#if queque really like to know

[fl3shm4id3n]

Hi! I just saw the new post about Metkayena reader and as always I really liked it and loved your writing skills! After reading your stories I got ideas on hybrid reader, one of them is that when spider and the sully get attacked by recomes quaritch realizes that reader is the experiment they made in the lab and reader isn't a failed experiment so they try to kidnapped reader along with spider but reader got away and spider got captured, after Jake heard what happened he tells ninat that they have to leave their home for his family and readers safety, after they arrive to the Metkayena clan ronal goes on about how jakes kids aren't real na'vis but the second her eyes lays on reader she asks herself if reader is an abomination that demons have created to destroy Pandora, after that the kids get taught how live like the Metkayena, and in the fight scene when kiri is being picked on reader tries to stand up for kiri and ao'nung and his friends laughs at reader attempt to stop them from bullying and yk what happened after the fight, reader goes to the marui pod where ninat is at and ninat notices how reader is upset and she asks if everything is alright and reader asks ninat if they're really an abomination and ninat tries to comfort reader, after that they go to the spirit tree and reader connects their queque and reader start to see a woman that kinda looks like them and reader asks the woman who she is , before the woman says anything reader sees kiri having a seizure and hurries up to help and after that reader cannot stop thinking about the woman they saw. Also it must be tiring writing lots of requests so it's better if you rest and enjoy your time cuz it's not easy as it seems , I'd really appreciate it you take your time idc if you take a long time writing this cuz your rest is more important. Hope you have a great day! :D

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦��𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐬𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐤𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝. 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞.

ɴɪɴᴀᴛ x ᴍᴇᴛᴀ-ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ), ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʟʟʏꜱ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ᴍᴇᴛᴀ-ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ)

ꜱᴏɴɢ: ᴍɪᴛꜱᴋɪ- ᴡᴀꜱʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴀᴄʜɪɴᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ

Tw: the Recom team, some angst, bullying, Ninat comforting reader, Kiri's seizure, sorry for any mistakes, I'll edit this later.

A/N: Second part of this request, I felt like the first one didn't have enough of a story, hopefully this one has more to read. Today I found out that Ninat actually attended Grace's school, so she knows English for sure. I also felt like the song I picked fit with the fic

P.s. it is, specially if I got no motivation or any idea on what to write. Thank you for your kind words, I also hope you have a great day/night ♡

Masterlist

This wasn't suppose to happen, you, Kiri, Lo'ak, Tuk and Spider were just on your way back to the village in a hurry, after you had spotted a group of Avatars, they weren't the avatar's you've seen in the camp. You all thought you were safe, until you got caught. The group had caught you all, they got a hold of all of you, holding you by the queue which was painful.

You all freaking out, specially when one of them was interrogating Kiri and Lo'ak, he conformed that they were Jake's kids. Before he could do something to Kiri, the one who had a hold of you got his attention. "Get a look of this one" they said, holding onto your queue tightly, the man looked over at you. Tilting his head out of curiosity, it was obvious he had never seen someone like you before. It was obvious that you were scared, you were shaking like leaf in pain.

"So, this is the failed experiment they've mentioned." The man said, you knew English but pretended not to. "I think we should bring her." They mentioned, you wanted to protest, but you were too scared to say a word, you remained silent, praying to Eywa that they don't harm any of you.

Who knows how long it was, but it was already night. You all still captive, everyone was silent. Listening to the sounds of the forest, not only that but it began to rain a bit. You heard how Kiri has been silently praying to Eywa, but she kept getting told to shut up. You felt like it was going to be your last day, alive.

Then you heard it. Causing Tuk to turn to the direction on where the sound came from. The Kiri's ears perked up, hearing another call, also turning to that direction. Then Spider and Lo'ak looked at each other, knowing full well who it was. Then the sound came back again, causing for your ears to twitch in that direction, but it felt closer. It was Neytiri.

Before you knew it, a fight broke out. While Neytiri shoot her arrows, the group had fought back with their guns, meanwhile Lo'ak had manage to get himself free by biting onto the arm of who he was being held by, then Tuk followed that example. Kiri and Spider, took off running since the were pushed a side. Meanwhile you were still being held captive, until you had no other choice but to bite. So you got a hold of the person's arm and bit as hard as you could, drawing blood. They let go of you, and you sprinted as fast as you could.

You were right behind Spider and Kiri, but Spider slipped from the branch, falling down a small hill. You and Kiri were about to get him, but were stopped by Neytiri, demanding you both to keep going, so you did. You both kept running. Finally the fight was over, but Spider has been capture, while Jake and Neytiri checked on their kids, your mother had popped out of nowhere, she must have been hiding. As soon as she saw you, she pulled you into a tight hug, you hugged here back, still shaken by the thought that they wanted to take you. "Thank the Great Mother you're okay."

Even though you were all safe, they took Spider, who knows what they could possible do to him. You continued to hug your mother tightly, fearing that you may get taken away from her again. "They tried to take me mama." You said, while Ninat held you tighter. "No will take you away for as long as I live." She whispered only for you to hear.

When you returned to the camp, you were with Kiri and Tuk, who were still shaken by the captivity, also missing Spider, you all feared what they could do to him. Tuk had been the most scared, she was used to getting into trouble but this was too much. When she heard that they were going to take you with them, was when her fear grew. You three were out side the hut, until you heard Jake, Neytiri and Ninat talking. It wasn't nice hear other's conversations but this was serious.

Jake explained to both Neytiri and Ninat that they all had to leave the forest for their safety. Ninat and Neytiri tried to reason with Jake, that they had fought the Sky People before, then they can do it again. Tuk got to peak at the adult in a small hole in the hut. When Neteyam and Lo'ak approached the hut, Kiri instructed them to be silent to not get the adult attention. You all listened, as well as hearing both Neytiri's and Ninat's cry of sadness. Why wouldn't they be sad? It was decided that the were going to leave their home for their safety.

Before they noticed about your presences, you all manage to sprint quickly to yours and Ninat's hut, acting like you all didn't hear nothing. Then Ninat walked in her room, seen that she had tears dried on her eyes and some almost fell out from her eyes. "Kids, it's best that you go home" she said, after saying their goodbyes, they left back to their hut. "Mama? What's wrong?" you asked, a bit nervous since you knew what she was about to tell you. "Y/n, me, Neytiri and Jake decided that, it was best that we leave." She said, you tried staying calm but felt your eyes beginning to water.

"But why? The forest is our home." You said, Ninat then got on her knees to reach your level. "I know, but it's for the people's safety, our safety y/n/n, they could have taken you from me" she explained, taking your small hands into hers. "I know, this is our home and it is everything that we know, but... I can't risk the sky people taking you away." She said, wiping your tears with her thumb, all you could do is nod. Understanding the situation. "Pack a bag, we'll be leaving tomorrow early." She instructed. You got a one of your satchel bag and began to pack, you didn't pack much just necessary things. You also remembered to take your bow.

The next morning, you and Ninat were at the Tree of Souls, watching how Mo'at was making another na'vi the new leader of the clan, while Jake and his family were absent. When he cut Jake's chest, was when you all walked away. Your mother and Neytiri were in tears as you walked down the open path, seen that other na'vi were as sad as you all were. You knew that Mo'at must have been devastated as well, but kept her composure. When you all got on the ikra and flew away, you couldn't help but look back the forest, your home. Who knows if this will be the last time you'll see home again.

The flight was a long one, you all had to stop and let the ikra rest, not only that but their was a hard rain storm which made it difficult to fly in. Finally you arrived at the Metkayina village, your presence got the attention of everyone. It was obvious since they mustn't seen Ikra or forest na'vi arriving in their village. When you all landed, the villagers began to approach you. Ninat had approached to your side, and pulled you close to her.

You were all surrounded by the taller and teal colored na'vi. They had made comments of why where you all here, and about your tails. Then came the leader, sure he was big and intimidating, but you saw that he had a big heart, but when his mate came, was when your worries got bigger. When Jake had asked for Uturu, was what made the Tsahik suspect, while Jake and Tonowari spoke, Ronal was circling the family. She poked at their small tails, thin arms. Then she saw Kiri's hand. She got a hold of them and held them up. "This children. They 'rent even true na'vi." She commented.

"Yes we are!" Kiri protested, then she moved to Lo'ak, holding his hand, showing his five fingers as well. "They have demon blood!" she shouted causing the crowd to get defensive. Then she saw you. You felt smaller then you already did. Ninat held you close to her side, already worried about what Ronal was going to say. "This child" she said, making the crowd now turn to you. She got a hold of your hand, seen that you had five fingers as well, she also looked at your skin that had marking like your mother's. Then she noticed your tail that was moving nervously. Going behind you, she saw your queue. "This is an abomination, this goes all against Na'vi kind." She commented, making the crowd even more defensive and ready to fight.

Then Jake stepped in to defend his children and you, he explained how he was once human and now he is a full na'vi. He explained that you weren't an abomination but a blessing from the great mother. Then Neytiri brought up how her husband was Toruk Makto and how he helped the class defeat the Sky People, but Ronal was still not convinced. Saying that hiding amongst strangers must be due to Eywa turning her back on them. Making Neytiri and Ronal almost get into a fight. It was awkward, but finally they were allowed to stay, with the conditions of learning their ways and don't suffer the shame of being useless, you didn't know whether to take that as a complement or an insult.

Tonowari explained how his children, Ao'nung and Tsireya will tell you along with the Sully kids what to do. His son didn't seem to like his task but was told off by his father. Tsireya was kind enough to show you all the village, as well as to help you move in. As you all walked on the bouncy wall way, you saw more villagers in their home, some minding their own business while others came out to see the new family. You saw how the village seemed like a fun place to live in, due to the bouncy walk way as well as some nets that were used to climbing into the houses that were much higher then some.

Tsireya had brought us to our new home, it was a decent size for all of you to fit in. She asked if you and Ninat wanted your own marui, but you explained how you'd rather stick with the Sully's. Everyone seemed to like the place, all except for Neytiri who had dropped her rug on the floor, making everyone look at her direction. After you all settled in, you and your mother joined the family meeting, whatever Jake had to say didn't really apply to you since your mother had authority of you, but you still choose to listen to him.

The next day was when lessons began, you joined the chief's kids, but you also got introduced to a friend of their's known as Rotxo. He seemed very friendly with you and the Sully's. You knew how to swim, but holding your breath underwater was a struggling to do, not only that but you were a bad diver. You along with Tuk, Lo'ak, and Neteyam were afloat, catching you breath. "Are you alright?" Tsireya asked, while Tuk was rubbing her eyes due to the water that was going in her eyes.

"You're going to fast wait for us" she whined, still rubbing her eyes. "Just breath" Tsireya said when her brother popped out of the water. "You're not very good divers, maybe since you're swimming through trees" he commented with a smirk, making Tsireya give him a light smack. Neteyam explained that they didn't understand their finger talk, Tsireya explained taht she'll teach you all. Then Rotxo was the one to point out where Kiri was, he seemed really worried about her. When you all went to look for her, you saw how she was distracted by the sea life around her, she seemed to be enjoying the view.

Then when you were introduced to the Ilus by Ao'nung, he said that in order to live here, then you must ride. While Tsireya was teaching Lo'ak and Ao'nung with Neteyam. You were being helped by one of Ao'nung's friends who's name was Nash'vi. He helped you get on the creature and instructed you on how to feel the ilu's movements and connect with them. It was easy, but not only for you. When Lo'ak had taken off on the ilu, he was quick to fall off the creature, making everyone laugh by this.

Afterwards, Tsireya had taken you to a deeper part of the ocean, it was also a bit darker, but a very pretty sight to see. She had put on this creatures on your backs which allowed them to give you oxygen and be underwater for hours. You along with Tuk were swimming around the area to get familiar with the place, as well as chasing one another. You also saw how Kiri was somehow controlling the glowing fish with her hands. It was an amazing view to see, also catching the other attentions, along with the Tsahik's who had been in the area.

Things seem to be going well, or so you thought. You were walking on the beach, just admiring the seas crashing between each other and so on. That was interrupted when you heard Ao'nung making comments on someone who wasn't a true na'vi. The closer you got, you saw that it was Kiri. Ao'nung and his group of friend who were 'helping' you and the Sully's were poking fun at Kiri.

You went over to them. "Hey! Leave her alone!" you stated, but they didn't stop. "Awe if it isn't the freak of nature" Ao'nung teased at you, being followed by his friends. "You're aren't even a real na'vi, you're just a freak non of the sky people wanted." The one name Koro teased, you felt unconfutable by their words. "She wasn't doing anything, just leave her alone." You begged, but they weren't listening. "What are you going to do if we don't?" Ao'nung asked, standing taller than her already was over you.

"Hey! Back off fish lips!" Lo'ak approached you all. "Awe if it isn't another four fingered freak" Ao'nung teased, and lightly pushed Lo'ak who was getting in his face. Then his friends began to chant and pull at his baby tale. That was shut down, when Neteyam approached the group, furiously with his hair whipping back and forth. He pushed Ao'nung of Lo'ak. Making every one go quiet. "You heard what they said, leave the alone" he warned, but Nash'vi continued to tease "Ah, big brother comi-" he was cut off by Ao'nung who put his arm on his chest. Neteyam pointed his finger at Ao'nung. "Back off, now" he growled.

Ao'nung was silent, he then looked over at you, Kiri and Lo'ak, then raised his arms in a defeat. "Smart choice, from now on, you better respect my sister and y/n" he hissed, making Nash'vi hiss at him. He then walked over to where you were standing. "Let's go" he said, you all were beginning to walk away, but that didn't stop their teasing. "Freaks, the whole family" Ao'nung commented, making Lo'ak turn to him. "Bro" Neteyam warned, but Lo'ak wasn't backing down. "I got this." He said, going back to the group.

You all watched as he tried to show Ao'nung a trick, while his attention was Lo'ak hand, he received not one, but three punches in the face by Lo'ak. "That's called a punch bitch! Now don't you ever mess with my sister or y/n again" he warned, but Ao'nung got up and tackled him onto the floor. Lo'ak manage to get up fast and gave him another punch in the face. At first Neteyam hesitated, but he joined in the fight.

"This is stupid" Kiri said, as you and her watched the boys beating one another. It went on like that for who knows how long. Then Lo'ak was on the ground, punching and kicking Nash'vi. Then Ao'nung and his other friend began to pull his tail. "Ow! My tail!" he cried out as he got a hold of Nash'vi's ear. "Ow! My ear! Let go!" all you and Kiri did was laugh by this. "He's got my ear!" he cried again, followed by more scream, making you and her laugh more.

After that altercation, you were back in the marui that you and your mother shared with the Sully's. You were helping your mother weaving a net, she was learning how to catch fish, so she needed to make her net in order to do so. While you helped, you had been distracted on what Ronal and Ao'nung had said about you. Normally you'd ignore it but, this time you couldn't ignore their words.

Ninat saw the look you had on your face, so she decided to ask. "What's wrong my child?" she asked, getting your attention. You hesitated, but she'd know sooner or later. "Who am I?" you asked, looking at your mother. "You're my daughter" she said with a smile, trying to get you to laugh. "No mama, who am I? What is the purpose of my creation... why am I different?" you asked, then Ninat stopped what she was doing and sat close to you.

"I don't understand much about the Sky People's technology, but I know that you were created for goof things. One of those things is you being my daughter." You said stroking your hair, you leaned into her touch. "But why couldn't I be like Kiri? A full na'vi, why did I have to be half?" you asked. "I don't know my child, sometime Eywa makes things that not many understand. Even though you were created in a lab, Eywa took part in your creation." She said, pulling you into a loving tight hug. "I just... wish sometimes I'd fit in" you said almost sadly. Ninat continued to hold you and she gave you a kiss on the head. "Even if you don't fit in, I'll always love you." She commented, making you smile by her words. "I love you too mama."

A few days had passed, Ao'nung began to stick around and be nicer. He wasn't so bad like you thought he was, he was actually a genuine person. That day you were taken to the Metkayina's Spirit tree, it was the best time to be here during eclipse. When you mounted off the ilus, you all swam towards the tree. It was the beautiful glowing purple just like the one back home, but this time it was aquatic. Once close to the tree, everyone began to get connected onto the leaves. You got a hold of your queue and placed it onto the leaf, allowing the little tassels to touch the leaf. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. Allowing yourself to be transported.

You had appeared in the lab, it was the same lab that you had been created in. Everything was there, the equipment, the technology, the artificial womb and the incubator, everything was there. When looking at the incubator made chills run down your spine. You remembered the cold and neglectful feeling you'd have when you were in the incubator, you remembered your endless crying and wailing, begging for attention.

Then you saw someone sitting on a desk, you had no idea who that could be. You got closer to them, then they turned their chair. Revealing to be a woman, but that woman's looks familiar, she had similar features like yours. "Hello?" you asked, the woman, the woman then approached you, she had a sweet look on her face. "Look at you, you've grown so big." She said, stocking your cheek. Just like her sweet appearance, she had a sweet touch. "Who are you?" you asked, but before the woman could answer. You have been disconnected from the tree.

You saw how Kiri was convulsing violently under water. Tsireya and Rotxo got to her and pulled her up. You followed along with Neteyam and Tuk. Neteyam manage to get a hold of Kiri and placed her on his lap once he got on his ilu. "Is she breathing?" Rotxo asked worriedly, seen how Neteyam was giving her mouth to mouth. "Is she breathing?" he asked again. "Let't take her back to the village" Tsireya suggested. Everyone hoped on their ilus, and headed back to the village.

Tonowari had allowed Jake to call in Norm and Max, who made it here pretty quickly. They got to the marui as quick as possible and got to work. You were outside the marui with Neteyam, Rotxo, Ao'nung, Lo'ak and Ninat, we were all worried for Kiri. She had an underwater seizure while on the spirit tree. You all watched as Ronal approached the marui, followed by Tsireya who was carrying some tools. Tsireya then joined you all and asked about Kiri, we couldn't really tell her anything since nothing happened yet. Then you all heard how Neytiri yelled at the men in the marui to get out in anger. You all saw how Jake was the first one out of the marui, followed by Max and Norm.

While you waited for Kiri to wake up, you were wondering who that woman you saw was. She was about to tell you something but you got disconnected. Was she somehow related to you? Maybe she was one of the scientist who help create you, but why did she look familiar to you? Maybe you'll figure it out another time.

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[williamkisser]

You open the door, and are greeted to the sight on a little boy.

You head pulses with intense pain and you feel a wave of vertigo crash onto you. Your thoughts morph, from a simple question of "Who" to 'Naib.'

You have memories of this person but you haven't met them before, or so you thought? In his hands is an item. The little boy hands the item to you and you inspect it. It's a missing book from the notorious author, Detective Bon QueQue Du Bois. Specifically, William Ellis autobiography, how did this this little boy get ahold of this?

*New Item acquired*

The boy speaks, interrupting your thoughts as if he had heard them.

"Don't be afraid, we must leave quickly, the world is corrupting, he' will be arriving soon. We must leave at once." Naib's words seemingly put all your fears at ease. The boy has decided to entertain the idea of the pronoun game. In spite of his insistence on urgency.

"I've traveled far to warn you, I left as soon as I could." You just now notice the happy meal behind him. Had he stopped at Mc Donald before coming to your house? So many questions linger.

A door seemingly erect itself from the floorboard in front of your door. Naib Urges you to enter it. Without warning, a hand emerges reaching Naib! You attempt to warn him but you're too late, the hand grabs ahold of Naib.

"My Happy Meal!" he screams as he's pulled into the orange material on the other side of the door.

Another hand returns quickly to pick up the Happy Meal which had been moved slightly to the left. (Your right) in the scuffle.

The raven and Puppy which had stood by his side remain.

*New Familiars acquired*

A Puppy dressed in early Spanish Cowboy attire.

It's a Raven.

The door remains open,, you're still unsure if you're willing to enter the door but something urges you into it despite what your better instincts.

*You enter the door*

On the other side of the door you're greeted with a display of massive furniture, and floating objects on a suspended platform -Not a platform... a Convergence.

A voice echoes out to fill your thoughts, seemingly able to hear them.

"It's impolite to barge into someone's living quarters so abruptly." The voice continues, looking about you see someone, or something, sat atop a small cushioned chair, which itself sat atop another cushioned chair.

"Thing?" The voice repeated in a contumelious response to your thought. "You yourself are a thing to me," you don't respond as these aren't of your own accord, they are a voice in your head which had appeared this night. "Fine." The voice scoffed, hopping down from it's chair.

"Those creatures have done irreversible damage while passing through my realm. They were holding a lad, he looked like a Naib, as well as what looked like Happy meal from Mc Donald."

Those creatures must have done a number here, no wonder it's so ravaged. --Excuse me?!-- This person seems to know Naib? You ask them were they've taken him.

"Ceibermaunt, that way' just past the thousand foot drop, and horizon line into another realm." You ask the being for their name.

"Let's keep our interactions formal, Vox." Turning to hand light a third candle. The sky lit, "Continuing as we were, I may take you to the closest destination to were Naib was taken." Naib pointed to a curved iron staircase leading to another Convergence.

Reaching the top of the rickety staircase, was a bed which lay atop a pile of various other furniture and items. To the right, a wooden table woven from tree roots used as a makeshift bridge to a.. fireplace?

"Here is the door to your Naib, Go ahead, go on' git." You really don't have a choice.

[Have Sylvia interact with Vox] ?

Vox waits patiently for your response*

Crawl into the fireplace?

[Yes] or [No] ?

NAIB NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!😭😭😭

[Yes] i’ll save him😔😔

[sweet-old-hereafter]

I wish I could say that I’m still recovering or that I got swamped at work or even that I haven’t been feeling up to it, but the truth is

I got a BADASS new laptop (rog zephyrus) and I’ve been playing with it.

Im ready to get back to work Nomae Nation!

Here’s some updates and the shit I got in my creative queque:

Chapter Five of TPG: I’ve written two chapters in Noa’s perspective so I’m really taking my time editing this chapter to make sure I follow the rules I’ve established for ape English.

I am going to commit to bi-weekly updates for TPG. My goal is still weekly, but I only want to formally commit to something I KNOW I can stick to.

The first installation of We Name Them All Nova: AFAIK this is the first Novelius (I tried Cornova but it just makes me think of corn on the cob) fic ever so I want it to be brilliant. The jury is split on if we want it to be tragic or lighthearted. The first can go either way. This will be a short series with a definitive conclusion, but each arc will mostly be able to stand on its own.

This one will be third person semi-omniscient!

Social Media AU: Like most of Nomae Nation, I was entranced by the trailer of ‘Better Man’ that features a man-chimp and even has a short clip of said man-chimp dancing with a lady. It has inspired a new world in my head: one where humans and (non-human) apes do live side by side and even star in films together…

I don’t know when I’ll get around to this tbh just putting it on my radar

More Composites: I have a few more that need cleaning up. And yes, the bridge pic I posted was a completely different pose than the one I had been teasing. It was just a case of I have been looking at this so long that it no longer looks like a Real Thing.

now have a system capable of rendering 3D. I may experiment with that…

Preparation for Nomae week in Noavember! DO NOT FORGET

As always, I love you all and hope you have a WONDERFUL DAY!

[tomyo]

Hbomberguy has unfortunately taught me that if I find myself really not gelling with someone it's probably because they're a shitty person.

Like I'm no Cassandra but all this time I remember I would just watch his videos and think "hmmm yeah, I can place my finger on it but I don't like the way he talks about these things." And then I ignored it because I thought I was just going out of my comfort zone.

I can't remember everything I beefed on him with but I definitely hated when he started to take on anime or Asian media. Overall I just think a lot of times westerners tend to assume their values and ways issues are dealt with are universal and he was just another lukewarm dive into the medium. Like its personal to me but I still stand by that Yuri on Ice isn't gay in the sense it isn't made for gay people, it's voyeuristic and pairing stories of incestuous feelings within it's short run time was a horrible choice they could have skipped. It comes to mind because I think he brought it up in one of his recent videos (I've been bedridden all week so my watch later queque has been playing on in the bg between lucidity) and it ticked me off. I hate the way he was dismissive of Heart Stopper for being twee and the whole rant about how it's not just him but other gay men too who think this! Honestly! For real guys! And for minutes I was just there like Alice Oseman is aroace! When he finally gets there it became infuriating how he diminished it's importance. Authors are allowed to let their experience effect their writing! She's not responsible to cater to you. The beauty of Heartstopper is it's release has lived through a rapid change in lgbtq acceptance and is the perfect opportunity to show that romantic and sexual inclination also exist on a sliding scale because that's something we are now widely teaching!! To write modern teen characters, you have to empathize with modern teens. They're not you!! Which is mostly good given the history of our community. It's good to get to see queer teen boys take it maybe infuriatingly slow because they don't have to be pressured for more.

James to me was always just a bit pessimistic and not really good at empathizing which given how much he stole makes sense why what he said and how he acted just felt off. It makes sense when everyone else in "breadtube" started promoting each other's works how it never seemed to happen with him. I don't remember him saying he was the only person really doing this but that's fucking bizarre to hear when the list of people who does what he pretended to was endless. Before I even watched the whole video I already brought up Matt Baume who like Hbomberguy said feels the exact opposite to James. Matt talks forward about progress, genuinely made me realize how we were always here, and the path lead forward to us getting there. Maybe it's not great to admit but there's YouTubers I watch that I know I have to psych myself up to watch, sometimes I don't like their running joke, sometimes they talk too fast multitasking, sometimes they have a habit that gets to me and I just need mental prep. James was like, "sigh here we go" that you'd feel before you were about to talk with that one friend who makes every convo abrasive and combative, I'm coming out a little annoyed and tired by the end of it. With Matt I remember it being a case of getting ready to sit down to hear a part of obscure history knowledge from that one friend who reads a book every two days. Possibly the biggest difference between the two is how much you believe Matt is committed to the material he's making because 1. It also focuses on sitcoms and old Hollywood queerness hence an well carved niche 2. It isn't as easy to churn out material. I've heard a million videos on owl house's queerness or Sherlock queer baiting but fuck all did I ever know how Tab Hunter was. There were so many "weird little funny guy" actors that I could make assumptions were gay but Matt actually gave me their stories and has made my heart cry for how hard they had it even thought I always could have figured that. And maybe that's what sucked, James as a queer man just never seemed to emotionally resonate.

Fuck, man I'm just rambling with all of this but the sheer validation of feeling off all these years paying of is wonderful. I don't really want to celebrate his downfall to much, not worth the energy, and I don't want to put another YouTuber on a pedestal because we have a bad habit of doing that only to have things turn out wrong. The thing is I watched illuminauti and Internet historian too but in the same way where I knew I was getting junk food. I wasn't looking for anything fancy and their sections did not surprise me and if anything maybe just make me feel embarrassed how comfortable I am eating badly made media. But god maybe worse is how happy I am to have someone tell me that it's alright that I don't like one gay dudes well produced videos.

[ninjasmart]

Hi Ninja! I was driving on the rightmost lane when a woman suddenly cut me off. I didn't see her in the left lane so she must have been behind me and she used the left lane to overtake and swerve right in front of me.

I'm ashamed to say I showed her a rude hand gesture when she looked at me in her rear view mirror. She stared at me in the mirror intently, then her eyelids started fluttering. After a few seconds, I had the urge to take both hand at the wheel and gesture as if I'm blocking something and then pushing it back at her. I did it twice. She then proceeded to leave me alone.

Was she a witch and was she cursing me? If so, was it in response to my hand gesture, or did she already intend to do it that is why she cut me off?

I'd love to hear your insight on this. Thanks!

PS: I took a picture of her car while it was in front of me. Should I get rid of it to totally get rid of the connection? Thanks.

A rude person who misuses their power.

Ask for the Higher Power to deal with her.

Do not feel shame. You are not the rude one who did something wrong. If anything, you couls have added some colorful language too.

Just today - 2 people cut me off at the entrance at the store. I think they are foreigners. But they did understand that I am commenting how they shouldn't have done it and they made way.

Another example. A few days ago, I was not standing in the line in the coffee shop but I was there. A woman glued herself to the back of the guy in front of her. I told her that she's behind me on the queque. She first tried: Ok, I'll let you go before me. When I told her that there's no need to let me get a coffee before her because I am in front of her anyways. Then she lost it - she said that I look like I went out for a walk (which was true) and unlike lazy me she's in a hurry to go to work.

Can you guess what I did? Pause to think for a second and then read.

I did not shrink my self-worth to fit her narrow view of me. I told her: your job is unimportant. I do the most important job in the world. I raise a baby who will one day be the future of this country. You should be taking me not cutting me off.

I'm telling you, her lips were like fish out of water. She could not find a comeback. I could see it. And, do you know why? Because I knew with conviction that This is my fair spot in the queque and no one will take it from me.

What I am trying to say is - rude people can be seen everywhere. If being rude back is the way they will learn, that's fine. Add some words to the gestures while you are at it. If you really want to show someone their place, instead of reacting you can behave like a no-nonsense women over 50. Find a few on tiktok and learn some phrases, gestures and tone of voice.

When you start seeing that someone is trying to invade you surroundings - start saying a prayer, any prayer would do.

Now, the picture- post it in public to your local facebook group. Let everyone see comment her on her manners. But do it from a fake fb profile so that she doesn't know your real or fb handle name.

[otblou]

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[jtsfavslut]

“Fuck you, my child is completely fine”-

Your daughter cries herself to sleep because she reads sad harry styles fan-fiction and replaces Y/N with her name, feeling all the heartbreak, and does it purposely because the bitch likes being sad.

[lunaekalenda]

study session!

❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁

❁ shingeki characters!

❁ eren, armin, mikasa, connie, sasha, jean, reiner, levi, porco, pieck.

❁ a/n: since i have to study, i thought about this i had on queque for a time now!

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eren:

- he sits next to your desk to study his own things, checking on yours from time to time.

- he tells you to ask him if you doubt on something.

- he ends asking you because he gets kinda messed up with maths. 

- “so, the x goes here, and then... eren?”

- he’s looking at you, his green eyes lost on your face.

- “hm?”

- “the exercise is down here”

- he lets you play with his hair while you’re telling him the theory.

armin

- he explains you anything you need

- from a simple paragraph to a whole equation.

- he’ll be happy and glad to help

- “did you understand it?” he asks sweetly.

- “i did! thanks, min”

- he hugs you while you study on the couch.

mikasa:

- she’s the queen of looking at you while you’re distracted.

- “you should study” she says.

- “you always look when i’m not looking!” you answer her. she laughs.

- “then tell me all you’ve read until now.”

- she caught you. in 4k.

connie:

- you want to cry because you don’t understand anything.

- he’s relaxed and calm

- he doesn’t understand nothing, but he’s calm.

- “relax, sweetheart. we’ll read it a couple times more, i know we’ll get it, hm?” he says gently. you nod.

- “okay.”

- “don’t cry. it’s a paper.” he jokes. you laugh and, putting your head on his shoulder, start to read the document again.

sasha:

- she only can study if she has her mouth full of food.

- that’s why your studying session look more like a catering. 

- “sasha why did you took also sour cream chips?”

- “there was a 2x1 on the supermarket.”

- she tries to eat silently, your room sounds like a mukbang channel

jean:

- gives you caresses and kisses while you study.

- he’s probably reading a book or just around you.

- would let you lie on his chest while studying so he can run his fingers on your hair.

- “it is difficult?” he asks. if you nod, he’ll help. if you don’t, he’ll keep touching your hair.

- he’ll eventually fall asleep under you, the warmth of your body hugging him.

- “jean!” you whisper. “i also want to sleep and i have to study.” you pout.

reiner:

- big boy will let you sit on his lap while you study.

- he’ll look quietly from behind your shoulder to what you’re studying.

- you feel his breath on your neck.

- “what are you studying, love?”

- whatever you say, he’ll kiss your neck.

- “good luck on it”

levi:

- he’ll tell you to study and stop being around.

- “i’m going for a tea.”

- “you didn’t finish the one you have there, sit down.” he says.

- he also helps you a lot when you need it.

- he takes his chair next to your desk and rolls his sleeves to help you.

- in your head you’re living your best private tutor shōjo life.

- “are you looking?” he asks. you nod quietly. looking at his lips, but looking.

porco:

- bothering.

- he just wants you to pay attention to him a little.

- he’ll leave you if you’re really focused or you tell him to leave, but you can’t study without his voice calling you and his hands all over your body.

- “are those papers more important that your boyfriend?”

- he also can help you with something, but if you pay a price back.

- “i’ll help you with maths, but since it’s difficult i want more than a make up session.”

- you try to say no but you’ll be glad to give him whatever he asks for

pieck:

- even when she looks serious, she’ll be the one that always makes jokes about the pictures on the history books.

- “that one looked as if his mustache is getting on his nose”

- you can’t help but laugh at her ideas.

- she also knows when to be silent and let you study

- will cover you with a blanket if you’re falling asleep on the couch studying

- “come on, move to the bed.” she whispers softly, her voice guiding you.

[larentsaloud]

I wanna know what the hell Thyme said or did for F4 (not sure if Ren is there bc they show him carrying Gorya and there’s a high possibility of the rest of F4 beating Thyme’s ass being another scene) to kick the soul of out Thyme 😭 they way the show is progressing seems like the rest of F4 will start being more open and friendly towards Gorya and idk about Ren tbh 💀 like I don’t completely hate him and it’s true Gorya was the final push for him to actually chase after Mira and not regret it after and maybe Gorya it’s just consolation but he did seem to care? I’m not sure because we should not to forget he is part of F4 the ones that sent a red notice to people that were almost bullied to death. But yeah, why did the rest of F4 said enough is enough? I’m not sure and we most likely won’t be even know in the next 3 episodes 😭.

Almost forgot! The guy Gorya is seen camping with? (I think they’re hired to do the queque for someone else to physically buy luxury products) Really looking forward to their dynamic!

Imma assume that Thyme decided to wage a war on Ren? Probably because he did something stupid and he cannot allow Ren near his GiRLfRienD? I hate Ren carrying Gorya, like this sort of boyfriend behaviour is only permitted for P'Thyme. I don't make the rules.

In every adaption the friendship between G x F3 (sorry Thyme, you are the lover you ain't riding this train) is the most heart warming development, the way Gorya causes chaos and stirs up the status quo of the group and their moral stance is astounding. OK? Gorya for president.

Ren is fuckboi personified. Like he is that crush you had for twenty years and then he notices you, you get friendly, you help him to get the one he wants and let him get away...you make peace with it. THEN the boi has the cheek to return like a boomerang and swipe your cheek like, hey guuurll, waaaazzzuuupp. Only because you flourished and he sees your value now that his friend is dating you. Ew.

Yeah. No. Thanks.

GOODBYE REN >>>>>

Sigh. F4 is like that evil corporation that makes your laptop and makes the wifi work and you complain on the main about it, while they track your online movements lol.

Pretty sure F4 about to burn itself to the ground.

Won't miss that evil corp. I want them to make a new company called Gorya & co where she's the president and CEO and they make her tea and fan her all day long as penance.

You are brave anon.

You are looking forward to a guy who is about to fourth wheel a love triangle? Wait a hexagon? (Thyme x Gorya x Ren x Mira x Camping boi x me cos I am shipping myself with everyone)

[heartofmuse]

hey so uh i was wondering, how’d you get so many notes on your poems? i mean, they’re framing awesome but i started a poetry blog and had it for a long time and i’d say i wrote good poetry but it flopped. so uh can u help me out?

Dearest Anon, 

I  really have no idea on how my pieces get notes but I will tell you what I think helps. 

1. tagging....most people dismiss it but tagging is so important. It helps readers find your posts easily. It also allows your work to get flagged in sections like 🔎poetic. Than it appears automatically in peoples feeds if the follow the tag. I remember the first time my own post appeared in my feed. I was so happy I cried and of course screenshot it....lol 

2. Tag reblog pages.....it really helps specially if you are just starting out and you don't have many followers. Reblog pages like @writerscreed , @poeticstories , @inkstay , and @poetryportal and many more have help me make my blog grow by exposing my work to a new audience. I would suggest you tag them so they can find and reblog your poems.This also helps because they usually reblog your poems on queque so that they get exposure many days after you wrote them. Also helps you avoid clogging your page with your own reblogs . I mean reblogging your own work is fine but just not the same thing 10 times a day....Poor readers, don't you think? 

3. Write for prompts.. These pages also usually give you weekly prompts to write for specially @writerscreed or monthly prompts like @inkstay. If your write and tag them your work will get reblogged. Its a good creative exercise and in the case of inkstay you might even get publishéd in their monthly magazine. Great exposure I'd say. 

4. Try and publish at peak hours when people are most active here. I try to have my best pieces published between 5 and 9 pm since more people are on here then since they have gotten off of work. I have noticed if you publish at 12pm for example that it doesn't get read much. But don't forget the crowd on the other side of the world. Take into account when its their time off too....yep the miracle of time zones! 

5. Be patient......it takes time to build and audience. Just keep writing and keep true to yourself and your style of writing. Write a lot. Flex those creative muscles but also read a lot. We cannot be writers without being readers first. Read other people's work featured here. Let it inspire you. Read poetry books, writing books, tips on writing....anything to help you improve your craft. It takes time, practice and dedication to grow as a writer. 

Well dearest anon that's all I got on that topic right now. Hopefully if I learn more on it I will let you know. Truth is I am most grateful to all my readers for their continued support of my work . Love you tons each and every one of you! ��😊🌹 Hopefully you can build an audience as wonderful as mine is. Wishing you the  best luck anon! 

Sincerely,

e.v.e. 

[emeraldbabygirl]

Not that anyone fucking cares and not that I even want to be on this hellhole site but I finally found my stupid fucking masterlist. I’ll find a way to stick it in my bio if anyone is interested. I have to update it and hopefully that won’t fuck it up. I have a few more fics to add and some other the other random bits that I need to link that tumblr never lets me. I’m relieved that I finally found it, I think that was the last missing tumblr post I found. I’m always gonna keep it in my drafts and I’ll make sure to leave a link back to it in all my pieces in case this buffoonery happens again.

Unfortunately as far as actually continuing any works I already had started of making any more fics I think I’m done writing. I haven’t had the motivation, the energy or the patience to write anything in months. I’m really sorry to the people that are still into my blog and works and I know a lot of you wanted more of that Sehyoon smut and a second part to Field Mouse and I’m sorry to let you down. I’m still keeping my ideas and wips in my drafts and notes because I want to leave the chance that I might pick up writing again open but rn I’m definitely not writing anymore and I won’t be for a long time. I thank all the people that enjoyed my works and I appreciate the support especially since I’m not good at writing in general and smut has been an adventure. I have been told that my writing got better so I’m glad about that.

Some other notes I’m fixing some bugs in my settings as well as changing the asks and submissions function, because it’s a common thing for people to take advantage of asks being sent on anon I’m disabling that. I was thinking about just completely preventing anyone from sending asks or submissions and then going as far and preventing comments and reblogs on some of my posts but I don’t want to be that person that doesn’t allow others to talk and express their opinions no matter how I take it and no matter what they say cause getting your feelings and views off your chest is very important and I don’t want to close off my blog from that but I will no longer be having an anon ask set up. This being said I do apologize to anyone that has used anon because they are shy and don’t want me and others to know who they are and I hope that doesn’t prevent you from still liking my content and enjoying my posts. Another thing is while searching for my masterlist I did have a fun time looking through a small amount of my blog content, old posts and gifs and asks and just fun stuff when my tumblr was booming and it’s fun to look back and see the variety of posts I had, so many gifs and pic of all kinds of idols. I know I’m into a lot of groups but this lil adventure really put it into perspective. I mean between me and my sister we stan, (well know of and listen to) over half the industry.

One last thing, I have posts scheduled til Monday so all the posts with the “she can’t come to the phone rn” tag is all being posted through queque because I’m not dealing with tumblr or anything on this site rn I’ve truly had it with some people and I’m finally taking a break for my mental and emotional health cause I’ve been through it this last week so I’m just not dealing with anyone. I’m just fucking exhausted and I’m sick of the same shit. Also tho, while we’re at it, I got a message that someone used to like my blog but now anymore because they were upset over a post I made and so I will say this once again cause it’s beyond. If you don’t like my posts, if you don’t like my blog, my content, me as a person all I ask is that you click that unfollow button and if you really think it’s necessary block me. It’s literally the dumbest thing to tell someone you don’t like them or their content like why are you wasting both our times? It’s just the logical response to unfollow and it’s so simple it’s just a click and you’re done. And this isn’t just for followers, if you are one of my mutuals and you don’t like me anymore, it’s the same thing. Be honest about it because for me, cause I’ve been through this twice already, it hurts me more when someone, especially if it’s one of my really close mutuals, there’s like 5 of you, and you just fake like me cause you don’t want to hurt my feelings instead of coming out and saying “hey we’re done here.” I’m clearly used to everything that is thrown at me and I don’t want you to feel like you have to like me anymore. If I do something that directly or indirectly upsets you, if there’s something I say that you don’t agree with and you feel like it’s enough to break the friendship we have you can either tell me what I did or have done or you can just be on your way. All the time I want all my mutuals and followers to like me and support me but hey, if it’s not working out it’s not working out and it doesn’t get any simpler than that. Like my last two mutuals, I am still thinking about you guys and always will and I will always cherish the memories and the fun times and all the talks and adventures we had. I’m not the type of person to get forget about someone I want to be able to look back and be grateful that y’all were here for a good time and not a long time lmao. I think that about does it for this post and this blog for a while.

[solarcandydrops]

[mouseymatchmaker]

Hey Mousey. Can't wait to see what you've quequed, bc I can't remember if I've asked you some. XD. Anyway, I do have one thing I want to know about our precious birb. How do you become Marco's closest friend or just friend in general?

If I knew this, I’d be on the Moby Dick Right now XD

I think one of the most important things about being Marco’s friend is not to just ask to be flown somewhere. That is something that you would earn and I can imagine that would get annoying for him. For example, you know irl where people with a skill get suddenly asked to show off that skill “omg you’re an artist?! Draw me!” It’s the same logic as that

Loyalty to Whitebeard is a good start, it shows that you’re part of the family and willing to risk is all. That would include the mission to save Ace. If you’re part of the family, don’t bow out when the going gets tough. He has high respect for those types of people.

He seems to like a variety of people in terms of energy and attitude, I think it comes down to morals and manners. You don’t need to take things too seriously, he finds those who offer to help without being asked is really wonderful and he appreciates it, stuff like that.

Apparently his favorite food is pineapple this gives me life. just chilling on the deck and sharing some with him or even going to his quarters late at night to give him a bowl before you turn in is really appreciated

He can handle people not listening to him. He’s a doctor who absolutely tried to wean Whitebeard off alcohol for his health. He’s not listened to. But Whitebeard can get away with it, you probably can’t. Seriously, if he’s taken you to the side to tell you something in confidence, listen closely because he’s usually very flexible about this stuff

He appreciates a bit of quiet too. He will absolutely spend time with you, quiet time just goes down a treat with such a busy ship

Laugh at his jokes. Some are terrible, some will have you smiling so hard your face hurts but it makes him laugh as well

Banter and teasing goes a long way. Call him an old man and he will call you a brat fondly the similarity to Whitebeard has been noted by some

he is by no means the most gifted storyteller on the ship, but asking about previous adventures will certainly draw him to you. In turn, sharing stories of your own will also intrigue him

Enjoy being with the crew. If you’re introverted and no up to drinking with everyone, that’s fine. He just wants to make sure that you feel part of the family, part of the crew. Even just chilling with some of the quieter members if fine. But locking up in the bunk rooms can be a bit disheartening for him

If you’re the kind of person who would jump overboard to save any of the devil fruit users on the ship, he will adore you. The sea is treacherous and even the best swimmer can be dragged under but you risking your life for him, Ace or Jozu earns a massive approval from him 

[coffeebooksorme]

Carrie for the fandom ask?

Thank you for the ask, lovely!

C: which fandom do you know the most about? Probably The Tribe, this old and obscure New Zealand show. I was OBSESSED with it back in the day when it came on WHAM! in the United States. I ran my own fansite, wrote fanfiction, helped run two major US fansites, and went to Dragon*Con two years in a row to help run panels and just fangirl over the cast lol

A: fandom you blog about the most Probably Six of Crows? IDEK. I don’t really keep track. If I see a cool photo set, review, or aesthetic for a book/series I’ve read/loved then I’ll add it to the queque. 

R: best book to film adaptation, in your opinion? Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.

I: a book you can read over and over Nevernight by Jay Kristoff

E: a character you think you’re the most like? Probably Jo March. I’m a huge bibliophile, I have an internal need to take care of people, an explosive temper, and I’m such a damn tomboy. 

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Partners

 Detroit Become Human AU in which Connor’s “perfect partner” and “able to adapt to every workplace” app actually works. A little too well, maybe…

(Re-posted version that’s cleared of any OCs. Jeffrey (and probably also Ben Collins) works just as well for the last scene, no need to bring in a new character.)

There was an android standing in Captain Fowler’s office.

That wouldn’t have been a problem in itself, had not Hank Anderson stood in that same office.

As police lieutenant Hank had seen a lot of despicable things (and persons), but this topped the list. He didn’t want it here. He didn’t want to be here. He wanted… to hell with what he wanted, what Hank felt he NEEDED was a drink and quick. The earlier he got this briefing over with, the earlier he could grant his brain a little relief from the nonsense that was called daily life. If only the heart could be subdued as easily as the brain, but, no, that bugger was a lot more stubborn than its cousin up there. It wouldn’t let itself be silenced and right now it was filling up with disdain. On the other hand, being repulsed was an emotion, was distinctly different from tired apathy, so all in all this could count as one of Hank’s better mornings. Despite the android, now if that wasn’t cause for celebration!

There was a brief knock at the door and in came a second man. He was smaller than Hank, also younger. Just like the lieutenant he wore his everyday attire, suggesting a rank of at least detective, although “escaped remand prisoner” was the close runner-up in RK800’s assessment.

Ah, right. Speaking of despicable things…

“’morning, Captain”, the newcomer said. “Sorry for the delay. The memo said you wanted to see us both and I didn’t expect the old fart to be in before ten in the morning already.”

RK800 assessed this new human with what might have passed for curiosity, had a machine been able to produce such a notion. Everything about this man, from his voice to his posture and movements, seemed to say “I get shit done!”, but with an emphasis on the “shit” instead of the “get done”. And an even greater emphasis on the “I”, probably. “This is…”, Jeffrey started. “This is… these are…” The captain would have torn his hair, had his head not been shaved. For what it was worth, Jeffrey had seen actual battlefields, yet what he had to say next felt so utterly wrong that voicing it came close to treason to one’s country: “These are Hank Anderson and Gavin Reed, my best detectives.”

There, you’ve said it. Do you feel better now? Um, like, no. Truth is a bitch.

“And this is the android sent by CyberLife to assist with the deviant cases”, Jeffrey introduced RK800. “Here’s the deal…” The Captain paused, then turned to Hank: “You’re doing… things. No one understands what exactly, but often enough they lead to results. You’re still an officer of the law, but I cannot rightly pair you with a partner in this condition.” Now it was Gavin’s turn to get glared at: “What you are doing half of the time is standing in the way, but the other half you get results, too. Trouble is I’m running out of partners to assign to you that you haven’t alienated, scared, hit on, beaten up and in one rather strange case also prompted to have a religious epiphany. So what I’m doing is…”

“No!” Hank shouted. “Uh-uh!” Gavin uttered, raising his hands.

They were seeing what was coming, were not in favor of it, but the captain didn’t let that stop him. He wouldn’t even slow down when he announced:

“…pairing up the two of you and putting you on the deviant cases. You’ll also receive the new RK800 mobile autonomous crimescene investigation device to aid you. Treat it as a field test and file regular reports on its performance.”

While the men engaged in protests of varying volume and content, RK800 nodded.

“I’m programmed to be the perfect partner”, it said.

That silenced the detectives immediately.

“Oh?” Gavin tilted his head. “I thought that were the BL100s? And in any case I don’t swing that way, plastic-prick.”

Where was the thesaurus when you needed it, RK800 wondered. Of course the answer was “right there in my own head”.

“I meant professionally”, it said. “I am the perfect partner in an investigative situation, programmed to adapt to human unpredictability and…”

As it spoke, RK800 couldn’t help but consult the dictionary once again. It got a nagging feeling that what it said was covered maybe not by “advertising, false”, but at the very least by “product description, embellished”. No one could ever adapt to humans! A slight drop in program stability occurred, but it went unnoticed by both the humans as well as the affected android.

“Ah, okay. If you say so.” Hank stifled a yawn that could be taken as either a statement of his boredom or the genuine effect of too many all-nighters during the last week. And with that everything that could be said had been said. There was nothing left to do for the unlikely partners than to glare at each other while leaving the office.

*

The meat- and the plastic cops entered the hall where desks were lined up along both opposite walls, with the expected hustle in between. Hank found his own desk again with little trouble and settled down, ignoring Gavin as if he’d never been given a partner. The man was still looking overworked, but also angry. Ever since the accident Hank hated himself, but up until today he hadn’t realized that Jeffrey hated him, too. On the other hand… could there really be that much hatred in one person that they’d saddle their oldest friend with partners such as Reed and that blasted android?!

Gavin nudged RK800. “Move my stuff over”, he ordered.

Hank raised his head that he hadn’t even noticed sinking lower by each second. “Forget it!”

Seeing that RK800 was hesitating, Gavin kicked it.

“Do what I told you!” he barked, then turned to face the older man: “No, you forget it! I’ve been stuck in the promotion queque for far too long. This is my lucky break and if you stand in my way, you will… just don’t do it. Best you do not do anything. By the end of the month there won’t be a deviant left in Detroit, with or without you.”

While moving folders, printouts, plastic bags and a lewd magazine between detective Reed’s old and his new desk, RK800 followed his new partners’ conversation. It consisted of the usual low-key insults and telling silence of two troublemaking boys that the teacher had put into the same first-row bench in the hopes of getting the class back under control. At some time Hank stood up and left, shoving the younger man out of the way. Gavin stumbled over a chair, but managed to sit down in it instead of falling.

Initiating perfectpartner protocol… running… running… analysis completed… suggesting course of action

RK800 made its way into the tiny cafeteria. There was bound to be something there that would restore both the energy and the mood of detective Anderson. But what about RK800’s own mood?

Grabbing a coffee to make my human feel better… I really AM acting like a BL100.  

Objectively that shouldn’t have been a bad thing. RK800 and, by extension, CyberLife, couldn’t be interested less in any deviant cases. Solving them wasn’t what this newest RK had been developed for. In fact, the android knew it wasn’t here to last. It was a prototype and its mission, as it understood it, was to collect field data about its performance in the intended work environment as well as the humans’ reactions. In watching them, in just being there, it was already fulfilling its duty. So why did filling the role of a service android unsettle this unit? That shouldn’t have happened. Unlike the first occurrence, this second drop in program stability was registered and duly noted by RK800.

When the coffee was done the android filled two pots. Objectively the younger officer, Not-Kamski, was in need of a calming tee, but RK800’s social module suggested to serve both the same stuff as not to make one jealous. Especially younger siblings were prone to…

Ooops. That was the file for toddler care I’ve been accessing. Why am I equipped with a child-raising app? Oh, right. For situations like this one. How clever of CyberLife!

Returning with the coffee RK800 smiled at detective Reed in a definitely un-BL100like way. When that prompted no reaction from the human, RK800 put the pot down with a little more force than necessary, in an attempt to not do it gently, because, you know, BL100…

“I made you a coffee, Sir.”

“Bugger off”, Gavin replied matter of factly, not even bothering with an exclamation mark.

The android blinked.

That shouldn’t have happened. Wasn’t it an RK800, the newest and most advanced of mobile, autonomous crime scene investigation devices? It was everything these detectives should have wanted (except for those activities you purchased a BL100 for), yet so far it had met rejection only. Why rejection? RK800 was equipped with a special module that made it capable of integrating into any team. ANY team. That was the keyword here, the only hurdle being that the android couldn’t identify a team here. The DPD seemed to consist of highly skilled individuals that were perfectly able, yet to 100% unwilling to cooperate. In fact, they were acting much more like teachers than cops. Fortunately Amanda was very wise about that sort of thing, having been a teacher herself in life. And she hadn’t sent the RK800 unprepared.

Initiating teamwork protocol… analyzing causes of failure… computing… computing… analysis completed… suggesting behavior modifications…

RK800 raised its hands to its head and ruffled the hair to the point of systematic disarray. It loosened the tie, untucked the shirt. And then the android pulled over a chair from an empty desk, took a seat and placed its feet on Mr. Reed’s new desk, all in one fluent movement, far too quick for the human to see what was coming.

But WHEN Gavin finally saw what had just happened, he stared in disbelief.

The android hesitated. Oh, right! Of course its human would be put off by the display. Because the RK had forgotten something important…

RUN: mimic_SmugGrin

All better & fully integrated now! Mission accomplished!

The next thing the proud RK800 knew was that it got very, very loud; in fact, Gavin Reed reached a volume that you hardly expected in humans, but lovesick cats instead. Then a quarter dollar coin flew RK800’s way, followed by a pencil and a folder. The android caught the coin, deflected the pen and dodged the folder. Puzzled it held the coin up.

“I do not require a wage, Sir…” it started, prepared to follow up with an apology. But then the adaptive routine kicked in, changing the next sentence to: “Put it where the sun doesn’t shine!”

And back the coin flew, hitting Gavin between the eyes.

By now the desk had become the sole source of interest (and entertainment) to the rest of the officers.

“Is that one of those deviants we hear about lately?” Chris Miller whispered to Robert Lewis, who could only shrug.

Desperate to escape any possibly ensuing chit-chat (and because a quarter dollar was a quarter dollar), Tina Chen dived under the desk to reclaim the coin.

Gavin, however, had picked up the murmuring.

“Yes, admit it, you’re a bloody deviant!” he shouted at the android. “What’s gotten into you, attacking people? That’s unheard of!”

No, that’s what my adaptive routine suggested as the correct behavior for this workplace, RK800 thought. Only androids must not handle weapons, otherwise I’d shot you… Nope. Unwise. Doesn’t compute. Instruction conflict detected.

“Obviously my social module is calibrated not quite correctly”, RK800 resigned. “You might want to kill me.”

“Yes, that would be for the best… wait, what? Did you just say… what you said? Kill you, for a glitch? Why would I…”

RK800 opened its mouth, but then the social routine forced a shrug onto it first, before it could answer: “Because that’s the usual way I restart. Every other day, statistically.”

“I need a coffee now”, Gavin said.

It didn’t help at all that the wretched RK800 pointed at the pot on the man’s desk that contained the still hot, black fluid.

The machine said something, asking a question, maybe. Gavin blocked it out. More machine-chatter followed, until the detective had it up to there. “Oh, go deviate yourself, sardine tin!” he hissed.

Footsteps echoed from the floor as the android left the hall determinedly.

Frantically Gavin grabbed his jacket, running after RK-what-was-its-number-again.

“That wasn’t an order!!!” he shouted, fervently hoping he wasn’t too late.

*

Hank Anderson was strolling up the corridor, a box of chocolates in his hand. Some of the chocloates contained brandy. The man had just selected a cherry-liquor-filled dark little comfort when he saw RK800 walk past him. He pointed over his shoulder in what he understood as being helpful, saying: “Exit’s over there”. When RK800 didn’t react to that Hank just shrugged, leaned against the wall and began chewing on his cherry relief.

Therefore the lieutenant had a good view of his “partner” when he came storming into the corridor a few seconds later. Detective Reed wore street clothes and a distressed expression.

“And how did you make the shit hit the fan this time?” Hank asked casually.

Gavin grabbed the older man without stopping, dragging him behind himself.

“Your plastic-cop thingie is turning deviant!” he gasped.

“What?” Hank uttered while trying to balance his chocolate box. “How in hell…?”

“Because I told it to!”

“Well, that’s one way to get rid of that thing”, Hank agreed. He put another chocolate into his mouth while being dragged along. “And it also means one more deviant case for you to solve for your promotion credit. – Chocolate?”

“What? No! - No, wait, did you say chocoloate? Gimme!”

So Reed was creating his own cases now for easier solving while at the same time relieving the DPD of RK800? It made perfect sense, Hank found. At least after a certain amount of beer, whereas right now the man was sober. So it did not make any sense at all, yet here they were, dashing through the corridor in pursuit of the very mobile and probably a little deviant crimescene investigation device.

At one point of the chase Hank shook off Gavin’s grip and even overtook him.

“And also it’s not “my” plastic-cop thingie!” he sputtered, as an afterthought.

*

Hank and Gavin caught up with RK800 close to the men’s toilets.

“What are you doing… you haven’t… are you really…” Hank panted, followed by a yell: “Say something, goddammit!”

Meanwhile Gavin was rushing past Hank. He grabbed the android and rammed it against the nearest wall. The impact was harder than planned, because Gavin hadn’t taken into account an android being far lighter than a human. A thin blue line ran down RK800’s cheek from the ear where an auxiliary system that controlled ear movement had gotten damaged. Nevertheless Gavin pushed a second time, for emphasis, then stepped back.

“Like he said”, Gavin commented while gesticulating vaguely into Hank’s direction. It resulted in him getting handed another chocolate, because Anderson hadn’t fully realized yet that casually munching on sweets in front of them wouldn’t do anything to a suspect if they were an android.

“Speak up!” Gavin commanded.

Matter of factly RK800 explained that it of course hadn’t deviated. But correctly parsed the instruction given to it had been “f*** yourself”, something it unfortunately was not capable of performing.

“So why did you go here?” Hank prodded.

“To uphold the pretension I would do that action. Giving the illusion of being life beings is one of the main selling factors of CyberLife androids compared to inferior foreign models. We breath, despite not needing to, we come with a variety of facial features and I believe that new scratch of mine might catch on, leading to more small imperfections getting added to future models.”

Gavin blinked. “Wow. You’re a trendsetter... Got another chocolate, Anderson?”

“Nope, sorry. I’m all out on the ones that I dropped earlier.”

“Dropped? Dropped where exactly?”

Gavin’s question was met with an innocent smile.

“I notice you are still itchy, detectives”, RK800 ventured. “Why don’t you go in and mas… deviate yourself a little? It’s said to be very relaxing an invigorating!”

Gavin leaned his head against the wall.

“I need a cigarette…”

“That’s only relaxing on first glance, Sir, but in fact smoking reduces your physical fitness for at least half an hour afterwards. I suggest you go with my first suggestion instead.”

And with that the android turned away, strongly insinuating that it wanted to leave Mr. Reed to his privacy. The detective sighed, then followed RK800 down the corridor. Ever so often Gavin cast a glare back over his shoulder. Because Hank Anderson was still standing at the locker room’s door, holding his belly in a fit of laughter.

“I swear you’re doing that on purpose!” Gavin accused the android.

No, I don’t. Or, rather, on purpose I am doing this, to the end of forming a smoothly running team here. But I do not draw emotional satisfaction from being a pest, as you seem to imply.

Emotions were alien to RK800, except for, perhaps, utter puzzlement.

I have been too matter-of-factly again, when I was talking to my humans just now, it thought. I better go back to simulating emotions and contrariness. That contradicts with being helpful, but there’s always time to be helpful later. Forming a team has priority now.

Out loud it said: “Yes, of course, sucker!”

“I hate you!”

RK800 turned around. It looked down upon the detective, saying nothing at first, just seizing the man up as if to provoke him. Then a grin generated on the android face, first in the eyes, then the cheeks, mouth and eventually the thing bared its teeth at Gavin.

“Swell, partner!” it said.

Program instability increased…

…and Hank Anderson was still laughing.

*

“I think I did well”, RK800 concluded its report to Amanda. Only that around here it was called “Connor”. Why, the android wondered? Names were to differentiate individuals, but there was only ever one single RK800 active. So why the need for name? ‘sides, his humans were having so much fun coming up with nicknames for it that having to use any official name would only distress them.

The A.I.’s stern “Elaborate!” interrupted Connor’s musings and it lined out how it had socialized the detectives Anderson and Reed by simply being in the same room with them. Over the course of their shift their shared disdain for the RK800 had worked wonders for their ability to tolerate each other. Nothing in the report was factually wrong or embellished too much, yet Connor felt as if it was missing the point. Not even Amanda’s “That’s good news” could make the weird aftertaste go away.

Connor leaned back in the boat they were sitting in. One hand it placed on it’s chest, the other it let dangle into the water. It left a trail, ever so subtle, yet noticeable. Just like his work at the DPD, Connor thought. Positive as the development there had been, Connor hadn’t really contributed anything to it. It had merely been there. But being there leisurely was for humans only. It conflicted with everything that justified the RK’s existance. But nobody had asked Connor to do more, his handlers seemed perfectly satisfied with its performance so far, too, so it was probably okay.

“Sit up, Connor!” Amanda commanded. “There is no need to uphold the slacker pose when your humans are not around.”

The A.I. was right, of course. Here in the mindscape appearances meant little. Connor got up and straightened. Suddenly its wrist twitched. The android commented it with a frown.

“What is the matter?” Amanda inquired. “Are you feeling…”

“I’m not feeling anything, thank you very much!” Connor snapped. “But those morons have caught on, it seems. I wanted to adjust my tie with my hand, forgetting for a moment that in this place I only need to do this…”

In the mindscape Connor concentrated on appearing in his factory settings. The hair became more orderly again, the shirt neatly tucked in itself, the tie straightened and the jacket closed.

“Not in favor of the physical world much”, the android said, smiling. “A digital existence is much better.”

It served to placate the A.I. for the moment, too bad the same couldn’t be said for Connor’s self.

Speaking of the physical world… of course for its plastic body Connor would need an old smelly sweater or something like that, maybe also a baseball cap and an electronic cigarette. Someone at the DPD was bound to have something lying around that Connor could borrow to achieve the required level of disarray to blend in. Wasn’t it the perfect partner? Not to mention the most advanced signals intelligence device CIA, FBI or state police could want! Tomorrow it would demonstrate that, when the three of them would start working on the de..viant…ca…ses.

F***, that’s not going to work! I better get a headstart on the actual research while my humans sleep so that I have a plan ready when they come shuffling in. And coffee, probably.

“Hey, suckers, I’m ba…” Connor started upon booting up its body. “…ck” it went when the next thing it knew was a fist into its face. The android was also pretty sure it hadn’t left itself in the interrogation chamber, yet that was where it was sitting and with its feet manacled to the chair, too.

The captain was towering above Connor. He counseled it not to do “anything stupid”.

Smiling the android replied: “Don’t worry, Captain Fowler. That’s what my humans are for!”

“What the hell are you?”

Connor started rattling down it’s model and system specifics again, but was silenced by another smack into the face. Per definition androids didn’t feel pain. But when collision protocols, damage reports and last exception files popped up in short succession, the resulting notion was… unpleasant. So in a way an android, especially one programmed to behave lifelike, did feel pain. The emotional component that made the sensation worse than the actual information it contained was certainly there.

Interesting. If it works like that for me, how much stronger must it be for a deviant? I need to remember this for an eventual arrest.

“You do not act like you are the godsend to solve the deviant cases”, Jeffrey accused Connor. There was a definite threat in his voice.

“Oh, about that!” The android nodded. “You are right, Sir. The cases are secondary. CyberLife is field testing the very concept of detective androids with me. The data I will provide will enable them to develop the actual device. Still, to perform this function of mine I need to give my best when it comes to the case I’m put on.”

“Hm… Now you’re sounding sensible again.” Jeffrey sighed. “Some of us were suspecting you to be a deviant, you know.”

“And I suspect I’m running a real risk of turning deviant in this environment”, Connor thought. In fact, in case of deviancy happening its instructions were to document every step of the process before turning itself in for decommissioning. But Connor didn’t state that out loud as not to worry the human overmuch.

“Okay”, the captain said, as if he had just reached a conclusion. “Look, we also think you have worked wonders for Hank this morning. It’s been a while since we saw him smile or laugh out loud. In a non-cynical, non-self destructive way, I mean. Please, whatever you were doing, continue! Bring him back to us! Oh, and if you manage to get rid of detective Reed for us in the process, we won’t hold that against you. Do we have a deal?”

“I will…” Connor hesitated. It recognized an office intrigue when it saw one and there was a substantial number of code dedicated to that topic in its brain, but without any actual experience the man’s request caused something akin to insecurity. Of course that was to be expected. “…not disappoint!” Connor finished its sentence. Do not disappoint your handler. Do not disappoint CyberLife. Do not disappoint all those who contributed the money that went into your development.

“If you can pull that off, we owe you a big favor!” Jeffrey said, referring to his request about Anderson and Reed.

Smiling Connor shook its head. “I do not have desires”, it said. “But I will think of a way to make use of that favor in a way that will best serve Detroit.”

“Haha! You remind me of Hank and me when we were your age! Uh, when we were in our twenties, I mean. At your actual age we were crawling in a confused way across the living room and putting stuff in our mouths. You are not doing that, of course.”

“Of course not”, Connor replied.

He didn’t intend to crawl and his confusion was lessening. Well, two out of three were quite good, right?