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cloutchase · 2 months ago
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[S] KIK: MAKE HIM PAY.
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macs-garage · 5 days ago
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[A video plays.]
Booker: Mac. You're shit at this.
They stand side by side in a designer's dream kitchen, lovingly crafted by the man currently struggling to mix dough.
Mac: Yeah well, I'd pay to watch you install a catalytic converter into a mech that should have been discontinued long before they were even in existence. Beth-Anne owes me a favor for that fucking thing.
Booker leans closer, settling a hand on Mac's hip and notching his chin on the man's shoulder.
Booker: You're doing great, baby.
Mac's ears go scarlet, and he huffs irritably. It only serves to make Booker smirk as he reaches over, placing his hand over Mac's where it holds the spoon.
Booker: Like this. Press it against the side of the bowl, smear it slightly so it blends, scrape and do it again.
Mac: Why the hell are we doing it analog? Didn't you buy all this fancy shit for a reason?
There's a frown. Booker leans in and bites Mac on the shoulder, hard enough to make him yelp.
Booker: Stop bitching. You're not being judged. You're being taught. You're in the kitchen with your husband, not the demon who helped spawn you.
Mac snorts. Strangely, his husband's scolding makes his shoulders drop, his muscles relaxing. Ever so slightly, he pushes back. Affectionate and apologetic.
Mac: Sorry. Why're we doing this analog?
He begins stirring again. Booker watches him until he deems it worthy, then takes the bowl back. The oven is already preheated.
Booker: It's better this way. I can't always hear when the mixer's fucked. Especially if I'm being distracted.
He pinches Mac's backside pointedly, making his husband squeak and whirl, flustered.
Grinning sharply, he walks past.
Booker: You're so cute when you're flustered.
Mac scoffs, but follows.
Mac: Fuck off.
With slow precision, Booker walks him through the steps. Occasionally, Mac messes up and glances at Booker, only to relax when his husband calmly corrects the mistake.
The cookies go in the oven, and Booker wraps his arms around Mac, kissing the top of his head.
Booker: You did well. Didn't even set the kitchen on fire.
Pressing his face into his husband's shoulder, Mac sighs.
Mac: He's still gonna throw em out.
Booker: If he does I'll use his intestines as our Christmas garland. Preferably while he's still alive and attached.
Snorting, Mac holds him tighter.
Mac: Please don't. You'll scare her, and she's still getting used to us.
There's a warm, rumbling laugh, one that starts from the gut before spreading to Booker's whole body.
Booker: Perhaps. I claim no responsibility for any actions of violence against him. But you know you can't befriend everyone.
Mac's shoulders droop, and he sags into Booker, his hands gripping the expensive fabric of his shirt tight.
Mac: I...I know. Maybe it's just left over from before everything. Dad- Arson used to say "anyone's who's not a friend is your enemy, and at least friends will do you the favor of stabbing you from the front".
Booker: And then he tried to kill you. Several times. Many times.
There's a wry smile on Mac's face.
Mac: Him and my sisters both. Ironically, Mother's the only one who hasn't, and she's the worst of them all.
???: Adrian? Ricky?
Mac and Booker: In here.
They look at each other and grin, then other to the doors that lead to the living room. The pair untangles.
???: What smells good?
Mac: Cookies.
Booker: We've made extra. They're snickerdoodles. There's also ginger snaps cooling on the counter.
???: What are those?
Mac exchanges glances with his husband, then looks back over. He smiles.
Mac: Why don't you come try them out?
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hapalopus · 5 months ago
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Excerpts from the journal of Quinn Langston Whitmore (aka "1700s scientist gets isekaied into tf kink anime world and meets this guy:
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5th of November, 1792 (Year 436 Post-Tower)
608th day in this world
I have encountered a most peculiar young man. At a glance, he is not dissimilar from the other races of this world; he could pass for a strange human, if not for his saucer-sized gem-color eyes and his leaf-shaped ears. He is of short stature and slight build, with chestnut hair and a similarly warm and deep skintone. I do not know how to describe the color of his eyes, for they seem to glow in every shade of azure, turquoise, and emerald at once. His face is rather long and narrow and, fittingly, "horse-like."
His name is Moussa and he speaks this land's common tongue, albeit thickly accented. He told me (in much different terms) that he is, in his society, of a rank akin to a prince or lord-apparent. He travels with a tall and rather mannish human woman named Zélie. His companion does not speak the common tongue, and they converse with each other in a shrill and vowel-heavy language that I have never heard before.
But by what peculiarity could this man have captivated me so?
Moussa's anthropoid appearance is only one half of his "true self." In our first encounter, he had, from the waist down, the body of a horse, not unlike the centaurs of our ancient Greece and Rome. In a moment, his equine body disappeared before my eyes, replaced with two perfectly unassuming (and fully clad, might I add) human legs.
Astounded, I inquired about the nature of his transformation, and he explained that it is an ability all individuals of his race are born with. He referred to his race with a shrill and guttural sound that may best be transcribed as "hrihriwa" - the name puts one in mind of a horse's whinnying.
Tomorrow I shall ask him to model for me in his preferred centaurine form.
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6th of November, 1792 (Year 436 Post-Tower)
609th day in this world
Moussa graciously posed for me long enough to sketch his portrait. When I inquired about his braids, he explained that they are a devotional in nature; that his society forbids haircuts and employ protective braids to minimize damage to the hair. I felt it impolite to ask about his cropped forelock.
Moussa and Zélie appear pious. At sunset and sunrise I could not help but observe them engaged in an hour-long ritual, though I averted my gaze to grant them privacy as best I could.
Both travelers are friendly, but incurious. So far, they have only asked me my name, where I come from, and my destination. I explained to the best of my ability, but their expressions told me that they take me for a lunatic, like every other person in this world. I know I am not mad. Everyone's ignorance of the mechanism of my arrival to this world will not convince me that I am mad, nor will I give up my quest to return to England.
Seated by the evening fire, I could not stay my curiosity any longer and requested that Moussa demonstrate his transformational skills. He seemed amused by my curiosity, but transformed his hand into a strange mixture of horse and man, which I gratefully sketched. Having never met another shapeshifter like him, and his apparent opinion that bodily transformation is mundane, I must assume that his people's rarity is caused by isolation, rather than simple scarcity. He confirmed that this is his first time away from his homeland in his 25 years of life, though, when pressed, he staunchly refused to explain the location of said homeland.
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9th of November, 1792 (Year 436 Post-Tower)
612th day in this world
Today's travel was particularly strenuous as we were forced to cross over a rocky ridge. Moussa seemingly prefers to be fully equine for exercises of this nature, and I was delighted to see that his mane is identical in style and color to his human hair - perhaps this is a clue to his people's religiosity.
Halfway up the ridge, we held a quick rest. Moussa asked Zélie for a waterskin (for of course he can talk in his equine shape) and, rather than change to a more anthropoid form, he simply willed two arms to extend from his neck. I had to sketch it from memory, as my journal was tucked away at the time. Take note of the shirt sleeve seemingly growing out of his horsehide. I admit that scientific curiosity gave way to revulsion for a brief moment. I should very much like to vivisect him, but alas, I enjoy his company too much.
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But oh, I am a fool! Let this be a lesson not to sketch life from memory: Moussa's braids were tied by their fibulae rings at the time of the transformation. However, as of sketching this, they are untied - something he does every evening.
Another evening habit of his is to exchange his human legs for horse legs and meticulously clean the hooves. Whether this is a part of his ritual, or simple practicality, I do not know.
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10th of November, 1792 (Year 436 Post-Tower)
613th day in this world
I asked Moussa to show me the queerest form he could muster, and he produced the following shape, which I must admit I was too taken aback to sketch in the moment. It was nauseating. Curiously, when one head spoke, the other joined in, and they produced two voices in perfect unison. This appeared to be an involuntary effect.
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Perhaps with time I will get used to these unnatural therianthropic permutations and gain the fortitude to create live sketches.
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retrocgads · 2 months ago
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puzzledjaypros · 1 year ago
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Kitbash Evaluation Notes: Cable-powered, proof-of-concept motion trials successful! Now to create head harness for control.  Likes: motion, gears, headpets Dislikes: skin
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harleyification · 2 years ago
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Hi Kody! When you get this, answer one of the questions (or all if you really want!) then pass it on to 5 writer friends! 🥰 If you have more than one WIP, pick at random! We want you talk about your works and celebrate with you! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 1. What are you most excited to write with this WIP? 2. How has this WIP changed since the “daydream/brainstorm” stage? 3. Who is your favorite character in this WIP and why?
HI SARAH!! THANK YOI FOR THE ASK!!
The worst part about this: I have so many WIPs that I wanna talk about at every given opportunity, and I only have the space to talk about one...or two...but screw it, I'll go with the obvious WIP!
Oblivion Heir:
1. "What are you most excited to write with this WIP?"
SO many things!! I have so many action scenes pre-planned already since that's all I daydream about when at work, but I gotta say...I'm most excited for certain parts in my story that I call "Harley's Orphan Eras" JDKCKEKEKDKFKEK!! They're all really emotional chapters that all serve a purpose to introduce new characters that will guide Harley to his next lesson! I have actual arc names for OH (Symbiotic Arc, Remnants Arc, and Unity Arc), but I can't wait for Harley's Second Orphan Era in the Remnants Arc, because certain characters FINALLY come into play!!
2. "How has this WIP changed since the daydream/brainstorm stage?"
Fun Fact: OH is now a year old, since brainstorming began back in April 2022! But also, like....this is wild....but Oblivion Heir actually started out as a Peter & Harley twin brothers AU!! I wasn't into Parkner just yet, and I really wanted to make an AU where they did have a connection! However, I didn't like the idea of Peter getting spider powers and Harley just being left in the dust. I wanted to put them on equal grounds. So, I looked into possible ways to give Harley superpowers that would make him as powerful as Peter...and symbiotes appeared in my research!! Not long after that, I got really deep into Parkner and fell in love with the solo concept of Harley having a symbiote that it all snowballed from there! EDDIE AND VENOM WEREN'T EVEN PART OF THE ORIGINAL DRAFT, IT'S WILD
3. "Who is your favorite character in this WIP and why?"
So, excluding Harley since ofc he would be my fave...I think it'll be very spoilery, but I really, really can't wait for a certain thief character and bully jock to enter the fray...they both have such a funny as FUCK dynamic with Harley, and have such awesome character arcs that I WILL DIE TO WRITE FOR!!
(I hoped to finish Chapter 4 soon, but Im so fucking busy this week and I accidentally deleted my chapter notes which destroyed a lot of my motivation, so I'm at a standstill for now, skxkckekd,,,)
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cristinad61 · 2 years ago
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The Adventure Continues... Hidden Gems
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cluepoke-archive · 2 years ago
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Genuinely about the tiktok thing, you should consider if you want it to become a time suck. If it is something that makes you happy to do, then do it. But if you are only doing it because you feel like you have to, probably a bad idea. There are still ways to view tiktoks without an account.
Oh I know!! It is something I've considerd because I enjoy making silly videos, and I love puppetry and would love to show off my puppets but instagrams reel feature isn't very intuitive to me! And since tiktok is made for videos I assumed it would be more easily accesable for those purposes? I don't spend all that much time aimlessly scrolling unless I'm Bored or Avoiding Tasks(or if I am actively seeking out creative Inspiration!! In wich case I am having fun!!)
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senatormc · 3 months ago
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Wednesday Afternoon Music
Hmmmm…what have I been listening to lately….?? I kinda rediscovered the band Tonic (for some reason I thought of them when I was vacuuming the other day and thought it would be a good listen again…) BTW- the rest of the album is great as well!! PS- this is the first time I used AI to create the feature image…a mountain playing a guitar….LOL
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kristinemaebsnapshots · 1 year ago
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7.7.23 Survived the GREAT WAR! 🤣
When the #ErasTour was announced, I said that if I have to fly to another country just to watch the concert, I would.
Last March, before we left Singapore, I said that I’d go back. Little did I know, I’ll be back after a year 😂
(C) KristineMaeB
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cloutchase · 1 year ago
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biblicalmonster · 10 months ago
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Videology
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rainbowsky · 2 months ago
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Hello,
I wanted to go to ChongQing for vacation and i recall there were some kind of maps with GG places based on videologs and other things. Could you please help me find them? Tag in your blog or any other source you can recall would be great!
Thank you!
Hi best-before-end! ☺️
I'm so jealous! I've always wanted to go to Chongqing! I hope you have a fabulous time, and if you feel up to it, please share some photos on your blog!
I think this must be the post you are thinking of. I also recommend checking out my 'chongqing' tag. All of my Chongqing-related posts are gathered there, and you might find something of use or interest there.
Safe and happy travels to you! ❤️.
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retrocgads · 10 months ago
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USA 1997
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tarrynightss · 2 years ago
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𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 ~ 𝓅𝓉. 𝟤
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Read part 1 here
Pairing: Miles Quaritch x fem!reader
Warnings: Lots of angst, mentions of death due to childbirth, descriptions of skeletons
Summary: Colonel Miles Quaritch had once again opened his eyes in a new body. The body of his enemy. Everything he knew had changed and the only comfort he could find was in the memory of you, his lost lover. He longed to see you again, but what would happen if he did?
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“Welcome back, colonel.”
Miles’s mind still reeled hours after waking up. All the memories that had been transferred into his Recom body flooded in, too much to process at once. He remembered exactly who he was, yet could not find that man in the mirror. He was a clone, a Na’vi version of someone who had been dead for many years. He felt disturbed every time he raised a hand or when his new tail would swat against his legs. He was an alien, one that his old self would’ve been disgusted to look at. 
If it hadn’t been protocol, Miles would’ve preferred not to watch the video Quaritch had left behind for him till a few days later. His brain already rattled with placing the weight of a million memories. As he went through his day he routinely saw flashes. People, places, situations which had played out. It made him even grumpier than when he had woken up, but he was not to the type of man to flake on his duty. 
Corporal Wainfleet floated near him as Miles geared up to watch the video message, his subordinate already having had a few extra days to get used to their situation. Lyle insisted that these messages were nothing, their old selves having put little care in actually making them informational and so it would be over in a blink. 
It was odd to Miles to see the man he was supposed to be so clearly on screen, disorientating even. 
It was ironic how Quaritch had raved on about how he was definitely not going to die in the upcoming missions. Lyle snickered when that part came on and exchanged a knowing look with Miles, who’s mouth curled up into a smirk. 
All of it was fairly easy to digest rambling just as Lyle had said, or at least it was until a woman came on screen. 
“Miles? What are you doing?” you questioned as you spotted your fiancé sitting in front of a camera, instantly raising your suspicion. 
Quaritch’s hand reached out to grab yours as he attempted to be as casual as possible. “Just doing a videolog, sweetheart, Selfridge wouldn’t get off my back about it.” 
One eyebrow was still raised as you weighed his answer, your head slightly cocked to the side. He shot you a grin and pulled you smoothly onto his lap to distract you. 
“I’ll visit you at the lab later, okay?” he asked before he pressed a quick kiss to your lips. 
You seemed too startled to protest, the man’s actions pulling a tiny smile from you. When you raised your hand to place it against his cheek, the light caught on the little golden ring around your finger. 
“Fine,” You kissed him once more. “Finish up your weird little project.”
You giggled as you scooted off of Quaritch’s lap, his hand lingering on your ass just long enough to make you swat at him and shoot him a warning glare. He watched as you walked away, ensuring the door had been completely shut behind you before he spoke again. 
He looked at the camera, the grin still slightly playing at his lips. “That was… well, I suppose if you get my memories, you’ll know.” 
His humor seemed to drop as he got lost in thought, his face turning more dire. “I do not know how this will end, but I do know that she’s important. Perhaps even the most important.” He pointed a finger at the camera. “You’d do well to remember that. Now, where was I…”
Miles had cocked his head at what played out in front of him, his ears twitching. Of course he remembered you. The sound of your voice alone elicited an automatic response from his body; instantly becoming more alert and his stomach oddly fluttering. You had been Quaritch’s fiancé, the woman he loved more than anything. 
The way his heart ached for a woman he himself had never laid eyes on nor touched felt odd. He decided that he would do a quick search through the RDA’s database for you, but that would be it. He had been brought back to exact revenge on Jake Sully, not to rekindle a romance that wasn’t even truly his. 
‘Wanted for violation of 3:67a under the RDA handbook. To be taken in alive’ blinked in big, red letters above your profile when he pulled it up. You had been labeled a traitor when you had joined forces with Jake Sully and the Na’vi. Miles breathed out harshly through his nose. That settled it then. You had betrayed them, had betrayed him, so that your status had been marked as unknown shouldn’t bother him. But god be damned, it did. He saw that Quaritch himself had put in the effort to plaster that you were to be taken in unharmed all over your profile, shaking his resolve. The Colonel really had cared for you, and though the heart in Miles’s chest was brand new, it beat at the memories of you. 
He shook his head. He had no time for this nonsense. He had a mission to fulfill and a second chance at killing Jake Sully, and if he succeeded, you too would be avenged. That’s what he owed Quaritch, nothing more. 
Miles wished he could move him and his squad out of the base already, but two and a half weeks had quickly passed before everyone was fully ready to go. The RDA seemingly preferred to hide its Recoms, keeping their bunks tucked away somewhere in the back of the compound. They were poked and prodded daily, run through all kinds of tests and expected to shut up and do nothing more than what was asked of them afterwards. It made Miles want to snap their necks in half when the science duds would stroke past his tail or braid like he was some part of a god damn petting zoo. He was a seasoned Marine who had earned his stripes and respect, yet little of that prestige seemed to be left now. 
At night when he laid in his bunk, he would dream of Quaritch’s life. Memories would play out so vividly he could almost smell the scent in the room or the taste of the human food he’d been eating on his tongue. And many, many, dreams involved you. His sweet lover who would kiss him so tenderly or laugh with him as he made a crude joke. Your touch felt real - your fingertips warm when they stroked over his skin and your lips soft and pliant when they met his. When he would awaken again in his bunk, alone and cold without your body pressed up against his, the days would feel even heavier. 
Right before he went on his first mission, Miles also had his first nightmare. Quaritch had been pissed about something, something that seemed so stupid now but had set him off in the moment, taking his anger out on you. You had sat on his bed in complete silence as he slung insult after insult at you, shouting about how you had no sense in you, how he had no idea how a ditz like you could’ve made it this far. No doubt by opening your legs just like you had done for him, he had noted, which caused hot tears to start falling from your eyes. Only then had the former marine noticed what he was causing and wrapped you in his arms so tightly that you almost couldn’t breathe, regretting every word he said. He held you as you sobbed quietly and mumbled in your hair how sorry he was, that he was a stupid asshole who was in fact the one with shit for brains. When Miles started waking up he could still feel the sensation of your tears dripping down onto his skin. Even when he had still been human, he had always been a monster. 
The first mission was a success, Miles and his squad easily able to move around on Pandora without all of its inhabitants jumping up to kill them. The forest was just as lucious as he remembered, its plants reaching out and glowing every step of the way. It was beautiful, and that was exactly where the danger layed.
“Hey, Colonel!” Lyle shouted over, making Miles turn around. 
The lieutenant pointed the barrel of his gun at some piles of rocks. “Look familiar?”
Miles squandered over with a frown on his face, assuming it was going to be some kind of joke. When he looked at the piles, he noticed the top stones sticking out of both seemed to have something edged into them. It were marked graves, he realized. He brushed his hand over one, clearing off the moss and other build up from over the years. 
‘Grace’
Heh, couldn’t say he wasn’t happy to hear that she bit the dust. He turned towards the second one, repeating the same process until his fingers could make out the grooves of a name. He froze. 
“That’s… isn’t that-“
“-yes!” Miles bit out at Lyle and he instantly shut up. 
It was your name that was edged into the second stone. 
His heart bounced so hard in his chest that he almost felt faint for a moment. You were dead? It sounded completely unreal to him as he said the sentence in his head. Had the dream been a bad omen? Some kind of sick way to rub the fact that he could never make up for what he’d done in his face? He shook his head. No, he didn’t believe in any of that shit. He worked with facts and indisputable evidence.
Miles slung his gun onto his back before he plopped down onto his knees without hesitation, pushing away the rocks covering your supposed grave and starting to dig. 
“What the fuck,” Z-dog whispered to Ja in the background, Miles’s squad looking at him as if he’d gone mad. 
A million thoughts raced through his mind. Did you get hit during the battle? Did you get sick and die? Did the Na’vi end up turning on you? He couldn’t remember ever having felt this panicked before, feeling his blood rush through his veins. It wasn’t long before his digging fingers hit something hard. His hands trembled as he brushed away the remaining dirt, a skeletal face being revealed to him. There was no way of telling whether the remains belonged to you, every bit of clothing or flesh having stripped away over the years. 
Ja approached, his head cocked to the side as he took in what he could see. “Do you want me to take a look?”
Miles snapped his head towards him and glared, almost baring his teeth at the thought of anybody touching you. It was foolish, Ja only having offered because he was their medic. If any of them could tell anything about the remains, it would be him. Miles’s arms and legs felt filled with lead as he stood up, slowly nodding his head at Ja as he calmed himself down. The man’s eyes flicked nervously from his boss to where the remains laid as he approached. He uncovered the skeleton carefully till it was fully revealed, examining it for any obvious injuries. He had assisted in identifying bodies during his time in Iran, but he was nothing close to a professional. 
Ja hummed in consideration. “This is not my expertise, but…” he pointed towards the lower area of the skeleton. “The pelvis seems to indicate it was a female, and the extended separation of the pubic bones…” He ran two fingers past the inside of the pubic bones, confirming his suspicion. “Plus the parturition pits found there indicate that she had recently given birth. Died fairly quickly of complications I would say.”
Miles’s face warped into a grimace and he could feel bile rising up in his throat. “How- how long would it take for the body to be this decomposed?”
Ja shook his head. “I can’t say. Sometimes it takes weeks, sometimes years. You would have to take it back to the lab to run some tests.”
Could it have been Quaritch’s child that you had been carrying? The sick image of an almost monstrous baby ripping its way out of you sprung to the front of his mind. Had that been his final gift to you? 
“Do you want us to prepare the remains for transport?” Lyle asked with a dire expression. 
He too remembered you and knew how much you had meant to that old man. He could see the Colonel bucking under the weight of those memories. 
“No,” Miles said, his voice booming as his jaw tightened.
He pushed Ja aside to squat down by your remains, taking one last look at it before separating your femur from the rest of your body with a sickening snap. The other's ears folded flat at the sound. 
“This is all we’ll need,” he said stiffly. 
His heart still raced in his chest but he tried with all his might to ignore it. He would have all of this confirmed before allowing his mind to go there. This could be a trick, a planted body to be found. 
He had to be careful not to reduce the small bone in his hand to dust as they prepared to return to base. 
It had taken the science nuts a whole excruciating day to confirm anything to Miles, and when they had, he had not been pleased. He had slammed the lab coat who dared repeat to him that the DNA retrieved matched yours against the wall, snarling in the little man’s face. It was only the movement of one of the man’s colleagues towards the panic button that made Miles drop him. The Recom had felt like he was in some kind of blur as he made his way back to his bunk afterwards, a pain in his heart that felt near unbearable. You, the love of his life according to all his memories, had died giving birth to his child. 
When he got to his shared room, Lyle instantly fled after seeing the Colonel’s tortured face, recognizing instantly that he’d want to be alone. Miles sat down on his bunk and pressed his face into his hands. The pressure he put on his skull made his eyes hurt, but he didn’t care as grief washed over him. He grieved the woman who had loved him unconditionally in his mind, feeling the loss more than he could’ve ever thought was possible. Those nights where he would dream of your touch had been what kept him going, what withheld him from feeling completely lonely and unwanted. He had his team, but that was different. They were having their own struggles with adjusting to this life, and he felt nothing more than brotherly loyalty towards them. 
Miles laid down on his bed and closed his eyes, wishing he could stop thinking and just fall asleep. Was his kid still out there? Or had it died together with you? At the moment he doubted he would ever even want to see it, the image of your possible last moments still making his stomach turn with dread and anger. He tried to focus on a memory of you, and quickly found his favorite. 
“What’s this?”
You had smiled as you took in the potted plant sitting on top of the table, a wonky bow wrapped around it. It was a Binary Sunshine, a well-beloved type of zooplantea, carrying both features of a plant and of an animal. Two little bulbs stuck out of the stem, blue light reflecting off your hand when you touch them. 
“You seemed to like that plant,” Quaritch told you as he rubbed at the back of his neck. “Thought it would be nice to have your own.”
Your eyes twinkled as you looked at him, overjoyed with the gift. “I love it.”
The plant would grow far larger till the point that its bioluminescence would be able to light up a room. 
You walked over to Quaritch and wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning in to kiss him. “What did I do to deserve this, huh?”
He breathed in deeply, your body so soft against his. The plant near you glowed more brightly, the light blue shifting to a larger shade. You glanced over with a frown as you observed the response. Binary Sunshine’s respond to danger in the environment, but also recently had been shown to intercept stress hormones. A smirk crossed your face. Oh. 
You pulled away slightly to observe his face, an uneasy smile twitching on it. “Or are you making up for something, hhmm, colonel?”
He shook his head and rubbed a hand over your hip. “No sweetheart, but, well…” 
You watched with curiosity as Quaritch pulled away, your mouth dropping open when he fumbled with getting something from his pants pocket. Tears instantly sprung to your eyes as he revealed a golden ring to you, offering it towards you as he got down on one knee. 
When he spoke your name he sounded more nervous than you’d ever heard him. “I know I’m no easy man. In fact I’m old, I’m rude and have more enemies than friends, but if you stay by my side, I promise to do better.” The most genuine smile spread on his face as he looked at you with admiration. “I love you, and god knows what’s wrong with me but I want to marry you. I want the whole white picket fence bullshit with you when we get back to earth… So what I’m trying to ask is; do you want to marry me?”
Your hands flew to cover your mouth in glee as you stared down at him with wide eyes. Was this actually happening?! You could barely believe it. 
Quaritch’s gaze flicked over your face nervously as he waited for your answer, the plant on the table shining more brightly by the second. 
“… YES!” you said finally, laughing as you stook your hand out at him. 
His face shone with pride and happiness as he took your hand in his, sliding the ring onto your finger. It looked right, like it was meant to be. 
You had jumped into his arms as soon as he stood up, planting kisses all over his face as you expressed how much you loved him. Though you had always been a happy sort, he had never seen you glow this way. There was no doubt in his mind that he had made the right decision. 
Miles stretched his arm out and examined his hand. No ring, no tan skin, no Quaritch. And in the quiet, empty bunk, there was no you either. 
As more weeks dragged by, Miles convinced himself that you must’ve been put into a new body just like Jake Sully had. He had to believe that to keep any scrap of sanity, the frustration of fruitless missions and the leers of those who should’ve been his subordinates growing by the day. The Recoms were not even allowed to eat in the regular kantine anymore after Lopez knocked someone out with his tail by accident. They had to sit in some back room now, their large bodies almost pressed up against each other on the far too small benches. He remembered how Quaritch could get lunch delivered to his room if he wanted. He used to hold leverage over others, had connections. Now, he had nothing. His title as commander allowing him to do little else but throw him and his squad into danger. 
At moments where he was alone, Miles would think of what it would be like to find you again. It wouldn’t matter if you were in a Na’vi body, it would be perfect in fact. He felt certain that old Quaritch would’ve wanted your new selves to have another chance. He wasn’t exactly him, but he was close, right? You were his love too, and surely you would feel the same when you saw him again. Most of his fantasies didn’t include the possible kid, assuming that it was far too unlikely that a tiny baby had survived what a grown adult couldn’t. But when he did allow his mind to drift there, he pondered about what the child might look like. Would it look more like you, or like him? He imagined a little boy with big blue eyes, and then a girl with beautiful hair like yours. Any combination would’ve been beautiful, and his heart sank at the thought of never being able to see it. 
Another mission threatened to turn into a dud when Mansk had whistled, alerting the squad that he had spotted something. Tracks of bare footprints that were far too large to be a human’s were pressed into the mud, and the trail seemed fresh. Miles grinned at Mansk and then the rest of the team in victory. Finally, they would come in contact with a native outside of the endless attacks on their supply trains. 
You hissed at the stubborn children in front of you as you pulled your son closer to you by his arm. You, Taw-pei, Jake, and Neytiri had told them all a thousand times that they were not to come near the old shack. There was so much room left to play on in the forest, but of course they would not listen. Lo’ak, Kiri, and Spider had averted their eyes as you scolded them, young Tuk pouting as she stared up at you. 
“Mom, we just wanted to see,” Spider told you, his lips pulled into a thin line. 
“See what?!” you questioned. “There is nothing but death there!”
You yourself had avoided the old shack like the plague for all these years, not wishing to be faced with what laid there. You had left Quaritch’s body to rot, knowing that the Na’vi would be displeased with showing even more respect to the murderer. You had already carried his ring with you, and as you would come to find out months after his death, also his child. You were already more than pushing your luck. 
The way Spider averted his gaze with a saddened expression told you all you needed to know. You stroked a giant hand over his hair and shook your head lightly. You did not want to upset him, but there was truly nothing for him at that rotted away shack. He would find no answers there. 
Just as you were about to say more, you heard the faintest of rustling nearby. Your right ear twitched and you turned your head, the wind carrying a hint of a foreign scent. A scent that was all too familiar to you and widely disliked by the Na’vi. Soap. Chemical, human soap. 
Your eyes went wide and you turned back to the children. “Leave.”
They looked at you with confusion but you pushed Spider in his back to rejoin the group. “Leave! There’s no time to explain!”
It was clear that they didn’t want to, but as they saw the fear edged onto your features, Lo’ak picked up Tuk and spurred on Kiri to start walking, recognizing that danger was close. 
“Make haste,” you told them, eyes scanning the greenery around you in panic. You didn’t see anyone yet, but you were certain they were coming.
The Sully children had almost completely disappeared into the forest already when your son turned back to you. 
“Mom…”
“Go! Find Taw-pei!” you hissed angrily. 
Spider could sense something was terribly wrong, and the young boy hesitated to leave his mother behind. Only when he heard the first snap of a branch did the boy gasp and quickly run away. 
You stayed put. If you fled or hid now you had a good chance of escaping, but what if they followed the children? They were much slower, not as good at covering their tracks. You would rather ensure they had enough time to reach home by dealing with the humans head on. 
A shaking breath left you as you grabbed your bow from your back and aimed an arrow at the direction of the noise. Your heart pounded. You were no true warrior nor hunter, knowing barely enough to supply for yourself and defend your family. 
When the smell came closer and the plants moved to make way for the carriers of it, your ears dropped. These things were far too large to be human. 
Piercing yellow eyes stared back at you, large blue hands holding machine guns in its grasps. Avatars. You felt startled, having heard some talk of it but nothing concrete. 
“Drop your weapon!”
You gathered yourself and hissed loudly, not dropping your bow even an inch. A group of what must be at least 10 Avatars poured out from the bushes, all offenses raised as they approached you. 
“Weapon down, now!” The one with blue glasses shouted again. 
Your tail flicked against your legs wildly. It would be a waste to get yourself shot. You would perhaps be able to take out one of them if you were lucky, but that didn’t seem worth it. 
“You too,” you spoke in English as your eyes traveled past the group. 
One of the men in the middle stiffened at hearing your voice. You narrowed your eyes as you took in his face, something about it seemed so familiar… 
“Shit,” Lyle breathed out in shock and lowered his gun. His head snapped towards Miles.
The Colonel stood frozen, his lips slightly parted. As he took in your form there was no doubt left in his mind about who you were. He had thought about this moment so many times, but now that it was actually happening he had no clue what to say. All he could do was stare as he watched a look of realization appear on your face. The vibrant blue of your skin dulled as you lowered your weapon in clear horror. 
“M-miles?”
Not the reaction he had hoped for exactly, and he swallowed harshly. 
It felt like you couldn’t breath as your mind raced as to how this was possible. Miles hadn’t had an Avatar, and even if he did there was no human left to control it. But the facial features, the voice, something about this thing was clearly Colonel Quaritch. You shook your head. No, no no no no. You had killed him, you had tried to forget him, this couldn’t be happening. 
You could feel yourself start to breathe rapidly as you panicked. What would this mean for you and Spider? For Taw-pei? For the Na’vi? What did this even mean regarding Miles being dead or not? 
Your blood rushed in your ears as you tried your hardest to breathe. You couldn’t stop looking at the Avatar resembling your dead fiancé. Flashes of Quaritch’s face as his life seeped out of him seared through your mind. You could smell his blood, could feel his cold, stiff hands against yours as you cradled his body for far too long. He had started to feel so wrong after a while, and the smell… It had not been foul, but you had smelled death, a scent that made every primal instinct in you want to flee, and now you could never forget it. 
Miles took a step forward, and watched as your pupils narrowed, the grip on your bow tightening. 
“Don’t come closer!”
You didn’t trust this, your hair standing on end as you got a good whiff of his scent. It wasn’t just the soap that made them smell different. There was no trace left of Quaritch in his scent, which was an odd thing for an Avatar to be lacking. The biology should at least allow for some similar smell signatures. 
Miles let his gun hang by his hip and put his hands up in the air to show he meant no harm. The grass crunched softly under his feet as he approached, feeling confident that you wouldn’t shoot. 
“It’s okay, sweetheart, it’s me.”
Your lips twitched in discomfort. After all these years his voice had started to fade in your memories, even his face sometimes seeming so unclear. To hear him speak again almost brought you to your knees.
“I’ll prove it,” Miles said, your distrust clear to him. “I gave you that plant when we got engaged, remember? The Binary - uhh.. shit- binary…”
“Binary sunshine.” The name fell off of your lips in a whisper. 
A grin appeared on his face. “That’s the one.”
Was it really him? You couldn’t imagine someone having noted such unimportant information down. Miles had hoped that you would look relieved, perhaps even happy, but instead your expression went from uncomfortable to horrified. 
Your feet braced in the ground as your muscles tensed. He shook his head lightly at you as he saw the shift in your stance. His eyes warned you. Don’t do it. You swallowed heavily as you moved your foot back, taking your first step towards freedom. 
“Cuff her.”
The muscles in Miles’s neck strained as he raised his gun, the barrel pointed directly at you as his team sprung into action. You tried to make a run for it but were quickly caught by Lyle, his hand grabbing onto your braid. You cried out in pain as another man moved in to tie your hands behind your back with some kind of slap on device. 
Furious eyes pierced into Miles as he watched, his love hissing at him as if she would rip his throat out if she had the chance. He told himself that you were just confused and that you would see reason soon. All would be okay now. 
After being captured, you didn’t say a word. All you did was glare as the Recoms dragged you around the forest, bumping into the old shack almost instantly. You had tried to struggle against going into the clearing, but the woman holding you only tightened her grip, hissing at you to play nice. 
You had turned your head away when Miles approached the remains of his AMP suit, your chest heaving. Did this thing know what you did? Or was he about to find out? You couldn’t imagine he would be thrilled. 
An odd feeling spread its way through Miles as he took in the skeletal remains of his old self. They had laid here, out in the open, for 15 years, neither you nor the RDA seemingly ever having attempted to retrieve them. He took Quaritch’s skull into his hand and observed it. Such a great man with so much power, yet his bones were dwarfed by the hand of the Recom. Impulsively, he closed his fingers around it tightly till the skull turned to grainy powder in his hands. 
His ears folded back as he let the fragments of Quaritch’s skull drop to the floor in disgust. “Lyle, see what footage from the suit can be salvaged.”
You inwardly prayed to Eywa and squeezed your eyes shut. Would he kill you if he saw what you did? You thought of your son and of how devastated he would be if you never returned. Telling this Miles about your son might make him spare your life, but what then? You would rather die than let your son be captured, unable to estimate what the humans would do to him. Taw-pei would take good care of Spider, you were sure of it. 
After a bit of cursing and struggling to find a stable connection to the suit’s database, Lyle found what they were looking for. 
“The last recording only lasted for about twenty minutes,” he told Miles, who nodded his head towards the tablet. 
“Transfer it. They should be here any moment.”
The delay in him finding out the truth was of little comfort to you as a helicopter soon ascended down to bring the squad back to base, your last chance to escape gone.
Miles watched you through the two sided mirror, a lab coat by his side keeping an eye on your vitals. You hadn’t said a word for hours now, sitting on the cold ground of your cell with your knees folded up against your chest. It gave him a chance to take a good look at you. Besides some facial features and the outlook of your eyes it was hard to tell that it was truly you, your lean body clad in sparse Na’vi clothing and a lot of your hair braided and decorated with beads. If he saw you run by in a flash he would’ve never been able to separate you from any of the natives.
“All vitals look good,” the woman next to him said as she noted something down in the computer. 
He felt relieved. The scientists had to strap you down to a table to examine you when you just came in, and you had snapped your sharp canines at them multiple times. By now he knew perfectly well what it was like to be prodded like an animal, so he couldn’t exactly blame you for your anger. 
“It’s definitely her Avatar,” the scientist confirmed. “It seems that her consciousness has made a complete transfer to this body.”
Miles wasn’t interested in hearing much more than that, eager to talk to you already. Now that you had had a bit of time to sort your thoughts out you would no doubt be more approachable. 
When the door of your cell slid open and Miles walked through, you raised your head weakly. You still didn’t speak as you watched him approach you till he could squat down in front of you. His eyes drifted from your face to your neck where a necklace sat. In the center holding it together was a ring, tiny against your body but instantly recognizable. The rest of the necklace was adorned with beads and every now and then a flat, emerald colored stone. It definitely looked handmade, specifically designed to carry around the ring that no longer fit your giant hand. The realization that you had kept your engagement ring filled him with hope. 
He breathed out your name. “I know this is all confusing, and I will try my best to explain.”
Your expression was stoic as you stared back at him. 
Miles’s tail swished uncomfortably. “Colonel Quaritch had a clone with Na’vi DNA made for him in the case of him being killed during action.” He placed one hand on his chest. “And that would be me.”
Though you still didn’t respond, he saw that your ears flicked in interest, clearly paying attention. 
“Do you remember when he recorded that videolog? You found it odd, but he never explained it. Well, it was meant for me, and I have all of his memories and personality up to that point,” he told you. 
Your brow furrowed as he watched you maul it over in your head. Though the plans had never been disclosed to you, you could see that it was within the bounds of what was possible. 
“So… you are not him.”
Your words hit Miles like a ton of bricks. On paper, no, but did you not see his face or hear his voice? He shared all the same memories as him, the only difference was this new body. He had felt certain you could see through that. 
He scraped his throat. “If you want to go the formal route then no, I’m not, but it’s the same as your situation. You are no longer human either.”
You shook your head. “But I’m not a clone.” Your lips pulled into a thin line when you saw the disappointment on his face. “It is not a bad thing, but it is different.”
Miles didn’t understand. This is not how it played out in his mind. Though this was a lot, he had thought you would at least be a bit happy to see your fiancé returned from the dead.
“You are just tired,” he said, more so to assure 
 himself. You kept quiet.
His ears perked back up slightly when he realized it was now his turn to ask questions. “We found your human remains, and… Well I need to ask, was there a kid?”
Your eyes widened in shock and he could almost hear your heart beating in your chest. 
When you shook your head it was unconvincing. “N-no.”  
You were not a good liar and a smirk snuck onto his face. He said your name in a tone that made it clear he was onto you. 
You averted your eyes. “I didn’t know.”
His hand found your knee, squeezing it in a comforting manner. Of course you didn’t, otherwise you would’ve never sided with Sully. You would’ve surely stayed with him. 
“I know,” he told you with a gentle smile. “Is it alive?”
He saw your throat bob as you considered lying again, but ultimately you spoke the truth. “He is.”
He. A son. He had a son. If he wasn’t scared you would claw his eyes out he would have hugged you. He hadn’t felt this much joy ever since he woke up, finally feeling a meaning to his life outside of revenge again. Old Quaritch wasn’t here anymore to take care of his family, but Miles was. He could have everything; a wife, a child, a family. Finally it was all coming together. 
He practically shone with hope as he leaned in even closer to you. “Listen, though we are both not our old selves, we have gotten another chance. We would be fools not to take it.”
In his joy he didn’t notice how you shook your head, hands attempting to push his away from your body. 
“We could be together again,” he continued with a wide grin. “Quaritch would’ve wanted this too. He would want his family to be together in whatever way possible. Sweetheart, we-“
“-NO!” 
He flinched as you shouted in his face and finally forced his hand off of you. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you stared at him in a mixture of grief and horror. 
“Miles, I’m mated to someone else.” 
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Chapter 4: A message to a loved one
Description: Videologging your day, after you had bow training with So'lek. Word Count: 757 Authors Note: A very short Chapter, because i haven't really had time to write. I hope that you have a wonderful day, Love you all 💕🌹 The other chapters are HERE
“Pandora year 2169, Video log of Y/N L/N. I was bow training with So’lek, a Na’vi warrior today… I had to think about you mom. It’s ridiculous really. If I were on earth now, I know that you would scold me. Mom, I like him. I like him very much. His touch makes me feel warm and his voice makes me quiver, I wish to get to know him mom...
You know how unskilled I am in hitting targets right? It was our second training, the first time was a complete failure, but today I hit the target post!” a smile came to your face.
“After I had hit, he went and gathered some fruits for us to eat. You know he hadn’t once called me by my name, so when he came back, I asked him to change that. It felt very awkward. I had to promise him to answer his question in exchange. I think you would have grimaced at me now, if you were here…” your smile faded, thinking about your mothers laugh and silly antics.  
“You know mom I do really miss you. Our bickering and all. Anyway, his question wasn’t even something worth making an exchange for. He wanted to know why I came to Pandora in the first place and why it’s so important for me.” A sigh left your body.
“Mom, I know I never told you and that you won’t see this, but do you remember telling me all the stories of how the earth was in its prime time? I told So’lek about it. Or at least parts of it. If it weren’t for your stories, I don’t think that I would have ever entered Pandoras ambassador program. You know it feels like magic walking in a full blooming forest. It’s something indescribable, something I wish you could experience on earth. Sometimes I think about how different everything had been, if I had simply stayed on earth. I mean, you never wanted that for me, but mom… I…I don’t know how to say this.
I wanted to take you with me. So that the both of us could have seen the beauty of a thriving Planet. I know this isn’t anything that could have happened, you are too old for such adventures, is what you would have told me. But I also know that you would have loved this. Honestly my answer to So‘lek was very simple. I want to protect Pandora, because you would have wanted me to do it. You would have told me to give it my all. To learn from their people.“ you chuckled, a memory coming to your mind „I still remember when you wanted me to learn [language of your choice], because my first boyfriends family spoke it. You always had a knack for learning different cultures and languages. I would do anything to show you how beautiful Pandora is. And how I do my best to live up to your expectations. “
You thought for a while. „Mom there is another thing on my mind. Something where I do not know how you would react. You see, I feel disconnected from my human body these last few weeks. I want to stay in my Avatar one, but I also don’t want to lose our culture you know. It’s been so difficult. In moments like this I really wish that I could actually talk to you and not just imagine it. I know you taught me to listen to my feelings and act on them, but I can’t just leave my human body behind now, can I? Afterall when I got asked back then…when Jake and I were still fighting side by side, my answer was clear.” You put your head in your hands, sighing “Mom why do things have to always be so complicated?” Another sigh left you “Anyway mom, I should probably get back to my work now. Y/N signing out.”
With a moan you stretch on your seat. Ateyras latest environmental samples lying behind you, still waiting for analysis. You were wondering what So’lek was thinking. He hadn’t said anything after you had answered his question and that bugged you. Afterall he could have at least said something more than “I see.”. Maybe he had a Problem with your answer? Maybe you should have not mentioned your mother? Afterall, he had also lost all of his Clan. Another sigh left you as you spun around in your chair, deciding that you should start working and wonder about So’lek later.
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