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inubaki · 6 months ago

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Soundless Confession

"Everyone dismissed."

*Lucifer bowed respectfully to his elder brother, dismissing himself to the flourishing garden of Eden. He wasn't supposed to be here though. Michael had made that clear. Carefully, he fluttered down, avoiding as much noise as he could, until he was seated on a very large branch of a peach tree.

The young Seraphim's eyes were vacant, as if observing something. What could he have been observing?

Why, the First Man, of course! He was watching from a distance, absolutely fascinated by his tanned skin, his brown hair, and his wonderfully golden eyes. He looked so different compared to the angels' pale skin and (mostly) blond hair. He didn't bear any facial markings like the angels. He was completely new and captured Lucifer's attention.

A duck ran past Adam's feet, capturing his attention with its quacking. It seemed to have spotted something, waddling towards the tree, making a huge ruckus. It continued to honk and quack up the trunk, fixated on something in the branches.

Lucifer tried desperately to shush the duck, falling out of the tree from leaning too far.*

*Adam looked at the newcomer with curious eyes. He couldn't help but tilt his head in fascination at this strange new being. Gently, as if picking up a baby animal, he picked the creature up to examine him. The animal was small and had many wings. Adam brushed a finger through the feathers and watched as the creature shivered at his touch. Adam hummed as he began to gently run his fingers over the white skin he saw.

The animal was pale, lacking any color until his got to his cheeks. Such a vibrant blue. The creature made odd noises as he touched him but when he began picking at the thing draping over his body by sticking a hand underneath, it let out a squeal.

Adam blinked. Well, if the male animal wanted to be put down, then he supposed that he could oblige. He placed the creature on the ground and watched as he brushed himself off. Adam almost thought he was a human like himself, but…something inside told him that whatever this creature was, wasn't human. His cheeks looked to be turning yellow…it reminded him of a bird he saw…

"Now that we got all of that sorted out, I can introduce myself." The creature smiled up at him as Adam looked down at him. He was very small, coming to Adam's hip.

"I'm Lucifer Morningstar, Adam. I am an angel of the Lord." Adam titled his head. An angel? He just stared at him. He didn't know what kind of noises the creature was making. It wasn't like anything he'd ever heard.

The sun light sipping through the trees casted a glow over the being’s wings and hair. The a brilliant shade so enticing, Adam couldn’t help but reach out and touch an upper wing. It flinched at his touch, reminding Adam of the shyer breeds within the garden. Slowly he bends down to be more level with the being crowned in gold. Tracing the delicate shape of their face, the shades of their eyes and cheeks. Carefully he cupped their face and something about brushed the blue markings pulled a frozen reaction. Adam smiled and cooed softly as he would any animal, hoping the draw them closer to inspect.

Lucifer's cheeks turned a brilliant yellow when he felt those strong hands on his face. How they brushed his porcelain white face. When Adam began cooing at him like he was an animal did he realize that Adam…didn't know how to speak. Why would the angels make him like that? That…was rather odd. Lucifer bit his lip when he felt fingers brush through wings and gently grabbed his wrists. "Adam, gentle." The human tilted his head and brought his face impossibly closer to Lucifer's, cooing soflty.

Lucifer allowed him to look at him while he did the same. He loved just how big Adam was. Very different than what he was expecting but he couldn't say he was disappointed.

Adam stared at his wings incredulously. His fingers slowly drafting through the shades of colors with fascination. Its softness was something foreign and unique, different than the other animals under his care. Was it a bird or something more chimera like the wildebeest? Plucking the pretty thing off the ground, Adam carried him out from the shade and held it high wards the sun. And through its bright exposure the wonderful thing’s wings light up on full display. Simmering varies of blues and tinted whites more spectacular than any other bird or rainbow. Adam twirled the spectacular thing around with a boyish laugh watching its sparkle in the sun. But he wasn’t so in marvel not to take notice of the creatures’s strange coverings. It obscured his view and by lowering the tiny thing, Adam gave its head a pet.

*Adam, for the life of him, couldn't figure out what he was. Then, he decided that this strange new creature must be newly created. So Adam must name him. He always took a long time to come up with a name and then they would just….become what he thought of them. This creature was special. He would have come up with a extra special name for him.

He hugged the creature close, noticing he was making those strange noises again.*

The noises were pretty and immediately drew Adam to inspect its mouth next. Watching intently as its mouth and its tongue rolled over each sound. Finding the movement to be deliberate each interrogate vocal and formation. Moving closer for further investigation, the pretty thing abruptly stopped before slipping out his hold a laugh. That, Adam could recognize as a noise similar to himself. Birds couldn’t do that without mimicking him, dumping Adam’s bird theory, but emerging with a new idea. That, perhaps, this being was something more new. Like the things he heard whispered in dreams. “You truly are innocent, aye? I can’t believe that my siblings haven’t even tried to met you yet…” Lucifer said. Moving back slowly with a laugh as Adam only seemed to be all the more fascinated by him. After the long neglect from his siblings, it was strangely endearing to be of someone’s entire focus. He looked more closely upon Adam and reached out to mimic the same petting motion Adam did before. This brought a smile to the human, which Lucifer was more than happy to return when suddenly Adam reached out and pulled at his robes.

Adam was curiouse to know what the strange second skin was like underneath. Another squeak came from the creature but Adam would not be deterred at this point. He wanted to know.

"Please! Wait!" Lucifer begged as Adam finally succeeded in looking underneath. It was marvelous. This creature had the same parts as him except bigger then Adam's! Lucifer finally succeeded in pushing the garments down.

"Good Heavens…" Lucifer said, his cheeks yellow and clashing with his blue markings. Adam just stared at him in confusion but allowed the creature to do what he wanted.

“You shouldn’t do that—-!” Lucifer voice cut off as Adam reached out again as if to grab again for his robes. Lucifer, trying to be mindful of his strength, took Adam by the shoulders. Ready to push him off when the human didn’t try for the robe again, only touching the surface of the fabric. Lucifer exhaled, flustered and relieved while his mind scrambled for a way to communicate. He knew he could simply leave, but seeing the state his siblings were willing to leave Adam in, gave Lucifer pause. His lack of communication and obvious obliviousness of his knowledge of angels was honestly disconcerting. Like discovering a trapped animal in a cage and letting it think it was free. “Poor thing… you don’t know better…” Lucifer said with a sympathetic smile. Adam returned the gesture again while his hands still played with the fabric, rolling over Lucifer’s form with his large hands. It was embarrassing, feeling a swell of heat arise in other places beyond his cheeks. Adam’s exploring hands taking his mind slowly else where.

“Hey, Adam. Maybe I can teach yoOOUUUU!!!” Adam heard the being make the funniest of sound the moment he rediscovered the similar shape between its legs. His fingers moving over the shape, tracing its girth through the strange covering. While doing so, he reached down to touch himself between his legs to compare their shapes and sizes. His eyes widen when they both grew harder beneath his palms. Human enough apparently.

Again, the being made a strange sound as Adam rubbed the end of the being’s stiffness.

Dēoful…would that be its name?

Lucifer gasped in shock and let out a strangled moan as he watched as Adam compare them. If Adam didn't stop soon, Lucifer wouldn't be able to stop his instincts. He had already thought…of pinning this man down and show him just how he was supposed to do it. No. Control. He had to control himself. He grabbed Adam's wrists, firm but gently and placed them by the human’s side. "No. You can't touch without permission." Adam looked cresten fallen. He may not understand Lucifer but he does know when he's being denied. The strange creature didn't want him to touch there. He was curiouse still but he relented.

"Thank you…you'll end up making me do something I might regret later."

Lucifer watched as Adam stood up and picked a fruit from a tree before handing it to Lucifer. He ate his own fruit and watched him expectantly. Crossing his legs to hide his erection better he ate the fruit provided.

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Part 1 of a quick to done between @libby-for-life and I. Mainly for @sir-tater-of-the-tot!

Sorry for all the mistakes. Hopefully, I, at least, fixed mine. I just wanted something up that wasn’t about the fire or the election. I’ll draw a picture later!

#traditional art #adam x lucifer #lucifer x adam #drawing #hazbin hotel #my art #guitarduck #adamsapple #Libby rp

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firelordsfirelady · 10 months ago

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XXI. Tap Out

Author: @firelordsfirelady

Imagine: When Y/N—a princess of one of the Water Tribes—is told she’s leaving her tribe, she never expects that she’s to be betrothed to the Fire Lord’s son, nor was she prepared to be exiled the very day she arrived at the Fire Nation. With her life in the hands of her new fiancée, how will life change for the princess?

Pairing: Zuko x F!Reader

Trigger warnings: arranged marriage, feelings of fear, banishment, mentions of burns/abuse, frustration, violence, betrayal, language

Word Count: 1430

Destined to be Yin and Yang

I own no rights to Avatar the Last Airbender or any of the characters/story.

Author’s Notes

The characters as all aged up so Zuko’s banishment happens when he’s 16

Keep in mind I am bringing a unique world with inspiration from ATLA in their characters, some of the events that happen, bending, etc. Not many things may align or occur with what happened in the show. It’s intended that way, so I hope you enjoy it regardless.

See Y/N’s inspiration here.

Destined to be Yin and Yang Soundtrack (YouTube)

A few hours before the sun was set to rise, I held on tightly to Zuko’s waist as his rhino led the way through the forest. I had argued saying that I could ride one of my own, but Zuko had said there weren't enough animals on board the ship for me to take one, so he offered to let me ride with him.

We arrived at a small Earth Kingdom village that was quiet in the early morning hours, and Zuko slowed the rhino to a stop. He hopped down from the rhino and slowly walked toward one of the doors as a villager came out of the house. The older man jumped slightly at the Prince’s intimidating presence.

“Having trouble sleeping?” Zuko said in a mocking tone before he shoved the guy backwards into his house. Watching Zuko shove the innocent man without any remorse left a bitter taste on my tongue as I climbed down from the rhino and approached the man as I shoved Zuko lightly then helped the man up.

“Forgive the Prince,” I kindly spoke as I helped the man up. “He has a bit of a temper.” Iroh lightly chuckled before Zuko’s rough hand found its way to my shoulder. I swatted his rough hand away without looking at the Firebender and kept my attention on the startled citizen.

“I believe that an Airbender, two members of a Water Tribe, and a sky bison were just here though, correct?” I asked as I took some nearby water and healed the slight scratch on the man’s cheek. “Could you tell me where they were heading?” The older man focused his attention on me and not the pissed Firebender that lurked behind me.

“They were heading to the Fire Temple.” The man whispered to me as he leaned in close. “Please don’t hurt us.”

“We will be peacefully,” I briefly looked over my shoulder at the fuming Prince. “Leaving without any more trouble. Thank you for telling me what I needed to know.” I bowed respectfully to the older man, who looked surprised and relieved as he bowed in return.

“Back to the ship, Prince Zuko,” I declared as I turned around. “The Avatar is heading towards Avatar Roku’s shrine.” Zuko quickly turned on his heel and climbed into his rhino before he left without me. I raised an eyebrow at Iroh before I climbed on with him and Iroh took off behind Zuko.

“Expertly handled there, Y/N.” Iroh said with pride in his voice. “I fear that my nephew may not see it as such though.” The older firebender’s voice was sad as he looked towards his fuming nephew riding ahead of us.

“This is not the first time I have disappointed the Prince,” I said with a shrug. “Nor do I believe it will be the last time I disappoint him.” Iroh chuckled. “He will learn to live with it. Brute force isn’t the only way to get shit done.”

Iroh and I made small talk the rest of the ride back to the ship, and we quickly began our journey to the Fire Nation Temple. The Prince said nothing to me as I walked past him on the ship and headed to my room. My peace, however, only lived a couple of hours before rough knocks sounded on my door.

“You overstepped—“ Zuko’s angry words were interrupted by a splash of water from me as he angrily entered my room.

“You are far too fired up to be coming into my peaceful room like that.” I said without turning my attention from my art I was working on. “Calm down and try again.” I heard Zuko forcefully take a deep breath before he started over.

“You overstepped talking to that Earthbender.” He said in a calmer voice, and I softly smiled before I turned around.

“You didn’t have to push the poor man—“

“I am on—“ Zuko interjected, and I felt a fire light under my skin.

“Stop interrupting me when you think I’m going to say something you don’t like.” I angrily spat. “You are forgetting that—“ Zuko’s fist colliding with the wall stopped my current words as I raised an eyebrow at the angry man and crossed my arms over my chest. He breathed heavily until he calmed down then turned to face me.

“On the deck, now.” I said as I stood up and pushed past the Firebender, who looked surprised at me but followed without any further conversation.

As we arrived at the deck, several crew members gave us curious glances as I stopped in the middle of the deck and turned to face Zuko. I took off the top part of my cobalt blue dress so I was standing in my undershirt and pants I had been wearing under the dress before I threw the dress somewhere behind me. I kicked off my shoes somewhere else off to the side of us. Zuko’s cheeks reddened as he watched me strip before I stood across from him with my arms folded across my chest.

“Since you seem to think that I don’t deserve respect—“ Zuko opened his mouth to interrupt me, but the warning look in my eyes made him shut his mouth and let me finish speaking. “You leave me no choice but to challenge you to an Agni Kai.”

“Of course, I’m not a firebender, so we will have to modify the rules.” I smirked as Zuko’s eyes widened at my statement. “No element bending. Hand-to-hand combat only, and the first one to either pin the other to the ground three times or have the other tap out wins. Sounds fair?” Zuko pondered it for a moment before he smiled confidently and nodded.

“Before we continue, if I win, you have to respect me as an equal in this mission to find the Avatar.”

“And if I win?” Zuko asked with a raised eyebrow.

“If you win then I shall only intervene when necessary.” Zuko frowned slightly. “Meaning, I will let you handle it unless I see a dangerous situation about to happen.” Pondering my terms for a brief moment, Zuko nodded.

“Deal.” He said before I stuck my hand out.

“Shake on it then we will start the Agni Kai.” Zuko’s hand carefully shook mine as some of the members of the crew secretly started to stand around to see what was going on. Zuko and I went and stood on either side of the deck before we nodded to each other and the match began.

I took a defensive stance as Zuko quickly ran towards me, but I anticipated him coming to try and knock me off-balance. Centering myself as I grabbed Zuko’s wrists, I ripped them off of my shoulders before I grabbed only one wrist to twist it behind his back. Using the slight discomfort as a distraction, I kicked the back of Zuko’s knees and effectively knocked him to the ground. Seizing the moment of surprise, I quickly wrapped my forearm around Zuko’s neck in a rear naked chokehold and slightly applied pressure as I wrapped my legs around his waist. I gradually applied more and more pressure until I felt the light double tap of Zuko’s hand against my arm.

As I released the Fire Prince and stood up, the crew members erupted in applause as I offered a hand to help Zuko up. With cheeks red as tomatoes, Zuko ignored my hand and helped himself up.

“That’s not fair—“ Zuko started, but Iroh’s laugh interrupted the younger Firebender.

“My, my, my dear Nephew,” Iroh started with a huge grin on his face as he clapped a hand on both mine and Zuko’s backs. “Hasn’t anyone told you that everything is fair in love and war.”

Zuko’s cheeks couldn’t turn any redder than they were as he stared at his uncle with wide eyes, but I felt my cheeks burning as I giggled at the two firebenders. Zuko stopped talking as I giggled before he cleared his throat and bowed to me.

“I supposed that you may have been…right and that I often forget that you are a princess.” My eyes widened at Zuko’s words as he straightened up to look me in my eyes as he dropped his voice to a whisper so only I could hear him. “I should also remember that you don’t break pinky promises.”

“Thank you.” With cheeks red as roses, I bowed slightly to the Prince before I straightened my shoulders and flirtatiously smiled at Zuko. “Not bad for my first Agni Kai, huh?”

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darknessawaits28 · 3 months ago

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Love Amidst the Pandoran Skies (Miles Quaritch Recom x Female Reader)

Hello my lovies! Hope you are having a wonderful day! I wanted to give you a semi-short/long about you the reader and recom Miles Quaritch. I hope you enjoy lovies! Thank you all for your love and support! Yall are amazing! ;3 :3 Love yall!

Warnings: Violence, Smut, Guns, Cursing, Blood, sexual images, etc. Viewer Discretion Advised! 18+

Long hours, longer days, it was brutal working for the RDA, especially with the title that you had. You were technically the most important person on this base than those recoms that gallivant around as if they own the entire goddamn place. You were generously offered..scratch that….you were forced to work for the RDA because they needed your talents. With your background in biology, biochemistry, medicine, physics, microbiology, and more than you can possibly think of, you were the perfect scientist to come aboard the second expedition to Pandora, after Jake Sully sent all of the first people of the first expedition home to their dying world; well your dying world.

You understood Jake Sully’s point of view, but at the same time, you didn’t understand why the RDA didn't want to use the materials, flora, and fauna on this planet to heal Earth. They simply want to make it into a habitable place for humans when we know for sure that the Na'Vi and Jake Sully won’t ever allow that.

“Hopefully Jake contacts me back….see if I could possibly continue helping them in their efforts to stop the RDA once again….I am their last line of defense anyways,” your inner thoughts spoke to you as you headed down the corridor to the lab.

“Hey, morning Johnny” You smiled sleepily, setting down your cute bookbag with tons of pins, stuffed animal keychains, and a bunch of pens on the outside pocket for emergencies.

“Morning sleepy head” Johnny, a well built, glasses wearing man with tattoos littering his entire upper body, spoke with enthusiasm.

“How’s the prototype I made?”

“It’s good, looks stable enough, and I made sure the cast of the pill is dissolvable enough so that when the user swallows it, it can dissolve easily in the lungs.”

“Man she really can be a bitch huh?” Johnny chuckled as he leaned back against his chair.

“That’s good, hopefully Ardmore likes it, she’s been asking for this prototype for days and I had to stay up for three days trying to finish it.”

“Yeah, but I hate to say this…I don’t want to give her this prototype Johnny” You worriedly spoke.

“Why?” he questioned with worry also in his voice.

“Because….this….hardware….can literally give someone the ability to breathe the Pandorian air without any issue.” “The Na’vi won’t stand a chance against the soldiers….”.

Johnny nodded slowly, understanding your worry, “Then don’t give it to her, I’ll destroy it, and say that we couldn’t do it.”

“I appreciate your eagerness Johnny, but if I don’t give her this prototype….she’ll kill my family back on Earth.” “I…I….” you shook your head, sitting down in the closest chair by you and covering your face in worry.

“Hey, hey, it’ll be okay, I am sure that Jake Sully will crush these fuckers.”

“What’s this I hear about Jake Sully?” A deep, gruff, authoritative voice rang along your ears.

A loud gasp escaped your lips as you looked up to find Miles Quaritch’s recom standing there in the lab, looking fierce, strong…and .....so cute!! “Colonel, my apologies, we were both just speaking about how much Jake Sully is wrecking our ships and supply lines.”

Quaritch slowly approached you two, looking down at you both as if you were slabs of meat. “Is that so?”

“Yes, I…sir…uh…can you possibly call General Ardmore to come to our lab.” “We finished the prototype she’s been wanting” You smiled nervously, standing up from your seat respectfully, Johnny doing the same.

“Hmm, alright” he chuckled, finding my reactions slightly adorable. “General Ardmore, the scientists in the lab wanted to show you the prototype they created.”

“On my way” Ardmore spoke through Quaritch’s earpiece.

“She’s on her way here.”

“Great thank you Colonel, well…it was a pleasure seeing you again…you can leave now” You awkwardly said.

Quaritch, raising his eyebrows in a curious way, kneeled down to face you, “Why are you so nervous?”

“Uh…I-I’m not nervous” you chuckled, a deep blush forming across your cheeks when he got close to you.

“Yes you are” he snickered, grabbing your fogged up glasses and began to clean them.

Johnny, watching the whole thing, furrowed his brows, “Colonel, we don’t need your blue monkey ass in here alright.” “Besides, you, yourself, don’t like the sciences.”

When Quaritch handed you back your glasses, he stood on his two feet again and glared down upon Johnny, “I’d watch your tongue soldier.”

“Oh yeah, what are you going to do-?”

“Johnny shut up!” You murmured underneath your breath and then smiled up at Quaritch. “Thank you Colonel for cleaning my glasses, I…must’ve not noticed the fog.”

“No problem miss” Quaritch adjusted his posture as he moved back slightly to give you two some space, still infuriated by the way Johnny was speaking to him.

“My name’s y/n by the way, if you're curious” You spoke softly, finding this new Miles Quaritch to be ... .different. You knew he did have murderous traits down beneath him because he was the replica of the real Quaritch, with his memories, natural instinct, and killer training; but, something deep down within you drew you closer to him.

The first day you met him was amazing, you were shocked how big the Na’vi were because you never were allowed to leave the base; maybe the occasional going out to retrieve the local flora for your experiments, but that was all; no meeting the Na’vi clans, no going on dangerous missions, etc. Yet, his commanding presence made your outsides turn hot and wet, this man was oozing handsome!

“Ah yes, you were the scientist I met a while back wasn’t it?”

“Yep” You nodded.

“Colonel, wasn’t expecting you to be here?” Ardmore spoke with a serious tone as she entered the lab. “Well, y/n, you wanted to show me the prototype?”

“Yes, give me a moment” You said, noticing Johnny looking at you with a ‘don’t do it,’ face, but what could you do?

When you opened up the protective case the small blue pill was in, you hesitated, your hand quivering, knowing for a fact that after this was fully in production, the Na’vi would surely succumb to the RDA.

“Any day now y/n” Ardmore spoke impatiently.

Quaritch, noticing the quiver in your hand, narrowed his eyes, wondering what you were planning on doing, and if needed to prepare himself to take action.

“Apologies” you deeply sighed, grabbing the pill and turning around to show her.

“Wow, this small, I was expecting something bigger” Ardmore huffed.

“It’s supposed to be this small. Once ingested, the pill will find its way into the lungs. Of course making sure to not choke us, it will trick our brain into thinking that we don’t have anything in our esophagus, causing our epiglottis (little flap that covers our trachea when we swallow food) to open once again, and there it will travel down our trachea. Once inside, the pill dissolves with no leftover residue and begins to form like a neural pathway into both our lungs, like the roots of the Pandoran trees we have here on Pandora. The metal then attaches itself to our lungs. We will obviously feel a slight pain when this happens. And, once complete, we will have two types of breathing mechanisms, the conversion of Oxygen to Carbon Dioxide, and the conversion of Carbon Dioxide from Pandora’s atmosphere into usable Oxygen for us. I know there are a lot of other gasses in the atmosphere, but this hardware will make sure to only grab the Carbon Dioxide.”

Quaritch, astounded by this whole science lesson, nodded in curiosity, “My, that is incredible.”

“Thank you” You chuckled, looking back over at Ardmore who also seemed impressed with your work.

“Have you tested it yet?”

“No, I have not General, I can test it now if you-” you stopped speaking for a moment when you felt Johnny nudge you.

“Y/n, do you think that’s such a good idea?” “We should get a soldier to test it, not you” Johnny whispered to you, caring about your well-being.

“I’ll be okay, I promise” You smiled softly, waiting for the General’s answer.

Johnny sighed softly, hating how stubborn you were, but understood your decision.

“Hmm, sure, if we test this right away I can begin production on it” Ardmore nodded, crossing her arms as she awaited for you to test the prototype.

“Here goes nothing” You murmured underneath your breath and swallowed the pill. As everyone watched you, waiting for any side effects, you winced softly. “Ah..fuck..” you groaned, gripping onto your chest.

“You alright?” Quaritch intervened as he slowly inched closer to you.

Johnny, worried as ever, had his arms out in case you fell, while Ardmore stood there with no care in the world.

“I-I’m fine, alright, let’s go” You chuckled, slowly walking out of the lab, the trio following right behind you. As you grabbed your oxy pac, you pulled it on, unlocked the pressurized door and stepped out onto the hard concrete of the base.

Johnny quickly pulled on his oxy pac and stepped out with you, making sure that he was observing you for side effects because who knows what was going to happen when you took that mask off. “Please be careful y/n, we still don’t know the side effects.”

“There won’t be any Johnny” You smiled, patting his shoulder to comfort him and then turned around to face the General as she stepped out of the base with Quaritch at her side.

“Well?” Ardmore questioned.

“Phew” you breathed softly, taking a short breath in and pulling off your mask. Within an instant, your lungs hurt like hell, but you were breathing just fine. “Ha, it worked” You laughed as you looked over at Johnny but his eyes widened. “W-What’s wrong?”

“Y/n…your eyes…..they’re different” He gasped as he quickly grabbed his phone, pulled up the camera app, and showed you your eyes.

As you grabbed the phone, you noticed how your pupils were dilated in a way that resembled a diamond, understanding that this was most likely the only side effect that came with the pill. “Well, now we know there is a side effect, but not a dangerous one” you sighed, glancing over at Ardmore who nodded impressively.

“Send me the schematics, I’ll begin production today” Ardmore said while returning back inside.

“You sure you want this as your side effect, your pupils are literally diamond shaped” Johnny shook his head as he grabbed his phone back from you.

“Well, it isn’t a bad side effect Johnny, would you rather I sprout another head, or how about another arm?” a soft chuckle escaped your lips.

“Well, we wouldn’t want that…but hey…you sure-” Johnny glanced over to the stairs, noticing Quaritch still standing there. “Are you sure you still want to go through with this?” Johnny came closer to you to speak so as to not alert suspicion from Quaritch.

“Like I told you before Johnny, what choice do I have?” You shrugged in defeat, heading over towards Quaritch. As you began your ascent, you miscalculated and tripped.

“Woah, easy there!” Quaritch gasped as he caught you in his arms.

“Sorry, thank you” you blushed deeply, looking into his wondrous yellow eyes, finding them mesmerizing.

Quaritch, gazing deep into your eyes, felt a tug at his heart, as if your very existence were all that mattered. “Of course” he nodded, standing you up on your two feet.

“Johnny, come on” you embarrassingly spoke, rushing inside to avoid any more embarrassing moments.

After you sent the schematics to the General, you laid on your bed, thinking about the horrible decision you just took. Soon there will be an army of soldiers that can breathe Pandora’s air. You already sent a warning to Jake, but of course, no response from him. He must be incognito, or heading to some other clan for protection; hopefully he and his family made it there safely if he chose that route. Suddenly, a knock came upon your door, “Who is it?” you called from your bed, not wanting to get up if it was unimportant.

“Uh, miss y/n, it’s Colonel Miles Quaritch, I wanted to speak to you for a moment.”

Without hesitation, you stumbled off your bed, rushed to your door and opened it within a flash. “Hey Colonel, everything alright?”

“Yes, it is, I uh…well….wanted to ask if you would like to go on a trip with my team and I?” Quaritch smiled softly as he looked down upon you.

“Oh, a trip?” “You know Colonel, the General doesn’t want me out of her sight, and going into hostile territory, that’s a big nope.”

“We aren’t going into hostile territory, we are simply surveying a piece of land to see if it is habitable for us to build another base.” “I already asked the General and she agreed it would be nice for you to get some fresh Pandoran air and do further tests with that prototype.”

“Oh, she agreed, just like that?” You laughed, not believing a single word he was saying.

“At first she didn’t, but with a bit of persuasion, she eventually agreed” he chuckled, crossing his arms and standing in such a smooth manner.

Glancing up at him in shock, you shook your head, “I don’t believe you Colonel besides-”

“Quaritch.”

“Huh?” you furrowed your brows in confusion at the sudden interruption.

“You don’t need to bother with formalities y/n,” he said, leaning in with a grin that was pure temptation. “Just call me Quaritch.”

A sudden blush filled your face as you saw him lean down in such a tempting manner, what the hell was wrong with this man, well recom. “Uh, Quaritch, why do you even need me to join your little expedition hmm?” you crossed your arms, standing there cockily, wanting to hear straight from his mouth the ‘real’ reason he wanted you to join him.

“You are a well renowned scientist as the General has described and you know the differences between the flora and fauna here, you are a great addition to our team in surveying good land for our base.”

“Hm, that may be true.” “I’ve been wanting to explore more of Pandora and I haven’t had the chance yet because they’re still creating my recom….ah what the hell, when do we leave?” you chuckled, wanting to take a leap of faith.

“Excellent, we leave right now, I’ll give you a minute to pack your things.”

“Oh right now, okay, yeah give me a second” You smiled giddily, rushing back inside your room and grabbing your same backpack you always bring to the lab and put the necessary stuff needed for this long journey.

Within the next few minutes, you and Quaritch headed out onto the tarmac, proceeding to one of the aircrafts that was going to be used for our survey.

“Hey Colonel” Lyle shook Quaritch’s hand in respect. “Woah, who’s this little sexy lady right here?” he chuckled, taking notice of you and kneeling down to your level.

“Her name is y/n and she’s coming with us to survey the land, Lyle.”

“Really, you sure she’s up for a ride in one of these?” Lyle laughed as he patted your head gently with his enormous blue hand as if you were a child.

“Hey, hey, I am not a child, don’t go patting my head!” “And I am up for anything, so don’t tell me I ain’t!” You snapped at him, attempting to push his hand off of you, it working somehow and then heading into the aircraft.

Quaritch snickered quietly to himself when he saw how feisty you were, “Let’s head out!” he yelled to his team as they proceeded inside.

“Damn” Lyle blinked quickly in shock and then snapped back to reality, following alongside the Colonel and into the aircraft.

“Hey girlie, I think you’re going to need to sit in someone’s lap, there’s not enough room for me to sit” T-Dog growled as she lifted you up by your waist so she could squeeze in.

“Hey, put me down, I’m not sitting on anyone’s lap!” You growled as you held her onto her massive wrists so as to not fall over.

“T-Dog, bring her over here, she’ll love to sit on my lap!” Lyle laughed teasingly.

“Don’t you dare!” you warned this ‘T-dog.’

Without warning, Quaritch grabbed you from T-Dog’s blue hands and pulled you into his lap, glaring daggers at his team for being unprofessional.

“Eh, ooo, sorry Colonel” Lyle cleared his throat, holding onto one of the straps and looked outside to see they were already flying in the air.

“Quaritch you don’t need to-” you blushed deeply, feeling his arms almost protectively wrapping themselves around you. It felt strange at first, but then warmth enveloped you. “Well, I guess this is one way to fly.”

“Why don’t you look outside and enjoy the view, you aren’t going to see that again any time soon” he whispered against your ear so you could hear him.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you turned your attention outside, adjusting your glasses and holding onto your flying hair. As you watched the aircraft soar toward the land to be surveyed, your eyes widened in awe at the sight of Pandora. The trees were massive, the creatures soaring through the sky were incredible, but the most breathtaking were the floating rocks scattered throughout the atmosphere. Pandora was beautiful—far more beautiful than Earth.

"I love this planet," you whispered to yourself, wishing the scientists in charge of recom production would hurry up and finish yours already.

Quaritch, taking notice of your face, smiled softly to himself. “Remember everyone, guns at the ready when we exit the aircraft and stay sharp, we don’t know what’s out there” he briefed his team.

“Yes Colonel!” Everyone shouted in unison.

Within a flash, the aircraft began to descend upon the forest, “Colonel, we’ll land you and your team as close as possible.”

“Alright” Colonel called to the pilots through his earpiece and then glanced outside to see if there were any of those filthy creatures awaiting for them down below. When he noticed there weren’t any, he turned his body forward, "Excuse me, darlin', just need to grab my gun” Quartich leaned forward a bit to grab the gun that was in the gun rack.

“Sure” You blushed softly, pulling your arms close to your body when you felt his slim chest looming over you.

“Ah, let’s head out!” Quaritch ordered his team, quickly pulling his gun behind his back and then glancing down at you. “Ready?”

“Yeah” You nodded, tightening your bookbag straps and then attempted to get out of his lap but was having slight difficulty. “Uh, sorry I’m trying my best to…get out.”

As you struggled, Quaritch’s team had already stepped out of the aircraft, scanning around for any possible threats as the colonel had told them too.

“Ooo uh easy there” Quaritch cleared his throat as he felt you squirming and grinding slightly against his groin area. “Let me help you” he huffed, grasping onto your hips, lifting you up in the air, and then turning to his side to place you onto the grassy floors of the Pandoran forest.

“Phew, thank you!” You laughed as you pulled out your notebook and began to take notes, with the occasional sketching of the various flora that came across your eyes.

Quaritch chuckled to himself when he heard you, but then turned his attention to the aircraft pilot, “You can head out back to base, but stay on coms, we might need a pick up in an hour or so” he spoke through his ear piece, quickly stepping out of the aircraft and fixing his rifle so that it was in front of him.

“Roger that Colonel, we’ll be back in an hour” The pilot acknowledged and then proceeded to ascend into the air and head back to base.

Once the insipid sound of the aircraft faded into the distance, the sounds of the forest filled the air, creating a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere. “Wow, this is so cool!” you giggled to yourself, approaching a beautiful helicoradian. “I’ve only seen pictures of this beautiful plant and now I get to see it!” You giggled, approaching it and attempting to touch but the plant instantly shriveled itself up. “Ah!” You laughed cutely.

“Hey, hey, pay attention” Quaritch approached you, tapping your oxygen mask to make sure you were following him.

“Oh come on Quaritch, let me at least enjoy the beautiful view in front of me” You grumbled.

"You can enjoy the view after we finish the job. Hell, it’s still early. You’ve got all day to soak in this miserable rock when we’re done."

“Hey, it’s not miserable, you're just miserable because you're blue” You rolled your eyes, walking past his tall stature and followed behind the team.

Quaritch grumbled slightly at your response but continued behind you.

“She’s got a sharp tongue Colonel,” Lyle chuckled.

“Yes, she does. But there’s something different about her... not like the other scientists I’ve known.”

“You’re talking about Grace Augustine?”

“Ugh, don’t even bring her up, Lyle. That woman was a pain in the ass, and she always will be.”

“Colonel, the land’s just up ahead, shall we do a circle around it or survey it from the middle?” T-Dog stopped moving forward and turned around to await the Colonel’s orders.

“We’ll survey it from the middle!” He called to T-Dog.

“On it!” she called back and proceeded forward.

"Come on, little one," Quaritch mocked, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he gestured forward with his enormous blue hands. "I told you, you can view this crap later.”

You let out a deep sigh, snapping your notebook shut before glaring up at him. “Can you just leave me the fuck alone?”

“Hey, watch your mouth,” Lyle intervened, but he glanced at Quaritch, who simply gestured for him to stand down.

“It’s alright, Lyle. Besides, I can just do this, and she’ll obey like a little rabbit,” Quaritch chuckled darkly before gripping your hips with ease and hoisting you into his arms.

“Hey, stop it! Let me go!” you shouted, thrashing in his enormous arms as he carried you toward the middle of the land where the RDA planned on setting up their base.

“Well, that’s one way to get her to comply,” Lyle mocked with a laugh.

“Don’t you laugh at me, you—ugh!” You scowled, grasping for an insult but trailing off as heat crept up your face.

Quaritch caught sight of the blush blooming beneath your oxygen mask, and a devious smirk tugged at his lips.

“Hmm this seems like a perfect place to set up” Lopez spoke aloud, kneeling down to touch the grass.

“Indeed it does, what do you think y/n?” Quaritch glanced down at you.

“Well, let me see, since you won’t put me down,” you sighed in annoyance, turning your head to take in the area. You spotted the various trees, the lush flora, and the vibrant fauna surrounding you. “Yeah, I guess it’s good,” you murmured, wishing the RDA would stop destroying this beautiful planet.

“Are you sure? Or are you just saying that so I’ll put you down faster and you can go look at plants?” Quaritch raised a brow.

“No, I’m telling the truth. This land looks simple enough to be—” You stopped mid-sentence as a low, menacing growl rumbled behind Quaritch.

Lyle heard it too. His instincts kicked in as he spun around, eyes widening at the sight of an enormous black creature, its fangs as long as his hand. “Run!”

Quaritch gasped, pulling you closer into his arms as he glanced back at the massive beast. Without hesitation, he took off, his other team members opening fire.

“Argh!” T-Dog gritted her teeth, firing at the creature, but the bullets did nothing. “Shit, split up!” she yelled as the team scattered into the forest, searching for cover.

The beast hissed angrily, its attention locking onto Quaritch as he ran with you in his arms. With a furious snarl, it charged straight for him.

“Quaritch, that thanator is coming straight for us!” you screamed in fear, burying your face in his chest, not wanting to see what was about to happen.

“I got ya, don’t worry,” he reassured you.

But with a slight miscalculation, his foot slipped. He lost his balance and went tumbling down the longest slope imaginable. He gritted his teeth, glancing up—of course, the damn thing was still after him, sliding right behind with deadly precision.

“Dammit!” Quaritch cursed under his breath. Holding you tightly with one arm, he reached out with the other, fingers grasping desperately for anything to stop his fall. His hand latched onto a sturdy branch, and with a sharp tug, he managed to swing both of you up just in time.

The thanator snapped its jaws at him but missed, its claws scraping uselessly against the slick surface. Unable to stop itself, the beast let out an enraged roar as it plunged into the abyss below, its deafening screech fading into the darkness.

Breathing heavily, you turned your head, eyes widening at the seemingly endless drop. “Oh my God…” you gasped.

“Shh, don’t look. Don’t look,” Quaritch murmured, still catching his breath. He quickly scanned the area, searching for a way to climb higher.

“Listen, darling, hold onto my neck tight and wrap your arms around my chest,” he instructed.

“What?” You looked up at him, confusion written all over your face.

“Just do it—unless you wanna fall into that damn abyss!”

“Okay!” you nodded fearfully, following his instructions and doing exactly as he asked.

“Alright, here we go,” Quaritch groaned, tightening his grip on you as he started climbing. He moved with precision, grasping each branch carefully. With a bit of luck, he reached the same area where he had tripped and pulled himself up onto the ledge. But as he looked around, something was off.

“What the hell… y/n, is this the same area as before?”

Silence. You still had your face buried in his chest, convinced the two of you were still high above the ground.

“Hey, look at me. You’re alright,” he murmured softly. One of his hands gently grasped your chin, his fingers tilting your face upward. “See? We’re okay.”

Feeling the warmth of his touch, you hesitantly opened your eyes, meeting his gaze. His face, sharp yet reassuring, was only inches away. “W-We’re okay?” you whispered.

“Yes,” he nodded. “Now, can you help me out? Is this the same place as before?”

As Quaritch released your chin, you slowly turned your head, scanning the land before you. It only took a second to realize, it wasn’t the same.

“No… Look over there. See that Baja Tickler?”

Quaritch blinked. “Excuse me?” He barely held in a chuckle, raising a brow. “The hell did you just call that tree?”

“I’m not joking, that’s actually its name,” you defended, rolling your eyes. “That group of Baja Ticklers wasn’t here before. We’re definitely not in the right area.”

“Yeah, no shit,” he muttered, pressing a hand to his comms. “Lyle, come in?”

Static.

“Lyle, T-Dog, Lopez, respond!” More static. Quaritch clenched his jaw. “Dammit.”

“They can’t hear you, can they?” you asked quietly.

“No,” he sighed, finally setting you down on your feet. Your legs felt weak, still shaky from the adrenaline, and you stretched them out as he scanned the area. “We’re on our own for now,” he muttered, his sharp eyes searching for a safe place to set up camp.

You hesitated before speaking. “Uh… I know this is probably a bad time, Quaritch, but… can I explore a little?”

His head snapped toward you, expression dead serious. “You wanna explore? After what we just went through?”

“I know, I know,” you said quickly. “It’s just… I might not get another chance to see all this up close, and I—”

“Alright, alright,” he interrupted with a sigh. “Go explore. But stay close. I don’t want you getting eaten by whatever the hell else is out here, got it?”

“Yes! Got it,” you nodded eagerly, still shaken but determined to enjoy the beauty around you. As you wandered a few steps away, you pulled out your notebook, sketching the vibrant flora.

“Wow,” you giggled, spotting a familiar fruit. Carefully inspecting it, you recognized it as edible. “Oh, he’s gonna love this,” you murmured with a smirk, glancing back at Quaritch as he kept trying his comms. Tucking the fruit into your backpack, you continued on.

Soon, you stumbled upon a small clearing—a perfect circle, surrounded by an array of breathtaking flowers. The colors glowed faintly in the dim light, and the air felt almost magical.

“Mm,” you hummed happily, stepping carefully over the flowers before settling in the center. Lost in your sketches, you didn’t notice the small, glowing seeds from the sacred tree drifting down around you, floating gently through the air like whispers of the planet itself.

“Huh?” you blinked as the seeds caught your attention, slowly extending out your hand. One of them hovered for a moment before settling delicately onto your palm.

“Woah…” you whispered in awe, gazing at the luminous seed. “So beautiful.”

“Alright y/n, why don’t we head to the spot I found to set up camp?” Quaritch’s voice pulled you from your trance as he stepped closer, his eyes narrowing at the small white seedlings surrounding you. “Are these bugs?” he grimaced, waving a hand to shoo them away.

“Don’t do that!” You gasped, shielding the seed in your palm. “They’re seeds from the sacred tree!” “The Na’vi believe they’re signs from Eywa.” A smile tugged at your lips as you admired the glowing seed.

Quaritch scoffed. “Well, I don’t give a damn about no Ewya. Let’s go before another damned creature decides to make a meal out of us.” Without warning, he grabbed your arm forcefully, causing the delicate seeds to scatter.

You frowned, yanking your arm back. “Okay, okay, no need to be so rough.” Adjusting your bag, you carefully tucked your notebook away before following him.

A few minutes passed as you arrived at the small Na’vi camp Quaritch had found. It was surprisingly well-equipped, with a fire pit, a few sleeping bags, and a small chest full of supplies.

“Hmm, this looks nice,” you sighed in relief, settling against the trunk of a tree.

“Yeah, decent enough for now.” Quaritch scanned the area before adding, “I just hope the pilot returns soon so I can figure out which direction he’s coming from.”

You hugged your arms around yourself. “I really hope he does. The forest is terrifying at night. I don’t even want to think about what could happen if we’re stuck out here after dark.”

Quaritch shrugged, already picturing the dangers that lurked in the shadows.

Pulling your backpack off your shoulders, you leaned back against the tree and rummaged through it, eventually pulling out the melon you had taken earlier. “Here.”

Quaritch raised a brow. “What’s this?”

“A melon from one of the trees.” You hesitated slightly. “I- uh… figured you might be hungry after everything we just went through.”

A smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned forward to take it. “Well, ain't that thoughtful of you.” He inspected the fruit briefly. “You want some? I’ll split it.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “I can’t eat it. Humans aren’t built to digest Pandora’s food, but thanks anyway.”

Quaritch nodded, filing away that bit of new information before biting into the melon. His eyes widened slightly as the sweet, juicy flavor hit his tongue. “Damn, this is good.”

You giggled at his reaction. “Told ya.”

Flipping open your notebook, you returned to your sketches while Quaritch continued enjoying his snack, the moment between you unexpectedly peaceful.

A cool wind swept through the forest, sending a shiver down your spine. “Ooo, it’s chilly out here… I should’ve brought a jacket.”

Quaritch, having just finished his snack, wiped his hands clean before noticing you shivering. With an amused chuckle, he grabbed you by the waist and effortlessly pulled you into his lap, shielding you from the cold.

“Here.”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “You know, you don’t have to keep grabbing me like that. I do have legs.”

Quaritch smirked. “What? You don’t like a handsome man like me getting handsy?”

You shot him a look. “Excuse me?”

“Or is it just that you don’t like being grabbed by a man who’s twice your size?” He tilted his head slightly, a teasing glint in his eyes.

You scoffed. “Oh, don’t you start.” You gestured vaguely at him. “Just because you’re twice my size, have big-ass arms, huge hands, and….” Your words trailed off as you found yourself locked in his intense gaze.

Quaritch chuckled. “Cat got your tongue, darling?”

You snapped out of it, shaking your head. “N-No! Colonel, please control yourself. We’re professionals, and this is not appropriate behavior.”

His smirk only grew. “Oh, professional, huh?” He suddenly flipped a few pages in your notebook, stopping on a sketch—one that was unmistakably of him… and not exactly modest.

Your heart nearly stopped.

“What’s this?” He chuckled, eyes flicking between you and the very detailed drawing. “Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?”

"T-That’s not you! I was just… I… um…" Your words trailed off, heat rushing to your face.

"Oh? Then who is it, sweetheart?" He tilted his head mockingly. "Lyle? Lopez?" His voice dropped lower as he leaned in, lips ghosting dangerously close to your ear. "Or do you just want me that bad?"

You swallowed hard, fumbling with your foggy oxygen mask. "Colonel, please… You wouldn’t want a girl like me. Besides, you’re a Na’vi recombinant. This would never work."

His smirk didn’t waver—if anything, it deepened. Slowly, he reached forward, his large hand pulling your oxygen mask off, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Adorable," he murmured, voice low and husky, laced with something dark. "Because back in that lab? I already knew—I wanted to make you mine."

Your breath hitched as your lungs adjusted to Pandora’s thick, foreign air, but you were glad nonetheless that the prototype in your lungs allowed you to breathe this thick air. "You’re lying…" you whispered, wide-eyed. "You’re just trying to make fun of me."

With swift movements, he pulled you into a hungry kiss, his enormous blue lips devoured your own.

Your mind spun. The Colonel—Miles Quaritch—was kissing you. This had to have been a dream.

“Q-Quaritch” you murmured against his lips, trying to push him away but to no avail.

"Mm," he moaned against your lips, his tongue slipping into your mouth, exploring gently.

This feeling drove you mad—his tongue was enormous and filled your mouth completely. "Ah!" You pulled away from his mouth, a strand of saliva lingering between you.

“Your scent is intoxicating y/n” he whispered against your ear, his eyes seeming to be feral and hungry for more of your scent.

“Quaritch please, let me go, I-I ah” You gasped when you felt his ocean-blue hand unbutton your jeans and slip slowly inside, feeling your warmth.

“I won’t let you go my darling, the day that I met you, I knew I had to have you, before any other human man touched you” His voice dropped into a near growl. “I want you to be mine” he almost hissed like a predator, his mouth parting just enough to reveal his sharp fangs.

“Quaritch” you whimpered, feeling his slender fingers push their way into your panties and begin to rub your wet sensitive bud.

"Let me claim you," he growled again, his other hand tugging your shirt aside to expose more of your neck. Then, with slow, deliberate intent, he sank his Na’vi fangs into your flesh.

A sharp cry escaped your lips as his teeth pierced your skin, the sensation overwhelming. This was it—the moment this animal… this beast… this dangerously seductive Colonel made you his. A twisted sense of honor washed over you at the thought of belonging to him. But was it real? Or was it simply the effect of his heat—his pheromones pulling you under?

He then pulled away slowly from your neck, noticing how vulnerable you looked, “I’m going to take my time devouring every inch of you~”

Finally having enough, you broke and gave into his teasing and dominant demeanor, “Please Quaritch, devour me” you begged, slowly standing from his lap, pulled off your pants, along with your panties, and slowly laid down onto one of the sleeping bags. It felt kind of strange doing such an act in the middle of the forest where anyone or anything could be looking, staring at such lustful acts, but in this very moment, you wanted to be claimed by this enormous creature.

Quaritch could only smirk hungrily at the sight of you, “I shall” he chuckled, slowly crawling towards you like an animal and spreading your legs wide. Within an instant, his lips swallowed you whole, exactly like what he did to that melon a few moments ago. “Mm, you are quite wet?” “Did my love bite make you this way?” he teased, moving his mouth up slightly to bite your clit.

“Ah, Quaritch!” You cried out, covering your mouth in embarrassment at what he had said.

“Darling, you don’t need to cover your mouth. Let me hear those echoes of whimpers and moans,” he murmured with a smirk. One of his hands wrapped around both of yours, pinning them tightly beside you.

“No, no, I can’t….I feel like….I’m going to die” you whimpered, tears of pleasure dripping down your cheeks as you struggled against his grip.

“Ah your close, good, cum for me y/n,” he urged, his voice thick with desire. His grip on your leg tightened, holding you in place as his tongue explored every crevice of your dripping pussy. At this moment, you were completely soaked—so wet that the lewd sounds of your arousal filled the air.

“Quaritch!” You finally screamed, your hips arching against his long tongue as you had the most pleasurable orgasm.

Quaritch snickered at the way you screamed his name, “Good girl” He hummed, releasing you slowly and licking up the excess from his lips.

“Ah, ah, ah” you whimpered, sitting up slowly and looking at him with such innocent eyes.

“Your glasses are foggy again.”

“You’re an asshole” you glared at him.

“Oh but admit it, you loved it” he smirked, pulling your half-naked body into his lap again. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close as his tail swayed behind him, betraying his excitement.

“Colonel?” A familiar voice rang along Quaritch’s ears, making him quickly turn his gaze towards the source. “Lyle?” his voice came out firm yet laced with surprise.

Lyle let out a breath. “Hey thank god we finally found you—OH, uh…I see….I came at the wrong time.” He awkwardly scratched the back of his head. “Well, uh….we found the area where we landed. The team already regrouped at the aircraft. I told them to stay put while I searched for you two.”

Heat rushed to your face as you buried yourself in Quaritch’s chest, trying to shield your exposed body from Lyle’s gaze.

Quaritch huffed. “I see. And how exactly did you find me?”

Lyle hesitated, shifting uncomfortably. “Uh, funny enough…your pheremones, sir. Our Recom senses are pretty damn strong, so yeah…kinda led me right to you. Anyway, I’ll be over by that tree whenever you two are ready.”

Quaritch’s sharp gaze locked onto him, “Lyle.”

Lyle raised a brow. “Colonel?”

“Mention this to the General, and I will kill you.”

Lyle held his hands up in surrender. “Duly noted.” he turned away, giving you both some privacy.

Once he was gone, Quaritch looked down at you. “You alright?”

“Yes I just…” without thinking, you grasped his face between your hands, pulling him into a deep kiss. “I love you,” the words slipped out before you could stop them.

His eyes widened in shock, but the surprise quickly melted into something softer. A slow satisfied smile curled onto his lips before he kissed you back, gentler this time, savoring the moment. As he pulled away, his voice dropped to a whisper against your lips, “I love you far more.”

How strange that a small trip to the forest could turn into you finding love amidst the Pandoran skies. Who knows what entails next on your future endeavors?

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empty-dusk · 4 months ago

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Because I am back on my bullshit, I just wanna make a post about two of my fave plant based losers.

Arbutus from Aladdin the animated series and Molecule man from Moon girl and devil dinosaur.

These two dweeps parallel each other in surprising ways, which is kind of interesting. I don't know if Arbutus played into this portrayal of Molecule man, but taking that both come from disney animated canon, it isn't beyond the scope of things.

TL;DR: Two random cartoon characters are surprisingly similar and their stories parallel in fun ways. I wrote a novel about it.

Their story arcs follow a similar pattern. Both begin as seemingly more open people, with Arbutus allowing the Sultan to enter his garden oasis to take refuge from the cold desert night and with Molecule literally allowing people to come to his home to enjoy what he'd created. Notably, both deal with gardens and plants. Arbutus, being seemingly a nature elemental creates art through nature and Molecule made an entire planet into a natural wonder through molecular manipulation. By technicality, you could say they both had a garden they saw as a haven.

While Arbutus seems a bit more hesitant to approach, he still follows the Sultan to see what he does and probably to see how he reacts to the art he had created. It ought to be pointed out that the Sultan interacts quite respectfully with his garden to a certain point, enjoying it's wonders. We don't see much on how Molecule behaves with his guests, but the small looks we get into how his planet used to be, he seemed to be much the same, if just more involved. The Beyonder talks about crystal bloom beds, anti-gravity waterfalls and most notably a black hole coaster, which speak volumes of how nice the place must have been if it made a good impression on the Beyonder, who at best of times seems to regard humans as lesser beings and has notably caused a lot of harm to different planets out of strange kind of childish curiosity or vindictiveness. Molecule seems to have enjoyed spending time with at least some of his guests, seemingly children, based on his small recollections.

Despite the initial good will though, both end up in the same place.

In Arbutus's case, the slight seems minor. A single picked flower from his garden. But a garden to a nature elemental is a bit different of a thing than to a human. To him, his art and his plants are akin to family and they scream when harm befalls them. It's implied that he feels about flowers in a vase the same way most of us would feel about inhumane cruelty befalling our fellow humans or animals.

Meanwhile, Molecule has his haven, his home, destroyed due to what could be seen as a natural disaster. A natural disaster that came down to not being so natural, as it turns out it was merely a game played by a trickster entity he'd even hosted on his planet. The Beyonder. The Beyonder, when confronted, does not truly recall causing this, despite admitting to the game of galactic golf that set the meteors into motion. A being who is supposedly omniscient was too distracted from the destruction he'd caused.

Both parties have their homes violated in someway and vow revenge on the perpetrator.

Arbutus has the opportunity to act on his wish for it instantly, coming down like an angry god upon the hapless man in his garden. He was very much willing to kill the person destroying his masterpiece, but is actually talked down by the prospect that he might get the Sultan's most 'precious treasure' into his garden. So, he allows the Sultan to leave, but leaves the man with a promise. In 20 summers, he would come to claim this most precious treasure.

Molecule man has a less straight forward path to his revenge. Beyonder is a being who could be anywhere, at anytime. Tracking him down is nearly impossible. So, he sets a trap. If the trickster would ever dare set foot on his planet ever again, he'd be stripped of his power and fully at his mercy. It's impossible to say how long he waited, but his home is abandoned and left to ruin, wilderness claiming buildings and structures deteriorating. But in the end, his plan works. Beyonder DOES come back. No truce or revenge is achieved however, as Beyonder ends up beating Molecule man with his own power, just to save the girl he'd come to his home with. The girl he seems to care so much about. Molecule man is left to his own rage and impotence, power stripped from him instead by the destruction of his wand.

Regardless, both of them return to the lives of those they perceived had wronged them, but the stories end in very different ways.

At this point, it's important to note on the protagonists they are up against. Aladdin and Lunella.

Both at first underestimate their foe. Lunella has just beaten the biggest bad thing ever back on Earth and has protected Beyonder and his sorry behind for a few days on an alien planet. She got this, she can do this! Except... not this time.

(No I will never stop using these gifs. I made them, I get to abuse the privilege.)

Similarly, Aladdin projects confidence, telling the Sultan that he will protect his treasury from any intrusion. He has beaten plenty worse things before! Unfortunate for him, he didn't quite understand that to a nature elemental, what is more precious than living beauty? And there happens to be a flower right under his nose he hadn't considered: Jasmine.

Both protagonists lose their first round against a seemingly overwhelming foe, but while Lunella spends rest of the season dealing with these ramifications, Aladdin bounces back near instantly. After all, to him this is a single episode and to Lunella, this is a several episode long arc. (And there's like. 20 years between the two series.)

The greatest differences appear in the latter halves of Arbutus and Molecule's stories, however.

Arbutus takes Jasmine and very much seems content that he now has someone to talk to, someone to witness his art, despite showing clear disdain towards Jasmine's unwillingness to be part of his garden. The things grow heated however when she accuses him of seeing her as a thing. Something to be owned, which is a concept she'd held contempt from being nearly forcefully married off to a suitor she didn't care for. But Arbutus fires back that humans treat nature and his creations as things as well. There seems to be bitterness to him, as he talks about humans burning wood and plotting out the sun with the smoke, leaving his precious flowers to slowly die and suffer die in a vase. He seems to hold contempt towards humans, most likely due to being a being of pure nature, seeing them abuse living things that can't tell them to stop. But at the same time... he seems to wish for understanding. After all, he isn't necessarily hostile to Jasmine. He merely bars her exit, as she was promised to him, ever so indirectly.

So, Jasmine saying that she understands how he feels seems to make him do a double take.

But in the end... he wants to believe in Jasmine. That humans do appreciate his creations, all the creations of nature. He's skeptical, but wants to believe in the end. At least until Aladdin shows up, prompting him to fall back into his skepticism. It was clearly just another human ploy, after all. Something he's clearly experienced before.

Meanwhile, Molecule man invades Lunella's home. Her safety, her haven, all for getting revenge by proxy. Beyonder can be wherever and anywhere, after all. His rage, as terrible and burning as it had been before, had merely amplified during the time he'd spent off screen. It broke him, quite literally. His body is now able to shape itself in whatever way he pleases, but he is very unstable. While the rage seems to have empowered him to be more at first, it's also tearing him down. His contortions seem painful, but he seems to be dulling it all with the rage that is uncoupling his own molecules to begin with. In contrast to Arbutus, he takes pleasure in toying with Lunella's family as well, wishing to make her feel the pain he feels. He lacks a mirror, someone to understand him like Arbutus. No one clearly had come to bring aid or was concerned for him and his home. And now, if nothing else, he can pass his pain unto Lunella. Give her exactly what he got: despair, loss, grief and most of all a person to blame it all upon.

Both are in the end acting on old pains.

Arbutus lashing out due to seeing humans as cruel things that trick and abuse his creations and Molecule due to loss of acceptance and people who would care for him equally. Both have withdrawn from contact due to being hurt by outside forces and in the end, become a monster in the eye of others. Aladdin calls Arbutus a monster and treats him as one. Lunella forgoes saying it, but she holds righteous anger towards the alien who invaded her home and threatened to kill her whole family.

Their stories end in shockingly different ways.

Arbutus is slain, despite Jasmine's protest. He and Aladdin fought, fully thinking the other was in the wrong and not attempting to bridge the gap between them. His death is an accidental victory, but Aladdin no matter celebrates, thinking he'd beaten the evil that had taken his love prisoner. Arbutus and his home wither around them, unable to exist without the person who kept it alive. The episode ends with a hopeful but somber note, as Jasmine explains that Arbutus wasn't evil, merely different. They plant the rose that had been his heart and source of his power onto a hill. It perks up after being watered, giving hope that he may someday grow back.

Molecule man, despite his demonstrably worse actions, gets the happier ending. Lunella, after having been on the run for the most of the episode turns the tides and returns the favor of their first encounter, beating and breaking him onto the floor. She stops, just like he had (even if not by choice) just an inch from his face, letting him feel the terror he'd caused in her. The fear of death and pain. But instead... he reacts much differently. After a moment of fear and panicked breathing, he repeats a line he'd told her before. He has nothing left to lose. With somber acceptance, he lays down, knowing that he is defeated and perhaps even welcoming the oblivion of death. This leads to Lunella understanding just how much pain he had to be in. As much as he'd hurt her, he'd lacked the support network she had. He had no one to tell him what Mimi or Casey would tell her, about confidence and finding help when you needed it.

He literally was alone. In the end, he finds compassion from Lunella, who literally helps him back to his feet, so he can see the destruction he'd caused. It's not perfect and won't take the trauma away, but he does what he can to undo the destruction. He heals and fixes, leaving the apartment as it had been and no less. He and Lunella depart on good enough terms and her fear of him seems to have disappeared.

Despite the different ending point of their stories, in the end, both of them are very misunderstood beings. While Arbutus reflects a more skeptical side and inability to trust, Molecule man turns that around and finds trust and healing in the end. They are both also heavily tied to flowers.

The flower the sultan picks from Arbutus' garden seems to be a kind of lily. Later on, he sprouts a similar yet differently colored lily from his palm, offering it Jasmine momentarily, but never giving it to her. Meanwhile, Molecule man is seen to be fond of a type of cactus flower (it's an alien plant, I am doing my best here), which a child passes onto him in a flashback and in the end, he passes to Lunella.

Perhaps the flower could be seen as a willingness to change and trust, despite it all. To pass it on is to be vulnerable, but you can also find people who care for you. Not passing it on protects you, but... leaves you alone and misunderstood in the end. Thanks for reading this ramble of a post, you're trooper if you did.

#molecule man #mgadd #moon girl and devil dinosaur #aladdin #aladdin the series #arbutus #Aaren mumbles #I felt inspired

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sailorblossoms-rankane · 3 months ago

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What's your most traumatic ranma1/2 ffic experience? I'll go first, dont remember the name, but 'ranma gets roofied at a houseparty and gets pregnant.'

i don't think i can top that if i'm real... i have trauma from other fandoms so i use ao3's filter system so there's a lot i don't see (i assume the most fucked up stuff is in older fics or outside of the rankane tag...) i also avoid very old fics (recently read one where ranma's solution to everyone chasing him was "i'm gonna let them kill me" and somehow this was humorous in tone lmfao meanwhile akane was traumatized?? it also commits the sin of grouping akane with the clowns chasing ranma, which i'm gonna blame on the old show) especially knowing people were just doing whatever back in the day (including people writing fics based on other's fics without having ever read the manga or watched the anime???) i can tell you things that annoy me instead lol (not including summaries that served me only to add more tags in my "exclude" bar cuz you couldn't pay me to read those)

akane struggles with insecurities but "a person who has zero confidence and is always on the verge of breaking" she's not.

ranma and akane fighting or their banther is not easy to capture, is it. a lot of fics overdo it. it shouldn't feel like they might kill each other for real or there's real HOSTILITY lol

casanova ranma: the manliest of men with the biggest of dicks, written for the female reader who might or might not want to fuck him or for those who might be self-inserting with him. this ranma will fuck anything with a pulse and a skirt cuz he's a grown man with needs! (nevermind that canonically akane is the one who gets anywhere near horny thoughts and that ranma runs from intimacy, self sabotages, is emotionally stunted and mentally younger than he is, moves and "grows" at a very slow pace, gets uncomfortable by the horniness of the guys around him, is generally uninterest in people's looks other than his own... fanon is fanon but surely more fics could take inspiration from that) (somehow i'm always jumpscared by this one... i remember a fic where every man was a fucking pig and after already meeting akane he sleeps with another girl and then goes out on the balcony to smoke and stare at a billboard with akane's picture hahahahahaha that's where i dropped it. i read it because, dumb bitch that i am, i wanted a cute idol/bodyguard fic, i was thinking more about the 90s movie in terms of vibes but anyway)

fics where ranma is just some guy. even in normal aus i feel like we need to have that curse! where's my girl! (even worse if it's paired with casanova ranma)

anything that uses ukyo and/or shampoo as exes for ranma or "they could be together and perhaps even be happy if it wasn't for akane" is an automatic "you haven't thought about this boy that much, have you" and also a "you're not catching what these girls actually want, romance-wise, and how little patience they have for ranma's actual self" ... they are specifically girls ranma is incompatible with mind you!

holy shit this fandom has a problem with shampoo. i will spare everyone the details of this one but writers who both like and dislike her fail to see her as anything other than a sex object or some sort of seductress she's never meant to be or an extremely promiscuous woman. she's a complicated character who's used for fanservice, but she's never meant to be "seducing" ranma, it's not something that crosses her mind or that ranma is in danger of. bro is a modest maiden here, more likely to faint. she's meant to be innocent in this area (in a way that doesn't match her actions but there's not a single thought behind those eyes when she jumps ranma! she's childish!) hate it when i'm jumpscared by "ranma ogling at shampoo/being hypnotized by her charms and/or using her for sexual relief" because "it's realistic" or some shit. girl fuck you. respectfully. let's look at the panels and pages with ranma and shampoo together because clearly, there are things we are misunderstanding here, things we aren't catching. the guy is freezing and shitting himself, he doesn't know to react. he's not being fucking seduced. i also promise we can use shampoo as an antagonist in fics without bringing sex or the prospect of it. i can say this with confidence because a lot of her antagonism in the manga is her using her brains and her abilities

i feel like i'm forgetting a lot of things but you know what, love that for me

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technicolorfamiliar · 8 months ago

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Well, it took me a year, but I watched a billion 50+ Conrad Veidt films. Some good, some great, some so bad that I hope I never have to see them again.

This post is a stand in for the entire second half of this filmic journey -- I'll link the original 5 posts that make up the first part below. But instead of reposting all of my reviews for all of these titles (the original posts for these are on Pillowfort), I'll just share some highlights below the cut.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5

Bleaker and darker than I expected, but that makes sense if it's based on a WWI memoir. What happened to Martha was legitimately awful and hard to watch. Stilted performances aside, I would have also liked a whole separate movie about the lesbian spy aunt. But Commandant Oberaertz... [redacted]. He's so hot, despite the character being absolutely awful and creepy and intimidating. I actually said "wow" out loud about his body shape in that costume. That jacket is fitted within a millimeter of its life. How many other films did Connie use this lower register in? Not many, right? It's too much, TOO MUCH. I think this movie took ten years off my life.

I Was a Spy, 1933

Dir. Victor Saville

⭐3/5

Watched Feb 18, Snowgrouse's masterpost

Connie's performance in this is more sympathetic than it has any right to be. The movie very easily could have been sensationalist garbage, and I'm so glad it was handled with relative care and humanity. I liked his whole vibe, I am not immune to party boy Rasputin's charms; "he's got the kavorca, the lure of the animal!" He looks like he stinks, which in this case may not necessarily be a bad thing. I don't even know what to make of all the cooing and baby talk he does with Alexei, or for that matter Drunk!Rasputin dancing and climbing over furniture to get at his ladies. I wish we got to see more scenes with Rasputin and the royal family, how those relationships formed and affected matters of state. We only really get to know about any of that through dialogue among other court officials. And so the emotional turn at the ending was unexpected. The way he cried out after being shot, I've never heard a sound like that come from a human being. Needless to say I did not feel great when the movie ended, but I liked it way more than I thought I would.

Rasputin, Dämon der Frauen, 1932

Dir. Adolf Trotz

⭐3/5

Watched Mar 23, Archive.org

Almost all the performances in this are pretty excellent. The stripped back, realistic style with handheld, newsreel camerawork really suits these actors and the story. Apparently this is a remake of an English film which is based on a play, and it definitely feels like a play. I'm fascinated by this little movie, it's basically an anti-war film about British soldiers in WWI produced in Germany in the early 30s… how did this even get made?? Messages about the horrors of war aside, the homoerotic undertones (overtones?) alone make this a truly unique piece of storytelling for the time and place it was filmed. And those under/overtones are treated pretty respectfully, none of these men are the butt of a joke, how they are with one another is handled with a naturalism that isn't really seen again until maybe the 1950s. And Connie. The range. Can we talk about Stanhope? He's a gruff, messy drunk, a traumatized, hollowed out husk of a man. When Osbourne says something like "you'll be alright when this is over," NO HE WOULDN'T, HE'D BE WORSE. His relationship with Raleigh is interesting too, clearly they were more than casual friends. I didn't believe for a second that the tension between Stanhope and Raleigh was about the sister/fiancée, it's weak, weak I tell you. It's one of Connie's most underrated performances.

Die andere Seite, 1931

Dir. Heinz Paul

⭐3.75/5

Watched Apr 27, Snowgrouse's masterpost

Everyone in this movie looks like a Rankin Bass stop motion character. The ending was abrupt as fuck, Werner Krauss' Jack the Ripper got a lot less screen time and I wonder if they just tacked that onto the end after they realized they spent too much time on Emil Jannings' and Connie's characters. There's a lot of fondling going on in this movie, there's the guy with the bread in the first part, then Connie going all glassy-eyed caressing his globes. Ivan the Terrible is a certified DIVA in that diaphanous, white robe, even with the hard middle part and scraggly beard. What is he doing with his tongue the whole time, though?? Love that he crashes some random girl's wedding, lets her father get murdered by assassins, kidnaps her AND her husband, and brings them both home to his sex dungeon. Connie is doing the most -- the eyes, the gestures, all the greatest hits from his silent film acting tool box, he's whipping them out for this role.

Das Wachsfigurenkabinett (Waxworks), 1924

Dir. Paul Leni, Leo Birinski

⭐2/5

Watched May 29, Archive.org

I didn't like this movie, I just wanted an excuse to post this screenshot. But it actually is a very silly little movie, with what must have been an enormous budget for costumes and sets, and it has some cute physical comedy. Sadly, Connie's in too little of the film to save it from being obnoxious. I did like the Czar's body double who just wanted to work on his needlepoint, and the Court Spanker who was clearly really into his job. And of course Metternich, that sly dog, that velvet-clad scamp. Between the all the foxy, gap-toothed grinning he does and the way he's going to town on that dialogue, he is as always a pleasure to watch. The English version is on Youtube somewhere, so I may go through that and pick out the time stamps for Connie's scenes because I don't think I could sit through this whole movie again, especially not that stupid fucking "Wien und der Wein" song, jesus christ.

Der Kongress tanzt, 1931

Dir. Erik Charell

⭐2/5

Watched Jun 23, Snowgrouse's masterpost

Apparently this movie was considered a flop, and Connie wasn't super happy with this role and others around this time. I think I must have had that info in the back of my mind somewhere going into this movie, because my expectations were pretty low. So, as usual, I actually wound up liking it more than I thought I would. It's a lot sillier than it has any right to be, but yeah it's ultimately a piece of fluff compared to some of the other heavy-hitting films on this list. I love when Connie has a comedic foil like the Marius character, but it could have been a lot better if the dialogue was snappier and the timing tighter. And Connie's character promises to be this bad bitch at the top of the movie, but all we get is one quick, poorly choreographed sword fight and a whole bunch of nothing after that. There's all this build up, I mean, the character is nicknamed The Black Death, and the movie never really lets the character live up to the name. It's a missed opportunity for sure. That said, the Puffy Shirt with the open collar "ensconced in velvet" (to risk yet more Seinfeld references), jaunty hat, knee-high boots with spurs look is really doing it for me. And THERE ARE PUPPIES. Perhaps the most delightful thing that has ever happened in cinematic history. I couldn’t believe it. Connie picked up the first puppy and said, "You big boy, you!" and I hate him, like full Madeline Kahn Mrs. White "flames… on the side of my face." I hate him so much.

Under the Red Robe, 1937

Dir. Victor Seastrom

⭐2.5/5

Watched Jul 17, Youtube

#my writing #conrad veidt #i was a spy #rasputin dämon der frauen #die andere seite #waxworks #der kongress tanzt #under the red robe

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lunchboxpoems · 2 years ago

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from POEMS FROM AN EMAIL EXCHANGE

Re: Your Submission 11:38pm

to Editor

Respectfully,

Midnight is closing in / isn’t it funny / how only the darkness / is a thing that people say closes in / I come from a state / where there is grass everywhere / it grows out of the walls / it grows out of our hands / it spills from our mouths / any time we speak / I mean to say / that I am actually the garden you are looking for / I mean to say / that I have awaken in the brunch hours / and refused to eat / I am a man of boundaries / there is an hour for pancakes / there is an hour for pizza / in between / there is only hunger / and now we return / to the animal / my friend had an iguana / that would rest on his stomach as he slept / every night / for the sake of warmth / but never for the sake of love / I have had my face pulled away from this closing darkness / and into the light of a computer screen / once again / but this is also not love / I do not confuse necessity for love / I do not confuse hunger / with the need to fill myself / with anything that will have me / I am sorry about Brooklyn / I am sorry about everywhere that is not what it was once / isn’t that so American / I am so sorry about what all of this / has done to your heart.

HANIF ABURRAQIB

#hanif abdurraqib #poem #poetry

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loverofstufflof · 1 year ago

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Airing out my LMK trailer/S5 thoughts cause u gotta do this somehow

Most glaring, animation. It’s not bad, by any means. I’d certainly be proud of myself if I were able to come up with it.

However, I think it’s important to consider the context of the show’s style, and how it’s been improving significantly over instalments. Also, it’s Flying Bark. Flying Bark is just gonna make banger animation.

Am I a bit disappointed when comparing it to Emperor’s Wrath? Yeah. Especially when we’ve been waiting a full year for this—twice as long as usual.

But I’m not saying I won’t be watching the show because of it. I still love this story. Fuck, my favourite series is Epithet Erased. The show that’s best described as JPEGs wiggling around your screen for 2 hours. I can handle less than expected animation if it’s made up for by good writing.

I’ve been seeing a lot of people attacking invisible fans that claim they’re going to boycott the show because of this. Respectfully, source? The most aggressive criticism I’ve seen is “man that’s disappointing ig, still excited tho”. Who are you guys even fighting lmao. (Unless this is something happening on other platforms and you’re just venting on here which, valid)

Nevertheless, as I’ve said before, it’s not bad animation, just not up to the standard we’re used to. People are allowed to be disappointed. Let them be. This show isn’t flawless.

It’s looking to be real, all things considered. We’ve never gotten a fan leak this elaborate before, and it contains a lot of elements that were just recently revealed. Unless they’ve been getting announcements much earlier than we have (considering this fanbase’s sleuth skills, I’d doubt it) then there’s no other explanation other than it being official.

Official, however, doesn’t mean it’s guaranteed to look that way the whole time. The animation is being done by another studio, yes, but only partially. Flying Bark is still here for the fun. This other studio also isn’t incompetent, they’re behind things like Carmen Sandiego. They know what they’re doing.

They’re also primarily handling additional material, means promotions, meaning trailers. Listen, it’s a bit of a stretch considering the fact that all trailers so far have been taken directly from the show, but also it’s industry standard to make a trailer before you’re even done, meaning you gotta cut some corners for the scenes you’re showing until you polish them up in post.

We know LEGO has a habit of keeping LMK things in their vault until they need to, this may be something they had lying around from early prod and released to maintain hype.

Any which way, this development is very much temporary, only applying because the team is currently working on a movie and need to momentarily lessen their workload. Even if the odds are against us and S5 looks like a PowerPoint presentation, it’ll likely go back to normal later.

Biiig animation rant aside, I am a tad bit sad about the direction the story is going in (namely the abandonment of Red Son) and the fan service is a bit much, but honestly what else are we expecting from JTTW fanfic.

I’m stoked to see more Macaque though—he’s looking to be becoming a proper protagonist, which is great for angst! Yippee!

One thing I haven’t seen anyone talk about is the complete lack of Nüwa. You know, the character they’ve been teasing this whole time? Where is she? Not in the trailer. Not in the posters.

Makes me wondering if this is a part of the new season, teasing the next one, the one Nüwa’s in, later.

#not rereading this for grammar or whatever my phones about to die and I need to post this #get my thoughts out somehow #WAAAA #hope I come across as nonconfrontational here I genuinely just wanna talk #monkie kid #lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk s5 #post!

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pomefioredove · 1 year ago

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Omg I will talk about this for hours then

Vil and Malleus feuding over yuu>>>

Vil begins to seethe on the daily as you slowly spend more and more time with your bestfriend (who definitely does not want to stay bestfriends) Malleus

Vil's not a freak, he's not going to stalk the two of you on your hang outs like a crazy person. (He has class)

But during your hang outs Malleus begins to notice lipstick smudged across your face. It's usually very inconspicuous, (and very obviously not yours) most wouldn't notice, but Malleus does. (Cause he's staring at you 24/7 365) So he offers you a tissue, or opts to rub it off himself with a gloved hand.

Oh and Vil is ever so pleased when you're cuddling against each other and you mention how Malleus is so kind as to save you from the embarrassment of being covered in someone else's makeup .

So pleased in fact that there's even more noticeable smudges the next time you and Malleus hang out <3

My brain is rotted with these thoughts I apologize😔🖤

DON'T APOLOGIZE I AM LOOKING. THINKING RESPECTFULLY

sorry malleus I don't think you're winning this one. wiping another man's lipstick off of your crushes mouth is next level pathetic unfortunately. (rook would be seething with jealousy if he knew)

SPEAKING OF WHICH I think everyone's immediate instinct would be "oh vil would just send rook to spy on you" WRONG vil in a trillion years would not let rook anywhere near his insecurities. man has it hard enough as it is with rook pointing out every time he gains 0.2 pounds

and vil is too busy obsessing over ways to remind malleus (in a classy but obvious manner) that yuu is his. day 3 of this and yuu is walking around ramshackle with a bunch of cartoonishly obvious kisses all over their neck and face

(day 4 sebek hunts yuu down like a wild animal to chew them out for insulting his liege like that and lilia and silver have to drag him away)

#*ੈ✩‧₊˚asks!

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Hi, I was wondering if you knew when Vessel started 'dancing' on stage? I'm pretty sure he started doing in in the late Sundowning-ish era/ TPWBYT era but I thought you'd probably be the best person to ask about finding videos from when he started dancing.

Oooh this is an interesting rabbit hole, thanks for asking Anon 🖤

So... I guess it depends on what you mean by dancing, because Vessel has always sort of moved on stage, you know? But what he did back then and what he's doing now is completely different. Like... maybe a better word for what he used to do is "writhing." The earliest video of a ritual I've seen of Sleep Token's was their third ritual in (what I'm assuming is) late 2017, and "writhing" is probably the best word for what Vessel was doing on stage (and I say that affectionately/respectfully).

TLDR; Conclusively I would say Vessel started dancing, as we see him dance on stage today, in the summer of 2022. He's always moved on stage, and even acted unhinged during Sleep Token's earlier rituals. Below the cut, I go through rituals on YouTube from 2018-2023 to try and pinpoint exactly when Vessel started dancing like we see currently in 2023. (I went through quite a few videos, most not even mentioned in this monster of a post, so I made a YouTube playlist here).

A great example of Vessel's early "writhing" dancing is this YouTube video of Nazareth from the 2018 Leeds Festival (he's also an absolute menace here!! He steps on III, he didn't paint his waist or his back, and he strangles and spits on the original OG IV. Like... the man had demons and I am here for them). The dancing that's most similar to current times starts around 2:37 and 3:40.

2019 is impossible to find good videos for lol, since they did most of their rituals for the Beautiful Oblivion tour as an opener and, apparently, nobody films openers. But there are some with decent audio quality from ArcTanGent (my favorite being The Offering). Interestingly, he's less animated, still writhing, but not a menace to the rest of the band while doing so. If anyone is even slightly photosensitive please don't watch these ArcTanGent videos, the lighting effects really didn't agree with the camera's shutter speed.

This is a video of Higher from December 2019. The sound is not as crisp, and the videographer is quite a bit further from the stage, but Vessel is still moving, especially towards the end. The breakdown starts around 2:15, and while III and OG IV are definitely more animated than Vessel, he's still dancing with them. He even jumps down to scream the end of the song at the barrier (and has a mini-wardrobe malfunction) at 2:39. That crowd was really feeling it and so was Vessel.

Because of the plague in 2020, all of Sleep Token's shows were in January. Vessel's behaviour was very similar to the video posted above (just with less crowd interaction). The first show they played in 2021 was the Download Pilot. This is the best audio quality of that show, and Vessel also moves/dances the most in this video, though it's toward the end around 2:31, where the videographer forgot they were filming and just started vibing, so it's really hard to see, lol. I don't blame them, but it's also shakycam to the max. (Also, a quick fun fact, this is the first show the band played with our current IV as far as I can tell.)

This is another video from 2021, but from Sleep Token's TPWBYT rituals tour. It's Hypnosis, and in the very beginning, we see some Floor Vessel, which is neat and reminiscent of the most recent NA rituals, before he does some of his usual writing, though quite a bit more animated. Around 4:06 you can see the writing again, but after 4:19 it morphs into what we've seen from more recent rituals. (Also, if anyone wants a full 70-minute video of this show, filmed from the center of the balcony looking down on the stage, you can watch it here. Some parts have major flashing, so just be careful).

Here's another video of Hypnosis, this time from September 2022. Here, finally, we see Vessel's current version of dancing, hops and arm flails included. It starts right when the song kicks in at 0:13, and he does it again at the end, around 4:29. Technically they did a UK tour with the Architects in May (see this video of The Offering at 3:50) and an Australian tour in June 2022 with Northlane (again, see this video of The Offering at 0:20, 1:37), with similar behaviour from Vessel, but that BRRF Hypnosis video is the first video I ever watched of Sleep Token live so it's very dear to me and it's also better sound quality than anything I could find from earlier in the year.

I went way overboard with answering this question, Anon, but it was super fun, so thank you again for asking 🖤🙏 Again, I made a playlist of all the videos + several others. If anyone has any recommendations for me to add to the playlist, send the links my way (especially if they aren't The Offering or Hypnosis lol) and I'll add them in chronological order.

#asks #answered #sleep token #vessel sleep token #vessel #sleepanon rant #i blew this ask way out of proportion #so sorry anon #if i had the ability to gif this would be a much better post lol #also would anyone be interested in that video of ritual iii?#it's literally a minute long screen recording of someone else's video of nazareth #but still interesting to watch

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I was introduced to Berserk by a guy/(boy) I was involved with last year. He - attempting to grow his manga collection last summer - regretfully, turned out to be complete scum. How telling that he ended up becoming bored with the story after the Golden Age. After reading Berserk myself…what a red flag lol. ANYWAY - at least for me, a straight woman - Guts is the quintessential, most perfect and exemplary man written for the “female gaze”. His general disposition, unwavering love for Casca, fiercely masculine nature (both protective and healthy) and tenacity are exquisitely woven together. This behavior extends beyond Cacsa too - in due respect to Farese, Schierke, Flora, Danaan…even just in modeling proper masculinity to Isidro.

I officially committed to Berserk in June. (Context: The beginning of 2022 was the first time I began seriously exploring anime in general, and since have started reading manga.) But I ,as a woman who has always loved any escapist story with depth, have never come across a character like Guts - aside from one other male character. Prior to discovery of Berserk, Jamie Fraser from Outlander was the exemplar of perfection in this category. However, upon diving into this manga - albeit a series whose readership is mostly comprised of by men - Guts is superior above all men I have come across in literature.

Additionally, I will add that the men in this fandom (with exception to the bad apple I mentioned) who vocally idolize Guts, as well as ALSO consider Berserk a love story - give me hope that good men do exist. Thank you, Kentaro Miura.

I posted this on Reddit and got backlash, I did not write this to say he is the most perfect character….I am saying he is perfectly written FOR THE FEMALE GAZE. Please look up the ‘female gaze’ because there have been a few useless comments by people who missed the point of what I said. Even more confusing are the comments by some people who completely missed the point of the entire story Miura wrote too???????

Feminists love to bring up how he choked Casca. Respectfully, here are my thoughts.

First, he literally choked her during Golden Age. Casca’s resolution and grace towards that assault is universally praised and yet people talk about her acceptance of him/his trauma as if it would be an isolated incident???????

Second, the beast of darkness emerging in that moment in the later arc is to serve for Guts to realize, and be horrified/fearful of the evil within him. Casca is the most precious thing to him - so for him to assault her in that moment is (in my view) a device to establish how serious the darkness in him is.

There are two reasons I hate when this is brought up to me. As a woman, if I raise concern about it regardless of context and ignore the numerous merits Guts has - it’d be written off that I don’t understand his depth of character. On the opposite side - if I don’t bring it up, or even better, others think they need to remind me….then I’m something of an SA apologist if I lack concern. It that suggests that women can’t and/or choose not to recognize complex male characters. Something of a catch 22

Genuinely, I wasn't sure whether to answer this. I don't really understand what it is about me or any G/G type person that inspires Gutsca fans/Casca fans to write us these long lectures about opinions you must know we're not going to agree with, and I'm not sure I want to encourage that. And also because any argument that Guts sexually assaulting Casca just proves how important she is to him makes me want to die, and I do find the refernece to "feminists" to be a little strange.

That said, I guess I do want to address this attempt to counter the idea that Guts trying to kill and rape Casca is perhaps bad for their relationship.

First of all, there is a difference between the strangling in the meadow scene during the Golden Age and the one where he's trying to kill her after having a chat with the Beast over the campfire. Specifically, the Golden Age incident was a ptsd/trauma flashback that involved him lashing out at a hallucination that brought out his rape trauma, whereas the second incident is him literally trying to kill her because he's frustrated that she holds him back from chasing Griffith.

This is literally what is happening. It's enabled by the possession, yes, but Guts himself acknowledges that the feelings/impulses come from within himself. They are motivated by his exhaustion, his frustration, the fact that while he cares about her, he also resents her because he'd rather go chase Griffith around like he had been doing before Conviction.

This is not a PTSD flashback that she gets caught in, it's him venting his anger at her. That doesn't mean he doesn't care about her or that he actually wants her dead, but it is an impulse that exists inside him, and he's struggling to contain it under the circumstances.

Second, the sexual assault is again literally and explicitly him reenacting the Eclipse rape in an attempt to get closer to/more enmeshed with Griffith like the words are right there on the page, that's what he's doing.

Which brings me to the two-pointed root of this disagreement:

Casca isn't the most precious thing to him, Griffith is. I'm sorry, this comes up a lot. The Beast of Darkness tells him that he's carrying her around just so he won't heal and be forced to move on from Griffith. It also lumps her in with the rest of his current companions as fragile flames that he uses to sustain himself until he can chase Griffith, "the true light that burns (him)." The Beast is, let's remember, just Guts' subconscious/dark side. It's not some outside entity trying to lead him astray, it's the dark feelings he tries not to acknowledge. It also comes up in interviews, e.g. Miura stating directly that Griffith is the one that gives Guts his motivation to live. When she runs off alone, Guts' first instinct isn't even to go look for her - he only decides to do that after sitting in the dark moping about the Hawks, and he directly refers to her as abandoning the Band of the Hawk itself. In fact, every time he commits to staying with her and protecting her, it's directly in the wake of him being reminded/reminding himself that when he abandoned Griffith and the Hawks it resulted in him losing everything he cared about without even realizing it. And even then, the entire time he kept promising himself that he wouldn't abandon her, he also kept vacillating - should he find her a safe place and leave her there and go back to what he was doing, or should he try to make himself stay? When Griffith takes off with her, he literally doesn't think about her even once. And to be clear, I do think if Miura hadn't passed away he would have shown more concern about her. But that doesn't change the fact that when Miura relayed what was most important about this situation to Mori (who said he wouldn't make up or flesh out anything but would just put down what Miura told him), apparently what he said was something to the effect of "Griffith kidnaps Casca, Guts has a meltdown about being unable to hit Griffith." All the people saying he's melting down because he couldn't save Casca are living on Cope, I'm sorry there's no other way to put it. He's melting down because after all his years of growing stronger and obsessing over getting to Griffith when he finally got there he was completely powerless to do what he intended to do, which was fight Griffith on something like equal footing. While yes, this ended up resulting in his being unable to save Casca, it's just extremely evident from reading the book that what he's most bothered by is his inability to land a single hit on the man who he has, in a lot of ways, lived solely to try and catch up to ever since Promrose. Thus the callback to the first duel, when Griffith overwhelmed him, and he became "Griffith's." Which brings me to

Casca's importance to Guts is very complicated, and I'm not here to say he doesn't care about her or love her as a person or that he didn't have legitimate romantic feelings for her, or that he isn't motivated in large part by his self-imposed duty to protect her. But I *am* here to say a lot of what motivates him is that Casca is his path to redemption. Casca may be the woman he had intended to be with, but what she is more than anything else, is the embodiment of the Band of the Hawk - he literally refers to abandoning her in the cave as abandoning the Band of the Hawk itself, and the idea that she has come to represent the lost army is emphasized during the Eclipse itself when Judeau and Pippin declare that if she, their current leader, survives it means the Hawks are still alive in some form. With Guts, his decision to dedicate himself to protecting her is a direct result of his bad choices in the past: he abandoned Griffith, and it resulted in Griffith being imprisoned and broken, plus the Hawks being killed... and ultimately led to the Eclipse. He abandoned Casca and Rickert and Casca ended up running around loose without any protection (that he knew of). Hell even Godot died while Guts was off doing something else, and he didn't even bother to say goodbye. Guts' tendency to chase a goal at the expense of the people he cares about and how it results in him losing them before he understands what he's doing is a repeated theme in his character, and it ultimately resolves (for the most part) on the Hill of Swords when Griffith abandons him. This puts him on the receiving end of his own callousness for the first time - he realizes he hates it, and decides he has to change his approach. His decision to protect her, to dedicate himself to protecting her, is not a grand romantic gesture, though there is romance in it. It's his attempt to stop making the same mistake and make up for what he's done in the only way he can: by not letting it happen again.

#ask #anonymous #ariel talks about berserk #...this might be one of the people who sent me anti-griffith essays #not sure #but the spacing and writing style are very similar

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