#gt mars

[zak-sn33-bagels-ii]

Some lore (Phrozyr, Zero, Boss demon, Romeo, Mars, Lorren, Alleric, Ben, Cookie, Leon, Eks)

Phrozyr has a very "it's their fault for sticking their nose where it doesn't belong!" kind of attitude towards targets that makes her a very competent killer.

Over time though, targets become less and less sinister. When tasked to kill ben and cookie, she does so reluctantly, and when tasked to kill Leon and Eks, she outright refuses (this is different from her characterization in the past, as she used to find an indiscriminate thrill in killing, but i wanted to connect her more to her human past).

Boss demon purposely expanded what was considered disruptive spirit behavior over time to a degree that encapsulated a lot more innocent people. Phrozyr, and all the powered spirits, ultimately refused to adapt to this. In response, Boss demon increased Zero's authority (using the demon council behind the scenes), and started assigning more targets solely for the purpose of collecting spirits to replenish Zero's power.

Whereas the powered spirits had somewhat agreed to their roles in the beginning, they were now completely restrained to their positions (and threatened with demon power when they stepped out of line).

This is also why it's alarming when Romeo discovers the other powered spirits (Mars, Lorren, Alleric), as he fears that they are going to replace them.

[gt-abby]

Guys I did the thing

Dangling 2

[tthevoic3s]

From Blood Births Life and Death - Chapter 14

Hangman or Hanged Man?

CW: mentions of death/execution + abundance of curse language. lol.

Word count: 2,545

MASTERPOST

If there’d been a way thanks to which Sadie Howard could have physically untangled the figurative, yet unbearing knot that lingered in her throat since that day–because of him—she would have, in fact, fucking ignored it.

We could say that Sadie was in fact putting the best of her efforts into making said knot tighter and tighter, like an executioner knotting the rope around his soon to be executed’s neck.

Except, in her mind, Sadie was either both the hangman, and the hanged man, or none of them at all, but a secret third thing.—indecipherable even to her. Only one thing seemed to make a light of clarity flicker in the young woman’s mind: it was only a matter of time until that knot would have strangled her to death.

And it had been a month. A full, entire month of feeling like she was constantly about to die, even if no real threat showed up concretely. Except for one thing, obviously.

The only very thing—or rather, person—that made her feel truly vulnerable. Feeling vulnerable.

It wasn’t the ideal situation for a highly ranked soldier—or, rather, a highly ranked soldier whose energy was drained out by the desperate attempt to hide the gnawing obsession towards her target. It was clear that he struck something in her, even if Sadie didn’t quite understand what, or most of all, why. And even tho, she accepted—no, proposed by herself—that mission, that idea. Collecting the “useful information” she loyally promised to Higgs was only a cover. A poorly pretended alibi.

All she wanted to do was watch him to satiate that unsettling fascination. The very feeling she despised, and that disgusted her to the core, but at the same time drew her closer and closer to him.

And the worst part? She arrived at the conclusion she couldn’t even blame him anymore. Well, at least not entirely.

Sure, the only thought of him, of his green eyes, of how he looked at her, of his goddamn name, still made her stomach churn with nausea and her mind go blank. But it was her who was actually letting him do that to her. It was Sadie herself who stalked him, was utterly obsessed with everything he did and, fuck, she didn’t even know why.

Was this the beginning of the discovery of a deep rooted masochism in her mind, or just something else she couldn’t understand? Something she tried to deny?

Whatever it was, whatever he represented, was gnawing at her since the night of her failure and in all honesty, Sadie didn’t find solving it worth the effort. It was even oddly entertaining.

For one time in 23 years of her perfect life, she could have listened to her gut feeling instead of the usual righteousness and so-called rationality. Higgs had always induced those virtues in her when it mattered, so she didn’t really care about respecting them when her mentor wasn’t concerned.

Was it an effective way for Sadie to be at peace with her doubts about him and about herself? Absolutely not. Not even close. Though, it was the vulnerability itself that made her feel free, somehow.

She couldn’t solve the puzzle, so she just accommodated whatever her mind was trying to cook in those moments. Just sit, wait, and eventually stalk.

And this was all the mental process Sadie had to witness every single darn time she crossed the barrier of the military district and started walking to her quarters after one of her “missions”.

The corridor stretched before her, a monotonous tunnel that she had walked now countless times. In fact, she could navigate the corridors of the district with her eyes closed by now, as she had been spending her life there for nine whole years.

As the heavy doors hissed shut behind her, Sadie reached up to remove her helmet. She peeled off the tight ski mask beneath it, the fabric damp with sweat, and took a deep breath.

Okay, Sadie. Another mission nailed, and the month is almost over.

She had the information Higgs wanted, even if the process behind its collection wasn’t exactly crystal clear.

The dorms were in the eastern wing, just past the interrogation and report meeting rooms, sealed off behind heavy, reinforced doors. Though, their soundproofing wasn’t perfect, and faint murmurs of voices occasionally leaked through. She often caught snippets of sentences, but never stopped to listen. Sadie wasn’t interested in whatever drama unfolding behind those doors. Everything she needed to know would eventually come to her, likely in the form of a dry debrief from Higgs. He took care of whatever concerned her, as always.

That night started with being no different, except for one crucial detail.

“How the fuck should I be able to help you if I’m locked in here?!”

The soldier stopped in her tracks, halting as her attention was instantly caught by that shout. A high-pitched, kind of annoying, almost childish shout. The same kind of shout she had been hurled at some weeks before.

Maya Strauss.

Sadie regained her composure, slowly pacing towards the room the voice was coming from. She knelt next to the door, and this time, she tried to eavesdrop as much as possible. If Maya was involved in something — and something, if concerning Maya, meant trouble — Sadie needed to know. Especially if, by any chance, could be related to her target.

The target she had a totally normal and detached approach to. Sure. Him.

She tried to even out and make even her breathing quiet, trying to absorb as much information as possible.

A loud slam echoed in the small interrogation room, Maya’s fist hitting the wall out of pure rage. She had been running that useless conversation with Mars for an hour now, and anything of what the soldier was telling her seemed to make sense.

“I thought I was clear when I said you shouldn’t have drawn any attention!” Mars retorted, his voice rising clearly as a sign of irritation.

“You still don’t understand, do you?,” Maya interjected, and turned towards him, leaning on the table. She rested her elbows on the cold metal surface and rubbed her face with both hands, her ginger bangs getting even messier. “You’re in the best research group Higgs has. What are you gonna do if that motherfucker gets to know you’re actually trying to sabotage his darn missions?!”

“Lower your voice! Do you want the whole district to mind our business, perhaps?”

“If you would only listen to me!” She barked, her hands flailing towards the ceiling in desperation. “Friedrich Strauss was MY father, and as her daughter, I am saying,” she took a deep breath, her expression turning uncharacteristically serious, “your plan is absolute dogshit. You’re gonna get fucked by Higgs in no time.”

Mars stayed silent this time, crossing his arms and looking at her through his glasses.

“Trust me. You can’t sneak into the village so frequently. What’s the problem with what I’ve proposed? It’s smarter!”

Mars shook his head, a sigh escaping his lips as he stood and started pacing in circles in the small room.

“That’s risky. Insane. You’re seriously counting on a native you met one time to help you with a problem of this caliber?,” he asked, now facing her. “Maya, please. Are you crazy?”

-

Sadie’s heart leaped in her chest at the sentence, her interest now evidently piqued. She knew Maya had something to do with him, and was planning something.

Bet she couldn’t sit still in jail. What a motherfucker. She could have imagined it.

But, what the hell was she planning? She needed to hear more.

She crouched lower, tilting her head to get her ear the closest to the door as possible as the conversation continued to spill from the room.

-

“Exactly!”

Mars raised an eyebrow in suspicion.

What? Exactly you’re crazy, or exactly you want to ask him for help?

He did a mental facepalm, regretting his decision to involve that red haired menace in his plan with every single cell of his body.

Welp, too late now. I rather hear her out — he thought, a resigned sigh escaping his lips — The worst that could happen would be my public execution, knowing Higgs’ characteristic mercy.

“Hear me out,” Maya began again, her arm rising pointing at the soldier in front of her, an almost mischievous glint in her eyes.

“If I convince Andrew to help me again, and trust me, he will, I can do all the research stuff in the village without you having to sabotage the missions! And,” she added, “He can literally tell me more useful information than the ones you and your squad can collect, given that stupid non-interaction rule. Come on, Erickson, that’s genius.”

Mars’ lips pressed into a thin line, his amber eyes narrowing. She had, indeed, a point. But still, nothing could deny the fact that it was insanely risky.

Not agreeing with Higgs’ dehumanising propaganda was one thing, but blindly trusting a native like that, directly revealing the presence of the colonies and involving him into human business, was straight up reckless.

Yeah, no shit. It was Maya proposing it.

Mental facepalm part two. Mars ran a hand through his curly hair, and started pacing around the room again, the same hand moving to rub his chin.

“You know my father would have done the same.”

Here she goes. Maya had her way to convince people, and the mention of his old mentor struck a chord inside the soldier’s mind. He’d give her that.

“Isn’t that what he tried to teach us? Trust? Collaboration between kinds?” The girl continued, relentlessly, trying to pry an opening through the soldier’s doubting demeanour. Her dark eyes were wide and she gestured animatedly as she continued her speech.

Okay, fuck it. My head will be served on a plate for allowing this. At least, if the afterlife really exists, General Strauss would be proud of me. And his daughter.

“Fine,” he scoffed. “We’ll find a way to get you out of here non suspiciously. But,” he interrupted, glaring at her while pointing directly at her face, “if you get killed, don’t blame me.” And please don’t come haunting me as a ghost - he would have added, still thinking about the afterlife thing.

Maya cheered, a defiant grin enlightening her face as she looked at Mars and mock saluted him. “Won’t disappoint you, Captain.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” He shrugged, pulling off his glasses and rubbing the lenses against his jacket sleeve to clean them. “It’s always me who risks his life. A classic.” He muttered under clenched teeth.

“Now let’s get you back to the cell before someone starts snooping. Recess is over.”

Little did he know, someone was actually snooping. And, who better than Sadie Fucking Howard? Higgs’ little lapdog?

They were so fucked. Or, rather, they would have been so fucked if she wasn’t experiencing existential doubts in that specific moment. Goddamn lucky motherfuckers.

Now, in light of this very fact, what was Sadie thinking? Well, thinking is a bit of an euphemism. Let’s say her brain cells started working nonstop until they reached autodestruction. She stood, sitting on her heels, her back still against the cold wall of the corridor.

She almost couldn't believe what she had just heard. She just witnessed the Captain of the best Research Squad conspiring against General Higgs together with Maya Strauss, the daughter of Fucking Ex-General Friedrich Strauss?

The audacity of it?

Hold up, Sadie, take a deep breath. No time for inconsiderate actions. Think.

There were two choices. Two paths stretched in front of her.

Number one. Clear and logical. Tell everything to Scott. Get rid of Mars Erickson. Get a promotion and join the Elite Squad.

The general would have dismantled whatever plan of rebellion they were planning. And her? She would have been the hero.

It was the safe choice, the one that practically guaranteed success. Even more success. Maybe, just maybe, even enough to finally obscure her failure from her mind and bring her back into the right way.

But the second option…Keep her mouth shut. Sealed, even. Say nothing. Pretend she hadn’t seen or heard a thing.

And why on earth would she even consider that?

The choice would have been obvious and easy… if only Maya didn’t mention him being involved.

She slammed her hand against the wall, groaning as the dull ache spread through her limb.

If she told Higgs, Mars would have not been the only one being executed. It was painfully obvious. Scott’s idea of getting rid of “the problem” would have simply concretised in the same moment their plan was dismantled, and Sadie couldn’t bring herself to accept it.

There was an unconscious part of her that really couldn’t even think of choosing it.

What about my stalking hobby? I just started enjoying it! I can’t let him be cancelled from Earth like a simple liability. - probably what such part shouted while Sadie was busy pondering her choices. There was no space for rationality, evidently.

Jokes aside, Sadie really felt that her obsession with Andrew was probably the only thing that thrilled her, made her feel alive. If she kept her mouth shut, and chose to observe the whole secret rebellion thing by herself, she could have satiated such gnawing obsession even more.

Why was he like that? Why? Endearing in a way that disgusted her, intriguing in a way that haunted her.

She clenched her teeth, her jaw aching with the pressure. Why him? Why did he have to ruin every chance she had at real success?

Her hands closed into fists. If Higgs ever found out, she would be just as damned as the traitors themselves. If Higgs discovered, she would’ve been fucked. Her career would have been fucked, crumbled into dust.

But, let’s say — she thought, trying to distract herself from the possibility of another failure — Higgs didn’t know. Or at least didn’t know she was involved. The mere fact she heard the conversation was prime quality blackmail material. Over Erickson, over Maya. But, most of all, it was a golden ticket for the fulfilment of her obsession.

She could have gained complete control over the situation, and, in a certain sense, over him.

Again, she found herself in front of that awful crossroad that divided her mind.

Was she going to be the executioner or the executed?

Whatever choice she made, whatever path she chose, she would have still been both the hanged and the hangman at the same time.

It all depended on how she handled her choice. And the second path, despite being the most hazardous, was the most inviting. It was reckless, unhealthy, and downright insane, but stalking him had turned into her guilty pleasure. It gave her purpose in a way nothing else did.

She took a deep breath, leaning the back of her head against the wall. The answer was clear now. It had been clear the moment she overheard that damn conversation. She knew she couldn’t oppose it, so she was going to take the risk. She was going to dive directly into the fire, hoping not to get burnt.

“Goddammit, Sadie,” she muttered under her breath. “You’re absolutely out of your mind. But guess what? You’re still doing this.”

[lemongogo]

u guys we have got 2 brjng kny back . j know i never paid attentjon to season 3 when it aired but i didnt mean it ok i was just joking arnd okay

[deimosphilic]

1 - SAVED ME | NEYTIRI TE TSKAHA MO’AT’ITE

summary : they finally arrived back from the reefs, but not all of them made it back.

pairing : widowed!neytiri x fem!omatikaya!reader

warnings : homosexuals, no jake (sorry jake meatriders xx), angst, mentions of death, homosexuals with children

authors note : FOR THE FELLOW GAYS OUT THERE! LUV YALL !no use of y/n!

word count : 354

request : yes | no

masterlist | series masterlist

"they have returned!" you heard the tsahìk, mo'at, announce from outside of your tent, and you made your way out immediately. neytiri was your closest friend, and you had waited anxiously for ten moons for her to return.

"NEYTIRI!" you called out, running to engulf her into a tight embrace, until you saw the look on her face. she looked numb, empty, almost as if she had lost a loved one. ironic isn't it?

you stopped running right in front of her, too scared to hug her. something had happened, you knew it, every single one of them had the same look on their faces, all except jake. because he wasn't there.

"where is jake?" you asked, eyeing the five of them. the silence they gave you as a response, and the way the muddy floor seemed to be the most interesting thing to them, gave you the only answer you needed. he is with eywa now.

"no." you shook your head in denial, "n- no." your voice cracked as tears began brimming in your eyes. as much as you hated the fact that a uniltìranyu had sneaked his way into your clan by calling himself a warrior, which he told you was a lie further along the line, he had grown to be, besides neytiri, your closest friend.

"i am sorry." you apologised for yourself, before taking your shaking self back to your tent. you hated crying in front of people, you hated showing that much vulnerability to someone you barley knew. of course you knew neytiri, and her children. you just didn't want to cry in front of the children, especially given their situation.

as soon as you entered, and closed the door to your tent, you broke down. knees buckling underneath you, sending you to the ground, as you wept, and wailed loudly, now realising that you would no longer see the man you once called a friend. you were too out of current reality to care about the other na'vi hearing you. they were probably feeling similar emotions to you, they had also lost a loved olo'hapxìtu, their former olo'eyktan.

TRANSLATIONS

uniltìranyu = dreamwalker

olo'hapxìtu = clan member

olo'eyktan = clan leader

[pocketdays]

Kadett, Abril 2023

[a-tiny-frog-girl]

Haven't been really active around here much, going through a whole bunch, but...

ARE YALL READY FOR ARTFIGHT???

[myauditionfordrphil]

DHONI OUT AT 0 😭😭😭😭

[supriyawithoutsu]

Naachna aata nahi lekin agar gt jeet gayi to pakka naachungi

[the-red-planet-mars]

I have decided to not sleep today

BRUH-

How you holding up now huh?

[gt-abby]

I saw this and just HAD to make my two precious OCs Mar and Jake!

sorry to just put this in ur inbox but i dont make my own posts 😭 i found an (unintentional) g/t picrew and want to share :] link wont send over anonymous asks so im putting spaces sorrie https ://picrew. me/en/ image_maker/2227788

WHEEE I LOVE PICREWS THANK YOU

this one is SO FUN (Essa and Heli on the left, Eon and Sighn on the right)

here’s the link if anyone else wants it!! feel free to share it on this post if u wanna :3

[gt-abby]

"you're so... big..."

tinies in hands>>>>>

(Based on this)

[tthevoic3s]

From Blood Births Life and Death - Chapter 12

A significant turn of events

Word count: 2,543

MASTERPOST

“One month.” Higgs declared. “I’m giving you one month to observe the target and make sure he’s not a threat.”

Junior nodded quickly, getting out and clasping her hands behind her back. The general turned his attention towards the other soldiers. “Junior won’t be working alone. I want the Research Department to support her mission, Erickson.”

One of the soldiers, a tall, blond haired man, straightened his posture and nodded in response.

Mars Erickson, the unit’s captain. “Yes, sir. My unit will undertake the assignment.”

Higgs gestured at the door to dismiss them.

As the chamber finally emptied, Higgs’ focus shifted. His eyes fell on Sadie, who had been standing silently at the far end of the table.

“One month, Junior.” he repeated.

“Yes, sir.”

As she turned towards the door to leave, she felt a strong hand clamp down on her shoulder, stopping her in her tracks.

Higgs leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a cold whisper.

“I am trusting your judgement,” he said, the sole sentence sending a chill down Sadie’s spine.

“Do not fail me. Understood?”

Sadie hesitated for a moment. She turned slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of her mother’s gaze fixed on her. There was no trace of softness in her expression, only a silent demand for excellence.

Failure was not an option this time.

“Yes, sir.” She repeated, her voice steadier this time, as her expression shifted into one of firm determination.

Higgs studied her for a moment longer, then nodded. “Good. Now go. Your mother and I have things to discuss.”

The grip on her shoulder disappeared, leaving behind a faint ache.

Scott concluded, his hand abandoning its firm grip on Sadie’s shoulder, letting her free to move again, but even if his hold on her shoulder disappeared, it still left a faint ache.

She turned around fully, gave a faint nod, and finally got out of the room, her boots clinking softly against the metal floor.

Back in the meeting room, Higgs turned his attention fully to Sadie’s mother.

“You raised her to be resilient,” Higgs remarked, folding his arms across his chest. “Let’s hope she lives up to your expectations, and mine.”

Laura tilted her head slightly, studying Scott for a moment before replying. “She’s my daughter,” she replied smoothly, “She won’t disappoint.”

Higgs chuckled, though there was no warmth in the sound. “For her sake, she’d better not.”

Outside, the corridor was dimly lit, the muted hum of the facility’s systems the only sound accompanying her. As she walked, her mind churned with thoughts—of the mission, of her mother’s scrutinizing gaze, and of Higgs’ cold words. He wasn’t someone who sugarcoated anything, for sure, but the way he talked to her this time… something was wrong. She felt like he already knew everything, and this was only a sadistic kind of game of his to test her loyalty.

She shook her head, to send away the thought. Scott Higgs was her mentor, the only possible reason he was so demanding was for his desire for her success. It had always been like that. Nine years of commitment and determination couldn’t be changed in a single meeting. And yet, there was something else lingering in her mind.

Why?

Why did she protect him?

“Sir, I don’t think that’s the best course of action.” The words slipped past her lips without any kind of control or rationality. She didn’t even think before speaking, she just spat that awful proposal out of instinct. She bit her lip in frustration as she made her way to her quarters, and still her mind couldn’t give her an answer.

Because of one reckless, not even conscious decision, a brief, impulsive moment of action,she was forced to face him again. And the worst part was that she had protected him. Even if unconsciously, she had chosen to save him. And now, she had to deal with the consequences of such a choice.

Her frown deepened, as well as her churning confusion. Having him dead, as Higgs clearly proposed, would have cleared the way for her. It would have eliminated her only distraction, the only thing that seemed like an obstacle to her success. And most importantly, it would have erased the single, glaring reminder that she could fail.

Andrew was the proof that she could fail.

She hated even the sound of his name in her head. Her fists clenched tightly, nails biting into her palms as her mind replayed the moments she wished she could forget.

She shot him, insulted him, and acted out of raw anger and terror. Yet, he still promised her to keep the secret. Her secret. Her failure.

That promise was worse than any retaliation she could have imagined. It was a tether, a connection she had no desire to maintain. But it wasn’t just the promise that haunted her. It was the way he had looked at her. She remembered it vividly. His gaze wasn’t filled with anger or hatred like she had expected. No, it was worse. It was calm. Piercing through the walls of ego and defiance she had built so carefully over the years, exposing cracks she didn’t know existed.

He seemed worried. Even pitiful.

Sadie scoffed, her fist pounding to the wall as to make the memory go away. She covered her mouth with her free hand, shutting her eyes.

Pity.

How dare he? she thought, her teeth clenched so tightly her jaw ached. How dare something so beneath me show me pity?

A pang of nausea hit her stomach at the thought. She never felt inferior to anyone. How was it possible that the first person to make her feel that way was someone who shouldn’t even be a person to her? She had even compromised with him.

Sadie punched her fist against the wall harder this time, the weight of humiliation burning in her chest.

Compromise.

She cursed at herself, her nails digging into her skin. How could she even think about compromising with one of them? She had lowered herself, offered him a deal, treated him as though he were her equal, or worse, as though she were at a disadvantage. He made her, figuratively and literally, feel truly small. How dare he?

She could feel the heat of regret and anger surge through her veins. Having him killed would have solved everything, and yet, here she was, not being able to erase the image of his eyes from her mind.

No matter how hard she tried, his gaze stayed with her, cutting deeper than any wound she had ever inflicted. There were no words to explain how much she hated him for it. She hated herself more.

—

The prison bed itself wasn’t so uncomfortable. Maya even managed to have a good rest, her body fully enveloped in the blood stained blankets. Higgs’ men didn’t even bother to check her wound before confining her in that cell. She was lost in whatever dreams she had in her mind when a strong metallic noise — the door prying open — startled her, jolting her awake from her slumber. She sat up rapidly, her reflexes quick as always, and covered herself more with the blankets. She hadn’t had a proper shower in days, her clothes were the same from the morning she got arrested, and despite being a reckless little goblin - as a lifestyle - she wanted to appear presentable to whoever was entering the room.

Her dark eyes narrowed as she recognised the figure emerging from the doorframe.

Mars Erickson? What the fuck is he doing here? He isn’t a guard, I’m pretty sure he’s in one of Higgs’ special squads, what the fuck does he-

Her flow of thoughts was interrupted by the soldier’s voice, who greeted her in an almost ironic way. “ ‘Morning, Strauss. Slept well?”

There was a faint smirk on his lips, his voice tinged with amusement, and it made Maya’s blood boil. He was one of her father’s best students, as far as she remembered, and the mere thought he could even think of siding with Higgs after everything Friedrich taught him, made her stomach churn with disdain.

She frowned, and ran a hand through her disheveled locks in an attempt to gain a decently serious look. “Damn fucking no,” she spat out, though she was half lying, “Quit the acting. Why are you here? What do you want to do? Interrogate me so you and that motherfucker can kill—“

Before she could finish her sentence, she noticed how Mars was not paying attention to her complaints, but was moving around the room before her cell with nonchalance. He stopped near the desk on which the computer was placed.

He bent to access the keyboard, and muttered something under his breath as he typed quickly. Maya stayed silent, observing him with sharp eyes, as the only sound in the room was the clicking of keys when the soldier’s fingers pressed them.

What the hell was he doing? Did he just…?

“Okay, now I think we can have some privacy.” He announced, tilting the chair and sitting down backwards, with his legs spread at the sides of the backrest.

“You’ve caused quite a scene, haven’t you?” He continued, his voice still tinged with that amusement that irritated Maya. “All your father. It’s almost touching, you know? But I’m not here for sentimental pep talks, I’m afraid.”

“Then spit it out,” Maya snarled again, “what the fuck do you want from me?”

He adjusted his glasses, sighed, and leaned forward, meeting her gaze. “Listen, Maya,” he began, his smirk fading away, replaced by a quiet seriousness in his tone. “What you did was heroic, sure, but straight up reckless. Sure, your father’s interest was something, but running away past curfew, stealing documents and interacting with a giant? You’re crazy.”

“And why do you even care?” She replied, facing away from him as she felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment and irritation.

“I care because with this whole ‘playing the rebel’ act you’re going to put someone in danger.”

Playing the rebel. At those words, Maya finally snapped. She believed in what she did, and it was not her fault she was constantly alone in it. Constantly alone in a whole community that either agreed with Higgs or didn’t care to stand out, out of fear or sheer ignorance.

“At least I have the balls to stand against that motherfucker.” She replied, her voice like venom. “Not like you and all your… crew, who betrayed my father and his ideals when he casually died, siding with Higgs.” She finally got up, her voice rising and rising, tossed the blanket away and kept shouting at him holding the bars of the cell door so tightly her knuckles turned white. “And you have the nerve to call my behaviour ‘playing the rebel’? Go fuck yourself.”

Mars’ eyes widened slightly as he witnessed her outburst, and he leaned back slightly on the chair as the young redhead turned away from him.

“Do you really think that someone as wise as your father, with such noble ideals, could be betrayed so easily?” He asked after a brief pause, his tone measured.

“What do you mean?” Maya turned back suddenly, her interest evidently piqued.

“I’m saying that you shouldn’t be messing around playing the rebel. I’m saying that someone like you should take part in a concrete action, a real rebellion.”

The soldiers’ words kept Maya stunned for a solid minute. She just stared at him, her hands trembling slightly at her sides.

“What… the fuck?”

“You’ve got the courage, you’ve got the knowledge, the guts, and as you said,” he smirked, “you’ve got the balls to stand up against Higgs’ ideals. But this doesn’t mean you should do it alone, and in such chaotic and attention seeking ways.”

Maya backed away, sitting cross legged on the bed as she listened to him attently. Her heart was racing, and she had difficulty understanding whatever he was planning, but the sole fact that Mars fucking Erickson, one of the highest ranked soldiers, was planning something against Higgs, was a good sign. More than a good sign.

“Now,” he continued. “I turned off the cameras and the microphone, nobody will know about this conversation. I’ll replace the records, no one will suspect a thing.”

He got up from the chair, and started pacing around the room, with Maya’s gaze never leaving him.

“We thought Higgs was simply willing to exploit the island, without meaning direct harm to its people, but turns out we were wrong.”

No shit Sherlock. That was clear, at least it had always been in Maya’s head. If Higgs could harm somebody of his kind, — and he did, more than once — harming someone who he barely considered as a person would not be a problem for him, in terms of morality. And the worst, yet most ironic part? All the fear inducing crap he put in his dehumanising propaganda suited him better than whatever giant he was trying to describe.

But, even if Maya had that idea, how far was Higgs willing to get? In the 5 years humans stayed on the island after her father’s death, it was not like Scott did much except research and exploitation aimed expeditions. Mars spoke again, as if he could reply to her thoughts.

“We’ve been studying the resources here for a long time, and Higgs has come to the conclusion that the local population is an obstacle. Not something new, but it’s clear that he wants to get rid of them. He needs only two things to wipe everyone out: approval and weapons.”

Maya gulped. Wipe them out? She thought he was violent, but planning a genocide? For resources? It was too far even for a man like Higgs.

“Well, from what I’ve heard, he got the approval. With all the propaganda he’s been spreading…” she said, gripping the blankets at the edge of her bed. “What about those weapons?”

“He had to talk with the higher ups. It took years to make them believe his lies after your father’s death, but I overheard he finally got those damn permits from the government.”

“How much time do we have?” She asked, her eyes darting to her feet as she dangled her legs off the edge of the bed. She felt a pang of anger inside, but also guilt. She couldn’t believe a human being, ever so immoral, could even think about such a monstrosity. A genocide.

“Nine months, more or less,” Mars replied. “But none of this information is sure. That’s why I’m saying this to you. You’ve got the spirit and the ability to help us, I knew your father. If we have a possibility to stop this madness, I don’t want your recklessness to fuck it up. If Higgs thinks there’s someone who wants to oppose him, his control will be even more strict. No more sneaking out, trying to break out of jail alone, or drawing unnecessary attention. Am I clear?”

Maya stared at him, her gaze firm and fixed on his face. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for her response. She hesitated for a moment, then let out a slight, humorless chuckle.

“Fuck yes, count me in.”

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Astrology Notes!💫💅🏾

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NATAL OBSERVATIONS

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Jupiter in 2nd,4th,10th - these people usually end up successful through finacial/career endevours as well as homes and physical property. usually comes into effect after your saturn returm

Aries Mars/Mars in 1st house - people with these placements express thier anger openly and loudly. Both my parents had Mars in Aries and it was a war zone when they were arguing.

Cancer Moons- This placement can create a very moody individual. While they are SUPER sweet and caring, they also have quick tempers when triggered

Aquarius Personal Planet Placements - I know aqua's get dragged for being emotionless BUT that is only on the outside! Internally, Aqua's feel EVERYTHING. They just have a very detached way of expressing thier emotions.

Grand Trines - Most people don't activily use thier GT to their benefit. Having 1 or more GT's can make the areas of your life that are connected in the GT TOO EASY. Almsot so easy that we forget to put in the extra work to get the best out of the aspect!

Chart Rulers - The rular of your chart can show how you are naturally suppose to navigate through life.

Ex: Ruler -Sun

You are meant to use your creative and expressive personality to navigate through life. When you do, you will stand out tramendously in the world and forward moving energy will be consistant.

South Node House Placement - The traits associated with the house your sn is in can show your secret traits from your past life that your can use sparingly in your current journey tword your North Node

EX: south node in 10th house/NN in 4th

You are blessed with so many benefical go getter career traits! You were the big boss in your past and shoud Incorporate these traits with your north node in the 4th house placement.

Feel like you don't have what it takes to run your own household?

Use your Multitasking, Athoritative and Business skills to care for your househouse

SYNASTRY OBSERVATIONS

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1. Sun-Sun Conjunction: Shared Identity

Observation: When one person's Sun is conjunct (in the same place as) the other person's Sun, they often share similar core identities and life goals.

Explanation: This aspect can create a strong sense of understanding and identification with each other. It’s like looking into a mirror; these individuals often feel a deep connection and mutual respect.

2. Moon-Moon Harmony: Emotional Understanding

Observation: Harmonious aspects (like trines or sextiles) between two people's Moons suggest a deep emotional understanding and comfort.

Explanation: Their emotional rhythms and needs align well, making it easier for them to empathize with and nurture each other. It's akin to speaking the same emotional language.

3. Venus-Mars Aspect: Attraction Dynamics

Observation: When someone’s Venus (planet of love) forms an aspect with another person's Mars (planet of desire), it indicates a strong physical and romantic attraction.

Explanation: This aspect can spark instant chemistry, creating a dynamic and exciting interaction. The Venus person is drawn to the Mars person’s assertiveness, while the Mars person appreciates the Venus person’s aesthetic and charm.

4. Mercury Conjunct Mercury: Intellectual Bond

Observation: A conjunction between two people's Mercuries suggests a meeting of the minds.

Explanation: This aspect fosters open communication, mutual understanding, and shared interests. It’s like being on the same wavelength intellectually, making conversations flow easily and enjoyably.

5. Moon Opposite Saturn: Emotional Responsibility

Observation: When one person's Moon opposes another's Saturn, it can indicate a relationship where emotional support meets responsibility and structure.

Explanation: The Moon person provides warmth and emotional understanding, while the Saturn person offers stability and teaches valuable life lessons. However, if not balanced, it could lead to feelings of coldness or emotional distance.

6. Sun Square Pluto: Transformative Challenges

Observation: A square between one person's Sun and another's Pluto often brings intense, transformative challenges to the relationship.

Explanation: This aspect can create power struggles or deep psychological confrontations. However, if navigated wisely, it can lead to profound personal growth and transformation for both individuals.

7. Jupiter Trine Venus: Shared Joy and Growth

Observation: A trine between one person’s Jupiter and another’s Venus indicates a joyful, growth-oriented relationship.

Explanation: There's an abundance of warmth, generosity, and shared values. This aspect enhances mutual appreciation and can bring luck and prosperity to the relationship.

8. Saturn Sextile Pluto: Building Together

Observation: When one person's Saturn forms a sextile with another's Pluto, it suggests the ability to build something enduring together.

Explanation: This aspect offers a blend of discipline (Saturn) and transformation (Pluto), enabling the couple to work through obstacles and effect substantial changes together. It’s about resilience and mutual empowerment.

9. Uranus Opposite Venus: Unpredictable Attractions

Observation: An opposition between one person's Uranus and another's Venus can create an unpredictable, electric attraction.

Explanation: This aspect can bring excitement and spontaneity but also instability to the relationship. The Uranus person shakes up the Venus person’s concept of love and beauty, while the Venus person may seek more stability and commitment.

10. Neptune Trine Mars: Inspired Actions

Observation: A trine between one person’s Neptune and another’s Mars indicates a relationship where dreams inspire action.

Explanation: The Mars person’s drive and ambition are creatively inspired by the Neptune person's ideals and imagination. Together, they can turn visions into reality, combining passion with compassion.

[soakedmilkgt]

shit doodles of what happened after

Tinies have a sleepover,

I was talking to @gt-abby about a girl's night with Emily, Mar and Diana and this Idea came to my head

[itiswormtimebaby]

Here’s what I’m thinking about: Crashing Mob boss!Ari’s car

Pairing: Mafia!Ari x Fem!Reader CW: references to oral (m receiving), deepthroating, choking, facial, anal, gun/gunshots (no one is injured), spanking, 18+

Ari, for being a multi-millionaire kingpin, always seems rather indifferent to money and materialism. Which, admittedly, is a luxury he is afforded for having so much of it.

That said, if he will splurge on anything (besides you), it’s the shiny toys that line his three story garage. He’s generous though, if you beg extra pretty on your knees he’ll let you borrow any of them that you like. Some cars take more convincing than others, such was the case for his newly acquired Ferrari 250 GT Berlinetta Lusso, a vintage beauty that took you forty-five minutes on your knees, choking on his monster of a cock that he insisted kiss the inside of your throat, to even see the keys, let alone touch them.

In the end he'd conceded, something about your pretty face covered in his cum moving him to generosity. You'd spent a glorious half hour speeding around the estates backroads before a deer darting across the path had you instinctually swerving to avoid collision; instead of steel meeting flesh it met bark. The car collided with a sickening crunch.

Ari was always the first person you called when in distress, and that was putting your current state mildly, tears pouring from your eyes before he'd even picked up the phone. Your words were a jumble, trying to say too many things at once, primarily a mess of apologies, describing the state of the car, why you'd swerved- Ari didn't give a damn, only asking one thing over and over; "Are you alright?" but in your upset you managed to miss his question altogether.

It took him less than five minutes to locate you, storming up to where you were fussing over the damage done to the front end of the car- still shaking, tears staining your face. When he hooked you around the shoulders to pull you to face him you let out a big hiccupping cry, "Oh Ari, I'm so sor-sor-sorry-" He ignored your apology, too busy scanning you from head to toe, cataloging any scratch, bruise, or speck of blood he saw on you, once again asking if you were alright.

But once more instead of answering you started rambling about how much you knew he loved the car, how you hadn't consciously made the choice to swerve, that it looked bad but did he think there was a chance it could be salvaged, did- Fed up with your ignoring his question Ari yanked out the Smith & Wesson he kept tucked in the back waistband of his pants, pointing it at the un-marred body of the vehicle; "Fuck. the. car." He grit out between clenched teeth, each word enunciated with the loud pop of a shot, bullet holes joining the already present damage. It was enough to shock you into silence as Ari roughly grabbed your chin, manhandling you into looking him in the eyes, "Are. You. Alright?"

Later, as Ari roughly took your ass, having been offered it in penance, he made sure you knew that the punishing slaps he was delivering to the sensitive flesh weren't because you'd crashed the car, they were because for even one second you'd thought he would care more about the state of some thing than he did you.