yours?" you tease him as you press back against his hips as well. a small smile dances across his face as he groans in your neck.

"being extra clean with a woman in my arms? yeah, i'd call it my thing now." he huffs, hands roaming up to your chest as you giggled at the sensation of his moustache tickling your neck. as he was about to have his hands grasp the plump swell of your breasts but you stop him for a moment.

"we should head back." you whisper, turning your head to the side to meet his eyes. he almost pouts at that as you further explained your reasoning. "it's almost getting dark and cold, qimir." you try to hold back a smile when he shakes his head.

"i'll keep you warm." he suggests, tone heavy with a rasp that makes you clench your thighs underneath the pristine water.

"i mean it..." you roll your eyes as you turn around to face him as his hands settle down on your hips as he massages them.

"fine." he gives in despite his refusal but the way your eyes look at him had him already giving in. you kiss him as he kisses you back eagerly. he watches you part away from him and he almost wants to pull you back in but he controls himself with the urge. since when did he felt like this before? the fluttery feeling in his chest and the dizziness of desire? he can't remember. he was once a jedi and the essential aspect of being a jedi was to forgo attachments. feelings of desire were forbidden, along with anger, hate, jealousy, resentment... only to have a calm serene mind, in control with your emotions and not be swayed with the dark side of love.

the thought of the jedi code brings hate within him.

though, long since he abandoned the order and set on his path of freedom. when did he ever had someone like you? and it dawns on him, you are his first. first love? it makes his heart beat loudly upon that realization. he never loved anyone as strong as his love for you. you, the woman from the market with those innocent eyes and the most kindness soul, have swept his heart and mind entirely like the pull of the darkness.

"qimir?" you call out as you dressed in your robes. "you'll get cold there." you say with a worried tone as you tuck your lightsaber to your belt. he looks up, eyes momentarily flicking down to your saber as he heads towards the shore, towards you.

"you have a staring problem." you smile teasingly as you hand him his clothes. qimir chuckles as you adored the way he acts now, just like the moments in olega, in his apothecary.

"i blame you." he says as you roll your eyes again before you shoved his tunic to his chest, earning a teasing smile from him.

hand-in-hand, you both arrive back to his home. osha's head shot up from where she sits and you see her, an emotion crosses her face and you look at qimir. there's an unreadable expression on his face but you still caught on what has been said between them. and you wonder, if he had meant that he'd have you as an equal than his desire to have an acolyte. though, doubt crosses your mind with that- remembering the decree of the siths. chwayatyun, as your master had taught you. and you wondered further how your master had come across the sith's doctrine to bestow this knowledge upon you.

two should only exist- master and apprentice. one to represent the power of the dark side and one to crave for it.

a cycle. a vicious cycle of the greed for power that corrupts. your master had quoted to you in your trainings.

"can... i speak to you?" osha's gaze is trained towards you, a sort of plea you register in her tone. you let go of qimir's hand as he merely stays quiet yet his eyes don't deceive you that his gaze suddenly hardens. you look away from him as you nod at osha.

"of course." you smile at her. you sit next to her as qimir shuffles in the background as he heads somewhere deep in the cave. osha fiddles with her hands nervously. you take it as a sign for you grasp her hands in yours, urging her to remain calm.

"what can i help you with, osha?" you ask with a gentle voice.

"i don't know what i really want to believe anymore." she begins. "he says that my strength in the force is more than what the jedi had taught me. and... i ask you, do you think it's true?" her eyes search for an answer in yours.

"it's true." you nod. "i am no jedi, osha but i was trained in your jedi code in someway. my master taught me there are multiple ways to access the force. the jedi may have taught there is only one for that."

"he said that as well. that there is another way..." her words drift and you know what she's talking about. "i'm not easily corrupted like my sister."

"i know." you say as she sighs. "that path he says of... yes, emotions can be a strong factor. i've experienced it before but i resisted in honing those further."

"how? how did you resist it?"

you stay silent for a moment, that memory of being swayed into corruption has long been in the back of your mind. something that lurks and destroys your head from reminiscing it. your master's face in anguish and betrayal, and you-

"i didn't before." you confessed, a tremble in your voice. osha brows scrunches in confusion. "like i said, i am no jedi. but i taught myself now that power isn't what i seek and greed is a awful thing to have."

"what do you seek now then?"

"nothing." you say, shrugging. "but trinkets, food and love, perhaps." a smile is on osha's face with that and it makes you smile as well.

"how are you with him?" osha suddenly asks, removing her hands from yours. "how can you trust him? you saw him how he killed my friends." you see tears swell in her eyes and the question does seem to make you ponder.

"i think i like to gamble with that. trust is a dangerous game." the answer you give feels like it wasn't enough to explain it but it was there. "and nor should you trust him, osha." you whisper that, feeling like a hypocrite.

"i'm gonna get some dinner." you said quietly, standing up as osha nods. you see her leave from where she sat as you approach the steaming pot that qimir had cooked. osha's questions hangs in your mind as you stare at the steaming stew, a familiar aroma catches your nose. do you really trust him? you pick up the spoon in the spot and scooped a bit of the stew as you took a sip. the taste of it surprises you.

it's your stew he cooked.

the questions disperse immediately in your mind as you sighed. trust is a dangerous game indeed with him.

・゜゜・．

"have you eaten already?" you ask feeling qimir enter the room.

"i did." he answers as he huffs, placing a crate near some junk he has in the corner of the cave. you're sat on his bed, legs crossed and eyes closed as you exhaled slowly. your saber is perfectly levitating in front of you and qimir smirks at the sight.

"meditating? very jedi of you." you feel his presence behind you as he bends down to kiss your neck. you hum, letting him interrupt your meditation.

"i just like meditating. makes my head empty." you answer him as you open your eyes as you catch your saber before it fell on your lap and placed it on the table beside the bed.

"a credit for your thoughts then?" he sits beside you as he grasps your free hand.

"i feel osha's conflict with herself." you begin, intertwining your fingers with his. you look at him now as you ask him. "what do you really want from her?"

qimir's face is emotionless as he raises your hand to his lips. he doesn't answer you, he knows you figured it out what his true intentions are for the girl, and mae before that.

"i think you know." he kisses your knuckles.

"you see a similarity in her like you." you say. "revenge, freedom... power. you saw that in mae, yes but in osha, you feel her desire for it more."

"are you looking to let osha kill her master for that freedom she seeks?" you eye him, remembering sol, he would eventually find where osha and them are. qimir doesn't say anything for a moment, he feels amused, how easy you read him.

"it's up to her." he says. "rage and loss is a powerful emotion."

"if you are so trapped in hatred and revenge, is that really freedom?" he tenses a bit at your words. "i think it's a facade."

"and this means?"

"stop making her see that this is her only way."

"spoken like a true jedi." he mocks you, an anger builds inside him. you don't understand him, you don't understand why. he has to make you understand this somehow.

"don't toy with me now, qimir." you plead with him as you search his emotionless eyes for something. doubt? maybe a hint of guilt? yet you can see that there was none.

"you say these words but i know how you also felt how powerful it is when you accepted it." he had heard your talk with osha. his gaze roams to your features as he takes in the look of guilt in your eyes.

"i chose not to dwell with the dark side as my master had taught me of what becomes of who follow that path. and power? i simply wished to live a free life now, qimir. even in secrecy away from the order, mundane as it is in olega, i am free." you sighed as he puts your hand to cup his cheek as he kisses your palm.

"freedom in secrecy? are you truly free when you hide away in the shadows of your city?" he mirrors your words. "you'll understand why i chose this, love."

"i think i don't want to." you confess, your tone hushed. "i don't wish to part away from you because of this. and you'll kill me if i somehow get in your way in your path." his eyes widen slightly at that and his jaw clenches at how sure your words are. is your trust for him so little?

"i won't." there's the emotion you were looking for in his words and face. the sadness.

"you will." you give him a sad smile.

"you don't trust me?" his heart clenches at his own question as you caress his cheek.

you blink. "i do. dangerously."

"then this path i walk, i walk it with you." he says strongly. "i don't wish to part from you either." he leans forward, pressing his lips to yours softly, to seal that promise in his words. you kiss him back, with much trust in those words. he could still feel you lost in those thoughts as he pulls away for a moment. face inches from yours as his gaze darkens seeing your lips shine.

“trust me more.” he says, almost a plead as he kisses you again, with more heat just like in the lagoon. your hands land on his hard chest as he pushes you back onto the bed as he towers over you. he gets in between your legs, pressing his hips forward as you caress his chest, way up to the soft skin of his that’s peaking out of his cream tunic.

“you’re so beautiful.” he sighs between kisses. dark brown orbs heavy with desire.

“flatterer.” you whisper, your voice also evident with desire for him.

“i speak the truth.” he kisses your chin then lovingly nips that spot on your neck making you let out a blissful sigh of pleasure. he grinds his hips down, clothed cock rubbing against your covered core, breaths mingled and heavy as his hands slowly crept inside your tunic. his touch on your bare skin makes you grip the nape of his neck, the fluttering feeling tickling you as he helps you undress your top then wiggling you out of your bottoms.

the clothes are tossed aside and he does the same with his tunic, granting you a wonderful view of his pale skin and the well-built form of his. he sees your eyes greedily take him in as your hands shot up to ghost your finger along his chest and downwards to the hem of his black bottoms.

he smirks as he also greedily takes in your bared form, soft skin is presented beneath him, your breasts are calling out to him as he finally leans down to take a nipple in his mouth. you let out a gasp, the sensation of his warm lips wrapped around your areola as he sucks. you arch your back as his other hand grasp the other, kneading and squeezing as you rake your hand in his black locks, seeing it cascade his face.

"qimir..." you breathily moan out, trying to be quiet, knowing osha is in the other room. he pushes his hips forward, grinding his hard length down making you jolt your hips up to feel him more. releasing your nipple with a pop, his lips ghost up back your neck again as he nips and sucks, wanting to leave bruised marks across your body. his other hand descends down your stomach then to your inner thighs as he feels his way to the prize down there between your legs.

"all for me?" he whispers, his fingers ghosting over your wetness. you nod dumbly as he lets out an airy sigh when he touches you finally. he's in a trance, lips hovering above your neck, eyes trained down to see what he's doing and to see your pretty cunt react to his fingers as he rubs your clit in circles. he can see you trying to hold mewls and moans, knowing you'd be embarrassed if osha somehow hears what the two of you are doing. maybe that ignites something in him, wanting to show-off how good he makes you feel.

"don't hold back." he ushers, fingers coated in your slick as he rubs even harder and a bit more faster as you gripped his toned biceps. he smirks, watching you fall apart as he suddenly removes his fingers on your clit making you let out a low whine. he sits up momentarily, disappointed a bit that he can't feel your body heat to his but he eases.

he sighs, groaning when he cups himself, feeling his cock twitching underneath his pants as he licks his fingers clean before shoving his pants down. you watch him as he grasp himself, making your core clench at the sight of his cock. you open your legs a bit wider as he leans forward, kissing your heated cheek lovingly as you placed your hands to the back of his head. he feels like in a state of a dreamy feeling, addicted and desperate to feel you wrap around him.

"don't hold back as well." you tease him as he groans when you rub your cunt against his tip. he closes his eyes for a moment, savoring the sensation as he airily chuckles. he aligns himself to your vulva, pushing forward slowly earning a breathy gasp from you. he groans out, feeling you clench around him as he pushes his hips forward, inch by inch. the warmness of your cunt is making him feel dizzy as he props himself on his elbows as you kissed his neck lovingly.

qimir shudders as he's fully inside you.

"you feel so good." he whines, slowly rocking his hips back and forth. your hand caresses the nape of neck as it creeps upward to his hair as you grip it, pulling lightly making him moan out your name. he sets a pace, pounding into you with much desperation, your breasts move with each powerful thrust he does.

your hearts beat, chest to chest, lips to lips, eyes staring back at each other with much silent love there is. he kisses you as he rocks a rhythm of endless pleasure. you kiss him back, tongue dancing with his. you match his pace with a subtle rock in your hips as well. he moans in your mouth as his hand grips your neck, you sigh heavenly, his big hand on your throat. squeezing lightly as he fucks you with more precision.

"qimir, please-" you feel like you're about to explode as his other hand descended down to rub your clit. he feels you clench hard around him as your fingers gripped tight on his hair. he groans, pounding into you, loving the way your face contorts into a face of pleasure. he gives one hard thrust in your warm cunt before your back arch, shuddering as you clamp tight around him. his muscles tense as you greedily take in his sweaty figure. your orgasm washes over you as qimir pounds into you.

"good, good, so good for me-" he rolls his eyes back as he also is at the point of cumming. he trains his eyes down to you, seeing your wet eyes, bruised chest and neck, his hand wrapped around your pretty throat and those moans you let out when he thrusts in faster. an guttural groan he lets out as he empties himself inside you, flooding your cunt with his warm cum.

you let out a breathy sigh, feeling warm underneath him. he pulls out, dropping beside you as you release your hand from his hair. you let him pull you to his chest, a muscled arm wrapped around your back as you drop your head to his chest. your chests are heaving and you can hear the strong beat of his heart and it makes you smile.

"you are my equal." he whispers, kissing the top of your head.

"and i you." you whisper back, those words cementing between both of you as you wondered further but you let yourself close your eyes, enjoying the quiet moment.

the whole room is dark as you sat up on the bed. qimir is fast asleep beside you, still bare but his back is shown in front of you. your eyes wander to the scar of his, your finger ghost above it but you pull away. you kiss his shoulder as he stirs for a moment. you stand up, wrapping yourself around your discarded robe you pick up from the floor as you headed to the other room.

and you watch with heavy eyes, seeing osha putting on the cortosis helmet qimir wore. and that answers the question in your mind of what path might the young girl take. a feeling washes over you and doubt crosses your mind as you look back to see your beloved sith sleeping peacefully. you watch back to osha as you step back, letting yourself accept what lies ahead and it frightens you finally.

but all you know is that qimir will be by your side, always.

writing smut after waking up is smth. XD

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eren first meeting his roommate

aka ; eren yeager having a gay awakening <3

-> might be a series? idk i love roommate eren a lot so probably will be a series LMFAO also also there's really no obvious romance here, it's just silent admiration and crushes

also eren is very much puppy-like and high energy in this one hashtag sorry if u love emo eren, he will NOT be emo here!!! hashtag no regrets.

eren yeager x male reader

— eren was dead broke. his ass definitely did not have enough money for either dorming on campus or off campus, but off campus was the cheaper option. and since he went to a college so far away from home, it would be too big of a hassle to commute. so him and his parents compromised by giving him an "allowance" every month, which would basically pay for a third of rent. but that meant he had to use his own money to pay the next third, then find someone else to pay the final third. ( 1/3 being paid by his parents, 1/3 being paid by him, 1/3 being paid by a lifesavior roommate, aka you!!!!!)

— it was very odd to see eren, who on first impressions seemed like an intimidating individual, sit you down at the empty kitchen table and beg you, literally beg you with his hands in praying form, to room with him. he was very, very obviously desperate to find someone else to live with.

"please, i will be good - i've heard from all my friends i'm a great person to live with, my mouth will vouch (he is a terrible person to live with, but if he has to do more household chores in order to get a roommate he will). i will let you speak to my own mother and father, they will vouch and say-"

"i believe you, eren, why are you crying?"

"PLEASE LIVE WITH ME!!!"

that's an exaggeration of what happened...he didn't actually start crying, but his begging was insistent and borderline pathetic.

— in the end, you agreed !!! paying 1/3 of rent was better than paying 1/2 + the place wasn't in a terrible location, it was close to school, and was a pretty good size for two bedrooms. since eren was already settled in, he helped you move in. and that was when you were given a free GUN SHOW because damn was this man working hard in lifting your many boxes of belongings. it was almost like he wore a tight shirt on purpose, just to show off. he very adamanently told you that you didn't need to hire movers and he'd do all the heavy lifting, along with muttering about how they were "scammers" with how much they charged.

"eren, i can lift some of these-"

"no, please, consider this my thanks for moving in with me," eren grunted, holding a huge box of your clothes with relative ease. he was sweating, but that was because this was probably the third box of heavy stuff he had to carry from the car to the building.

he was wearing a beige shirt that hugged his muscular form, emphasizing every single ripple underneath the fabric. and as you two stood in the elevator (thank god the building had an elevator or else eren would have had to carry all the boxes up three flights of stairs), the only sound in the metallic box was eren's heavy breathing.

his muscular chest (boobs) were moving up and down as he tried catching his breath, his hands lifting to wipe the sweat off of his forehead with the collar of his shirt.

your eyes watched each of his movements carefully before you snapped out of it with the dinging of the elevator to tell you you were on your floor. you got out of elevator first, holding your arm to the door to prevent it from closing on him.

he shot you a smile in thanks before proceeding to easily lift up the box (it was at least over 50 pounds, mind you) and walk ahead to the room.

what you didn't know was that eren's cheeks were burning red as he had felt your stare on him earlier and it made him feel shy. you didn't have to know that he was purposely flexing harder with each cardboard box he had to lift. it was his own subtly way of trying to impress you, anyway.

it was flustering to know that it was somewhat working.

— after all the boxes were situated inside of the small apartment, he went to put all of your utilities away, like your own set of utensils, plates that you bought to share, and a couple of mugs. meanwhile, you went to your room to personalize and unpack all of your clothing. as eren was occupied working in the kitche, he felt himself smiling to himself as he carefull put away any of your belongings in the shelves. he felt himself laughing at one of your comedic mugs, a ceramic figure that took the shape of a chubby cat. the tail of the animal curved into being the handle and a funny expression was painted onto the cat's face.

"what's so funny, yeager?" you challenged, stretching your hands above head, "you think my mugs are funny?"

eren laughed, putting it away intot he cupboard and turning to look at you, "i think they're cute, they're also fitting,"

you made a face of uncertainty, which only made eren's grin go wider, "alright, you'll see."

"i'll see what?"

"you'll see — when i get you your own mug, you'll learn to appreciate it more,"

"oh, god, please don't." eren said, leaning against the counter on his elbow and staring at you, who were sitting on the other side, "for your first night here, you want me to treat us to take out? the chinese place down the road is really good,"

he watched your expression carefully. wordlessly, you walked around the counter and to the fridge. once you opened it, it took you a total of three seconds before you looked back at eren with a grimace.

"the only thing in here is ketchup and mayo..."

"those are the condiments i use to eat my fast food with," eren shrugged, making you only become more flabbergasted. "what??"

"oh my god, let's finish unpacking later, we need to go buy groceries,"

"but you didn't answer my question on dinner?"

"i'll make dinner — you save more money buying groceries and making meals out of them instead of buying takeout everynight, eren," you lectured, making him tilt his head in thought. he supposed you were right, so he didn't argue against going grocery shopping.

as you announced you were just going to change quickly, he then thought about it for a second longer. then a blush fell on his face as he imagined you at the kitchen, cooking a meal for just him and you.

god, was he really developing a crush on his roommate that just moved in?

— the grocery shopping turned unserious very fast. bring eren to any public environment and he won't be able to stay on track for a second. you didn't really know eren that well (it sounds silly to say that considering you are now living with him, but prior to agreeing to be his roommate, he really was just a stranger to you), so to see his more childish side bleeding through his cold exterior was a good change of pace. he was a very goofy guy, making funny faces at babies with the intent of making them cry, and would easily get distracted. he had tried dragging you off to the pokemon card wall several times when all you needed were groceries.

"did you see the way its face scrunched up?" he grinned in excitement before focusing on mimicking the expression a baby he tormented made. you laughed at the face he was making before smacking his shoulders.

"be nicer! they're just babies, eren," you softly scolded, weak chuckles escaping from you.

"just babies that make funny faces," eren laughed, switching from standing at your left side to your right side repeatedly as you stood in front of the produce section, "what even are you going to make tonight?"

"hm, how about pasta? you like pasta?" eren nodded his head in affirmation, "i was just going to buy some staple fruits and vegetables too, though, in case we get hungry for snacks,"

"snacks? i can run to the chips section too then! what chips do you want?" eren said, very excited to go to his second favorite section of the store (the junk food aisles).

"just get me a bag of f/c," you requested politely, making him nod like an eager puppy and run off.

you finished going down the list of basic ingrediants for a white sauce pasta, while also grabbing anything that you could use for other dishes in the future.

just as you turned around to your now full cart of vegetables, sauces, fruits, and meat, eren came bounding back towards you. this time, he was now holding five bags of chips, in his mouth he was carrying a single packet of pokemon cards, and in his fingers he was desperately holding a lottery ticket.

"look! we can open up a pack of pokemon cards, i got you one too, it's in my pocket though, since i figured you wouldn't want my spit on it, and then i also have a lottery ticket. i have a feeling we will win it big! and if we do, we won't have to pay rent for like five months!"

"eren, what the fuck? i thought you were just getting chips,"

the accused man pouted at the tone you were taking with him, dropping his arms into the car to free them of the five bags of chips, "i was!! but look, i'll pay for the lottery ticket, chips, and pokemon cards! c'mon, it'll be fun to open the cards together and everything!"

he almost pouted at you, can you belive this guy? pouted at you with begging puppy dog eyes. you almost smooshed his face with the palm of your head, but restrained yourself.

"fine, let's just go and pay,"

eren grinned in achievement, pumping his fist into the air, "c'mon, i wanna open these on the ride home!" he said, referring to the pokemon cards.

"alright, alright, i don't know anything about them though, so you're just gonna have to tell me what's good or not,"

"if it's shiny and reflective, give it to me, that's all you need to know," eren said dismissively. he swiftly took your spot behind the cart, pushing it with ease and only allowing you to walk beside him. "what pasta are you cooking for tonight?"

"i bought alfredo sauce, so i'll just add in some vegetables and to the pasta and make...chicken alfredo? if that's alright with you," eren almost salivated at the thought. he simply nodded his head eagerly, the bangs around his face bouncing at the movement.

"sounds delicious! man, i really lucked out with you as my roomie, huh? we're gonna make a great pair!" he threw his arm around your shoulder and pulled you in closer as he said this, an innocent grin on his face.

— that night, the two of you sat on foldable chairs watching tv. eren's parents gave you two as a house warming gift. it was small, but it was working so that was all that mattered. eren and you laughed at the tv screen until the late hours, where you both agreed to finally call it a night.

"should i make breakfast tomorrow morning? or are you gonna be in clases by the time i get up?"

eren frowned, "i have classes all day tomorrow, from 8 in the morning to 7 at night, so you don't have to worry about making too many servings,"

you nodded in understanding, "alright, then, i'll see you when you get back then,"

eren and you were about to break off to your own rooms, but he called out to you one last time, "uhm, what time are you gonna be in classes?"

"i only have one class tomorrow, 1 to 3:15," his face brightened up, which instinctively made you smile at him in return.

"we can go get lunch together then," he offered, "there's a good place that has burgers, it's like a ten minute walk from the main campus. i have a break in between classes at 4? if that's okay with you, of course,"

you grinned so wide that it almost hurt your cheeks. eren was a really nice guy, he was going out of his way to just get to know you better and spend some time with you, "yeah, that sounds perfect. meet me at the bus stop that's right outside the main hall and we can walk together,"

"okay, yeah!" eren nodded his head repeatedly, the bangs on the side of his head once again moving at such rapid mvoement. "then, i'll text you tomorrow when i get out of class!"

"sure, that sounds good." there was a pause and you pivotted your torso to turn away from the smiling brunette, "good night, eren,"

the man blinked and nodded his head, also turning away, calling out a, "goodnight, [name]," very quickly.

and the two of you fell asleep with grins on both of your faces. eren had brought the blanket up to his face, as if he was paranoid that there were someone watching his blushing face only redden. your smile was really, really handsome, his heart felt like it was in his throat everytime he remembered it.

[kismets-barista]

Breakdances in here; I wanted to share a blurb I wrote based off of this heartwrenching post by @tea0w0stache. Go look at their Crystal JD au- it's wonderfully painful. (Why did we as a collective JD fangroup say let's make his life worse? It's a hashtag mystery.)

Crimp wasn't going to encourage his rescue. She was a part of this, but hearing how broken and weak the frail troll's voice was made her heart break. Even by just a little.

The hair creature slowly, carefully made her way to the bottle, and hesitantly rested a hand on the cool glass. She tilted her head, reflections of a balled JD shining in her glasses.

"I-I'm sure they will?" Her voice tapered into a squeak, and Dory couldn't help but flinch at the response.

He turned his head slightly, just enough for Crimp to see his dull, greying eyes. A slow, shake of his head, and a sad chuckle followed.

"Y' just don't get it. I left them once. If anything..."

He turned his head slightly, just enough for Crimp to see his dull, greying eyes. A slow, shake of his head, and a sad chuckle followed.

"Y' just don't get it. I left them once. If anything..."

He paused as shocks of pain rippled through his spine and arms.

Let out a sharp whine, tail wrapping its way around his body as a sad form of a hug.

He caught his breath, and spoke again.

"If anything, I deserve this. They're obviously happier without me."

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[txfeline720]

Okay, I have an idea for introducing Astrotrain in Earthspark.

The kids are minding their own business when suddenly, one of them notices a brief tremble in the ground. Then another. And another.

Bonus points if there's a glass of water with ripples in it.

They're puzzled and confused.

What is that? What's causing it?

Hashtag, with her knowledge of all things's media, knows right then and there that it can only mean one thing.

Something very big was coming their way.

This gets all of them very quiet. Who or what is big enough to make the ground shake?

The tremors get bigger and louder. Robbie and Mo find themselves having to hold onto anything to keep their balance and not fall over.

They all stand in tense silence, weapons drawn, and form a circle around their human siblings in a protective stance.

They wait. The steps get even louder and louder and closer and closer, when suddenly...

It stops.

The children stare in confusion. What happened?

Then they hear a scream.

The Terrans look down to see Mo clinging to Robbie and looking upwards with terror in her wide eyes.

They slowly turn their heads up and freeze.

Towering over the children, standing so high that autobots and decepticons were mere action figures in comparison, was a giant mech.

Though said mech was bested by Megatron once in battle and said deed can be done again with ease on the latter's part, the metal titan was still a force that very few beings would dare reckon with.

Blazing red optics gazed down at the trembling group, and they knew right then and there who the mysterious earth shaker was.

Astrotrain.

[cityzenshark]

Draft for "Firsts to Grow Up: Book Two - Unity"

1 – Happy Birthdays: Celebrations

The Malto Terrans have been training for months to prepare themselves to travel the globe. Before the day of departure, the family and town celebrate Twitch & Thrash’s first birthday. But the party is being targeted by a mysterious new Terran who follows the name Meridian.

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2 – Happy Birthdays: Farewells

Suspecting Meridian is well and active again, Hashtag changes her mind about leaving Witwicky. She gets unexpected help from Skyfire, meanwhile her siblings meet their travel guides.

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3 – Kindle & Ember of Sunlight

Twitch flies to Peru with Powerglide, an Autobot who is on the fence in joining G.H.O.S.T for years. They meet a tribe who cares for twin Terrans name Kindle and Ember with the help of Slingshot – who supposedly to have died in the war.

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4 – Kite Flying

Nightshade and Bumblebee travel to the freezing deserts of Mongolia. The Terran who resides there has trouble speaking after nearly getting taken by “monsters” if it were not for Clobber, a Decepticon outcast.

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5 – Icy Shields & Ripples

Jawbreaker braves a vicious snowstorm to confront the ram Terran who had attacked their G.H.O.S.T guide and stole Thrash’s shield.

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6 – The Math on Spitting Fire

Back home in Witwicky, Hashtag messes around with Twitch’s modified drone only for it to be scanned as an alt-mode for the new Meridian Terran. Meridian does not drink enough coffee to handle the mess caused by ... his Terrans. Ugh!

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7 – Leaflets

Agent Bagheri faces familiar troubles with her new station when a man-sized leaf mantis kept playing with the computers. Surprisingly, the troubles point a lead to a strange object hiding on the Earth’s orbit.

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8 – Hiding Plainly

While trying to convince Aftermath and Spitfire to leave Meridian, Hashtag and Mo stumble upon a strange creature lingering at the destroyed Emberstone cave. Terratronus feels threatened by it.

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9 – Irony of the Creator: The First Terrans

The Terrans gather at Terratronus’ Core and learn about the first Terrans born thousands of years ago that was wiped out by their distant “cousins”, the Quintessons.

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10 – Irony of the Creator: Quintesson

Conflicted over Terratronus’ wish, the Terrans split into two sides: one wants to keep the Emberstones intact while the other respects Terratronus’ wish to destroy them. Meridian and his Terrans cease the opportunity to steal the relics. Unbeknownst to the three, they are being observed...

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11 – Conjoining, in Meaning & Literally

Twitch faces a reflection of herself through Kindle after Ember’s injury, Thrash humbles Ice Mirror’s arrogance, Hashtag and Nightshade help Kites with her speech, and Jawbreaker accidentally unleashed a new ability on Aftermath. Spitfire wished she could drink alcohol, driving Megatron crazy.

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Please note that these are very rough drafts. There are 3 more OC Terrans that have yet to be introduced.

[tinynerdz360]

Above and Beyond Chapter 8: First Contact?

With a simple press of a button an image was released to the public; an image that would set the internet ablaze: an enigmatic alien boy with snow-white hair and piercing green eyes, standing with the Ares Crew. His build was of a scrawny teenager compared to the adult astronauts.

 The questions came fast —Was this incontrovertible proof of extraterrestrial life? Had the government been harboring cosmic secrets all along?

The unknown employee smirked at his handy work. He felt pleased at what he had done, and not an ounce of shame or regret. This would set the necessary wheels into motion.

***

Hashtags and buzzwords spread like wildfire across social media as the leaked image of Dantom went viral. Theories abounded, ranging from measured skepticism to wild-eyed conspiracy.

"Alien Boy Among Astronauts – What Is NASA Hiding?"

"NASA discovers evidence of aliens on Mars #LittleGreenMen #WeAreNotAlone"

"Leaked photo reveals hidden extraterrestrial, are they walking among us? #Area51Revealed #TruthIsOutThere"

"Press conference DEMANDED - what is @NASA hiding from the American people? Full transparency now! #ReleaseTheAliens #NASACoverup"

Teddy Sanders scrolled through the endless stream of tweets, a scowl etched on his brow, fingers drumming an agitated rhythm on his mahogany desk. They had planned to let the public know, he was hoping to do this on his own terms. That they would be able to delay for a little bit longer. An alien discovery was one of those cases where NASA had wanted to give its own government a heads up and time to process this world-changing event.

But soon after getting the crew picture with Dantom, someone leaked it to the public.

With a heavy sigh, Teddy picked up the phone and dialed the president. This conversation wasn't going to be pleasant.

The call clicked through. "Mr. President, we have a situation." Teddy gripped the receiver with white knuckles. "An unauthorized image of the entity has been leaked. It's spreading rapidly online."

"God damnit, Mr. Sanders!" President Davis' voice boomed through the line, frustration palpable. "I thought I made it crystal clear - no leaks, period. You assured me NASA had this under control."

Teddy winced, feeling the sharp sting of failure. "Sir, I apologize. We're investigating the source of the breach. But right now, we need to get in front of this. The media sharks are circling, demanding answers. And I’d like to point out, that NASA did not have to tell you first. We are a public domain; the public would be told eventually. It’s just happening sooner than later."

Tense hung between them. "I see. I assume we’re on the same page?” Davis asked.

“The page being the emphasis of peaceful contact and diplomacy?” Teddy emphasized.

“Yes, yes, of course.” The President replied. Teddy could just imagine him waving his hand in the air in dismissal. The line clicked dead.

Teddy leaned back in his chair, rubbing his throbbing temples. This alien kid was proving to be more trouble than he ever imagined. As speculation raged out of control, time was of the essence. They needed to seize the narrative before it spiraled beyond their grasp.

With a deep breath, Teddy reached for his computer mouse and clicked open his saved draft of his speech.  

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The cameras flashed incessantly as Teddy Sanders stepped up to the podium, the NASA logo emblazoned on the wall behind him. He cleared his throat, his heart pounding against his ribs. "Good afternoon, everyone. Thank you for being here today."

He glanced down at his carefully prepared notes. "As many of you are aware, an image has been circulating online depicting what appears to be an extraterrestrial being alongside our Ares crew on Mars." Murmurs rippled through the room, but Teddy pressed on.

"I can confirm that this image is authentic. During their mission, our astronauts encountered a juvenile alien life form, which we have come to learn is named 'Dantom.' This alien child was injured, and our crew has been assisting him and successfully making peaceful contact.

The room erupted into a frenzy of shouted questions and camera flashes. Teddy raised his hands, attempting to quiet the crowd. "Please, let me finish. We understand the monumental significance of this discovery and the delicate nature of the situation. Our top priority is ensuring the well-being of Dantom and maintaining a peaceful relationship with any potential extraterrestrial civilizations."

He took a deep breath, his voice growing more solemn. "We face unprecedented challenges in navigating this uncharted territory. But I assure you, we are proceeding with the utmost caution and respect. NASA, in collaboration with the government, is committed to transparency and will provide regular updates as the situation unfolds. Thank you."

As Teddy stepped away from the podium, the room exploded with a barrage of questions.

***

President Alfred Davis stood tall behind the lecture podium, he had handsome dark skin, and a charming smile. His presence commanding the attention of the entire nation. The cameras zoomed in on his confident smile, capturing the historic moment. "My fellow Americans," he began, his deep voice resonating through the room, "today, we stand on the precipice of a new era for humanity."

He paused, letting the gravity of his words sink in. "The discovery of an alien child, Dantom, on Mars is a testament to the boundless possibilities that await us in the vastness of space. This is not a moment for fear or apprehension, but one of hope and opportunity."

Davis leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with ambition. "As your President, I am committed to fostering peaceful contact and maintaining good relations with Dantom's species."

"We must approach this situation with wisdom, compassion, and an open mind," he continued, his voice growing more impassioned. "I call upon all nations to join us in this endeavor, to set aside our differences and work together for the betterment of all sentient beings."

Behind the veneer of diplomatic ambition, those closest to him recognized the undercurrent of self-interest. To be the President who welcomed aliens to Earth, who brokered alliances among the stars—it was a legacy any leader would covet. And one that Alfred Davis craved more than anything else.  

As the audience erupted in applause, Davis basked in the moment, his ego swelling with each camera flash. *This is my destiny,* he thought, his smile widening.

***

The scene shifts to a bustling newsroom where reporters from various international outlets scramble to cover the breaking story. On a large television screen, a stern-faced journalist from the BBC delivers a scathing report.

"While the discovery of an alien child is indeed a momentous occasion, many world leaders are expressing their disappointment and frustration with President Davis's decision to keep this information hidden from the international community."

The camera cuts to a press conference, where the UN Secretary addresses a room full of journalists. "Transparency is crucial in matters of global significance," she states, her voice laced with a mix of relief and irritation. "While we are thankful that first contact was handled peacefully, the lack of communication and cooperation from the United States government is deeply concerning."

Meanwhile, on the streets of New York, a reporter wove through the crowd, microphone in hand, capturing the pulse of public opinion.

A middle-aged man in a suit shakes his head, his face etched with concern. "I don't trust it," he says, his voice tinged with xenophobia. "For all we know, this could be the beginning of an invasion. We need to protect our own first."

Not far from him, a middle-aged woman shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm neutral about it. If they wanted to harm us, wouldn't they have done so already?"

Next, a young woman steps up to the microphone. "I think it's incredible!" she exclaims, her enthusiasm palpable. "Just imagine what we could learn from them. This could be the start of something truly amazing."

The reporter approaches an elderly couple walking hand in hand. The man shrugs, his expression neutral. "I've seen a lot in my life," he says, his voice gruff but not unkind. "Aliens? Well, I suppose it was only a matter of time. As long as they come in peace, I've got no problem with it."

Excitement bubbled up in the form of a group of people of various ages all clad in sci-fi merchandise, their eyes bright and voices animated.

"Can you imagine? Actual aliens!" one exclaimed. "This could be the dawn of a whole new era, like...like Star Trek coming to life!"

"Think of what we could learn from them!" another chimed in, practically bouncing on their toes.

As the interviews continue, the divided reactions of the public become increasingly apparent. Some express fear and mistrust, while others embrace the possibility of interstellar friendship. The reporter turns to the camera, her face a mix of excitement and uncertainty.

"One thing is clear," the reporter says, her voice steady. "The world will never be the same again. As we stand on the precipice of a new era, it is up to all of us to decide how we will navigate this uncharted territory and shape the future of human-alien relations."

***

In the flickering glow of the living room TV, the residents of Amity Park clustered together as the evening news shifted to a breaking story. Amidst the collective gasp that rose from the townspeople, there lay a thread of recognition that twisted their shock into bewildered concern and confusion.

"Isn't that... Inviso-BILL?" someone trailed off, lips quivering in disbelief.

"Can't be; I thought he was a ghost, not an alien," another murmured.

Dash Baxter dropped his plate of pizza as the camera zoomed in. “Danny Phantom! So that’s where he’s been. In Space! So COOL!

"Is that... Danny Phantom?" Paulina asks, her voice laced with disbelief. "What's he doing on Mars?"

"Oh, WOW! I guess he was an alien this whole time.” Star said.

“Does this mean we had first contact? Kinda sucks that NASA’s stealing credit,”   Kwan remarked.

As the news spreads, the people of Amity Park find themselves grappling with a mix of emotions. Some express concern for their beloved hero, wondering if his presence on Mars means he's left them vulnerable to ghostly attacks. Others wonder if he was always an alien and not a ghost. Some wonder once again why The World never bothered with Amity Park's business.

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Across town, in the privacy of Sam's bedroom, three figures huddled around her laptop. Sam, Tucker, and Jazz watched the same broadcast, but their reactions diverged sharply from the rest of Amity Park. As the image of Danny—no, Dantom—flashed across the screen, relief washed over their faces like the first rays of dawn after a long, harrowing night.

"He's alive," Jazz whispers, her voice trembling with relief. "He's alive, and he's on Mars."

Sam stops pacing and leans over their shoulders; her brow furrowed with worry. "But why is he pretending to be an alien? What happened to him?"

"You know, only Danny can make first contact happen by being the alien.” Tucker chuckled, though the sound was shaky, relief undercutting the humor. "Classic Danny."

Jazz took a deep breath in and out, calming her anxiety. Her hands clasped so tightly that her knuckles turned white. "This whole week...we thought the GIW finally got him." She let go of a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding.

Their search had been relentless, scouring every corner, confronting every specter with the same desperate question: Where is Danny? But each inquiry led only to dead ends and mounting despair. They had been in the middle of making plans to infiltrate the GIW to see if they had him and rescue Danny if they had to. Sam had been ready to take any means necessary to save her best friend.

Sam stands up, her eyes blazing with resolve. "We're going to D.C.," she declares, her voice unwavering. "If Danny needs us, we'll be there for him. No matter what."

“Wow! Wait, if he’s on Mars, it will take them months to return. And they haven’t even left Mars yet.” Jazz quickly pointed out. 

“I know that I’m not stupid.” Sam glared. “But my gut tells me; we need to be the ones to inform NASA of the truth. Do you really think the government will sit by and play 'first contact tea party' with him? Do you really think that they won’t sic the GIW on him the first chance they have? I say we go, so we can be his backup. We can see what NASA knows and see if they can be allies. If not, WE get Danny out of there. Distract them, find a way to give him an opening. What if they greet him with ecto guns and shoot him down before he can run or poison him somehow? He might not be able to get out!” Sam ranted.

Jazz stared at the other teen. Her face turning from worry to determination. “You’re right. We don’t know what NASA knows. If they truly want to help, we might be the only ones that can give them the correct information. We can’t trust the government to play nice……I mean, they already keep Amity in the dark and out of the eye of the world.” Jazz crossed her arms; she hunched her shoulders up in concerned thought. “I’m honestly surprised they haven’t done worse to us. Especially with the anti-ecto policy. They could drag any of us off the streets.”

 Tucker nods, his fingers already flying across the keyboard. "I'll start digging into NASA's servers, see if I can find any information about what they know and what their intentions are.”

"Right," Jazz agreed, already pulling out her phone to look up flights. "He might have kept his secret from NASA, but the GIW must know by now, which means the government knows. Which means…... Danny is on borrowed time.”

"We've got his back," Tucker finished, his usual jovial demeanor replaced by the steadfast resolve of a friend ready to wade into the unknown. "Just like he's always had ours."

***

Jack Fenton's fist slammed down onto the console in his lab, causing a small eruption of sparks from the machinery. "That darn Phantom!" he bellowed, glaring at the image on the computer screen that showed Danny Phantom, or 'Dantom' as the media had begun to call the figure, standing amongst the astronauts on Mars.

"Jack, calm down," Maddie pleaded, her voice strained with concern, her eyes not leaving the second monitor that displayed a map with their son Danny's last known locations—each point a dead end.

"Can't you see what he's doing, Maddie? Pretending to be an alien just to gain fame! It's infuriating!" Jack's face was red with anger, and his hands shook as he raked them through his hair.

"Jack, please," Maddie said, her own frustration barely contained. "We need to focus. Our son is still missing, and if Phantom is on Mars, then he couldn't have taken Danny." Her voice broke slightly on their son's name, revealing the depth of her fear.

"Then who did?" Jack's question hung heavy in the air, unanswered. Together, they returned to the task at hand, capturing and interrogating any spectral entity they could find, hoping one of them held the key to Danny's whereabouts. But it had already been a week. They both felt the cold tendrils of fear crawl into their hearts. The more time that passed without a lead to Danny, the odds of them never finding him increased. The police hadn’t been able to find anything either. Both Jack and Maddie were convinced that a ghost had done it, not the living.

Jack wraps his arms around his wife, pulling her close as he tries to hold back his own tears. "We'll find him, Maddie. We won't rest until we bring Danny home safe and sound. And if a ghost did take him, they'll have to answer to the Fentons."

***

Meanwhile, in his mansion, Vlad Masters paces back and forth, his eyes glued to the television screen. He watches as the news anchors gush over the incredible discovery of an alien child on Mars, his fists clenching tighter with each passing minute.

"Damn you, Daniel," he mutters under his breath, his voice dripping with venom. "Of all the attention-seeking stunts you could have pulled, you just had to go and become the world's most famous alien."

Vlad's mind races with possibilities, his anger warring with his ever-present concern of maintaining his own secret identity. "As long as that brat keeps his mouth shut about our true nature, I suppose I can let him bask in the limelight for now," he muses, a calculating glint in his eye.

“But be careful, little Badger, one slip up, and I’ll have you locked away for all eternity.” Vlad thought. He could live without making him his adopted son. After all, without that pesky brat getting in the way, he could kill Jack and take Maddie all for himself. He could always make more sons.

With a final glance at the television, Vlad settles into his armchair; his fingers steepled as he begins to plot his next move. He knows that patience is key, and he's more than willing to bide his time until the perfect moment arises to strike.

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A cacophony of angry voices rebounded off the walls in the stark, sterile confines of the GIW’s operations center. Agents clad in their customary suits huddled around monitors that showed an endless loop of the image that had ignited worldwide speculation.

"Sir, the public's eating this up," a junior analyst said, tapping her tablet to bring up social media reactions. "Public opinions are mostly positive.”

Agent A glared in anger. “We can't let Phantom continue this masquerade. It's... it's a national security threat!"

Agent O nods in agreement, his jaw set in a grim line. "We need to get the President on our side. If we can convince him that Phantom is a danger to the country, he'll have no choice but to hand him over to us."

"And once we have Phantom in our custody, we'll make him pay for his deceit," Agent K adds, a cruel smirk twisting his features. "We'll expose him for the evil entity he truly is, and the world will finally see ghosts for the evil beings they are."

Agent A nodded, his expression unreadable behind dark glasses. "Move up the meeting with President Davis by force if necessary. He’ll understand once we explain," he ordered, his voice calm but carrying an undercurrent of urgency. "It's time we exposed the truth about ghosts, starting with Danny Phantom."

They had been working with the mole in the White House to set up a meeting, but it was clear they needed to educate the higher government sooner rather than later. They would understand and forgive the need for secrecy. Agent A could just see the President agreeing that the GIW needed to take funds in secret.

Agent A paused a nagging thought clawed at the back of his mind. “Agent O, how about you take this mission? I want you to meet with the President. Can I trust you? To make the President understand by any means necessary?”

Agent O straightened, purpose igniting within him. "Yes, Director. I'll make sure the president understands the gravity of the situation. I’ll do whatever it takes; you can count on me!"

As agents scurried to carry out their orders, TVs nationwide aired President Davis' call for unity and cooperation with the alien species. The channel switched to an UN assembly where diplomats voiced their concerns and criticisms, the atmosphere fraught with tension.

***Back on Mars****

Commander Melissa Lewis glanced at the beds lining the wall, her gaze lingering on the one where Dantom lay curled up, seemingly asleep.

"Alright, let's keep it down," she murmured, her voice carrying the authority.

"Let's go over our tasks once more," Lewis began, her eyes scanning the expectant faces. "We need to find a way to get Dantom what he needs —"

"Commander," interrupted Johanssen, her brow furrowed. I think we need to address the elephant in the room first." She gestured subtly toward Danny, " like how he can speak English and how Vogal can speak this alien language.”

Lewis nodded slowly, acknowledging the point. "You're right, Beth. This situation with Dantom... it's complicated things."

"Complicated is an understatement," Rick Martinez chimed in, his skepticism a stark contrast to his usually jovial demeanor. "He lied to us about speaking English. What else isn't he telling us?"

"Exactly," Lewis agreed, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. "It concerns me deeply. Not just that he wasn't honest from the start but also that his interaction with humanity has obviously been negative. If someone on Earth hurt him... We need to be careful how we handle this."

"Whatever his reasons for hiding the truth," Lewis continued, her voice firm yet tinged with empathy, "we have to remember he's just a kid. And he's scared. Let's not forget that."

Alex Vogel cleared his throat, drawing the room's focus. He stood with an engineer's precision, his face somber yet earnest. "I spoke with Dantom," he glanced toward the slumbering figure. "And I believe I understand how we can communicate."

The others leaned in, curiosity piqued.

"Back in Germany, when I was a child, I nearly drowned in a lake during a family outing," Vogel began, his voice steady despite the personal nature of his story. "From what Dantom told me, experiences like that allow for one to understand and, in some circumstances, speak what he calls, ‘Soul Speak’.”  

"Wait, you're saying because you almost died once, you can understand him?" Rick Martinez interjected, disbelief etching his features. "That sounds like something out of a fantasy."

"Perhaps it does," Vogel conceded with a nod. “But We don’t have much else to go on.”

“I can’t prove anything or disprove anything, for that matter. Nothing stands out in Vogel’s vitals, and nothing that stands out as odd from everyone else.” Beck said.

"Sure, but English? How does some near-death childhood experience explain him knowing our language?" Rick pressed, folding his arms across his chest as he scrutinized Vogel with a sharp gaze.

Vogel met Rick's skepticism with a calm resolve. "I do not claim to have all the answers, Rick. But our communication transcended mere words. It was as if we connected on a level beyond language—a shared understanding."

Rick's frown deepened, and he looked away. There was no protocol for otherworldly linguistics.

"Regardless of how it works," Vogel continued, addressing the group, "it's clear that Dantom has knowledge far exceeding our own in certain areas. We should consider the potential for learning from him."

Beth Johanssen leaned forward. “From what he said, he’s been on earth before, maybe he’s been there awhile…...but clearly someone hurt him….” Beth pointed out, trailing off with a hint of sadness in her tone.

Chris Beck shifted in his chair, the physician in him analyzing the boy's reactions from earlier interactions. "That would mean he's been among us—hiding in plain sight, or worse, a captive……someone hurt him, and it’s possible he learned English from his captors. And it would explain why he lied to us…...he was scared.”

Commander Lewis gave a heavy sigh. “We better hope it wasn’t the US government. THAT will complicate things.”

“Still doesn’t explain how he got here, and yes, I know he said by portal…...but a lot is missing from that story,” Mark commented.

“Maybe he found a way back to this ‘infinity realm’ as he escaped somehow. Maybe he got caught, then escaped, and then somehow ended up here?” Rick babbled on.

Vogel sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “We really don’t know how these ‘portals’ work and even how much of what the kid said was the truth.”

Beck crossed his arms in thought. “Either way, he needs this ecto-deposit. He’s weak. If we want to help him, we either find the deposit here or leave for earth.”

“I’ll contact command, I think our best bet is getting him back to earth.” Commander Lewis said. She turned to her computer screen to send off the message.

Mark Watney stepped up to Lewis’s side. He leaned over and whispered to her. “Maybe find a way to let command know that someone hurt him back on Earth.”

*sigh* “I plan to Watney.” Lewis replied.

“Yeah, but are you adding in the possibility it was us…. like the US government? Like this could be our fault, well, not OUR fault, but someone down there. What I’m trying to say is that we should come up with a backup plan to make sure he’s safe and we’re not handing him over to the wrong people.”

Lewis frowned. NASA would not like to hear this theory. But with NASA being a more public institution they might have a chance at protecting the kid or at least making him known to the public. “Keeping him in the public eye should help…...not just our public but the world.”

“Right! THAT way they can’t lock him away in area 51.” Mark replied.

Chapter 9

[stobotnikworld]

After All, He Deserves It - Ch 4 Teaser

Title: After All, He Deserves It - A Tickle Kink fic Rating: M Genre: Romance, Hurt/comfort Link: AO3

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Thank you for being so patient guys! The next couple of chapters are nearly here.

There has been a lot of writing going on, but most of the work has been shifted around and saved for various chapters, so hopefully you should see a few updates coming your way soon!

For now, here is a teaser of chapter 4. Dr Robotnik is going to start spoiling Stone rotten from this point forth! *_*

In this chapter Robotnik is worrying himself sick about Stone, his bad dreams and why he keeps going for late night walks without telling him.

He wonders if he is missing home, and plans to finally tackle the issue that night, but wants to be gentle and spoil him rotten first.

So he runs the most luscious spa-bath for him, decorated with romantic candles, exotic flowers and scents to remind him of home, with rose petals trailing from the bathroom to the front door. (Spoiler: Massages, cuddles, romantic kisses, silliness, tickling...)

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ASMR

The bath water ran hot and deep. The luscious loud pouring, rushing, wallowing and rippling sounds, as the whirlpool jets filled the giant wooden beech-coloured bathtub, transported him in blissful fantasy to nature-reclaimed island spas.

The perfumed bath soaks and oils dropped, dived, swam and glided, flipped and rolled luxuriously in pastel circles and forked rivers. Much like Koi fish, mini galaxies, drip paintings, or tropical undergrowth spreading rapidly in hot climates.

The gentle scents of the Middle East (and South Asia), enticing rare flowers and juicy fruit liberated his senses, as the cosy, sensual, musky and uplifting perfumes mixed, rose and dispersed.

Soft ruby-red rose petals floated on the waters surface lovingly, scattered artfully and delectably, their sweet smell and perfectly preserved dresses 'mini ethereal slices of home.' Two fuchsia-pink and ice-white lotus flowers danced, and spun calmly round each other like Apsara (Indian faeries, or cloud and water spirits.)

A mixture of cherry blossom petals and roses led the way to the bathroom, from the bedroom, and down the beech-coloured stairs leading to the cabin door.

Richly-coloured trails of hand-painted mandala tea-lights containing 'Midsummer's Night', flickered mysteriously around the bathroom. Spiritually. Protectively.

The attractive 'experience' had been comprised of citrus, herbaceous, woody, bergamot, lime, lavender, pine floral sage, cedarwood, vetiver, juniper berry, clary sage and moss. Otherwise described as 'an intoxicating and masculine blend of musk, patchouli, sage and mahogany cologne' - or Lynx, to those unfamiliar with this particular Yankee Candle.

Small vases of orchids and lilies, and bowls of potpourri scented with hop, lavender, jasmine and sandalwood posed elegantly in the four corners of the now-spa room. Each glass centrepiece was wrapped with tiny sparkling green leafy fairy lights, and had fuchsia rose petals and cherry blossoms scattered around the bases.

Pretty diffusers scented with Thyme, Mint and Eucalyptus puffed dreamily into the warm Spring night and, as the window was open letting in the scent of fresh grass and rain, a lovely breeze perfected the atmosphere.

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[newreflectionswomensshelter]

#NewReflections

[The Movie / A True Story and Testimony]

https://newreflections.org/

To create a compelling campaign and marketing strategy around the powerful stories of Charitu, Harmony, Natasha, and Bambi Prescott, here’s a focused approach:

Campaign Name: “Reflections of Hope”

Define the Narrative Framework

Core Message: “Every Reflection Tells a Story of Courage, Hope, and Transformation.”

Focus on Personal Growth: Highlight the emotional and inspiring journeys of these individuals to humanize the organization and foster connection.

Feature Stories in a Multi-Channel Campaign

Charitu's Story: “From Survival to Strength”

Theme: A journey of resilience and rediscovery.

Content Ideas:

Short film: Showcase Charitu’s early struggles, the turning point, and her flourishing life at New Reflections.

Blog post: “How Charitu Found Her Voice and Strength Through New Reflections.”

Social Media: Post images of her community contributions with captions like “Strength is built one step at a time.”

Harmony’s Story: “Finding Balance in Chaos”

Theme: How Harmony overcame life’s turmoil and rebuilt her path.

Content Ideas:

Infographic: Timeline of Harmony’s journey, from chaos to clarity.

Podcast Episode: Harmony discussing her experiences in her own words, offering raw and relatable insights.

Quote Campaign: Use her powerful quotes as social media teasers.

Natasha’s Story: “The Power of Self-Belief”

Theme: Triumph through confidence and self-love.

Content Ideas:

Testimonial Video: Natasha sharing the “before and after” of her life with New Reflections.

Instagram Stories: Snapshots of Natasha achieving milestones (e.g., job success, hobbies, or personal goals).

Community Outreach: Natasha leading a workshop or speaking at events about overcoming adversity.

Bambi Prescott’s Story: “A Testimony of Advocacy and Transformation”

Theme: From personal struggle to becoming a voice for others.

Content Ideas:

Blog Series: “Bambi’s Testimony: How Her Journey Inspired an Entire Movement.”

Digital Artwork: Create visuals representing Bambi’s advocacy work and tie them to New Reflections’ mission.

Leadership Campaign: Position Bambi as an advocate and leader, emphasizing the ripple effect of her actions.

Marketing Channels and Strategies

Digital Platforms

Website Feature:

Create a dedicated landing page: “Meet Charitu, Harmony, Natasha, and Bambi.”

Use dynamic storytelling with interactive timelines, videos, and quotes.

Email Marketing:

Send out a 4-part email series focusing on each story with a CTA for donations, volunteering, or sharing.

Social Media Campaign:

Weekly Highlights: Dedicate each week to one story, using photos, videos, and inspirational captions.

Create a hashtag: #ReflectionsOfHope to encourage user engagement.

Community Engagement

Host a Story Night Event:

Invite Charitu, Harmony, Natasha, and Bambi to share their stories in person or via a live stream.

Include a Q&A session to deepen the audience’s connection.

Partner with local media to amplify reach.

Measure and Refine

Metrics to Monitor:

Video views, shares, and engagement.

Website traffic and conversion rates.

Donations or volunteer sign-ups attributed to the campaign.

Audience Feedback: Conduct polls or surveys to understand the emotional impact of the stories.

Long-Term Impact

Use the success of this campaign to develop a Story Archive on the New Reflections website, continually adding new stories of triumph.

Expand storytelling into workshops, books, or even a short documentary.

Would you like me to draft specific content, such as an introductory blog post, social media captions, or email scripts for this campaign?

Creating a true-life movie or film based on the stories of Charitu, Harmony, Natasha, and Bambi Prescott can serve as a powerful medium to inspire audiences worldwide. Below is an outline for a feature film that weaves their testimonies into a cohesive narrative:

Film Title: “Reflections of Resilience”

Storyline Structure

Opening Scene

The movie begins with Bambi Prescott narrating a profound reflection:

“Life is like a mirror. It reflects not just who we are but who we can become when given the chance to heal, grow, and thrive.”

Visuals of the New Reflections community—a bustling, vibrant center filled with laughter, tears, and transformation.

Act 1: Introductions & Struggles

Each woman’s story is introduced through flashbacks intertwined with their current life at New Reflections:

Charitu: A young woman escaping an abusive environment, showing her struggle to trust and find strength.

Harmony: Battling addiction and the aftermath of family breakdown, her fight for balance becomes central.

Natasha: Striving to overcome self-doubt and societal judgment as she rebuilds her life.

Bambi: Reflecting on her own hardships, Bambi’s story serves as the backbone, demonstrating her role as both a survivor and an advocate.

Act 2: Turning Points

Each character experiences a pivotal moment at New Reflections:

Charitu finds her voice during a community workshop, standing up to share her poetry.

Harmony learns to channel her struggles into art, creating a mural that symbolizes healing.

Natasha lands her first stable job, reigniting her belief in herself.

Bambi leads a campaign to expand New Reflections, inspiring the residents and gaining national attention.

Act 3: Triumphs & Legacies

The women come together to organize a public event celebrating transformation stories.

Flash-forwards show how their lives have continued to evolve—Charitu mentoring young women, Harmony becoming an artist, Natasha launching a support group, and Bambi advocating for systemic change.

Climactic Scene

A heartfelt speech from Bambi at the event, highlighting how each story is a piece of the larger reflection of hope.

Final montage: The ripple effect of their growth as their lives touch others in unseen ways.

Themes and Messages

Resilience: The power of the human spirit to overcome challenges.

Community: How collective support can transform lives.

Advocacy: The importance of raising voices for those who cannot.

Empowerment: Celebrating personal victories and inspiring others to do the same.

Visual and Cinematic Style

Tone: Raw yet uplifting, balancing realism with hope.

Cinematography:

Warm, soft lighting during moments of connection.

Stark, cold tones during flashbacks to struggles.

Vibrant colors in scenes of triumph and healing.

Music: A score that evolves from somber piano pieces to anthemic orchestral crescendos, symbolizing growth.

Casting and Characters

Charitu: Portrayed as resilient yet reserved, blossoming into a confident leader.

Harmony: Dynamic and emotional, with moments of humor and vulnerability.

Natasha: Quietly strong, showing grit and determination in small, powerful actions.

Bambi Prescott: Charismatic and passionate, a guiding force for the other women.

Marketing and Distribution Strategy

Pre-Release Campaign

Teaser Trailers: Snippets of each woman’s story, ending with a unifying tagline: “Every Reflection Holds a Story of Hope.”

Social Media: Behind-the-scenes interviews with the real Charitu, Harmony, Natasha, and Bambi.

Partnerships: Collaborate with advocacy groups and shelters to host early screenings.

Distribution

Theatrical Release: Premiere in key cities with community-focused events.

Streaming Platforms: Netflix, Hulu, or Amazon Prime for global reach.

Community Screenings: Partner with nonprofits and educational institutions.

Impact Goals

Raise awareness for New Reflections and similar organizations.

Inspire donations, volunteering, and advocacy.

Foster conversations about resilience and healing.

Would you like help drafting a script, casting ideas, or even designing the promotional material for this film?

Here’s a concise outline for a 7,000-word novel titled "Reflections of Resilience," focused on the intertwined lives of Charitu, Harmony, Natasha, and Bambi Prescott. The structure ensures an emotionally impactful narrative within the word limit.

Title: Reflections of Resilience

Genre: Contemporary Fiction / Inspirational Tone: Hopeful, Raw, Empowering

Structure Overview

Part I: Beginnings (2,000 words)

Introduce the struggles of Charitu, Harmony, Natasha, and Bambi Prescott through individual snapshots of their lives before arriving at New Reflections.

Charitu’s Backstory:

Scene: Charitu hides in a church after escaping an abusive partner. Her internal dialogue reveals the guilt and fear that plague her, but also a flicker of hope for a better life.

Emotional hook: A poignant memory of her mother encouraging her to write poetry as a means of escape.

Harmony’s Backstory:

Scene: Harmony is at rock bottom, sleeping in her car after losing her job due to substance abuse. She finds a flyer for New Reflections in the backseat and hesitates to believe it could be real.

Emotional hook: A voicemail from her estranged daughter, left months ago, asking if she’s okay.

Natasha’s Backstory:

Scene: Natasha sits alone in a public library, scrolling through job listings but feeling paralyzed by self-doubt. Her story reveals years of emotional neglect and societal judgment for being a single mother.

Emotional hook: A stranger offers her a warm meal, telling her about New Reflections.

Bambi Prescott’s Introduction:

Scene: Bambi stands on stage at a fundraiser for New Reflections, reflecting on her own journey from pain to advocacy. Her narration weaves through the struggles of Charitu, Harmony, and Natasha, linking their stories.

Emotional hook: A line from Bambi’s speech: “Each of us carries scars, but together, we can heal. Here’s how I know…”

Part II: The Turning Point (3,000 words)

Focus on their transformation at New Reflections, weaving the characters’ stories together as they intersect and grow.

Charitu’s Growth:

Charitu joins a writing workshop at New Reflections and pens a poem about freedom that she reads aloud. The moment is cathartic, and for the first time, she feels seen and heard.

She befriends Natasha, who encourages her to compile her poems into a book for other survivors.

Harmony’s Growth:

Harmony channels her pain into art therapy, creating a mural that represents the lives of the residents. Natasha volunteers to help her, and the two form a bond.

A pivotal scene shows Harmony confronting her addiction head-on, destroying her stash of pills with Natasha by her side.

Natasha’s Growth:

Natasha finds work through New Reflections’ job placement program, gaining confidence with each small success.

She begins mentoring other residents, including Charitu, showing how her own growth is tied to lifting others.

Bambi’s Role:

Bambi takes on a leadership role, working tirelessly to secure funding and expand New Reflections.

A conversation with Charitu inspires Bambi to reflect on her own journey and share her vulnerabilities with the residents, deepening their trust in her.

Part III: Reflections of Hope (2,000 words)

Bring the characters’ arcs to a satisfying resolution while showcasing their enduring impact.

Charitu’s Resolution:

Charitu publishes her poetry book, dedicating it to “all those finding their way out of the shadows.” She begins hosting writing workshops at New Reflections.

Harmony’s Resolution:

Harmony completes her mural, which becomes a symbol of hope for all new residents. She reconnects with her daughter, who attends the unveiling.

Natasha’s Resolution:

Natasha is hired full-time by New Reflections and becomes a mentor, guiding other women through their journeys. She and Charitu continue their friendship, finding strength in their bond.

Bambi’s Resolution:

Bambi’s advocacy work leads to the opening of a new New Reflections center. The novel ends with her visiting the mural and reflecting on the resilience of the women she’s helped.

Themes

Resilience: Triumphing over adversity through personal growth and community support.

Healing: The power of shared experiences and creativity to mend emotional wounds.

Empowerment: Women uplifting one another to create lasting change.

Style and Tone

Perspective: Third-person limited, shifting focus between the four women’s perspectives.

Tone: Uplifting but grounded in reality, showing the rawness of their struggles and the joy of their triumphs.

Language: Poetic yet accessible, reflecting the emotional depth of the characters.

Would you like me to draft an excerpt, such as the opening scene or a pivotal moment from one of the characters' journeys?

Here’s a revised outline for a 7,000-word novel titled "Reflections of Resilience" incorporating the new characters: Amy, Elle, and Ayesha. Each woman’s story interweaves to form a compelling narrative of struggle, growth, and triumph.

Title: Reflections of Resilience

Genre: Contemporary Fiction / Inspirational Tone: Hopeful, Raw, Empowering

Structure Overview

Part I: Beginnings (2,000 words)

Introduce Amy, Elle, and Ayesha through vivid snapshots of their lives before finding New Reflections.

Amy’s Backstory:

Scene: Amy, a single mother of three, is evicted from her apartment after losing her job. As she gathers her children’s belongings, her shame and fear are palpable.

Emotional hook: She promises her kids that she’ll find them a safe place to stay, even as she doesn’t know where to turn.

Elle’s Backstory:

Scene: Elle is a recent college graduate, struggling with depression after a traumatic breakup. She’s couch-surfing at a friend’s place but feels like a burden.

Emotional hook: Elle writes an unsent letter to her ex, filled with anger and longing, before tearing it up and resolving to rebuild herself.

Ayesha’s Backstory:

Scene: Ayesha, a refugee fleeing political unrest, arrives in a new country with her teenage brother. She struggles to communicate and navigate the unfamiliar system while trying to provide for both of them.

Emotional hook: Ayesha recalls a piece of advice from her mother, “Even in a foreign land, your strength is your home,” and clings to it.

Part II: Turning Points (3,000 words)

The focus shifts to their arrival at New Reflections and their transformative journeys.

Amy’s Growth:

Amy connects with other mothers at New Reflections and learns practical skills, like budgeting and resume writing, to regain stability.

A pivotal scene: Amy nails a job interview and surprises her children with the news. Her newfound confidence radiates through her interactions with them.

Elle’s Growth:

Elle discovers a passion for teaching art therapy to younger residents, helping them express emotions through creativity.

A pivotal scene: Elle confronts her feelings about her past relationship during a group therapy session, allowing herself to grieve and finally move forward.

Ayesha’s Growth:

Ayesha volunteers to help translate for other refugees, finding purpose in supporting others who feel out of place.

A pivotal scene: She celebrates her brother’s success in school, realizing that her sacrifices and resilience are bearing fruit for both of them.

Part III: Reflections of Hope (2,000 words)

Showcase the enduring impact of their transformations and how their lives inspire others.

Amy’s Resolution:

Amy starts a support group for single mothers, teaching the skills she learned at New Reflections. She celebrates her youngest child’s birthday in their first stable home.

Elle’s Resolution:

Elle opens her own art studio, where she offers free workshops for young women. She reflects on her journey and the importance of self-expression in healing.

Ayesha’s Resolution:

Ayesha secures a job as a community liaison for a refugee organization. She and her brother visit their mother’s grave, feeling pride in honoring her legacy.

Final Scene:

The women reunite at a New Reflections anniversary event. As they look at a mural depicting their journeys, the narrative closes with a reflection on the power of resilience: “We’re not just survivors. We’re creators of our own stories.”

Themes

Resilience: Finding strength in adversity.

Community: The transformative power of connection and support.

Empowerment: Building a life of purpose and inspiring others.

Style and Tone

Perspective: Third-person limited, alternating between Amy, Elle, and Ayesha.

Tone: Raw yet hopeful, balancing realism with inspiration.

Language: Poetic and introspective, emphasizing emotional depth.

Would you like me to develop a specific excerpt, such as Amy’s job interview, Elle’s art workshop, or Ayesha’s moment with her brother?

[1genofficial]

Spread the Light Campaign: #HappyHappyDiwali

Celebrating Diwali with Purpose

In the heart of every festival lies a profound purpose – to bring people together, to celebrate life, and to spread joy. At 1GEN, we believe that Diwali, the festival of lights, offers us a unique opportunity to do just that, but on a scale that transcends our immediate surroundings. This is why, year after year, we embark on our "Spread the Light" campaign, a heartfelt initiative that seeks to illuminate lives far beyond the reach of our diyas.

Our purpose for this campaign is to share a deeper connection, understand why kindness matters, and help others experience a Diwali full of joy and light.

The Spread the Light campaign, marked with our signature hashtag #HappyHappyDiwali, is 1GEN’s annual initiative focused on harnessing the spirit of giving. As a crowdfunding effort, it is designed to bring people together for a shared cause: to brighten lives by building hope and spreading happiness.

The Dance of Three Flames

As the poet within us whispers:

First light dances in children's eyes

As Diwali Mela dreams touch the skies

Second light through Empower Vision glows

As clarity and hope together flows

The third light, Umeed Ka Diya burns bright

Where wisdom's hearts dance in festive light

Three flames unite in purpose true:

When we light others, we light up too ✨

Why do we do this?

The answer lies in the very essence of Diwali itself. This festival reminds us that light always triumphs over darkness, and that hope can flourish even in the most challenging times.

At 1GEN, we believe every kind act creates a ripple effect, bringing more warmth and light into the world. Our mission is to foster communities where compassion is the foundation, and we aim to rally givers who feel this sense of purpose. Together, we create a network of hope that stretches across generations and communities.

Our journey with Spread the Light isn’t just about raising funds; it’s about inspiring others to see the power of collective action. For us, helping others during Diwali isn’t enough unless we’re driven by the why. Each year, we ask ourselves, "Why is this important to us?" This reflection fuels our dedication and reminds us that kindness truly is the light in all our lives.

A Journey of Impact

The past years have taught us that impact isn't just measured in numbers, though our achievements tell a compelling story:

₹138,024 raised (3x our initial seed money)

70 women supported with sustainable solutions

Countless nutritious meals provided, three times a day

Hundreds of smiles brightened

Thousands of moments created

But these figures, impressive as they may be, only scratch the surface of our true impact. The real story lies in the transformations we've witnessed – the spark in a child's eye when they realise they're not forgotten, the quiet dignity in an elder's smile when they feel valued, the renewed hope when clear vision brings the world back into focus.

Looking Forward: The 2024 Vision

This year, our ELEMENT Leadership program candidates have crafted three powerful initiatives that embody our core belief: that light multiplies when shared. Through the Diwali Mela, Empower Vision, and Umeed Ka Diya, we're not just organizing events – we're creating spaces where:

Joy finds its home

Hope gets a new perspective

Wisdom meets warmth

This year, 1GEN has initiated three campaigns designed to transform lives with compassion and hope:

Diwali Mela at an Orphanage in Chandigarh Imagine a carnival where every game wins a smile, where every moment creates a memory. Our Diwali Mela isn't just an event – it's a canvas where children paint their dreams with colors of joy.

Empower Vision Campaign in Pune When someone sees the world clearly for the first time, their eyes light up with possibilities. Through Empower Vision, we're creating moments where clarity meets celebration, where every new perspective brings fresh wonder.

Diwali Celebration at an Old Age Home in Delhi In the warm glow of Umeed Ka Diya, stories come alive. Our elderly wisdom-keepers share tales that bridge generations, creating connections that illuminate hearts.

The 1GEN Way: Unity in Purpose

What makes the Spread The Light campaign uniquely 1GEN is our approach to impact. We see it as a community. Every team member, every participant, and every supporter is part of a larger story of transformation.

Our success isn't measured in donations or numbers alone, but in the lasting connections we build, the dignity we preserve, and the joy we create together. Because at 1GEN, we understand that true impact comes not from helping down, but from lifting up – together.

Why We Light These Diyas

At 1GEN, Spread The Light (STL) isn't just a campaign – it's our way of living the true spirit of Diwali. We believe that joy multiplies when shared, that light grows stronger when passed on, and that celebrations become meaningful when they touch lives.

Our ELEMENT teams pour their hearts into these initiatives because they understand: that when we light up others' lives, our own inner light burns brighter. It's about creating a circle of joy where giving and receiving become one.

Join Us in Spreading the Light

Looking Forward

This Diwali, we invite you to be part of this continuing story of light. Whether you're organizing activities, sharing skills, or simply spreading joy, your light matters. Because at 1GEN, we believe that true celebration lies not in the brightness of our lamps, but in the warmth of our collective spirit.

Be the Light This Diwali

Ready to be part of this illuminating journey? ➡️ [Know More] ➡️ [Support]

Together, let's make this Diwali truly Happy Happy for everyone. ✨

#SpreadTheLight2024 #HappyHappyDiwali #1GENImpact

[misty-eyezz]

I made my own Inktober challenge for this year using the hashtag Elementober. The main subjects being my five main Elemental AUs; Element Swap!AU, Element Boy Band!AU, Element Monarch!AU, Element Office!AU, and Element Mafia!AU.

I have a lot more than 5, but these five are my most developed ideas that actually result in a fanfic lol Plus 5 AU's divided by 30 is 6 pictures for each, so it works out in the end.

I posted these on my X and Bluesky, but I wanted to post them in order in groups of 10 until the 31st. The 31st I plan on doing a fully colored piece compared tot eh sketches I did for the other 30 days.

Overall happy with what I've done. The themes are very vaguely Octoberish and fallish. Some days I was lazier than others, but depict a lot of the ideas I have going on for Wade and Ember in their respective AUs.

Day 1 - Chilly Weather Coal will never understand how Talia can stand the cold

Day 2 - Pumpkin Carving Old habits die hard. Wade bought Ember a kid pumpkin carving kit but she left to find something else in the kitchen

Day 3 - Campfire Stories The former Duke, Dewey Ripple, was a war hero before he was assassinated. Wade wants to find out who did it and why.

Day 4 - Hot Drinks It's nice not having oil sinks and basins at work. Fire staff don't have to do the dishes in the break room. Wade doesn't mind, but he doesn't use the sponges after Charlotte and Ember make lava java on breaks.

Day 5 - Smoke Don't push your luck water boy

Day 6 - Deepest Fear Coal could never forget the day he got stuck in a hot-air balloon

Day 7 - Candle Light Do you ever sleep, Wade?

Day 8 - Shadows I hate shadows. But I can't help but cast them wherever I go. If I had a shadow, I'm sure it would be the worst of them all.

Day 9 - Nightmare Wade, where is your father? I can't find him! Why is she yelling Wade? (it's Brook and Dewey in Wade's nightmare)

Day 10 - Umbrella Charlotte told me you broke your umbrella, we can share mine

[oneinanarmy]

Hey ARMYs! 🎉 As we gear up to celebrate Jin's birthday, let's make it extra special by coming together for a cause. This year, OIAA has chosen Temel İhtiyaç Derneği (TIDER) in Türkiye as the charity for Jin's birthday campaign.

🌟 Why TIDER? TIDER, or the Basic Needs Association, works tirelessly to support those facing economic hardship in Türkiye. By contributing to TIDER through Jin's birthday campaign, we can make a meaningful impact on the lives of those in need, embodying the love and generosity that Jin inspires in all of us.

🎁 How ARMYs Can Contribute:

• Donate: By clicking this link https://bit.ly/WorldwideHelpful, every contribution, big or small, adds up to create a positive change. Don't forget to submit your forms to https://bit.ly/WorldwideHelpfulForm so we can track all your donations.

• Spread the Word: Share the campaign on social media using the hashtag #WorldwideHelpful. Let's make some noise and inspire others to join this heartwarming initiative.

🤝 Join the Movement: Let's show Jin the power of ARMY unity by making his birthday about giving back. Together, we can make a difference and create a lasting impact in the lives of those supported by TIDER.

💜 Remember, every act of kindness, no matter how small, makes a ripple of positive change. Let's celebrate Jin's birthday with love, joy, and a whole lot of compassion!

[blogsicepatjpnet]

Breaking News: The Most Viral Story of the Moment – A Global Phenomenon

The internet is buzzing with a story that has quickly become the most viral topic in recent memory. Millions of people around the globe are sharing, commenting, and reacting to a video that emerged from an unexpected source, quickly making it a worldwide sensation. This viral event, capturing the attention of media outlets and influencers alike, highlights how quickly content can spread in today’s hyperconnected world. From social media platforms like TikTok and Instagram to major news networks, everyone is talking about this latest phenomenon.

What makes this story so captivating is its emotional resonance and unexpected nature. The video, which features a heartwarming moment between a child and a stranger, struck a chord with audiences for its pure display of humanity. As people from different backgrounds and cultures connected over the message, the story became a symbol of unity and hope. This rare moment of positivity in a world often filled with negativity is one of the key reasons it has spread so rapidly.

Adding to its virality, the story has been covered by high-profile celebrities and influencers who have shared their thoughts and feelings, further amplifying its reach. Some have even replicated the act of kindness seen in the video, creating a wave of similar content that is keeping the momentum alive. The global conversation continues to grow as people use the story to spark dialogue about kindness, empathy, and the power of small gestures in making the world a better place.

The viral nature of this event also sheds light on the immense influence of social media in shaping modern narratives. In just a few hours, what started as a simple, candid video turned into a movement, highlighting how the digital landscape allows stories to transcend borders. With trending hashtags and constant shares, this story is proving once again that the internet has the power to elevate moments of everyday life into global conversations.

Published by SiCepat JP Net, this story shows that while negativity and division often dominate headlines, there is still room for stories of hope and human connection to capture the world's attention. As we watch this viral moment unfold, it serves as a reminder that in a digital age, even the smallest act can create ripples that reach every corner of the globe.

[olderthannetfic]

I've been scrolling through Twitter to check the End Racism thing hashtag because I found out about it literally after it ended (and because I saw one post on Reddit).

Anyways, one of the first tweets that I saw was about one of the main members (?) I guess (?) of this movement complain that the OTW immediately addressed fics written by AI and how authors could stop AIs from harvesting their works, but had completely ignored the End Racism protest (or whatever it was supposed to be).

And... yes? As another anon mentioned here, they didn't even cause the water to ripple: a little over 5000 fics would be impressive if it were the writing event organized by a fandom Discord, but when it's supposed to be an at large protest encompassing multiple socials and hitting all fandoms, it's nothing. Not to mention that, of those 5000 fics with "End OTW Racism" put into the title, a lot of them seem to just be authors who added it to stories they had previously published.

Considering the numbers they provided (I think the "main" head of this said it was around 5400 works, about a quarter of them being podfics too, so... not original works), I would guess that less than 5k people actually participated and did something concrete to support the cause.

I may be stupid, but I really don't think that less than 5k people (and this is not to take away the work they did, I'm just saying that this is presented as being a massive event when, looking at the numbers, it was very few people) is enough for the OTW people to say "Oh, people are really worried about this issue."

On top of this, their idea on how to fix the issue is just... really dumb? They want to hire diversity readers that will check if works are racist, which is already silly, but don't give any idea of how many these sensitivity readers need to be, where they need to come from, how much stuff they will be required to read in a single day. Like... how many black people are going to be hired? Would there be different teams based on the country they come from? Because racism in the UK, for example, isn't the same as racism in the US. Would there be hired members for every Native tribe too? And what about continents such as Asia, Europe, and Africa? They can be lumped into the Asian, white, and black racial categories, but there's a lot of diversity there. Someone from Ghana cannot say if a story about Algerian characters is respectful towards them. Not to mention the diversity within single countries (India and China come to mind).

They presented a bunch of nonsensical fluff and then got mad that they got ignored. If I were part of the OTW, I would've ignored them too, tbh. It feels like watching those exhausted parents whose toddler is throwing a tantrum, and they just lay on the couch saying "Yeah, don't worry. They'll tire themselves out and get a good night's sleep."

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I don't think they were actually suggesting sensitivity readers but rather the type of diversity consultant that looks at workplace issues.

But yes, a lot of participants added that title to around 10 works, and sometimes far more.