#not me and eclipse awakened something in me

[slaytthaphan]

honestly never thought i was a bitter singleton until i saw ep 12 of eclipse where akk and ayan were wearing their matching hoodies and holding hands…i was crying and rolling on the ground

[tinycowboybro]

Lord, please make me love myself, so that i might love you ☆

[xtra7s]

Hi hi omg i love your writing it’s amazing! Can i request a Reneè fic where reader is in a famous band and admits in an interview how much she loves and admires Reneè (yk that clip where Reneè is like “Date me” for Rachel Mcadams) and Reneè responds and they get close and collaborate or whatever you want!

𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐝

Pairing: Renee Rapp x Reader

Synopsis: Y/N, the bassist for Eclipsed, gives Renee some props during an interview and ends up hanging out with her.

Content: mainly fluff

Word Count: 2k

a/n: okay so this one was a bit confusing to write mainly because I felt like nothing was really going on, I didnt know if you wanted smut or something else so I apologize if it isnt what u wanted :(

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The excitement buzzed in the air as Y/N YL/N, the talented bassist of the rising rock band "Eclipsed," prepared for a much-anticipated interview. The band had been making waves in the music scene, and the media was eager to learn more about the individuals behind the electrifying sound. Y/N, known for their skillful bass playing and enigmatic stage presence, was ready to share their journey.

The interview took place in a trendy studio, with the band seated on a chic, modern couch. Y/N's fingers idly traced the frets on their bass, a well-worn instrument that had seen countless gigs and late-night jam sessions. The interviewer, a music journalist with an infectious passion for the industry, dove straight into the questions.

"So, Y/N, let's start with your musical journey. How did you find your way to the bass guitar?" the interviewer inquired, leaning forward.

Y/N grinned, the memory of their musical awakening evident in their eyes. "I actually started with the guitar, but one day, I heard this deep, resonant bass line that just spoke to me. It was like the heartbeat of the song, and from that moment, I was hooked. I switched to the bass, and it felt like coming home."

The rest of the band nodded in agreement, acknowledging the pivotal role Y/N played in shaping the band's distinctive sound. The lead singer, Maya, chimed in, "Y/N brings a unique energy to our music. The bass lines add a whole new layer, creating this dynamic and powerful sonic landscape."

As the conversation flowed, the interviewer shifted gears, asking about the band's creative process. Drummer Alex spoke about the collaborative nature of their songwriting, while the guitarist, Jake, discussed the influences that shaped their sound. Y/N interjected with tales of late-night jam sessions and the organic evolution of their music.

"We all bring something different to the table," Y/N explained. "It's like a musical potluck. Each of us has our own tastes and influences, and when we come together, it creates this fusion of sound that defines Eclipsed."

The conversation turned to the band's recent successes, including a sold-out show and a growing fan base. Y/N's eyes sparkled with gratitude as they reflected on the journey.

"It's been incredible," Y/N shared. "Our fans are amazing. They connect with the raw emotion in our music, and that's the most rewarding part. Music is a language that transcends words, and seeing people resonate with what we create is truly humbling."

As the interview with Eclipsed continued, the interviewer shifted gears, a mischievous glint in their eyes.

"Now, Y/N, the music world is full of incredible artists, and one rising star who seems to have captured a lot of attention is Renee Rapp. Have you had the chance to meet her, and what are your thoughts on her music?" the interviewer inquired, a sly smile playing on their lips.

Y/N's expression lit up at the mention of Renee Rapp. "Oh, Renee is fantastic! I haven't had the pleasure of meeting her in person yet, but I'm a big fan of her work. Her music has this raw authenticity that really resonates with me. It's always refreshing to see artists who pour their heart and soul into their craft."

The rest of the band nodded in agreement, expressing their admiration for Renee Rapp's talent. Maya, the lead singer, chimed in, "I love how she fearlessly embraces her uniqueness. It's inspiring to see artists who aren't afraid to be true to themselves, both in their music and their persona."

The interviewer pressed a bit further, asking if there were any specific songs or aspects of Renee Rapp's music that Y/N found particularly inspiring. Y/N thought for a moment before responding, "I really connect with the way she uses her voice to convey emotion. It's powerful and evocative. As musicians, we're always drawn to those artists who can create a genuine connection with their audience, and Renee does that exceptionally well."

The conversation then meandered into a discussion about musical influences, with each band member sharing their favorite artists and the impact those musicians had on their own sound. It was clear that Eclipsed Echoes drew inspiration from a diverse range of genres and artists, contributing to the richness of their music.

"And, Y/N, given that you've expressed admiration for Renee Rapp's talent, do you have any comments for her?" the interviewer asked, a faint hint of curiosity in their tone.

Y/N, ever composed, smiled with her teeth. "I do,-" She paused, looking at the camera directly. "Keep your head up, bitch. you're effortlessly you and that shit is wicked. You gotta remember the comments of your loved ones are the only ones that matter."

The rest of the band nodded in agreement, sensing the delicate nature of the question. Maya, the lead singer, added, "Absolutely. It's crucial to separate someone's art from their personal lives. We're all here because of our love for music, and that's what we should celebrate."

The interviewer, quickly shifted gears steering the conversation back toward the band's music and upcoming projects. Y/N, always poised and focused on the music, gracefully navigated through the interview, steering it away from personal matters and back into the realm of creativity and passion.

As the interview concluded, it was evident that the members of Eclipsed were not only talented musicians but also individuals who valued respect and professionalism in their interactions. The episode served as a reminder that, while curiosity about an artist's personal life may arise, the primary focus should always remain on the artistry and creativity that unite the diverse and dynamic world of music.

A few days after the interview, Y/N found a pleasant surprise in their Instagram inbox. It was a message from none other than Renee Rapp herself. Excitement bubbled within Y/N as they read the message.

"Hey Y/N! 🌟 I caught your interview, and it was awesome hearing your thoughts on my music. Your band's sound is killer! Would love to chat more and maybe hang out sometime. What do you say?"

Y/N quickly replied, expressing their gratitude and enthusiasm for the unexpected message. The conversation flowed effortlessly as they exchanged thoughts about music, shared favorite artists, and found common ground in their passion for creating authentic, powerful art.

Renee suggested meeting up for a casual hangout, perhaps grabbing coffee or exploring a local record store. Y/N eagerly agreed, and plans were set in motion for a meeting between two talented musicians who had connected through their shared love for the art form.

As the day of the meetup arrived, Y/N couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves. They met Renee at a cozy cafe, and from the moment they greeted each other, it was clear that the connection extended beyond the digital realm. The conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with laughter, shared stories of musical journeys, and a mutual appreciation for the creative process.

Y/N and Renee's casual hangout unfolded into an afternoon of shared laughter, animated discussions about music, and an undeniable chemistry that lingered in the air. The cozy cafe provided the perfect backdrop for their burgeoning connection, with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee enhancing the warmth of the atmosphere.

As they chatted about their favorite bands and musical influences, Y/N couldn't help but be captivated by Renee's infectious enthusiasm. The conversation flowed seamlessly between topics, from the intricacies of songwriting to the exhilarating rush of performing on stage. Each shared anecdote deepened the connection, forging a bond between two artists who understood the unique challenges and joys of their chosen path.

The flirtatious banter began subtly, with playful glances and gentle teasing. Renee's laughter resonated like a melody, and Y/N found themselves drawn to her magnetic energy. As they strolled through a nearby record store, fingers lightly brushing against vinyl covers and sharing recommendations, the air seemed charged with an unspoken tension.

At a moment of quiet contemplation in the record store, Renee's gaze met Y/N's, and a playful smirk played on her lips. "You know," she said with a twinkle in her eye, "your interview made me curious. You mentioned appreciating someone's art without focusing on appearance. Do you always manage to separate the two?"

Y/N felt a flush of warmth creeping up their cheeks, realizing the subtle shift in the conversation. With a coy smile, they responded, "Well, I believe in appreciating the beauty in everything, whether it's in the artistry of music or… other things."

The air between them crackled with a newfound tension, and as they continued to explore the record store, the playful exchanges deepened into a more overt flirtation. A gentle touch on the arm here, a lingering gaze there—each gesture spoke volumes, creating an atmosphere charged with unspoken desire.

As they wrapped up their hangout, Y/N and Renee exchanged contact information, promising to meet again soon. The connection they forged went beyond the shared love for music, evolving into a magnetic attraction that lingered in the air, leaving both of them eager to explore the potential of this unexpected and thrilling connection.

In the days that followed their initial hangout, Y/N and Renee's connection deepened through playful messages and shared playlists. Their conversations became increasingly laced with flirtatious undertones, a dance of words that hinted at a mutual attraction.

One evening, Y/N received a message from Renee suggesting a joint songwriting session. The prospect of collaborating ignited a spark of excitement in Y/N, and they eagerly agreed. As they settled into the cozy ambiance of Y/N's home studio, surrounded by musical instruments and the gentle hum of creativity, the air seemed charged with both anticipation and a growing sense of intimacy.

As they worked on a new song, Y/N couldn't help but notice the subtle shifts in Renee's body language—the way she would lean in slightly, the lingering touches on shared instruments, and the occasional laughter that held a hint of something more. The energy between them was palpable, a magnetic force drawing them closer with each passing moment.

Renee, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, suggested taking a break and grabbing a snack from the kitchen.

As Y/N and Renee took a break in the cozy kitchen, the atmosphere crackled with a potent blend of creative energy and unspoken desire. The shared laughter and flirtatious banter lingered in the air, creating a magnetic pull that neither could ignore. Renee, feeling the palpable tension, decided to take a bold step.

As they stood near the kitchen island, discussing the finer details of their latest composition, Renee's gaze lingered on Y/N's lips. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she leaned in, closing the distance between them and placing her hands on Y/N's waist. Time seemed to slow as Y/N felt the soft warmth of Renee's lips pressing against their own, and their back hitting the counter.

The kiss was electric, a spontaneous spark that ignited a fire between them. Y/N, momentarily stunned, soon reciprocated, their hands instinctively finding each other in a gentle embrace. The kitchen became a canvas for this unexpected moment, a dance of passion and shared connection against the backdrop of a creative haven.

Breaking the kiss, Renee grinned, her eyes filled with a mixture of playfulness and genuine affection. "Well, that was unexpected," she teased, her fingers gently tracing patterns on Y/N's arm.

Y/N, catching their breath, couldn't help but smile in response. "Glad you did it, Renee."

The shared laughter that followed sealed the moment, turning the kitchen into a haven where the boundaries between music and personal connection blurred. As they chatted over a plate of shared snacks, their knees brushed against each other under the table, creating a subtle yet electrifying connection. As they returned to their songwriting session, the newfound intimacy lingered, infusing their creative collaboration with an electrifying energy that promised more harmonies to come. The kitchen island, witness to the impromptu kiss, became a symbol of the uncharted territory their connection was now exploring.

[milkyrrr]

(Inspired by @mono-the-robot artwork)

Awakening

Emptiness. Silence. Darkness.

Nothing. That's all Eclipse felt when he died. He didn't want anything. He didn't wish anything. Only rest in peace.

What was he feeling when he suddenly woke up? He could feel his whole body itching and aching with pain. He couldn't even make a sound to express how uncomfortable he was. He didn't understand what was going on. Some kind of noise that seemed to be trying to get through the vacuum to his auditory module, the darkness gradually dissipating in front of his visual module and turning into a vague veil before his eyes... Where is he?.. What is happening?.. Is this life after death?..

The body gave in to the movements with difficulty. Eclipse could barely move a finger, let alone turn his head and look around.

Hunger. This is the next thing he felt after the aching pain all over his body. He felt hunger with every cell of his body, with every atom of his existence. Is it possible? He's an animatronic, they don't need to eat food!

But...

It was a wild hunger. The desire to tear apart. Biting into someone's throat. To hear the screams of agony and horror of the victim.

What is it? Had the kill code awakened in him? No, Eclipse did not deny, he always had a craving for murder, he literally consisted of it, but it seemed to him that he put this thirst for murder and the suffering of victims into Bloodmoon, partially getting rid of it in himself. He wanted to be smarter than his dumb father and... brothers? Children? Eclipse didn't care about these family ties. He considered Bloodmoon to be nothing more than a creation that got out of control. Oh, if he had been a little more far-sighted then, he and Bloodmoon could have made a lot of chaos. Perhaps his plan could even come true.

But that was in the past. He died. So why does he feel this way then?

"....ke up..."

What?

"......Wake up....."

Where did that voice come from?

"Wake up, Eclipse."

Eclipse felt an electric shock run through his body. And then finally he heard himself. He screamed.

And he saw.

"Oh, I see you're already awake," nodded someone standing in the shadows, quickly clicking something on some device and turning off the flow of electricity. Eclipse felt his arms and legs become lighter. He was able to get up and sit down on the table where he had been lying all this time. Oh, that's it. He was literally strapped in without being able to move. That was the reason of the strange pressure on his whole body.

Head tightened into a ring of pain. Eclipse growled in displeasure, clutching it and squinting. It hurted so much. Unfortunately, it doesn't feel like life after death. It usually doesn't hurt after death. At least, not in such a "mortal" way if that was even possible.

"I'm hungry," Eclipse said irritably, realizing that he wasn't alone in this strange dim room, "I don't know who you are and nor do I care, because you're going to die right now."

The animatronic abruptly jumped up from his bunk, rushing towards the shadow in the dark. But suddenly his whole body shuddered and froze just a few inches away from the stranger. Eclipse opened his eyes wide in amazement.

Those eyes....

"What is it? Why did you stop?" He heard the sneer in fusion's voice.

He knew this guy. This dumb fusion... They didn't cross paths personally, but Eclipse knew of his existence.

How... what... Why?...

"Why?"

"Why what, dear? You should word your questions more precisely if you want to hear accurate answers," Ruin cooed playfully, bypassing Eclipse and finally appearing in full height in front of him. His mutilated body left a lot to be desired, there was a feeling that it was enough to bend this little man for him to split in half. But for some reason, Eclipse couldn't hurt him.

"Why did you remade me? Without a purpose? For fun? In order to use in your stupid doomed to fail plans? What do you want from me?" He growled in displeasure. Head still hurt. And hunger burned inside. Eclipse roared in angrily, slamming his fist hard against the iron wall, leaving a small dent.

Ruin didn't even flinch.

"Don't worry, my dear Eclipse. I'll give you a purpose. I am your purpose," he took Eclipse's face in his hands, forcing him to bend over, "Oh, I see... I see this anger and hunger in your eyes... You're just gorgeous," he whispered enthusiastically.

"My perfect creation. Don't worry, this is just the beginning of our rise. Very soon our eclipse will cover the sun, the moon, and no one will stop us. Come on, my errand boy. I know how to satisfy your hunger..."

[prismaticpichu]

Tw for descriptions of Blood/Injury ❤️

Major angst- Nibelheim- what even is this?

~

The man's face contorted in what could only be described as unfathomable pain, mercifully sedated by the numbing haze of sleep yet still potent enough to cause the beaded visage of pale skin to shift and furrow against whatever it was that was plaguing him. Shallow and strained breaths scythed through his lips like invisible blades, each labored slice erratically laced with a faint but unmistakable groan or hiss that rode the tormented undercurrent of his respiration, mercury-pink bangs spilling like sweaty tendrils over the taut countenance and wetly brushing his cheeks as the man tossed and turned against the pillow. His hands clutched at the crinkled blankets, desperate yet feeble, as if a small child trapped in the throes of a nightmare—unable to awaken.

Zack had never felt so helpless in his life.

“Seph…” The First’s voice was failing him, his legs boneless and watery as he made his way across the bedroom, his breath slowly withering away to a rattled breath as he kneeled beside his friend. “Hey… can you hear me, pal? It’s me… it’s Zack. I’m right here now.”

Strained silence, filled only with the strained mumbles and groans

Zack swallowed thickly.

“What’s going on up there? What the heck happened…?” Blue eyes blinked back the encroaching mist, batting away the horrid memory. Batting away all of it—all of it was horrid, from the moment he and Seph stepped foot in that accursed Reactor to the grisly contours of the Makonoids to the vague migraine Seph suffered to the name arching above the chamber to the questions surfaced to the way his vague headache suddenly…

Zack’s eyes boiled with mist.

Raw, guttural—like a wounded animal letting out a blood-curdling shriek of pain. Never had Zack heard Seph scream like that before; never had he heard anyone scream like that before, so utterly agonized and vile, as if the man’s insides were being set ablaze from the inside, and spinning around in a tempest of terror to see Seph’s hands clawing into his skull. Crimson gushed and blossomed over the topmost silver strands, emerald eyes blazing and wide, his mouth pried agape as the agonized scream tore through his asunder and erupted like a shrill grenade around the Mako and machinery.

And he collapsed, crumpling.

“SEPH!”

He caught the man before he could make impact, a warm splash of blood spitting against his chest as the man crumbled into his lap—continuing to hiss and shriek, his eyes now clamped, convulsing and shaking, continuing to violently clasp his skull as if it were in danger of bursting.

“Oh my god… oh my god…” Zack’s body was torn between cradling his friend and pulling Seph’s bloodied nails away from his scalp, his heart palpitating at a painful frequency, his breath turning against him and constricting in his throat. “Seph… Seph! What’s wrong?! What the hell is going on?! Gen—GENESIS! Do SOMETHING.”

Desperate, his gaze shot up to the crimson SOLDIER, whose once vulpine eyes had now been completely eclipsed and subdued into an inexplicable terror of his own. Mouth ajar, he took several shaky steps back—wing quivering, color leeched from his face.

“I… I don’t… This wasn’t supposed to—“

“No… NO.” Seph hissed through his caged jaws, vaguely kicking against the metal, writhing and tensing in Zack’s trembling arms. “NO.”

“Hey, hey…!” Zack was trying his best to soothe his friend, holding him against his chest with fierce, unbridled intensity. “Hey, hey…—Oh my god… holy shit… Your scalp—CLOUD!”

Sephiroth kicked again, quaking and wriggling, his lungs never stopping to inflate again.

“CLOUDDDD!” he shrieked at the top of his lungs, shrieking to be heard over the man’s hellish screams. “I NEED HELP!”

He swept bloody ribbons away from his friend’s forehead, leaving damp streaks, revealing a ten-fingered gash raked beneath the mercury nest.

“Shit shit shit shit shit…! Genesis! Get the trooper outside! PLE—“

The words caught in his throat as Zack looked up and saw the winged man backing away with trembling, boneless legs, his expression bloodless and petrified, a faint ghost of tears casted on his sickly visage as he hobbled backwards and his breath hitched and he tried to mouth words too thick and too real to break through the clog of cotton.

“I’m… I’m sorry—“ was all he could manage, and that was the last Zack saw of him before Sephiroth’s agonizing cries broke Zack’s world into splinters.

“CLOOOUUDDDD!”

Kicking.

“Oh my god…. SIR!”

Trembling.

“What the heck is going on with him…?!”

“I… I don’t know…!”

Hissing.

“We gotta get him back…”

“Oh my god… SHIT. I don’t have any Cures on me.”

Screaming.

“Is it a seizure…?!”

“… I don’t… maybe?! Oh gods… his head—“

“Here! My scarf! Make a tourniquet!”

And screaming.

“You and Tifa know the way back…?”

“Yeah—though it’s gonna take longer without the bridge.”

“Shit… Alright, let’s go.”

And screaming.

“Hey… hey…! Ow—it’s ME, Seph. We got you. We’re getting you help.”

And screaming.

“Don’t worry… shhh… I’m not letting you go, bud. Just hang in there.”

And hissing.

“Just a little bit longer, pal… We’re almost there.”

And panting.

“Hey… hey! He needs help! Where’s the doctor…?!”

And mumbling.

“Alright, bud… alright. I’m handing you to the medics now.”

And breathing.

“I’ll be right there, Seph…”

And further away from the Name.

Jenova…

The catalyst that had been spoken.

Jenova.

Awakened.

Jenova.

Jenova.

Jenova.

~

To be continued? :3c

[nteyamsully]

dad!neteyam were teenage reader gets into a fight and shes like really fucking angry and only neteyam can calm her down and its just loads off comfort and cutesy shit to heal my daddy issues

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫

thank you for the request anon ! instead of teenage reader, i decided to make the reader as the mom but it still focuses on neteyam and his daughter. i just think it'd be cute too to have it from the mom perspective. i hope you enjoyed this <3 a part 2 is coming !

summary they say a fathers' first daughter is a female version of him. neteyam begs to differ because his princess has way too much fire in her than he did.

pairing dad! neteyam x oc! daughter, neteyam x reader

word count 1.7k

warnings edited, neteyam just being a dad girl, suggestive content, just youngest children doing what they want, mentions of bullying, violence such as punching, blood

glossary yawntutsyìp (darling), pa'li (direhorse)

PART 1 ; PART 2 (wip)

You always had believed that having four kids that weren't too old apart would be a wonderful family balance. The second child would have someone to look up to but also have the responsibility of looking after their younger siblings, the third child would not have to rely only on one older sibling but rather two, and the youngest would be able to learn and receive different insights on things from their older siblings. 

Neteyam said that your ideas were always beautiful and well thought. He loved the idea of having a big family with you. And the two of you did. 

Nutxe, your oldest child. While he has his mother's attributes, he behaves precisely like his father. His personality always makes you think of Neteyam. Ki'täm, your second child, was a blessing from Eywa a year later. Identical to his father in every way. Your mate has always made jokes about how three Neteyams would protect you because of how each of his sons were like him. 

But you didn't stop there; two years later, you had another boy. Ateyo, your son who resembles you. Unlike his older brothers, he would rather spend his time in the deepest part of the forest. Violence had never been his thing, so becoming a warrior didn't come naturally to him. 

A year later, Lili was born. Neteyam loves his sons with his whole heart, but when he his daughter came out of your womb, a new sense of protectiveness awakened in him. It was already clear to you that your babygirl would be a daddy’s girl.  

She was constantly spoiled by Neteyam. He was always giving in to her doe eyes, which she used against him since she knew her father would never say no to her. Even as she was growing, she continued using the same tactic. 

Your now-teenage children were leaving the hut as you watched them and spoke enthusiastically about being approved to stay a litte late after eclipse. You sighed disapprovingly and looked at your partner. 

Incongruously, Neteyam smiled. He moved up to you, his chin resting on your shoulder as he encircled your waist with his arms. “They have grown,” he solemnly said. 

“No, Mr. Sully,” you laughed. “You do not get to escape this by throwing the trump card. You have to learn how to say no to Lili.” 

“I cant believe she is thirteen now,” he sighs.

“Neteyam!” you exclaimed, slapping his hand that rested on your hip. 

Your mate chuckles, digging his face on your neck. “I hear you, yawntutsyìp. But know it is difficult when our daughter is exactly like you. Ateyo doesn’t use it against me, but Lili does.” 

“And she knows it. It almost feels like if our youngest child attempts murder, you would let her get away with it because she is your favourite.” 

Neteyam pouted as he took a step back, holding your shoulders gently as he turns you around. “Lili would never attempt murder.” 

“You know what I mean.” 

“Enough.” Neteyam pulls you closer to him by tugging the band of your loincloth. “The children wont be here soon. Let’s do something fun.” 

Your hands rested on his chest. Before a word could leave out of your mouth, he pressed his lips against yours. You didn’t realise how much you’ve missed having moments like this with Neteyam. It has been far too long.

“Cant believe that you managed to get Dad to say yes,” smiled Ki'täm.  

Because their father was aware of the risks posed in Pandora, it was occasionally challenging to win his permission. As lovely as the forest is, it is also dangerous. 

Nutxe scoffed, “That’s because this little manipulative baby sister of ours did her magic.” He playfully glared at her before pinching her cheeks. 

Lili hissed and slapped his hand away. “Be thankful that I had dad say yes because I’m about to make your life more exciting than it was when you were my age,” she says proudly. 

While rolling his eyes, Ateyo kept silent. His sister having anything she wants was never something he liked. At least when she hasn't done anything to deserve it. Never did their father treat them unfairly, though.

Neteyam promised that he would treat all of his children equally. The intense pressure from his father that he experienced as a teenager was something he didn't want with his children. While Neteyam adores his father, he can't help but admit that he was cruel at times.

Ki'täm noticed his younger brothers’ silence, observing how a frown formed on his face. He wrapped an arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer. “What is wrong? I thought you would love this.” 

Ateyo clicked his tongue. “Mom didn’t look like she was happy about it. And you,” he looked at Lili, “stop acting so spoiled.” 

Lili rolled her eyes. “This again. Jealous that I get to do whatever I want?” 

“Why would I be jealous for being a spoiled brat?” he argued. 

“What the hell is your problem?” she exclaimed. “You should thank me that you get to explore the forest around more.” 

Ateyo clenched his jaw, holding himself back from raising his voice. He could feel his anger rising by the second and he knew the choice to keep his mouth shut is better. Lili never backs down from anything she sees as a challenge, and by the looks of her face, she sees her argument with her brother as one too. 

He always had to be the bigger person between them.

Nutxe pushes his arm in between them quickly. “Stop. You are attracting other people,” he whispered harshly before looking around, making sure that his grandfather isn’t on sight to witness this.  

Jake had witnessed far too many of their disputes and had reprimanded them much too frequently when they're involved in violent tussles with other kids. He is Olo’eyktan, it is his duty to make sure there is peace and harmony within the clan. It's not simple at all, especially with his grandchildren causing problems all around. 

Just as Nutxe started to feel relieved that both of his siblings listened to him, it disappeared immediately when he heard a voice laced with venom speak up. 

“Don’t bother, Nutxe. Your baby sister loves all the attention.” 

Risei. She was the bully of the clan. When Lili was a little girl, she witnessed her wrongfully verbally abusing a young na'vi. They were ridiculed only for their personality trait and shyness. Lili reacted angrily to the Risei's audacity by confronting her, however it didn't end happily ever after. And that was how their rivalry began. 

“Do not start, Risei,” Lili snarled, her fists clenched. Ki'täm held her forearm and urged her to walk away, but she didn't budge.

Risei mockingly laughed, “Is that supposed to be a threat? You look like a baby pa’li who reacts when they don’t get what they want!” She peered over her little group, seeing them chuckle at her words which made her ego boost. 

Ki'täm begged, “Lili.” He didn’t want to get in trouble yet, not when he wanted to explore the forest after eclipse. 

“Ah, I forget,” Risei snapped her fingers in fake realization, “You get what you want. You must not know how it feels like, is it why you’re acting like this? Did daddy not give you what you want?” 

And something snapped in the youngest sibling. Lili pushed Ki'täm's hold off of her and scowled at Risei. The girl was too busy laughing with her companions to notice her menacing aura. Risei was caught off guard when she felt something hard make contact with her nose, which caused her to lose her footing and collapse to the ground. 

“I am so sick of you,” Lili seethed. She didn’t give her time to process and hovered above Risei, continuously slamming her fist on to her. 

Risei’s friends hissed and were about to grab Lili, but Ki'täm quickly wrapped his arms on one of them to stop them from getting near. “Nutxe, Ateyo, grab the other two!” he yelled. 

Ateyo groaned. Following what his older brother instructed was not the best course of action, but at this point it seemed to be the only option. If a girl attacked his sister, he would gladly be violent for her, but he knows his father and grandfather would skin him alive. As a result, he followed Ki'täm's suggestion. 

Nutxe rolled his eyes at their stupidity. He quickly stepped in front of one of Risei’s friends, preventing them from interfering. “Do not,” he ordered, which thankfully they listened. He turned back to his sister, seeing that she had completely executed her anger. 

“Lili!” yelled Nutxe. He attempted to pull his sister off her by the shoulders, however, his efforts were futile because she withheld great strength. She’s not recognised as potentially the next best warrior of their clan for no reason. 

But the calls of her name were unheard to her. All she could see is red. Truthfully, she wasn’t angry with Ateyo. Her disagreements with him were monotonous and repetitious, which irritated her. Risei had always bothered her and each time, she bottles up her anger to refrain herself from going feral. Bottling all that anger was clearly a bad idea because it still exploded violently. 

“WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!” A loud and authorative voice boomed. Unfortunately, it didn’t stop Lili. “Hey! That’s enough!” A pair of strong arms engulfed around her, carrying her off the ground. She growled and kicked her feet in the air. 

“Lili te Suli (Y/N)’ite. That’s enough!”  

Her eyes were still filled with rage, but she continued to breathe heavily. Jake studied Risei's features. A cut on her lip and brow, a broken and bleeding nose, and an eye that is beginning to bruise. He shook his head slowly. 

“I am fine,” Lili grumbled in his arms. 

Jake dropped her on the ground lightly, staring at his granddaughter intently. “Yeah, I could see that.”  

Lo'ak arrived on the scene, wondering as to why everyone was gathered in a circle. His father, whose hands were on his hips and who had his niece in his line of sight, caught his attention first. Then he noticed a female who was weeping with a totally messed up face. 

“Oh shit,” he mumbled, eyes wide. 

Jake rubbed his temple. “Lo’ak, call your brother and his mate to meet in the family hut,” he looked at the three boys who stood in their positions nervously, “the rest of you follow me.” 

Lili remained glued to the spot while keeping an eye on Risei. She was completely guilt-free. She had it coming to her. She deserved it after repeatedly harassing and tormenting defenceless people. 

“Lili te Suli (Y/N)’ite. Lets go!”  

The voice of the Olo’eyktan made her move. She knew she’s fucked when her parents will find out and her doe eyes wont work this time.

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[aylacavebear]

The Traveler Masterlist

You're from a specific dimension, Solaris Eclipse. It was a dimension of magic. When your kind, the Eldrathiren, turned fifteen, your unique power would awaken within you. Most times, it was something small, levitation, teleportation, creation, elemental manipulation, and things like that. Once in a while, a fifteen-year-old would just disappear, and those were called Travelers. None of them had ever returned. Your parents had told you stories about them, and you hoped that wouldn't happen to you.

Each Chapter will have its warnings. Pairing Eventually Dean Winchester x OC Reader & Sam Winchester x OC Reader.

A/N: If you'd like to get in on the Dimensional Traveling, go to this link and leave me with a comment, or several, with as much or as little detail about the dimension you'd like the Traveler to end up in. If you'd like to have something specific happen, share that too. I'll make sure that you get credit for the idea you shared in the chapter in which your dimension is featured. I'd love to have as many readers involved as possible. I think this could be a lot of fun.

As always, if you'd like to be tagged, let me know and I'll add you to the tag list.

A/N: 3/31/24 - have to edit the tags a bit, as this one is writing itself in a way I hadn't seen, nor meant for it to go.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 - Earth, 1997 Pt. 1 Chapter 3 - Earth, 1997 Pt. 2 Chapter 4 - Twilight Veil Chapter 5 - Crystalis Canopy Chapter 6 - The Shadowed Abyss Chapter 7 - Earth, 2013 Pt. 1 Chapter 8 - Earth, 2013 Pt. 2 Chapter 9 - Aqualumina Chapter 10 - Levithar Labyrinth Chapter 11 - Earth, 1999 pt 1 Chapter 12 - Earth, 1999 pt 2 Chapter 13 - Earth, 1999 pt 3 Chapter 14 - Wonderland pt. 1 Chapter 15 - Wonderland pt. 2 Chapter 16 - Wonderland pt. 3 Chapter 17 - Wonderland pt. 4 Chapter 18 - Mechoria pt. 1 Chapter 19 - Mechoria pt. 2 Chapter 20 - Mechoria pt. 3 Chapter 21 - Mechoria pt. 4 Chapter 22 - Earth, 1999 & Mechoria Chapter 23 - A World Between Worlds Chapter 24 - Earth, End of January 2002

(There will be more, and I'll be posting these again as soon as I'm done with Wonderland, which has been a joy to write.)

Tag List: @littlemadamred @mxltifxnd0m @foxyjwls007 @supernaturalfreakout @roseblue373

@flamencodiva @reignsboy19 @stillhere197 @hobby27 @megs-gadom

[kakiastro]

How will this eclipse effect you

1. Check the house Aries rules

Any planets in Aries will be heightened more but first check the house.

2. Look at your Mars sign + House it’s in

Aries is ruled by the planet Mars, so your natal Mars is getting eclipsed as well

3. Look at your 1h aka “Your ascendant”

Aries rules the 1h so you need to look there as well

4. Look and see what the current Mars transit sign is in

Mars is currently in Pisces. You need to look to see what the current energy is to help you add pieces to the puzzles

5. Look at the house Pisces is sitting in

Since Mars is in Pisces during the eclipse, this means your Pisces house is also effected by it

Example: this is just a random birth chart I created but we’ll call him Bob. This is just an example to show you how to analyze your own lives

Meet fictional Bob but he’s real in our hearts😅

1. Bob has Aries 3h with 3 planets here

3h- the eclipse can bring out themes regarding his siblings, his communication, his car, something happens in his neighborhood such as car accident or neighbors fight.

Sun- bob is shedding on skin, he’s leaving a lot of his past behaviors in the past. If he loves arts and crafts, he may be starting a new project. He could connecting with people at work or in town, maybe he decides to take a leadership role.

Mercury- he’s going to start being more careful with his thoughts and not let them get carried away. He may feel more bold about speaking up . He may get into an argument or have a tense conversation or his siblings do.

Venus-his self worth and how he views himself, also an old conflict with family or any partnership he’s in. He may have a new fresh perspective on marriage and relationships in general. His finances, finding new ways to make money. He could be relocating to a new location

2. His 3h planetary ruler (Mars) is in his 5h Gemini

This eclipse FOR HIM is very mercurial because his ruler and 3 of his personal planets have Gemini influence all over. He’s healing that inner child and starting to lighten up or he will be in the coming months. 5h is the house of enjoyment, fun and romance! He may start dating again, maybe he’ll write a book. This eclipse is bringing his creative spirit out

3. He’s an Aquarius Rising

He’s in his rebel era, not to mention Pluto is currently in his 1h as well. Now with Aquarius ruling the 1h, this goes back to what I said about connecting with people. He’s going to meet so many new people that can usher in a new perspective in his life. Aquarius is also about being themselves without worrying who likes it or not so bob confidence in who he is will grow.

4. Transit Mars Pisces in the 2h

First thing I noticed is his North Node. With Mars visiting here, Bob is feeling an intense feeling to discover what he’s meant to do and learn in this lifetime. He may be going through a spiritual awakening or had a “AHA!” moment or he will be in the coming months. He may make a living off of his discovered talents. He will be establishing new family roots.

This is just a small and easy way for those who are still learning. I haven’t even dug in deep such as aspects, decans and don’t let me start adding asteroids 😂. As you can see, it’s a very complexed and why it take astrologers son long to examine a chart

[butcherlarry]

Weekly Fic (and Meat) Recs 60

I'M BACK! I had a lovely time on PTO! I went home, visited with family, visited with the cattle, celebrated my birthday, attended a banquet, got a wicked sharp meat cleaver (very excited about this), visited a new arboretum, saw birds, took pictures of birds, and survived the solar eclipse! All and all, a good time all around :) Got some reading done too, so there are fic recs from what I read last week and this week on this list. Also, a meat 101 lesson at the end, USDA beef quality grades edition!

The Brothers Wayne by HaleHathNoFury (My_Trex_has_fleas) - Superbat, wip. An update to the Bruce and Wade Wilson are brothers fic. Some family bonding between the brothers, the only way siblings know how. Beating the shit out of each other :)

Fresh Wounds (Still Cut Deep) by Inkwell1013 - Batfam, complete. A fic inspired by this art from sully-s. Alfred taking care of a newly orphaned Bruce and having no clue what he's doing (except his best).

dead man's party by TheResurrectionist - Batfam, wip. An update to Jason sees ghosts fic (while being haunted by Martha Wayne)

Patroclus by widow_account - Superbat, complete. I shrieked when I saw this fic was completed! I need to go back and reread it again in it's completed glory. Clark is kidnapped and sent to War World to fight. Bruce saves him. Much feels are involved too.

They Also Serve by Ginevra_Benci - Batfam, complete. Alfred wakes up to a surprise, Bruce kidnapping adopting a small angry child (Dick).

Precedent by Cdephiki - Batfam, complete. Damian joins the family early AU! The second fic in the series. This story is about Jason joining the family.

Padam by HaleHathNoFury (My_Trex_has_fleas) - Superbat, wip. More of college Clark at a gay club. Bruce Wayne has entered the chat :)

Just A Little Bit... by HaleHathNoFury (My_Trex_has_fleas) - Superbat, wip. More of eldritch Bruce and alien Clark! A plan is in the making to infiltrate Cadmus. Jason and Dick visit Ivy to ask for help

Unreasonable Love by elizabethgee - Superbat, wip. Bruce and Clark start dating and it is found out by the media. This wouldn't be too much of a problem except the fact that this awakens something in Clark's Kryptonian brain and he gets a little possessive protective of his mate boyfriend :)

shiftwork by TheResurrectionist - Bruce Wayne, complete. A neat fic from an outsider's point of view! Bruce visits one of Wanye Enterprise's worksites.

Oh Can't You See What Love Has Done (What it's Doing to Me?) by dio_icaurtica - Superbat, complete. A fic inspired by this post from frownyalfred!

Patchwork Pod by Ktkat9 - Superbat, Batfam, Superfam, wip. More of the mer Bruce fic! Tim and Bruce are recovering from their injuries.

Azure Catching the Moonlight by RenaiRin - Superbat, wip. Superman gets hit with some pink kryptonite. Be sure to read the tags! :D

Show Me How to Lie (You're Getting Better All The Time) by BookwormByNight - Superbat, wip. A Superman from an other universe shows up in the watchtower. He doesn't want to leave and takes a special interest in Bruce for some reason :)

Bruce Doing Mundane Things by aesthetic_pleasure - Superbat, wip. Exactly what it says in the title. Bruce does mundane things and Clark enjoys watching him do them.

Happy reading!

And now, as promised above:

BEEF QUALITY GRADING 101!

Since I live in the USA, my experience with beef quality grading is with the USDA standards. But, most of these rules (kinda) apply to other countries, they might just have different standards of what carcasses make it into what quality grades (for fun, look up USDA beef marbling cards and then Japanese beef quality grading cards. Marbling that would be acceptable for high quality beef in the US would be considered lower quality in Japan!)

What are USDA beef quality grades? Have you ever been in the grocery store, looked at a package of beef steaks (ribeye, sirloin, strip loin, filets, etc.) and saw a sticker on the package that said "USDA PRIME" or "USDA CHOICE"? That's the beef's quality grade! It determines the worth of the carcass. That, in combination with the Yield Grade (how much sellable meat can a processor/retailer/etc. can get off the carcass) gives you the overall price of the carcass.

There are two major factors that go into determining the quality grade of a carcass, the marbling and the maturity. Marbling is the intramuscular fat (fat inside of the muscle). Since marbling contributes to flavor and tenderness, more marbling is better! Below are the USDA marbling standards for beef carcasses:

The other factor is the maturity of the carcass. This is determined by looking at the ossification (cartilage turning into bone) of the dorsal processes (the long spiny fingers along the back bone) along the spine of the carcass. Look at the cartilage caps in the green boxes in the picture below:

The one on the far left is very white. If you were to scratch it with your fingernail, it would feel smooth. This would be considered an young carcass, or "A" maturity. The more those caps fill with bone, the older the carcass. The one on the far right has those caps completely filled with bone, so that would be considered and older carcasses, or "D" maturity. When a carcass passes into "C" maturity (like the one in the middle), that carcass can no longer be graded in to the higher priced quality grades (USDA Standard to Prime).

The maturity matters because as the animal gets older, they develop more connective tissue in the muscles. This decreases the tenderness of the meat, and consumers don't want to pay more money for tough meat. This is also why meat coming out of the middle of the carcass (along the back, so ribeye and loin) are more expensive. Those muscles have less connective tissue, so they are more tender. The tenderloin (Impress your friends by calling it by it's scientific name, psoas major!) is the most tender muscle on the carcass, so that's why it tends to be the most expensive.

Below is a chart showing what maturities and marbling scores are needed to reach what quality grade. For example, a carcass with "B" maturity and "Modest" marbling would be graded as USDA Choice.

USDA Prime is the highest quality grade a carcass can receive (well, actually USDA High Prime, but I can go more into how that's determined if someone asks about it). The lowest qualty grade you see in a retail store would be USDA Standard. The USDA Commercal, Utility, Cutter, and in the verrrrryyyy tiny corner in the bottom right is Canner. These grades are given to older animals, like old cows and bulls. USDA Commercial might be sold whole muscle (boneless) in restaurants after it has been enhanced (pumped with water, salt, sugar brine to make the meat more flavorful and tender). Otherwise, these carcasses that are lower quality grades are ground up for ground beef! Nothing more tender than ground beef! They can also get canned for canned beef. I have had many delicious meals of beef and noodles from canned beef from my family's herd 😋

As I mentioned before, this quality grade, along with the yield grade, determines the price of the carcass. If you want to check those out, click the link below:

USDA AMS daily beef reports

The report for beef carcass price per hundred weight is the second link down, called "Beef Carcass Price Equivalent Index Value". The USDA Agricultural Marketing Service always has these reports and they are always updating them each day. You will see price fluctuations throughout the year. I looks like for April 12th, the most valuable carcass for that day is a carcass that grades USDA Prime, with a Yield Grade of 1-3, and a hcw (hot carcass weight) of 600-900 lbs. A carcass that hit those standards will get you $297.92 per hundred weight (every 100 lbs, you get that much amount of money). So, a 800 lb carcass that is USDA Prime, Yield Grade 3 is worth $2383.36. This would be considered very rare though. Most carcasses in the US are grading USDA Choice, Yield Grades 1-3.

Anyway! I hope you enjoyed that Beef Grading 101! If you have any questions, feel free to send me an ask! I love discussing this!

[itskindachilly-right]

After Hours (n.s.)

Summary: neteyam being a cutie patootie

Warnings: none

A/n: this is officially my third ff phase wooo (my first being in 2017) avatar has awaken the “writer” in me and I’m here to do my best!! This was supposed to be written as something else but I kept it short and fluffy Enjoy🤭🤭

" gosh yawne!"

You tried to push neteyam away from you but it was impossible when he was literally on top of you.

~~~~~~~~

It was just about to be eclipse when he walked into you guys’ tent seeing you already asleep on your shared mat. He was on a hunting trip with his father that he didn’t want to attend-his father had to damn there drag him out of your home. He already cleaned himself up before he arrived and all he wanted was to lay with you. Be warmed by you. And that’s what he did.

He lays all his things in the corner as quietly as he could though he was probably going to wake you up anyway. He walked over and crouched down next to you. He moved you onto your back -since you were previously laying on your side- removed the blanket and put all his body weight on top of your sleeping figure.

He shimmys around using his knees to move your legs apart to make room for him. You stir at the new weight on you. Your eyes open to see your soon-to-be mate casually getting comfortable on you.

Not realizing you’re fully awake -having ignored your stirring- he moves your arm from where it laid across you stomach so both of you would be skin to skin. He then tucks his arms under your body and lays his face in your neck.

You lay there just to see what he’ll do next because you find this amusing.

Neteyam lets out a content sigh signaling that he’s in his final position and is getting ready to let sleep consume him.

But that’s interrupted by the arm he moved a minute ago raising to his shoulder.

“Gosh yawne” you grumbled with sleep still evident in your voice. You lightly pushed neteyam to attempt at getting him off of you.

And it worked…kinda

He untucked his arms to prop himself up and looked at you with a pout.

“What?” He was basically whining. The way this man looked was something only you were gifted to see. He’s tiredly looking at you half-lidded. Slowly blinking at you. Eyes roaming your face or trying too. Admiring? Waiting I guess. He’s so in love and so tired. But he started whining again.

“This is nothing new.. what’s the problem now??” With a huff he plops his head back on your chest not planning to move any time soon.

You smile at how childish he’s being. He’s cute. “I’m just kidding teyam” you mumble. you run your nails lightly up and down his back. “Caught me a little bit off guard tonight”

He just hums enjoying your hands that are making it hard to focus on whatever you’re saying. He knows you wouldn’t have a problem. You never did. “Night neteyam”

He nods his head - at least that’s what you think he did. Who knows. He’s barely awake. You wait till you hear his breathing get slightly louder which tells you that he fell asleep.

You are this mans safe space. No one has ever made him feel so protected. He’s so tender. So soft and sweet with you.

[chaotikanvas]

Ok, ok, so incoming ramble about the Glamrocks that I keep thinking about under the readmore! 

Disclaimer: I can’t promise too much structure to this since I’m just putting some thoughts down, but hopefully it’s still an enjoyable read or something to think about ghfdkñkjgh

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SO!

A while ago, when I was first planning my first ever fic for SB (which has been thoroughly planned but not written and I haven’t talked about it here at all but that’s! Beside the point!), I started really wondering how the glitch/virus worked (I will keep referring to it as virus as I think it fits a bit more).

And I was so happy that the DLC seemed to be in line with what I was thinking or at the very least it supports my headcanon in a way!

(And oh gosh this is gonna take setting the scene a bit at first so bear with me)

So, I’d like to make a note first of all, that I’m not entirely convinced Glitchtrap is gone, because the end to the princess quest 3 minigame means Vanessa gets freed from possession (via opening the door). There is not a fight with him as a boss that seems to deactivate or get rid of him once and for all, at least. But what happened to him is entirely guesswork on my part. Also, while the DLC implies very strongly that all the other endings are not canon and more stories Gregory drew himself, there are still elements from those endings that I feel cannot be discarded, and they help understand the story. (The blob does exist after all and that is only discovered in the Burntrap ending, and it is my belief that the friend that has the schematics for the underground mentioned by Gregory must be Vanessa, because Freddy seems to have only vague recollections of the place when Vanessa had him clear the way for her before, and also he is not capable of accessing all areas of even the main pizzaplex)

(Also, I squint a little wondering if they changed their minds on which ending was the true ending because the Burntrap ending is the one that has animated cutscenes and a cgi ending image. I actually like that Princess Quest is the canon ending now, since Vanessa gets to be free, but it does come with some inconsistencies. But anyways!!!)

So taking all of that into account! To me, the way the virus works, and considering that there must be a supernatural element to it due to the existence of Glitchtrap, has to do a lot with it locking away the “consciousness” of the animatronics. Much like in the way Vanessa’s true self was locked away actually! In past games, the animatronics only seemed to act outside of their programming due to possession of some kind, but these specific ones seem to actually have self-awareness. I have no doubt that the way they were programmed influences their personality, but the DLC has really emphasized that they are not actually just limited to their functions. 

They have true intelligence! Not a surprise, since Freddy was clearly self-aware since SB, but I like that it seems to be a confirmation of it being the case in general and not just an exception. And I believe this because there are animatronics that are able to snap out of it after Cassie interacts with them. They do seem to think things are normal like any day in the pizzaplex, at first (Eclipse and Roxy) and it would seem like this means they are not truly sentient, but considering that Sun was aware all this time that things were very wrong, and that Moon would attack Cassie if not rebooted, and that Roxy later awakens, realizes the danger and goes to rescue Cassie from the Mimic, makes it clear to me that their self-awareness is the real deal. 

So not only would the virus have to infiltrate the robot’s systems, but it also would have to fight against the “consciousness” of the animatronics to gain control. While we know the Burntrap ending didn’t happen, I think when we see Burntrap trying to take over Freddy is a good visual representation of what might have happened over a long span to the other animatronics.

Ok, ok so! With all that said (again gfkjh)! I’m getting to the main point of this post, which is that I cannot stop thinking about the little backstory we got for Monty and what might have happened with Bonnie!

The damaged model of Bonnie we find in Ruin makes it clear to me that yes, it must have been Monty the one who destroyed him. The scratch grooves that join with the hole in his chest do match with the marks we have seen on other spots, (I thiiink Monty’s room has them), and we know the claws are the characteristic associated with Monty.

(And here I make a sidenote acknowledging some buts, because I went back to read the SB messages, and according to those, Monty only received the upgraded claws to play the bass, which means Bonnie was already gone by then. One of the messages states clearly that Monty received modifications only after being moved to the position of bassist, when Bonnie was out of commission, so either Monty already had really strong claws or it's a bit of an oversight there, but I digress!)

But! Even with that clear evidence, and here it’s where I admit it’s more speculation on my part, I find it a bit hard to believe Monty, the real Monty, at least, would destroy Bonnie just like that. Which makes me think Monty must have been one of the first, if not THE first of the band being infected with the virus. I think it’s a generally accepted headcanon that the virus alters the glamrocks personalities in a way that some of their main character traits are twisted in a destructive way. 

Now, Monty already clearly existed back when Bonnie was in the band. He had his own (large!) area even though he wasn’t part of the main band. The DJ is large and has his own section too, but he seems confined to it and was bought from outside the plex. And Monty seems to have been able to roam around anyways, so I think that probably means the higher ups were counting on Monty being a main animatronic in the future. (I have to wonder if the whole one man band thing from the backstory was something he did do for a brief time at the start, but admittedly that could have been added just in the cardboards). 

With all this in mind, Monty was probably the newest addition, a newcomer in a place that already had the four main animatronics. Almost known by no one in the public and without an established personality in a franchise he’s never been part of before. One of the messages says Monty could be more popular than Bonnie, after Bonnie’s disappearance, which makes me think he was mostly a side attraction, and nowhere near as known as the main glamrocks. Why mention that he could be more popular if the audience was as aware of him as the band right?

So, I think the main trait programmed for Monty’s personality is ambition. The backstory in his ride seems to hint at that. A young Monty with his own little music business, looking in amazement at the Glamrocks and dreaming of one day reaching their level. It would make sense to have one of the robots have this as their main trait, since kids would relate to the big dreams. And it seems to fit with other main traits from the other Glamrocks: Roxy seems to have been made with self-confidence in mind (winning races and having a beauty salon) which might be for encouraging kids, Chica is obviously all for being chipper and energetic and enjoying food (useful in an entertainment establishment that wants kids to indulge and get their parents to spend their money when they’re having a good time), and Freddy is meant to be nice and fatherly and the approachable gentle main face of the franchise.

(Though I am a bit sad Chica gets pushed aside a bit in regards to explicitly showing what she’s really like)

(As a small parenthesis from all this, I want to say that the Pizzaplexes troubles with the virus (or at least the more worrying behavior of the animatronics) are likely relatively recent before Gregory’s arrival. Could be months or a couple of years, don’t know how much exactly, but the fact that there are old messages all around, how some of those help give Gregory hints to where he can find stuff that is still there, how Bonnie’s Bowling Alley has not been rethemed to get rid of the evidence of his existence, Freddy’s hurt over Bonnie being gone sounding (at least to me) still fresh rather than from that long ago, and the message about the disappearances makes me think it can’t have started a decade ago or something like that)

Anyways! 

The Monty “rise to fame” story from the ride establishes that Bonnie “gave” his bass to Monty in order to have him join the band, though that Bonnie cutout is obscured. If they really wanted to make it seem like Monty had retired, why not make a cutout with the most important part of the story clear? They made one with Roxanne styling Monty’s hair! So maybe the plan had been to establish that (in the “in universe” narrative for the animatronics) Bonnie would be the Glamrock that took Monty under his wing and teach him the ropes of being a star? Though probably not with the plans of having him be a Glamrock at all, but maybe appearances with a Glamrock would increase the chances of the new gator attraction succeeding (again, speculation on my part, I know).

Coming back around Monty likely being the newest addition, him still not being established as a popular character would maybe mean that he was an easy target to spread the virus. Way more attention would be paid to the main stars, I think, so I think the probability of him being infected from almost the start is high. And with his main trait being ambition, and Bonnie maybe having been planned to be a sort of pathway to him being more known, it wouldn’t surprise me that by the time the incident happens, the virus has already twisted Monty’s ambition into jealousy and aggression and so he ended up destroying Bonnie that one day. Was Bonnie summoned by Monty? Did Bonnie go to Monty out of his own will because he noticed something was wrong? (which ouch if that was the case. It could very well be even that Vanny noticed that Bonnie noticed something was off and had Monty dispose of Bonnie in order to not have any secrets exposed) Who knows! But this is mostly what I think happened.

And why am I so convinced Monty would not have done this without the virus’ influence? Well… Mostly because of Roxy.

In the main game, Roxy is such a bully. Many of the phrases she says are outright cruel, and at a point where Gregory has done nothing to her yet. But in the DLC we see Roxy as she was meant to be. Encouraging. Lifting a child’s spirits up. Assuring them that they are fantastic how they are. 

We know that Cassie is a lonely child. A bit of an outcast who probably spent a lot of time in the plex while her dad worked. We know that her friends did not show up to her birthday and she treasures Gregory as a friend for being there when she was down. Cassie, seems to me, is the kind of child that would be an easy target for bullying. Insecurities and loneliness seem to be main struggles for her, which is why, if Roxanne was already a bully without the virus, why would she be Cassie’s favorite? Why would she be so nice to this kid that obviously needs the confidence boost Roxanne was made to provide? One of Roxanne’s literal lines in SB towards Gregory is “I bet you don’t even have friends!” Knowing that Roxanne knows this is an issue for Cassie, it seems even more brutal that if she’s in her right mind she would use that as an insult when chasing after Gregory. The Roxanne we see in Ruin is so kind. She is a source of comfort for Cassie, soft spoken, and making sure she feels like number one, instead of being self-obsessed (even if it’s born out of extreme anxiety over her own image). 

So if there is such an extreme change from a virus riddled Roxy, why would Monty’s extremes not be the same? We know not even Freddy is exempt from this sort of change though this one is more evidence from the books (slight not too consequential book spoiler and can’t quote from which book exactly it was, but I remember there was an off handed mention of Glamrock Freddy fighting over a plushie with a kid and then feeling dejected when people got angry at him, so it seems if Freddy was ever truly infected, his change of personality would entail being a spoiled main star?).

And it makes sense! Because Freddy considers all the Glamrocks his friends! We know Chica cares for him, because in the intro to SB she takes a step towards him when he malfunctions. And in the base SB game it looks like Freddy is just in denial about his friends (with the arcade minigolf game even having the famous Freddy in a trashbin course to hint at Monty’s jealousy, which you know could very well a real danger with what happened to Bonnie) (and now that I’m writing that it makes me squint a little at that arcade, since it’s very heavily implied the arcade in Sun and Moon’s room infected them so hmmmmmmm, but I digress), but honestly, seeing Roxy acting how it seems she’s supposed to act right before Cassie turns her off as the final node, really makes me think that the true selves of the animatronics are pushed back by the virus to replace them with a caricature of themselves that will obey Vanny’s commands. I mean, the Glamrock Freddy body is completely headless, and doesn’t even appear in the AR world! I don’t know whether it “attacks” because it’s what it would do if infected, or if it is simply leftover code from the way Freddy hid Gregory in his chest, but there sure as heck isn’t anything resembling a consciousness in there. Besides, we know Vanny was invisible to Freddy.

And if consciousness really is pushed aside by the virus, then it would explain why Monty is like that right now. (At least if my speculation of him being the longest with the virus is true) He would know nothing but anger and at this point he is acting like all he knows how to do is attack. Monty’s mind seems to truly be absolutely gone by now. :(

But aaaah this is getting way too long now fkjdghkjf

I guess I just want to talk about Bonnie a bit more, because we don’t have that much more about him that I can form any conclusions about. I do love the poster in his room! The fact that he really was this close to Freddy! They saw each other everyday and Freddy still decided to write a heartfelt message for Bonnie, that Bonnie decided to hang where he would see it clearly everyday! It really seems that Bonnie cared for Freddy just as much and that makes me so happy! It makes it all the sadder to know how heartbroken Freddy is over Bonnie’s disappearance…

Also I am incredibly confused by the whole wetfloor bot stuff! I don’t know if it’s implied that Bonnie’s “consciousness” somehow managed to transfer to the small bots (or why children screams can be heard from them), and if he managed to stay present through them after all. The little bots never really try to harm or sound alarms on Gregory unless shot at I think, so there’s that to think about! Or maybe Glamrock Bonnie was able to connect himself to them but not transfer? Kind of as long as there are any functional he too would be able to hang on? (Or did someone did that for him and it wasn’t himself who did?) Because deactivating the ones where we find Bonnie makes Bonnie’s eyes go dark. But why?? This I really have no idea about!

There’s also that one floorbot that remains beside a pile of Monty’s merch! And if Bonnie is looking or controlling the wetfloor bots that could mean a lot of things!! If Bonnie is in control, is the bot gathering the merch? Is it a negative thing? A sort of attempt to just collect the merch so it can’t be found ever again like Bonnie himself was? Or maybe, if Bonnie did have the most contact with Monty, did he get to know the real not-virus-infected Monty, and saw the merch as a way to remember someone that was briefly a good friend before things went terribly wrong? Hmmmmmm…

Well, I think that’s all I have! Just wanted to get my thoughts out there! It’s not very organized but if you made it all the way to here, thank you for reading!

[digitalgirlguide]

KIMMY'S DIGITAL DIARY

ahh, i finally feel inspired to write again but does anyone else feel like something shifted after that eclipse? like the real new year just started for me. i feel so, renewed! but also fed up with so many things in my life. it's finally time to shed my skin (old habits and behaviours) and welcome new opportunities. in the same way the Persephone is rejoining her mother and awakening and beautifying the earth, i need to beautify my life after a period of stagnancy.

i'm making a lot of pacts to myself for the next couple of months regarding my health, and financial wellbeing. i'm in my mid twenties and i need to start focusing on being a baddie in every area of my life.

i also got this cute app called finch to help with self care tasks and keep me on track. the more self-care i do the bigger my penguin grows!! taking care of me takes care of her and i love it.

(not an ad! seriously try it)

kimmy's skincare diaries

morning routine

wash face with salicylic acid cleanser (for acne prone skin)

rice water toner (to even it out and cool my skin)

ice roller (helps wake me up in the morning)

hydration (hyaluronic acid)

moisturizer (ricer serum)

gua sha (5 mins)

night routine

wash face with salicylic acid cleanser (for acne prone skin)

rice water toner (to even it out and cool my skin)

lactic acid (exfoliator 2x a week)

treatment (for dark spots and hyperpigmentation)

hydration (hyaluronic acid)

moisturizer (ricer serum)

gua sha (5 mins)

kimmy's music diaries:

i am seriously OBSESSED with espresso, it plays in my head all day. my bf is probably fed up with me singing it.

okay love you bye!!

[cooki3face]

What lessons are you learning in love right now

message: I’m working through my drafts just as I said I would, the time for this reading has come because I feel called to do it and so I will. Things have been tiring and I am in the process of releasing many things as I’m being guided to do during this eclipse taking place at this time. I’m mourning many losses, I’m holding onto my hope, holding onto my strength, I’m resting, I’m healing, I’m transforming. I’m taking with me not pain but lessons. I’m spinning gold out of what I’ve been given. To love is such a wonderful blessing and beautiful gift, even when loss is inevitable or when it is given to you at the very end every time. So we’re going to find out what lessons you’re learning in love today collective. Thank you for co creating this reading with me, for spending time with me, for enjoying my content, and for growing and transforming with me. You are so loved. <3

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i.

Pile one, a good amount of your lessons in love in general and not just at this current moment could be centered around your self-worth and learning it. You could’ve been burned a lot by past lovers or have had some trivial and complex relationships that issues may have lied in your ability to understand your worth, ask for more, and accept more. This hasn’t changed. Your current lessons that you’re learning in love still lie in you having an awakening regarding your self-worth. Some of you are divine beings and are meant to do incredible things and take on leadership roles in life and part of this is going to require you to step into your power and really be a big influence and a big energy in everything you do. Many of you already take on a lot of leadership roles and are mentors and highly valued individuals in your lives but there’s more for you to unlock here.

This past relationship you’ve just gotten out of could’ve flipped yet another switch in you. I’m seeing a huge panel here with a lot of red buttons and/or switches. Everytime you come out of a relationship that was meant to shake you or push you into a different energy and you overcome another button is pushed and another switch is flipped. The number 94 could be significant to you in some way shape or form as it represents progress and spiritual growth. “It encourages you to pursue your goals even if they seem difficult or impossible. Your angels will work along side you as long as you stay committed and focused on reaching success. With determination, anything is possible!” There’s a message here about you not settling for less I’m hearing or continuing to ask for more and raise your price, and add tax.

I’m hearing someone needs to detox the body here as well. You can be sick from something you ate, I feel stomach pain and discomfort in the body, you could have just finished a period if you’re a woman and may be in need of a acv detox bath, you may be feeling thirsty and dehydrated. You’re undergoing transformation and may be tired and feel as though you’re undergoing some sort of “recovery”. Butterflies and their transformation from a caterpillar into their final form could be significant. The divine feminine, the divine mother, the womb, all significant symbolism and imagery.

Someone is stepping further into their divinity with a catalyst in love they’ve just experienced recently as well. I hear spirit saying you’re very close or you’re red hot. The lesson you’re learning right now is regarding serving yourself Justice however difficult of a task it may prove to be. Spirit is putting emphasis on the idea that you’re the creator of your own reality and the way you choose to live your life, who you choose to spend time with you, to have access to your vessel, to your temple, to your heart, and to your mind all falls into your hands here. For many of you in this collective, feminine deities and strong matriarchal women in your blood line stand firmly behind you.

The lessons you’re learning in love also pertains to you overcoming a fear of change and being able to be more fluid in your life and in love here. You could have a hard time letting things go, heavily sentimental in matters of the heart or someone very emotionally passionate and driven. It makes it difficult for you to let go of heartbreak and let go of love when it’s time has passed or far gone. Spirit wants you to learn the art of release, wants you to learn the art of transformation when it’s time to undergo change. Spirit is teaching you to see accurately how much power you hold in your relationships and in your connections. An opportunity to enjoy your energy, an opportunity to sit with you, an opportunity to simply be in your presence even platonically is a divine one, is a blessed one. Spirit says “see this and hear this now.” There will be no contradictions, no arguments, and no compromising on this whatsoever. Whomever comes towards you should be prepared to move mountains and come ready or not at all.

Spirit is teaching you that with one drop of disharmony or an ounce of energy that isn’t serving you or doing right by you that there is no harm in being alone or working alone. So much of your power is heightened in your solitude they say, “so why do you color yourself afraid?” Spirit wants you to know that happiness and fulfillment are always written in the stars for you alone or in a connection with someone whom you love. Your lesson is that it is okay to walk away when you aren’t being served Justice, you will serve yourself Justice.

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ii.

The lessons you’re learning in love right now pertain to aspects of your shadow that have been keeping you stagnant for a long time now. Negative thoughts, self-imposed restrictions like behaviors and mindsets that keep you from receiving things you truly deserve, self-imprisonment, and even potentially a victim mentality where you may choose to ignore the truth when met with conflict and make yourself seem like the person in relationships whose being mistreated or burdened when in reality you’ve fallen short or have villainized your partner to make yourself feel safer. I’m hearing when criticized or when something is brought to your attention you may tend to fall into a habit of defending yourself, defending your behaviors, and even using your knowledge or ability to communicate to try and push others into thinking that they were wrong or that they’ve wronged you so you don’t have to feel vulnerable or take true accountability for your actions.

If this is true for you I do see a large amount of this behavior not being behavior that’s meant to be malicious or bring harm to others but that’s been adopted out of trauma and a desire to be seen and heard or even validated and enabled as much as possible because this may have been something you went long periods without receiving within your life whether it came from a healthy or negative place here. I’m seeing someone being yelled at regardless of their making positive decisions, someone who didn’t get positive feedback and affirmation when they did do good things in their romantic relationships, in their platonic relationships, and with their relationships from a familial standpoint especially as a child.

There are lessons in the idea of you deserving more self-care or deserving more self-respect from your self here, giving yourself the freedom to have good things, giving yourself the freedom to serve yourself Justice so that other people can serve you, Justice, giving yourself the freedom to relax into the energy of receiving kindness and genuine love and respect from people who fully intend to give it to you and serve you compensation for heartbreak and loss. But there are also lessons here and understanding the fundamental bricks that makeup who you’ve become and how that seeps into your relationships as an individual, as someone with full autonomy and the ability to make their own decisions and show up as who they truly desire to be in love.

There’s a lot here, a message about stepping into your power and going against the status quo or challenging the status quo and blowing to smithereens preconceived ideas of who you should be and what you should accept whether these ideas were built around you or built by you. Spirit is also trying to teach you that there is more to love and connection than what the human world has taught you. There’s a message here about you coming to terms with the idea that love and true soul-deep connection goes against all logical ideas of what is possible here. You may be somewhat of a skeptic in the sense that you feel the extent of what we speak on (in regards to high-level soul connections and soul ties and soul connections in general) and how much power we give such things does not exist the way they are portrayed to exist but your resistance to these ideas highlights fear within self of true and deep attachment that cannot be destroyed or denied here.

There is knowledge and an aspect of yourself and your spirit that you’ve not tapped into or are covering your ears and eyes to out of fear. You are keeping yourself small in all aspects out of fear and choosing to create delays, tell yourself lies, and hide within your shadow and within the ego. Your recent failures in love and experiences in love teach you things regarding the need to let go and surrender to the divine plan and surrender to the change and transformation you must undergo to step into your power although it is scary and casts light on aspects of you who’d rather sit in the dark and hide away.

There are breakthroughs and mental clarity being birthed and given to you through love and heartbreak and the ups and downs and fluidity of human connection here. There’s something significant here about heart break and your past relationships or misaligned relationships here. You could be experiencing heartbreak or these back-to-back heart chakra awakenings that were sent to you to awaken you to your unhappiness in some of your relationships as well as the reason they may not have worked out because of aspects of your shadow here. You could’ve spent a lot of time in unhappy relationships in your past that you romanticized or glorified due to trauma that could’ve brought some semblance of heartbreak to you.

There’s also another connection I see here with a high priestess or someone who holds great divinity who could’ve given you true heart break or showed you what it means to lose someone whom you shared a true love with or a divine connection with here that’s highlighting and emphasizing this nine of cups in reverse, all this unhappiness and all of these ego. Ego death is highly significant for this pile. When this person leaves they trigger tower moments, where this person goes, rebirth occurs whether they mean to or not. They’re heavily supported and looked after by important deities. This person has an older soul and has walked through many lives being love, war, desire, and temptation, and all things that sit within the human shadow and all of its complexity. Your lesson lies in your shadow, your authenticity, and your ego. It’s time to undergo immense change even if it is difficult, painful, or scary.

***

iii.

Right now spirit may be potentially highlighting some co-dependent habits and behaviors in love for you pile three. There’s also a potential for some lessons regarding you honoring your feelings and your heart here. You may be someone who is prone to staying in situations that aren’t serving them and will not serve them out of codependency. True love could’ve been presented to you or there is someone that you loved here who was shown to you that you could’ve parted from. The love you had for this person represented love that you could’ve had for yourself but you ran from this person out of fear and made the decision to fall into karmic cycles or continue to invest your energy into karmic cycles and your window to make a different choice was closed on you here.

Your lessons in love, in general, as well as of late lie in your self respect and the need to reinvent who you are and who you choose to be. Something is incredibly significant about your choices here. You may be choosing to mimic certain examples you’ve seen in your life pertaining to who to be, or what love looks like instead of choosing to go in the opposite direction and choose differently to bring yourself true fulfillment. Spirit asks when you’re going to make choices that reflect back to you self love and a desire to be free. The words unfair are coming out here. I’m hearing someone complaining or validating that their life and their experiences are harsh and unfair but not taking the initiative to make better choices.

There’s a masculine energy here or a father that may play a huge role in your decisions and the way you view yourself, view relationships and navigate issues in your life here. If this is not the case there is still issues and misalignment regarding the making of decisions and creating healthy and aligned foundations for yourself in order to flourish. Spirit is saying that your experience in love or what you’re learning in love is necessary in order to push you to step into your power and find it within yourself to full your own cup and fulfill your souls purpose. You could be experiencing a large amount of issues within your current relationship or within your relationships in general both platonic and romantic that are contributing to an ego death or heart chakra awakening so that you can turn inwards and see yourself and see your surroundings for what they are and understand that you’re settling.

Spirit is shining light on your unhappiness and dissatisfaction with a lot of things within your life right now including relationships and spirit wants to know what you’re going to do about it?? Your lesson in love lies in how long you’re going to sell yourself short, settle for less than you deserve, and continue to remain stagnant for no reason other than to push against change and push against the current. Your soul family is not within the circle of people or the lovers that you invest your energy into, those people aren’t meant for you, those people won’t fill your cup whilst you attempt to fill theirs, those people won’t bend over backwards for you the way you bend over backwards for them. Those people don’t love you. Your lesson lies in how long you’re going to hide behind your shadow and ignore the call forward to undergo much needed transformation and healing. When are you going to make the right choices?

[conkers-thecosy]

Bagginshield-tober / Day 4 / Company

Hey folks! Here's my offering for day four of the lovely @smolestboop's "Bagginshield-tober" prompt list 💛

You can also find these little snippets compiled into one fic on AO3

*Warnings for nightmares and light trauma symptoms.*

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It took a lot to break the will of Thorin Oakenshield.

The madness of his grandfather had not broken him. The dragon and destruction of his home had not broken him. The years of wandering and starvation, and leading a grieving and desolate people had not broken him. Not even the death of his younger brother, nor the loss of his father had broken him. 

Immovable. Headstrong. Unyielding.

His mother had often called him pig-headed, though with the love and fondness that came from one who knew it would be the source of great strength for him over the years. His sister had called him muleish, though with more exasperation than their mother ever had. Strong-willed, Balin had told him, kindly, and with great sadness before he had left to head back West with Bilbo.

Bilbo.

Nothing had ever swayed Thorin from a decision he had made, no one could talk him out of a course of action that he had become set upon. He would always plant his feet and stand firm, determined and unwavering in the face of all things… save for one small Hobbit.

“No… no, please… don’t…”

Sat on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, and hands in his hair, Thorin could only listen to the quiet cries of his dearest friend and greatest love from the room next door. It was agony to feel so useless, to be so close, and yet unable to do anything. He had promised himself he would give Bilbo the space he needed to deal with his trauma, knowing full well it had come at Thorin’s own hands in the first place. He shook with the silent desperation of wanting to make this right, of needing to offer comfort, but he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He shouldn’t.

It might even make things worse, he tried to reason with himself, as another small whimper sliced through his already broken heart. For Bilbo to dream so fearfully of what had passed between them on top of the ramparts, Thorin deep in his madness, twisted by the lure of the Arkenstone. It would be cruel for him to awaken to the face of his aggressor, who so haunted his nights. He would wake soon, anyway. He always woke himself, then settled fairly quickly afterwards. All Thorin had to do was wait…

“Thorin!”

At the terrified cry of his own name, he could not help himself. He was on his feet and through Bilbo’s door before he even registered what he had done, and the Hobbit was awake, his eyes wide and fearful and hurt, and Thorin knew he had made a mistake, but he had been seen now, he was here, and what was he to do…? 

“Thorin,” Bilbo said again, looking right at him with the fear melting away to be replaced by something akin to relief. His hair was a mess, sticking out wildly in all directions, his sheets rucked up, and one of his pillows had fallen to the floor beside his bed from where he had been shifting about so restlessly. Thorin saw all this, but it was eclipsed by Bilbo reaching out a small, shaking hand to him, and speaking with a tremor in his voice. “Please?”

Again, Thorin moved on impulse, unable to ignore such a plea. He walked quickly to Bilbo’s bedside and took the outstretched hand as gently as he could. Bilbo grasped him with both hands then, and pressed his knuckles to his forehead in an oddly reverent manner. 

“You’re real,” he whispered, almost to himself. “You’re alive, and you’re here.”

“You… you feared me dead?”

Bilbo didn’t look at him, didn’t move even a muscle save from the trembling of his small frame. “I dream of it all the time. That I was too late to warn you on Ravenhill, that I stayed to argue with Gandalf instead of immediately coming to find you. I dream that… that Fili and Kili… that they died horrifically and senselessly, and that you… you were… on the ice, bleeding to death, and I could do nothing but hold your hand and watch. It… it feels so real, Thorin. I am so afraid that I will wake and it will all be real, and you won’t be here.”

Thorin could hardly believe what he was hearing, even as the words came tumbling out of the still shaking Hobbit like a shameful confession. He knelt, very slowly so as not to startle Bilbo, clasping his other, much larger hand over the two small ones still holding onto him tightly, as if afraid he would vanish otherwise. 

He wanted to ask if Bilbo truly meant what he said, if it was not Thorin’s rage and threats at the gates that caused him to cry out in the darkness with fear, but he already knew the answer. Bilbo was not a liar, and even if he stretched the truth occasionally, there was no way even his quick tongue could have fabricated such sorrow and heartbreak in such a manner. It was so earnest and true, there could be no questioning the sincerity of his words.

All this time Thorin had stayed away, thinking his presence would only make things worse, when in fact proof of his life and continued existence was what would bring the Hobbit comfort most. He felt like a prize fool for not asking, simply asking, too stuck in his own guilt to offer what aid he could. 

“I could stay, if you would like?” he offered quietly, then shrank back a little as Bilbo looked up in surprise. “Only if you would like me to. I could fetch a chair and sit by the bed until you fall asleep?”

“Oh,” said Bilbo, still wide eyed, though his face a little darker from the blush that would be staining his cheeks. “Well, I would feel terrible making you sit up so that I might rest…”

“We both know I’m not sleeping, anyway,” Thorin brushed this concern aside with a wry smile, immediately feeling better for acknowledging their shared troubles. “If you would like my company, I would be more than willing to stay.” 

Bilbo fidgeted a little, then released Thorin’s hands slowly. For a moment the dwarf thought he was about to be told no, that he had misread the situation after all, and was perhaps over-stepping some kind of personal boundaries, until Bilbo scooted across the bed and patted the mattress beside himself in invitation. 

“I’ll not have you in a chair all night, but perhaps we might both sleep a little better for some company?”

It took a lot to break the will of Thorin Oakenshield, but in this instance, he found no will to be broken - only a relieved acceptance, as he passed the night beside the one he loved, and they both found a little peace.

[naffeclipse]

I need orca eclipse in a way I'd be put in a straight jacket for admitting. I need him carnally, biblically... you awakened something in me

[luchicm04]

|Tonowari x Jake| ft. Aonung

Masterlist

Summary: You are mine, Ma’Jake. Forget them. Forget everybody and focus on me.

Pairing: Jake Sully/Tonowari

Word count: 3.7k

Overall warnings: yandere, rape/non-con elements, sexual content, dirty talk, angst, character death, extreme violence, mature language, death of minors⚠️🔞

All characters belong to Avatar, and all rights are reserved to the original work whose author allowed me to translate it.

A/N: Before reading this story, everyone needs to throw the gentle fish man out of their heads first. Hope you like it <3

posted on ao3

Beautiful. 

The only thing that could describe the rider of the last shadow is beautiful. 

Jake Sully, the ex Olo’eyktan of the Omatikaya clan and the former great warrior Toruk Makto, stood before him. Those two beautiful, thin arms held his ‘despicable’ little daughter and did not let go. 

Oh- 

Great Mother- 

Have you sent me a gorgeous gift? 

“We welcome you as our brothers and sisters.” 

His mouth spoke in words. His voice was calm and not displeased, but his mind was more ‘excited’ than anyone else’s. 

“Thank you so much, Olo’eyktan.” 

That smile... so lovely. 

“My pleasure.” 

I don’t like your family at all. 

What should I do? 

What do I have to do to make you mine? 

──

When the light disappeared after a solar eclipse, it was time to go to bed. Jake put his arms around his young wife’s waist, and she hugged him again. Not far away were the bodies of growing children lying in each other’s arms. 

It looked like a warm family that is too difficult to separate. 

Sea-colored eyes looked at the image through the darkness. The heat of anger flickered everywhere. His elegant strakes and palms were now stained with bright red drops of blood from something the ‘past him’ loved. 

However, to possess that man... even if the entire tribe was to be exterminated, he would accept it. 

──

The dawn returned to the wide sky. A loud noise woke the Sully family from their slumber. 

Neteyam was the first to be alarmed. He pushed Lo’ak’s legs that were resting on his chest and ran to look outside of the marui. 

The Metkayina people were running around. Whether the warriors were on land or in the water, they all had angry expressions. 

A thin arm grabbed a marine one. “What happened?” he asked in a puzzled voice. 

“The Tsahìk was killed last night. We are looking for the perpetrators.” 

The bad news that greeted the new household made the newly awakened Jake frown. He was so afraid that his family would be labeled as cursed. 

“What did the Olo’eyktan say?” the former clan leader asked severely. That made the ears of the young reef boy the same age as Lo’ak automatically droop. 

“He is very angry because our Tsahìk had just become pregnant.” 

“Take me there.” 

Neytiri approached and grabbed his shoulder. Her fierce face was full of worry. Jake turned to look at his young mate and gave her a smile that softened her a little. 

──

The Olo’eyktan’s marui stood from a distance. She immediatelly realized that a tragedy had occurred, because the water beneath the marui was filled with blood and the cries of the tribe’s children. 

“Please, let us through.” 

Ma’Jake pushed his way through the crowd and entered the big space before covering his nose with his hand. The smell of blood was so strong that he almost vomited. 

“Oh mother... How did this happen?” 

The youngest cried a river of tears, hugging her mother’s body with her chest open to reveal her ribs and her heart. One side of her face had a stab wound that went all the way to the back of her head. 

“Oh, Eywa... Children, go out.” 

“But mom.” 

“Neteyam, take you younger siblings.” 

Because the scene in front of her was too horrible. Neytiri wanted to protect her children from it. She couldn’t let them see these things. The eldest knew this well and he took his younger brothers and sisters from the circle of warriors. 

──

Jake’s amber eyes occasionally glanced at the Olo’eyktan of the Metkayina. His fierce and gentle face was filled with tears. 

His eyes were red and glowing with anger and looked terrifying. But those fierce eyes turned to look at him as if they knew they were being watched. 

Jake felt his strength slip away in fear. 

That face... no longer matched the gentleness he had seen before. 

Probably devastated because his partner and future child were murdered. If it were him, he would hunt down the culprits until he had gone all over the planet, from top to bottom. 

Tonowari looked unbearably pitiful. Losing your wife and baby this way must be so difficult to accept. 

Jake looked away from him and looked closely at Ronal’s soulless body. He should be useful at times like this. Use his knowledge to find out the truth. 

...But why was the Olo’eyktan’s oldest acting like that? 

His gaze was empty. 

But from the bloodshot edges of his eyes, Jake knew that he had been crying recently. 

Aonung did not have a distressed expression like his younger sister, Tsireya. Instead, he had a blank expression above all, like a lifeless doll. 

Maybe that boy knew something that he couldn’t tell anyone. 

The eyes of that kid looked at Tonowari with a futy that was difficult to explain. 

What had happened last night? 

──

Several weeks had passed and the search for the culprit had still not been resolved. Jake tried his best to find a way to help, but all he had achieved was failure. 

They could not find the criminal’s weapons. There were no traces of an escape. All Ilu and Tsurak were present. 

It was just a small tribe, but why hadn’t anyone noticed anything? 

“Or perhaps she committed suicide?” 

“If she had done that, the examination of the body would have said so.” 

The options were expressed seriously. Hopes for revenge had been reduced to almost zero. Jake held his head in frustration. During that period, he almost never returned to lie down and rest. 

“Toruk Makto, you should go rest.” 

“Don’t call me by my previous title.” 

“I should not... but should know how valuable this position is.” 

It was a fact that Jake couldn’t deny, but he could not go back and rest while he let these warriors hunt down the Tsahìk’s assassins. 

“There will be a solar eclipse. Today, we will have to sleep outside the tribe,” someone said, and Jake agreed. The darker the sky, the better his eyes will work. If anyone were to try anything at that time, he would be the first to see it. 

“Then-” 

“Toruk Makto!!” 

“Is there something wrong? You’re running out of breath.” 

It was Rotxo, a reef boy and close friend of the chief’s son. He came running towards him, looking so worried he seemed out of place. 

“Your mate-” 

He didn’t wait for the other Na’vi to finish his sentence. Jake ran away. His heart contracted... he was so afraid that his beloved wife was in a condition no different from Ronal’s. 

──

Great Mother, please... don’t let that happen to my family. 

The sound of sobs and prayers in his head never stopped. His slender legs moved forward as fast as they could. 

Jake felt so bad that he burst into tears. Neytiri was the woman he loved most in his life. 

The marui!! 

“Neytiri!!!” 

“Ah! Dad is back!! I really missed you!” 

His little daughter’s body rushed forward, and he hugged her longingly. 

Jake panted heavily... His heart trembled and he nearly fell to his feet. 

“Is there something wrong, Ma’Jake? Your face is pale and you’re shaking.” 

She approached with a worried expression on her face. A small four-fingered hand caressed him with the greatest delicacy. 

“Are you alright?” 

“I’m fine... just a little dizzy from the search.” 

Relief flooded in until the tall, thin figure fell to his knees on the ground. With a deep voice, he thanked Eywa for continuing to protect his family. 

“Come.” 

“I... Neytiri, I love you.” 

“I know, my love. Did you run to tell me this?” her caring voice spoke softly before thin lips placed a soft kiss on his temple. 

“Dad, are you crying? Neteyam!! Dad is crying! Quickly, come and see!!” 

The mischievous middle child of the house leaned in to look as he heard the commotion before shouting and calling for his older brother, who was swimming with Kiri, to hurry up and come see the strange picture. 

──

“Neytiri... don’t leave me.” 

“Why would I leave you, Jake? Are we not partners?” 

She hugged him in the midst of the children's laughter. With those surroundings... at that moment, he was the happiest man in the world. 

──

“Is your lover still beautiful?” 

The question was asked... when someone’s ‘head’ rested in front of him. 

A familiar face with thin lips he once held. 

... 

Neytiri... 

“What have you done?! Tonowari!!!” the man screamed between tears. In the middle of the darkness in the Olo’eyktan’s marui, two lives collided with each other as if no one would give in. 

Nevertheless, Jake was so furious that his eyes were bloodshot. Unlike the sea Na’vi, who smiled without a care as he dealt with the force that was pressing him against the surface of the marui. 

“Bastard!!” 

His thin lips let out all sorts of curses. Five fingers squeezed the Olo’eyktan’s throat, wanting to take his life. 

“Ma’Jake... when you get angry, you become so beautiful. Are you not happy that the shameless demon disappeared like this?” 

“Neytiri, she was my wife!! Why did you do that...” 

At that moment, it wouldn’t be wrong to say that Jake had lost his mind. Many tears filled his eyes. 

He repeatedly questioned the Na’vi below him for answers. But only a disgusting laugh was heard. His palm rubbed and gripped his tight, while the more fragile body rested on the lower part of his abdomen. 

“Ma’Jake, ah Ma’Jake, from now on you will be mine.” 

Tonowari shouted his name sweetly while two hands caressed his waist and lowered towards the end of the rope that held his loincloth. 

“You pervert! I’ll kill-!!” 

As if he had suddenly lost consciousness, Jake looked at the pair of hands with such panic that he accidentally freed his palm from the thick words, giving the stronger Tonowari the opportunity to take control of the situation. 

“Tonowa-!” 

“Ma paskalin... Look at you. Who dares to make you cry?” the senior man said with a sneer. His face lit up with a terrifying smile. He was filled with a passion that was more than Jake could imagine. 

“I killed both Ronal and your mate... so that the two of us would be a perfect bonded couple.” 

“Let go!!!” Jake barked through his teeth, fighting back tears. At that moment, he was angry and scared. 

“Ma yawntu, ma Eywa ... ah-” a faint whisper murmured in his ear. The forest man turned away from those hot breaths in disgust. 

But when he opened his eyes again... 

Instead, he came to face with the lifeless eyes of the woman holding his heart. 

Both he and Neytiri looked at each other. Even if he is the one crying. 

She died leaving only her head. As for him, he was being sexually abused before her lifeless eyes. 

“Please, I beg you.” 

The sobs did not stop Tonowari. The force of the bite on his throat and the wetness of the tip of his tongue made Jake feel like he wanted to die right now. 

“Neytiri...” 

Suddenly... 

Just by saying her name with his mouth. 

All action stopped. 

“Do not mention her name in front of me. Otherwise, I will cut out your tongue.” 

How did those terrible threats come from the mouth of the generous Olo’eyktan of the Metkayina? 

Jake bared his teeth, his growl as hoarse as anything. 

He did not have enough strength left to resist any longer. 

──

The forest man groaned in unbearable agony. Shame was imprinted on his body again and again. 

The tips of his long nails scratched furiously all over Tonowari’s body. But it always returned immediately. 

His dry eyes were empty. Thick lips kissed his entire body. 

... 

The reflection of two Na’vis making love appeared in the lovely amber eyes of a woman who had only her head left. 

A drop of water from the side of the woven ceiling fell to the edge of her eyes and flowed down, as if she were crying for what had happened. 

Tonowari smiled. 

Did you see, Neytiri? He is mine. 

Not yours. 

──

When he woke up, Jake prayed that it was all just a dream. However, his wounded body always reminded him. 

Defenseless in this marui, only the figures of Aonung and Tonowari entered and left. 

That boy always brought him a tray of food at every meal, and he was the only one who healed the wounds on his body with a face of constant sadness. 

“My kids... Where are they?” 

Jake didn’t know how many times he had asked that question. But no answer ever came from the Olo’eyktan’s mouth. 

“...” 

“Aonung, please... are they safe?” Jake pleaded to the young man through tears. If he had not been chained, he would have run looking for his children, going over the entire island. 

“...They are safe. They’re staying with Tsireya.” 

The blue eyes strayed, not daring to respond to a foreign Na’vi who was no different from a prisoner at that time. 

“Really? Tonowari didn’t do anything to them, right?” Hearing this, the father felt somewhat satisfied, but he couldn’t help but be worried. 

“...” 

“Aonung?” 

“Yes.” 

When he finished, that figure immediately stood up and disappeared. Jake didn’t dare stop him, as a terrible feeling began to consume him. 

Was what Aonung said true or false? Were his children really safe, or was it just word of mouth? 

Those fragrant meals at that moment were absolutely disgusting to him. 

He could no longer swallow them comfortably like before. 

Neytiri’s face haunted him every time he moved. 

Jake hugged himself tightly. Saying that everything would be alright... although what he feared most in his life had already happened. 

He had lost Neytiri... 

The children themselves did not know of their fate. Nor did he know theirs. 

“Why don’t you eat? Tsireya would be very sad if she found out about this.” 

Jake let out a violent growl. The closer that large silhouette got, the more whistles he emitted non-stop. 

The tip of his big tail moved gently; his beauty again showing a cute behavior. 

“Get out!!” 

“Ma paysyul... this is my marui and yours too. No matter how much you wish to chase me out, I won’t go.” 

Tonowari knelt in front of him. He brought the wrist of his slender arm closer to him. Jake was surprised and trembled, trying to escape the embrace of this demon from hell. 

“Let go of me! You bastard!!!” 

The sea Na’vi smiled gently, leaving passionate kisses along the beautiful temple. One hand left his narrow waist to move and hold a long braid that reached past his hips. 

“We both are now a couple. It’s really like destiny.” 

‘A destiny I made,’ the voice in the Olo’eyktan’s head resonated. 

He clung to Jake tightly, possessive. The first time they made love wasn’t very good. The next, he hoped the gorgeous Na’vi would be more cooperative. 

“Tsaheylu with me-” 

“No!!!” his pleasant voice said in a harsh tone of denial. The fight became heavier little by little. But that was not enough to free himself from this strong bondage. 

“Being stubborn is useless, Ma’Jake... because you have been mine from the moment you set foot in Awa’atlu.” 

The light-colored eyes flashed with fear. That Jake himself hadn’t been able to realize it... 

His slim body was pressed so that he was lying on the ground of the marui. His two arms were pinned by a single hand of the Olo’eyktan . The terrifying smile of the Na’vi above made Jake’s whole body shiver. 

His fierce face leaned down and left a mark on the crook of his neck. Jake wrinkled his neck to escape but didn’t succeed. By the time he realized what was happening, it was too late. 

Repressed feelings. 

Passion turning into madness. 

Too much love to understand. 

The biggest hatred you can imagine. 

Jealousy towards Neytiri. 

And the satisfaction of having managed to kill her. 

They slowly flowed into his body. Jake had tears streaming down his face. He looked into those happy eyes. 

We are together now. 

He had been forced... It was done. 

“Is your grief that great, Jake?” 

Tonowari’s black pupils were wide, almost completely covering his ocean blue eyes. Deep down, Jake hoped that the other would take pity and let him go after knowing all his feelings. 

But not at all... Tonowari laughed again. 

He laughed... 

And smiled. 

So euphoric that he was shaking... ecstatic with the karma he had just committed. 

“I hate you...” 

“Yes, I know... I know you hate me.” 

For an instant, those eyes flickered... but it only lasted a moment before disappearing. Nobody noticed, not even himself. 

──

Day after day, everything passed slowly. 

Jake was drowning in sadness... he couldn’t know what was happening on the outside at all. 

There were some Metkayina children passing by the marui, but they didn’t care at all about the chained figure of the former Toruk Makto. 

... 

He looked across the water balcony... into the distance. 

He saw a reef Na’vi feeding the Ilu in the area. 

Jake was desperate to escape. Because no matter how much he made the sounds, they acted like they didn’t care. 

He didn’t know what had happened... but it was too abnormal. 

The remains of minced meat were thrown into the water. The Ilu swam and ate it... 

Jake continued to look like that, not moving. 

Until finally, what brought him out of his trance was the familiar sound of the placing of a tray. 

Aonung gave him medicine and food. 

Suddenly... 

“...” 

His fin was gripped tightly, and even when the young boy moved away from him, he could not free himself from the five-fingered palm. 

“My kids... I want to see them.” 

Every time they met, that plea was made. 

Aonung’s breathing hitched when he saw those amber eyes... sad, as if he were about to break. 

Why had his father done so much? 

He killed his mother... he killed the beloved mate of the former Toruk Makto and... 

“Aonung! Please, I beg you.” 

In the end, he couldn’t bear this horrid feeling. The young man’s mouth opened as if he was about to say something. 

However, the figure of the Olo’eyktan appeared before them both. 

Those fierce and dangerous eyes made Jake immediately let go of Aonung’s arm. 

“What were you talking about, Aonung?” he questioned with a kind smile but with some hidden meaning. The future Olo’eyktan was feeling as if he were being pressed to the brink of oblivion. 

“Nothing, father... J- Sa'nok was asking about his children.” 

Tonowari was very satisfied with the way Aonung referred to him. So, this time, he wouldn’t mind if his eldest child got involved with his Jake. 

“You may go now.” 

The boy nodded and after the tall and slender figure exited the marui, his eyes looked at Jake with mixed feelings. 

“Children? Your children?” 

The sea Na’vi stopped in front of Jake’s helpless body. He dropped down and hugged his body without resistance. 

“Tonowari... where are my kids?” his weak voice asked through tears. At that moment, he didn't have enough strength to resist any longer. 

“They are fine... they are happy with Neytiri.” 

Jake’s mind was pounding, struggling to form those words. 

Tonowari squeezed his body with his full hands and sat him on his lap. He spread his lips and kissed all over his neck. 

“What did you say?” 

“I sent them to live with their mother. You won’t have to worry about them anymore,” he responded casually in a low voice. Like he was talking about general matters. 

“Tonowari... do you know what you’ve done?” 

Tears that he thought would never flow again were now streaming all over his face. The smaller palms struck the robust body fiercely. 

Jake’s brain stopped, and he couldn’t think of anything... Don’t tell me Aonung has always avoided talking about his kids because of that. 

“I know. I know it very well.” 

“My sons. My daughters. How could you do this? They were just... kids.” 

Jake’s words began to blend together until he could barely make out his voice. While those sobs sounded, Tonowari simply comforted the man in his arms with a perverted smile. 

“Ma yawne, don’t cry. We can make your kids again at any time.” 

“No... no, no, stop talking.” 

“Come, Jake... From now on, you’re mine. Forget everything related to your old family.” 

“Tonowari... I’m begging you, please stop,” Jake pleaded through tears, using the last of his strength to try to escape from the man’s grip. 

He had lost everything... 

Everything... 

Nothing remained... 

Oh... Great Mother, Eywa- 

Wasn’t that the family you gave me? Why did happiness last so little? 

──

Hoping to get his family away from danger... he ended up sending them to their deaths. 

He can’t go back and fix anything... 

A loss that Jake cannot know about. His suffering would go beyond words. 

Every memory was in Tonowari’s head from the beginning. 

Cruel and immoral is an understatement. 

Perverse as a beast is not the right expression. 

Of what malevolent praise is this Olo’eyktan worthy? 

──

She was ambushed with great force to prevent the hunter from being able to defend herself in time. 

When that body lost its rhythm, the edge of a spear killed her with a single cut. 

- That’s how Neytiri died. 

──

Kidnapped at dusk, they tied his arms, blindfolded him and released his body outside the reef. 

The screams of the silhouette fighting to survive while being torn apart by a Pxazang echoed in immensity. 

The sea turned bright red one night that no one knew about. 

- That’s how Lo’ak died. 

──

They beat her with a stone and crushed her body while she was still alive, repeatedly until the flesh turned pulpy. Not even the bones were visible. 

It was mixed with fish scraps and distributed among the Ilu of the tribe so they could eat it. 

- That’s how Kiri died. 

──

Both his arms were amputated before tying his leg with a rope to a large rock. 

A bloody body that was still breathing and abandoned in the water not far from the village. 

Numerous air bubbles appeared and filled the surface of the blood-red water, before everything went silent. 

- That’s how Neteyam died. 

──

They gagged her, skinned her alive and rubbed salt all over her body. 

Some pieces of meat were cut to draw blood and attract animals to graze on her. 

The screams of unbearable agony only lasted a few minutes before disappearing. 

- That’s how Tuktirey died. 

──

If this is a dream... 

Jake Sully will probably never wake up from his nightmare ever again. 

THE END 

Vocabulary list: Pxazang ('Akula', ferocious Pandoran ocean animal that roams the reefs of the Eastern Sea), Ilu (large plesiosaurlike sea creature), Tsurak ('Skimwing', creature inhabiting the tropical oceans), Tulkun (large, intelligent marine species), Paskalin (sweet berry, 'term of endearment'), Yawne (beloved), Yawntu (loved one), Paysyul (water lily), Muntxatan (husband, male spouse), Sa’nok (mother), Tsaheylu ('bond', neural connection), Tsahìk (head shaman, high priest, interpreter), Olo’eyktan (clan leader)

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