#science and spirituality walk hand in hand

[traumatizedjaguar]

We are here to give love, to reflect love, and to retain love in ourselves. To form cohesive love energy which is relationships with others. And to build each other up by every word out of your mouth and every action you make. (And thought!)

1. Authenticity

Who are you really? Who are you not? Do you wear masks around people, say you’re a different person with your parents than you are at a party? Find who you really are and be that always no matter the scenario.

2. Control your thoughts

Your thoughts matter just as much as your actions. You have negative thoughts, you get negativity back, you put out positive thoughts, you get positivity back. God had a thought and created us, we’re made in His image, we have the power of creation with our thoughts. Use your thoughts and intentions wisely! Everything has energy imprint and law of attraction. Just think more positively and loving toward yourself it matters.

3. What you watch on social media or in movies

Have what you do on social media actually benefit you or someone else. Negative energy is what stays in your soul and can hurt you. Such as horror movies, true crime, or anything negative or harmful. Watch what you watch…

4. First 30 minutes in the morning and the last 30 minutes of your day.

Make it count, make it meaning and healthy. Because those times are what creates your reality, your routine, your religion. It shows what’s most important to you… what do you usually do during the first 30 minutes when you wake up and the last 30 minutes of your day?

We misinterpret what the Bible teaches. It teaches so many amazing things if you’re not taking it the wrong way.

‘Anything you are lacking, go get it and give it to someone else and you will now receive what you need’

Accept your problems, admit them, and sit with them, let your emotions flow through you and away. But always be honest, admit, be accountable. Trying to use drugs or do other things to escape will only stop you from healing. Look at your fraudulence, start admitting where you’re at, and admitting where you need to go.

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Day 22: heirloom

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The idea that in just a couple of days you were going to marry Spencer Reid felt unreal.

Your dream had always been to get married and start a small family with a good man: one who was gentle, hardworking, and, of course, kind.

Spencer adored you. There wasn’t a moment in the day when he wasn’t attentive to your needs, and even when work demanded a lot of his time, he made sure to stay in touch. He cared about you.

You doubted there were any words to describe the feelings you had for him. Love seemed like too short of a word compared to how you would practically give him your life if it made him happy. You were sure that the main reason you could sacrifice everything for him was that you knew your fiancé would never ask you to do such a thing.

You had gone to pick up your wedding dress from a fashion house that specialized in modernizing them, so you could wear what had once been your late mother’s dress. You thought it would be a nice way to honor her and let her know that you were now walking down the aisle, just as she had always hoped to see.

“Knock, knock,” you heard a voice at the door of the room that was serving as your dressing room.

Your future husband was wearing a dark brown tweed jacket, and his wavy hair fell gracefully around his face. Maybe it was the excitement of your upcoming wedding, but you found him more and more handsome, with that fair skin and those pink lips that made you want to cover him in kisses.

“Hello, sweetheart.”

“Am I interrupting anything?”

“No, I just tried on the dress a moment ago, and everything is perfect,” you said happily. He approached you, put his arms around your waist, and stole a kiss. “I look pretty.”

“You always look pretty,” he added. It seemed that this mutual adoration was shared because, at that moment, Spencer was looking at you as if he saw the sun, the moon, and the stars in your eyes.

“Do you want to see the dress?”

“No,” he quickly replied. “It’s bad luck.”

“Seriously?” you huffed, incredulous.

“They say it can ruin the ceremony or the marriage, and that’s the last thing I want.”

“For a man of science, you turned out to be quite superstitious.”

“Better safe than sorry,” he murmured, pouting a little, which you had no trouble kissing away. “I want everything to be perfect.”

“Something’s going to go wrong, that’s inevitable. Maybe I’ll trip on my way to the altar, your suit will catch fire, a guest will get aggressive, the priest won’t show up, we’ll get completely drunk, have sex, and I’ll get pregnant…”

“Everything sounds catastrophic except the last part,” he mused, making you laugh.

Your fiancé had been more affectionate lately, and you let him kiss your cheek. Slowly, he sniffed your face, moved to your hair, and finally nibbled gently on your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine.

“Spence…”

“I brought you something,” he whispered, his voice velvety near you.

You missed his warmth when he pulled away, rummaging through his pocket. You waited patiently and then saw him offer you a small burgundy box.

“But I already have my engagement ring, handsome,” you laughed, showing him your left hand.

Spencer shook his head and said it was something else, so curious about the contents of the box, you did as he asked. Inside was a beautiful gold locket, with a light blue surface and a white engraving of a bird flying near some flowers.

“It belonged to my mother,” he explained. “It’s kind of a family heirloom. It was supposed to be passed down through the daughters, but Mom only had me. And the week I was in Las Vegas, I asked her if I could give it to you.”

“Is that a hummingbird?”

“Yes. They have many spiritual meanings, but in this case, symbolize that our love is light, joyful, and enduring, as hummingbirds can travel great distances despite their size. It could also be a symbol of hope for a bright future for us.”

As he explained, you felt strangely moved by it all. You had never received anything like this before, and you always thought this kind of tradition was reserved for aristocratic or wealthy families. But no, your future life partner was offering you this treasure because he wanted you to continue that tradition, implying that one day you would have a daughter to pass it on to.

“There’s nothing inside.”

“You can put whatever you want in it.”

“I’ll put a picture of my husband,” you said with a smile, reaching up to place your hand on his cheek. “I love it. Thank you so much for giving it to me.”

“Mom was so happy. She loves you a lot.”

“And I love her. I’m grateful she’s letting me steal her son.”

“And she thinks the opposite. She’s happy to know I’ll be in good hands, with someone who loves and cares for me.”

You were drunk on love for him. You knew that, like everything in the world, relationships had their complications, but sometimes you liked to think Spencer was the perfect man for you.

Children always assumed their parents were soulmates, and you knew with certainty that yours wouldn’t be wrong.

Suddenly, one of your hands moved on its own to his hair, twirling a lock around your finger.

“How strange would it be if I put one of those golden curls I love so much in my locket?”

“In this situation, it’d be romantic, actually. But if you were a stranger, it’d be classified as stalking and could escalate to homicide.”

Laughter burst from your chest, and he smiled to himself, pleased he had made you laugh.

“I still find it hard to believe we’re getting married. It’s so strange.”

“In a bad way?”

“No, no. I mean, it feels… like a dream. I feel too happy for it to be real.”

“Well, I assure you it’s very real,” he assured you, holding you tenderly.

Even if Spencer didn’t tell you he loved you (which he did all the time), just looking into his eyes would be enough for you to know. Those honey-colored eyes, like a deer’s, that refused to look at anyone but you.

A phone call interrupted your moment, and you caught a glimpse of the contact name: David Rossi. Spencer greeted him kindly but somewhat confused, and as the conversation progressed, his frown deepened. You heard him tell the man several times that it wasn’t necessary, that he didn’t want him to go to the trouble, and he shook his head more times than you could count. But apparently, his friend was insistent on the matter, whatever it was.

“Is everything okay?”

“Rossi wants us to go to a wine tasting now. He says he’ll cover the cost of all the drinks for the wedding reception.”

At that moment, you understood why Spencer had been so adamant in refusing, and you were quite surprised by the offer. David knew you, but you didn’t expect him to offer something on that scale.

“Isn’t that too much?”

“I tried to tell him, but he’s as stubborn as a mule. He insists it’s a special occasion since the baby of the unit is getting married.”

A soft exclamation escaped your lips, and Spencer chuckled, not entirely pleased that you agreed with the nickname.

“Everyone loves you so much. We love you so much.”

You stood on your tiptoes to give him one last (or so you hoped) kiss on the cheek and hurried to grab the bag with your dress. You were about to leave when you stopped in your tracks, telling him you had forgotten something.

“What is it?”

“I forgot to ask for your help fastening my locket.”

He smiled and happily obliged, taking special care with the task. From that day on, the piece of jewelry became practically a part of you. And, as tradition dictated, it was passed on to your daughter when someone was worthy of receiving it.

[cosmicdahlias]

Take Me Under

a ford x reader fic

MINORS DNI

Bill knows Ford likes you and makes him drug you while possessed. After a short internal struggle of morals, he decides to take advantage of you.

warnings: NONCON, drugging, somnophilia, oral, smut

so this is a spiritual successor to my last fic, it’s not a continuation but the themes are similar

It was a warm summer night in Gravity Falls. The crickets chirped as you sat out on the porch with your research partner, Stanford Pines. You nursed your glass of whiskey that Ford had poured for you. It had been a long night of research, Ford was trying to build an interdimensional gateway, stuff you would’ve thought five years ago only existed in science fiction, but he really was a genius.

His other partner had already gone home for the night, Fiddleford. He was a good guy, but you were kind of happy he had left already. You liked him just fine but the truth was you had feelings for his cohort.

You blushed whenever Ford looked your way, eyed his hands as they fiddled with the laboratory devices, wondering to yourself how his hands would feel on you. There were so many times you wanted to tell him how you felt, to confess your true feelings. With Fiddleford almost always present the timing never felt right, but tonight you had Ford all to yourself.

Neither of you said much, just taking in the night air. You bounced your leg nervously, you started to feel light headed but decided to ignore it. Ford studied your face, it was clear you were anxious about something.

“Y/n, are you okay?”

You bit the bullet and took a deep breath.

“Ford, I-“

But before you could get another word out the world around you began to sway, the corners of your vision going black, the darkness slowly creeping in. You felt yourself falling forward. The last thing you heard was Ford’s voice.

“Y/n? Y/n!”

-

Ford caught you in his arms, he looked down at you, not sure what to do. He shook you.

“Y/n! Y/n!”

He tried to collect his thoughts, what the hell had just happened? You were fine all day and now you were out cold. He put a hand to your forehead, it felt normal, you weren’t sick.

A chilling laugh that made the hairs on his neck stand on end echoed through his head.

“Well well well well well well well well well, looks like the perfect opportunity is right in front of you, sixer.”

Ford swallowed. “Bill?”

“The one and only. So what do you think of my handiwork?”

“Handiwork? What handiwork?”

“Oh come on, you’ve been pining after this kid for ages and you’ve been too darn afraid to do anything so I figured I’d throw you a bone.”

Ford felt a pit grow in his stomach “Bill… what did you do?”

“It’s really not that big of a deal, sixer. I just had you add a little something special to their drink.”

Ford was horrified. “Bill, that’s- you can’t-“

“Oh come off it Fordsy, you and I both know this is a golden opportunity. Do you seriously think you’re gonna have the guts to even kiss them when they’re awake?”

Ford bit his lip, Bill was right, he was a coward when it came to you.

“Mull it over, I’ll leave you two alone for now, don’t be a pussy. Byyyyyyeeeee.”

And with that things were quiet again, it was just Ford and you lying unconscious in his arms. He felt his pulse in his throat. He had wanted to kiss you, to know you intimately for so long. Would he really get another chance like this?

He stood up, and carried you through the front door. He walked through the dark cabin, the floorboards creaking underneath his feet. He opened the door to his room and walked to the edge of his bed, setting you down gently on the plush covers.

He cupped your cheek, stroking it with his thumb. He knew it was sick, but thought you looked incredibly cute passed out. Your lips were parted slightly, so kissable. He couldn’t resist, he leaned down and kissed you deeply and felt himself grow achingly hard. Fuck, this felt so wrong but he didn’t have the will to stop himself now.

His fingers traced the top button of your blouse, undoing each of them slowly, kissing his way down the valley between your breasts as he did so.

He thumbed the delicate lace of your bra, god if you hadn’t planned to be seen like this why would you wear something so sexy underneath? He slipped a hand down your back to sit you up so he could undo your bra.

He sucked in a breath as he laid you back down and took in the sight of your breasts, they were so fucking perfect. He had pictured it in his mind thousands of times but the real thing was even better than he imagined. He took one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling it with his tongue. Taking your other breast in his hand, he circled your nipple with his index finger.

His cock throbbed through his pants. If this was wrong why was he so turned on? Was he really that depraved? He shook his head, trying to escape the thoughts and enjoy the moment.

He ran his calloused hands up your thighs and started to pull down your pants. He let out a small dark chuckle, matching underwear. Yeah, you were asking for this. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of your panties and slid them off your legs. The sight of you elicited another sinister laugh from him. You were soaking wet, even in your unconscious state your body begged for him.

He pulled his hands off of you and began removing his trench coat, next his sweater vest and collared shirt. He unbuckled his belt, letting it hit the floor with a loud thud. He slid his boxers off of his hips and let them fall over his discarded pants.

He stroked himself absentmindedly as he studied your naked body. He wished he had a polaroid camera so he could save this moment forever. He wanted to ravage you, claim you. Then it occurred to him that it would only be fair to make you cum if he was going to destroy you.

He slid himself down the length of your body, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. His hot breath tickled your pussy. He took your clit in his mouth, his tongue flicking it rapidly. He moaned into your pussy, you tasted so fucking good. He wished that you were awake so you could tangle your fingers in his hair. He slid his index and middle finger inside of you, pumping roughly into you.

He felt your walls tighten around his fingers, your wetness dripping out of you. He worked you with a steady rhythm, savoring the delicious wet sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of you.

He sucked your clit furiously, his fingers fucking you with a brutal intensity. Your pussy began to spasm around his fingers, he knew you were close. He kept at his pace, wanting to push you to orgasm.

“That’s it, baby, cum for me.”

You began to pulse around his fingers, a small moan escaped your lips. He reveled in your orgasm. His cock leaked precum and twitched wildly. Nothing had ever gotten him this aroused.

He got up, dragging you head first to the edge of the bed, tilting your head back. He swiped his finger on your tongue, feeling the warmth of your mouth. He angled his cock to your lips and shoved himself down your throat.

He fucked your mouth aggressively, panting and swearing. You looked so pretty with his cock in your throat. He bucked his hips into your face, holding a hand to your neck, feeling his cock bulge in your throat.

He felt himself getting close, and pulled out. His breathing was ragged. He took a moment to collect himself before picking you up and laying you back down with your head on the pillow.

He climbed on top of you and kissed you deeply, hands fondling your breasts. He aligned his cock with your entrance and with a loud groan forced himself into you all the way to the hilt. The way your pussy gripped his cock was perfect.

-

Your eyes fluttered open, all you could see from the dim light of the bedside table lamp was a figure moving on top of you. As your eyes adjusted and you started to come back to reality it hit you just what was happening and who it was.

“FORD WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

“Oh, you’re awake. I’m sorry but you passed out and you just looked so perfect that I had to have you.”

You desperately tried to free yourself from underneath him, you clawed at his arms. He took your wrists in his hands and pinned them down above your head.

“Don’t- ah, don’t struggle. I promise I’ll make you feel good.”

“Ford, stop. Please.” You cried.

“I can’t, nngh, you feel too good.”

He fucked you hard, pumping his thick cock into you. The slick, wet sounds filling the room. He forced his lips on yours and moaned into your mouth, his tongue shoving its way to the back of your throat.

You wrestled yourself out of his grip and pushed him off of you. You scrambled off of the bed and ran for your life for the door, but Ford was faster. He tackled you and pinned you to the floor.

“Baby please don’t make this, ugh, harder than it has to be.” He whispered into your ear as you fought back against him.

He pulled you to your feet and shoved you back down on the bed, pinning your wrists once more. He was going to finish what he started. He violently forced himself into you again, his rhythm punishing. He groaned loudly and bit your neck, you whimpered. His cock twitching at the noise.

He stopped for a second, reaching into the bedside drawer and pulled out a pair of handcuffs that he had stolen off a cop during a night of possession by Bill. He cuffed your hands above your head. His hand now free to travel south, making its way to your clit. He drew circles with his fingers while continuing to brutally fuck you, causing your pussy clench around his cock. The pleasure was indescribable, god he loved it.

You tried to struggle again, but Ford held you down by the waist with his free hand. His breathing quickened, he was close, you were too. He pounded you into the mattress, the bed frame shaking.

“Fuck you’re gonna make me cum, I need you to cum around my cock.”

His fingers didn’t let up, you felt yourself getting closer to the edge. You bit into his into his shoulder and felt the skin break, the sickly metallic taste of blood flooding your mouth. That was enough to send Ford over, he cocked his head back and his moan echoed throughout the cabin. You cried out as you came, tears welling in your eyes.

Ford shuddered and panted, he was spent. He rolled off of you and collapsed beside you. You laid there, shaking and crying. Ford took your face in his hand, wiping away the tears with his thumb.

“Shh shh shh, it’s okay, you’re okay.” He cooed. “Let me get those cuffs off of you.”

With a click of the little key your hands were released. You thought about using this as an opportunity to run, but you felt frozen. He kissed you lazily on your lips and neck, then he pulled you against his chest. His big calloused hands stroked your back. You felt strangely comforted, safe almost. You had always wanted this, to be wrapped in Ford’s arms.

Ford had desired you for so long, and now that he finally had you he wasn’t going to let you go.

[blogthebooklover]

I'll Never See Him Again (Mae)

Author's Note: Here's the one from Mae's perspective, once again inspired by Disney's Pocahontas. This is also available on Wattpad. I've included three human OCs for this one shot! I also snuck two familiar names from Supernatural, however, it is not the beloved characters exactly lol. This is also my first time writing a character who is nonbinary/genderfluid/androgynous; and the character uses they/them pronouns. I did my absolute best to be as respectful as I could. I also apologize in advance if there is any indication of negative stereotypes, because that was not the intention.

They took him.  Her human companions took Noa.  All because he wanted to see her again.  Mae dropped to her knees and buried her face in her hands.  She was only trying to help rebuild the human race, under the direction of her leader.  On her mission, the only ones to show any sort of empathy and compassion to her, were the evolved orangutan and chimpanzee.  So soon after the deaths of her team.  

Her affiliation and alliance with them during that time, created the beginning of a conflict within herself.  The girl raised a hand to her neck, and pulled out the medallion of Caesar.  The last connection to Raka as well.

It was Noa’s gift to her to reflect on their time and her grief.

And it was the first one that wasn’t given to her by her parents or friends.

She felt tears stream down her cheeks as she clasped the medallion in her hands.  Mae did not consider herself to be spiritual or religious, she remembered her history lessons about the past 200-300 years and before.  How humans always had conflicts regarding religion and science.  However, whomever this Caesar was to the apes, she prayed silently to him.  She went down on her knees, still clasping the necklace in her hand.  The young woman prayed for Noa’s safety.

Her silent prayer was interrupted by the sounds of footsteps coming down the hall.  It was a former classmate of hers, from her history lessons as a child.  That’s right, they went by Gem now and presented as androgynous.  “Mae,” they said, crouching down to the girl’s level, “are you all right?”  

“No, I’m not,” the girl replied, “they took my…my friend.”   

“That monkey?”

“He’s an ape, not a monkey.”

“Sorry,” Gem muttered, “is he…the one you mentioned on your journey above?”

Mae nodded, sucking in her lips to keep from crying again, “All this happened because he helped me, and I…I almost killed him…Twice.  And now…I don’t know what our commanding officers will do to him.  Either keep him for experiments or kill him.”  “He was already outside the bunker, Mae,” Gem explained calmly, placing their hand on Mae’s shoulder, “he had a weapon on him.”

“Merely for protection,” Mae argued, “I’ve seen it for myself.”  Gem bit the inside of their cheek, thinking about the next thing to say.  

“Forgive me, but were you praying just now?” they raised an eyebrow toward her.  Mae decided she couldn’t lie anymore and nodded her head in response.  “I don’t recall you being the religious type.”  Mae felt a small smile tug at the corners of her lips, but it didn’t reach her eyes, “Perhaps I did so for my friend’s sake.”

Gem’s head shot up quickly, they had an idea.  “C’mon, I know what to do.”

X.X.X.X.X.X.

An hour later, Gem and Mae walked down the hallway deep inside the bunker.  The two came upon a laboratory the scientists and doctors used for research, as well as an infirmary.  Two guards, who were also former classmates from Mae’s history lessons, stood watch over the entrance of the lab.  Gem greeted the two, giving each a nod, “Dean, Sam.”  The two returned the greeting. 

“Mae wishes to speak to the prisoner,” Gem explained sternly, maintaining strong eye contact with their former classmates.  “On what grounds?” Dean asked, placing his hands on his hips.  Mae bit her lip, thinking up any lie she could to get into the lab to see Noa.  Then it hit her, “I have some questions for him.”

“The general already interrogated the prisoner,” explained Sam, reciting it like he had memorized the words from a textbook.  Gem and Mae exchanged a quick glance with each other.  “He sent me to conduct further questions,” Mae lied, sensing the subtle change in the atmosphere.  She secretly hoped the two guards bought the lie.  

It was Dean who caved in, “Be quick, they might return at any moment.”  He turned around and punched in the key code for the door.

He stepped to the side to let Mae through.  The young woman glanced over her shoulder to Gem, offering them a small smile in thanks.  Gem returned it in kind.  Mae inhaled a deep breath, and stepped through the door.  

X.X.X.X.X.X.

Mae walked into the lab and glanced around for any sign of Noa.  It was dimly lit and there was the low hum of the computers.  Her blue eyes widened slightly when she eventually found him.  

They placed Noa in a cage.

His back was turned to her, he was hunched over and she could see he was hugging himself tightly.  Mae walked slowly over to the young ape, when she was in front of the cage, she crouched down to his level.  She reached out her hand slowly to him, debating on whether to touch his shoulder.  Regardless of his cognitive abilities being so close to humans, he was still an animal.  

And just like humans, animals did not belong in cages.

She lowered her hand and called out softly to him, “Noa?”  The young ape perked up at the sound of her voice, and glanced over his shoulder.  When he saw it was her, he turned around fully to face her.  Noa locked his golden jade eyes with her own sky blue ones.  It was the same expression he had given her, when her human companions took him away.  It was also the same one he had that day, when she aimed her pistol at Proximus Caesar.  A silent plea.

“Mae,” he whispered, reaching his hand through the bars.  She took hold of it with both of hers.  The young woman noticed how huge just his one hand was between her own.  She felt tears well up again in her eyes.  The ape took notice of her tears, reaching up his free hand and softly brushing his knuckles against her cheek to wipe them away.  He cupped her face with that same hand and she leaned into it.

There was only one thing that was on her mind.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered.

“For what?”

“For getting you placed here.  For lying to you.  For…for almost killing you and your clan.”

Noa’s eyes widened slightly at this, this time she was sure he could read the sincere truth in her eyes.  “Mae…” he couldn’t find the words to respond to her.  However, there was one way.  The hand cradling her cheek gently pulled her closer, as best as he could from the bars, he placed his forehead against hers.  She breathed a shuddering exhale against his lips.  She felt the emblem of Caesar brush against his chest.    

 The young chimp inhaled through his nostrils, she briefly wondered if he had picked up her scent.  “I am sorry, too,” Noa whispered, “I should not…have come here.  But I am glad…I did.”  Mae pulled back slightly to look at him, biting her lower lip, debating on what to say next to him.  “Maybe…it would’ve been better if we never met,” she said , choosing her words as carefully as she could.  However, she doubted the chimpanzee in front of her believed her words.  He was too intelligent for that, briefly recalling their conversation in Trevethan’s room, and what was supposed to be their farewell outside of his village.

“I do not regret it,” Noa breathed against her lips, “I see you…as my friend.”

Mae felt more tears well in her eyes, she felt Noa’s thumb gently stroking her cheek, brushing away the ones that fell.  In the distance, she heard the door to the lab open and Gem calling out, “Mae, we have to go.”

The young woman sighed sadly, nodding her head so slowly it was hard to tell.  Noa noticed it, though.  “You must go,” he whispered, letting go of her face, “your clan is coming.”  Mae locked eyes with the male chimp once more, “Noa…”  “You will always be my friend,” he whispered, she noticed there were tears welling in his golden jade eyes.  He took a gentle hold of the medallion between them, “Important.”  She let her tears fall like the last time he said that word. 

She stood up, the move forcing Noa to release the necklace, she still had a hold on to his large hand.  She briefly glanced down at their entwined hands, noticing how small hers was compared to the chimpanzee’s.  The young woman reluctantly let go of the ape’s hand, which was still in the air reaching out to her.  Mae turned away slowly, walking toward the door to the hall.

When the door shut behind her, she could hear Noa release a feral screech of pain and sadness.  She could also hear the banging of the bars, she darkly imagined he was throwing his whole body at them.  Mae rolled her fingers into fists, clenching so tight her knuckles turned white, to keep from releasing more tears again.

[flowerbetweenfangs]

Love Bite

6.2k words.

CW: Dead lover (although not seen dead), general zombie/undead activities. While the ghouls are sapient/pass the harkness test, they are made up of an amalgamation of human bodies. If that disturbs you, I would skip this one.

Disclaimer: I haven't seen/played or consumed any Fallout media, these ghouls aren't like those (at least not intentionally). They're more like Frankenstein's monsters,/the ghouls from Tokyo Ghoul with a more spiritual connection.

Summary: A woman goes to the undead base on feeding night to get some answers... And maybe more from their leader.

This was originally written as a script, and I've repurposed it as a short story. I hope the switch works.

The radio had been blaring for hours, warning that it was feeding night. While most of the undead would be confined to hallowed ground, a few stragglers had been spotted roaming the streets. It wasn’t unheard of for a living human to be on the receiving end of a life changing, or ending, bite. The only people out were the Cleaners, driving slowly in armored vehicles, coming out in special suits that, supposedly, a ghoul couldn’t bite through.

You had managed to avoid being seen by both, ducking around corners and sprinting past streetlights. The belt around your waist was heavy, but filled with the items needed to fend off an undead that ventured too close. They had formed a shaky peace with the humans who occupied the town, offering their services as both mediums and mercenaries. Tougher than the average human, with a connection to the veil between life and death. Their prices were never cheap, of course, but it seemed to be something people would pay for.

In return, they were allowed free run once a night to feast. Although if the rumors were true, then the ghouls would also pay for access to fresh meat outside of the allotted date. The same thing that brought them to life wouldn’t last forever, and there were whispers of the undead showing up with fresher body parts than they had previously.

Nothing official, of course. But rumors, like hordes, spread fast and couldn’t be contained for long.

You weren’t sure if them eating the living or using their bodies for… Bodies was worse.

As you passed another armored truck, two Suits scraped up a mishmash of ghoul and its victim. Both had lost the fight.

Pushing it out of your mind, you swallowed and steeled yourself for what was to come.

The moon had reached its high point when you arrived at the cathedral. Iron gates surrounded it on all sides. You could see Roamers out front, moaning in their own language with an occasional bit of the local tongue slipped in. Judging by how human their bodies still looked, they must have been recently turned.

Walking around, you found a hole in the fence and wriggled under it. Your belt caught, stopping you against where sidewalk met grass. Pulling a baton free, you clutched it one hand, and unclipped the belt with the other.

As fast as you could, you crawled under the pickets, wincing as your shirt snagged on one and ripped. With the moaning and groaning in the background, you hoped the sound was masked. Sucking in your stomach, you wriggled under and quickly yanked the belt after you, quickly putting it back on before standing.

A paper fell out of your unbuttoned pouch, and you snatched it up, trying to shove the contents back inside while keeping your head on a swivel.

Keeping the baton out, you stared at the stained glass windows. Once upon a time, they had shown images of doves, holy books, and saints. Now, they showed the undead, brought to life by a mixture of science and a bit of magic. Some said they were the second coming, but you didn’t believe it.

Gritting your teeth, you made a beeline for the side door. The front was filled with the roamers. A few were passed out on the ground, chests rising and falling with the memory of breathing.

It took all your self-control not to turn around and go through the hole you came through.

It was all going well, until you felt a wet spot on the back of your shirt. Pausing, you put a hand to the spot, and pulled away your fingers, heart leaping in your throat when you saw they came away red.

Blood.

A warm summer breeze hit you, and the creaking of ancient bones filled the air as the roamers turned in your direction. Cloudy eyes squinted as nostrils flared. Clutching the baton, you ran to the side door.

The handle felt slick in your grasp as you fumbled with it. As you tugged, the sound of metal scraping on metal seemed so loud, no doubt alerting the hoard of your presence if your blood already hadn’t.

Some shuffled toward you, heads tilted to the side as they seemed to take you in, But before you could get a better look, you yanked the door open and ran inside, slamming it behind you.

A few candles lit up the hallway as florescent lights flickered above enough to give you pause. Panting, you clutched the weapon tighter as you waited for something to burst from the darkness.

Something instead hit the door behind you, spurring you forward. Casting a glance over your shoulder, you saw a few staring at you through the glass. Sweaty palm prints pressed against the pane as they leaned against it. Black fluid seeped from lips as they sniffed.

Backing away, you had barely turned around when you nearly slammed into a figure in the dark. You took a swing, feeling it connect. A grunt told you it made an impact. The scent of posies and peppermint filled your nose, making your hair stand on end.

Then, a large hand wrapped around your arm, twisting it to make you drop the weapon, Your body turned with it, dumping a few of your belt’s contents onto the floor. Before your arm snapped, you saw the amber eyes, a signature of the resurrected dead.

He sniffed, the ichor seeping from his lips. Unlike the Roamers outside, it was less viscous and more of a dark grey as opposed to pure black.

You brought your hand back to strike him, but he let go, sending you to the floor in a heap. Before you could get your bearings, he reached down and picked up the paper.

“You’re here to see Romero?” His teeth looked like they had been filed to a point. His grey tongue stewed in more drool.

The raspy voice sent another chill up your spine. Sure, ghouls could speak, but it was one thing to hear it over a radio or television, another thing to hear it in person.

“Y-yeah.” You managed to say, eyeing your weapon. As you inched toward it, you felt your stomach drop as the creature’s hand grabbed your shoulder, then slid down to your bicep.

Unceremoniously hauled to your feet, you winced and waited for the bite….

But it never came. 

“Very well….” He started to walk, all but pulling down the hallway. To keep yourself from being dragged, you regained your footing and did your best to match the much larger man’s pace.

When you both came to double doors leading the auditorium, you saw the name plate.

Romero.

The ghoul knocked on the door, his meaty fist making it echo in the empty hall. You squinted, half expecting more undead to come scrambling out of the dark and to devour you.

“Enter.” A voice called from on the other side of the door. It was muffled, but your heart still skipped a beat at how… Familiar it sounded.

Your escort opened the door. The creaking drug out, and your heart skipped a beat to see…

A man you’d never seen before. The scarred, mismatched skin of a ghoul covered his body, along with the split coloring of black and white on his scalp, one half straight, the other curly. His attire was a suit, pressed, with a bright red tie.

He was sat at a desk next to the pulpit, flipping through a file. Classical music softly played on a record player, not audible beyond the room.

“Leave us, please.” He didn’t look up from his file.   

The escort’s grip on your arm loosened. Hot breath stirred at your neck, and you turned at the last second, seeing his opened mouth mere inches from your shoulder.

“Get your mouth away from her.” The file hit the desk, scattering a few loose pieces of paper. Romero finally looked up, eyes shimmering in the candlelight.

Your escort stepped away, wiping his mouth and slurping down the drool.

“How would you like it if someone gave you a plate of food they’d taken a bite out of?” Romero’s eyes narrowed, and he snapped his fingers, pointing to the door.

“Sorry boss, won’t happen again.”

 “Make sure of it.” Romero followed him to the door. The creaking of his joints made you grit your teeth. His movements were just slow enough to look strange. How long had it been since you fed? Your eyes flicked to the desk again, where you saw a plate, only juices remaining of what he’d been eating.

Swallowing, you stood up straight, trying to not show fear.

Romero closed the door, turning the lock and hanging the key on a nail next to it.

“So.” He deeply sighed, closing his eyes. Veins protruded from his skin, slithering across his brow and cheeks. “You’ve come to the cathedral during feeding night.”

He opened his eyes, the veins stopped squirming, and he began to walk toward you, hands clasped behind his back. When he stopped, the scent of peppermint rolled over you. Sweat beaded on your upper lip as you swallowed, trying to not spit as the scent burrowed its way into your mouth and tongue.

“I’m amazed the horde didn’t take you at the gate.” He towered over you, eyes tracking back and forth as he sized you up.

Your breath caught in your throat as memories flooded back. Those eyes… So long ago.

They looked at you with love.  

“Relax.” He turned to the side and waved a dismissive hand through the air, as if trying to rid himself of a bad smell. “I’m not fond of eating someone whose mind would be a detriment to my intellect.”   

“A detriment?” You raised a brow, shaking the thoughts from your mind. Right. The creature in front of you was a thief!

“That’s how I would describe your actions. Too stupid to live.” He unfolded the piece of paper, staring at the flyer and rolling his eyes.  

“If more people like you were in power, the undead would have overtaken the city in months when we first started to walk.”

“Are you going to insult me this whole time?” You clenched your fists. “If this is how you treat everyone, I’m amazed the undead weren’t mowed down when you first started to walk.”

“Have a seat.” He gestured to the pew in front of the desk, before pulling open a drawer. “Clementine? Cranberries?” 

“What?” You expected to see a few cans or fruit cups, but your mouth watered when he pulled out the fresh produce, along with a bottle of water.  

“You think we only eat the flesh of the dead?” He tossed you the bottle of water, which you caught. Checking to make sure that it hadn’t been opened or had holes in the cap, you slowly opened it. “You’ve got a lot to learn.” 

Finishing the water bottle, you set it next to you on the pew. You heart skipped a beat as his eyes fell on you again, now glittering with curiosity.

“You’re too old for your actions to be a dare or some childish foolhardiness.” Romero didn’t sit, but leaned on his desk. It creaked under his weight. “Did a spurned lover put you out? Angry boss threw you here because you fell behind on your performance?”   

You shook your head. Why was he asking so many questions?

Sweat trickled down your neck as you pushed down the memories starting to rear their heads again. Grabbing the water bottle, you made a show of crushing it down until only a small ring of plastic was under the cap.

“Are you in debt? Terminally ill?” His voice was softer, light returning to his eyes. His cheeks and hands started to look less clammy. “Because if it’s the latter, you’ll find no reprieve here. A vampire might be more to your liking.” 

“If I had those problems, then I would have let the hordes in the street take me. Maybe I would have been someone dragging terrified living through the halls.” You put a hand to your bicep, knowing it was likely going to bruise. At least a handprint was better than a bite mark.

“You’ve seen my kind.” The kindness was gone as he all but bit off each word. He held up an arm, showing where his wrist met the rest of his arm. The skin tones were slightly different. “Mismatched and sewn together from the best parts the dead—” He paused, rolling his eyes in a reluctant admittance. “—And occasional living, offer. We pay for the bodies, they pay us for the minds.”

“Yes.” You nodded to the paper in his hand. “I’ve seen it. Flyers around town, teasing them with promises of being able to talk to loved ones who passed on, or helping the police find criminals.”

“Is that why you’ve come?” He smiled, crumpling the paper in his fist and tossing it over his shoulder.

Inhaling sharply, you gripped your pant legs, nails digging into the fabric.   

“Did I hit a nerve?” The smile grew larger, but didn’t reach his eyes. A small part of you was relieved.  

“I take it you didn’t come prepared with money?”

“The flyer didn’t—”    

“I never take clients on feeding nights.” He held up a hand to cut you off, then stepped down the stairs to close the distance between you. “Too grisly. Lots of people upset that I’m eating in front of them.” 

You couldn’t hide your disgust as your lip drew backward and your face scrunched up. Leaning back in the pew, you crossed your arms. So, you’d come all this way for nothing?

“I’ve consumed lots of minds over the years.”  He put two fingers to his temples. “So many memories jumbled together. It’s hard to tell who they originally belonged to. The process to get… Specific can be taxing.  Of course, these things don’t come cheap, but there are many who are willing to pay if it means getting some closure from a loved one.”  

The eyes… They stared at you, trying to gauge your reaction. When your face relaxed, you were rewarded with a clementine. Peeling back the skin, you stared down at the fruit.

“Usually something is needed to trigger recollection. A trinket. A song.”  His voice was a lot closer. Closing your eyes, you didn’t dare look up to see how near he was to your face. Surprisingly, you could smell mint mixed in with his warm breath.   

“A smell…” 

A breeze stirred. And the memories lanced their way through your mind. Even when your squeezed your eyes shut, they remained.

“I can see it now, actually.” Romero’s voice was faint, fading into the ambience of downtown. A train whistled, and you sat on a bench, a suitcase at your side.  

 “You were supposed to meet him at the train station.” Romero’s voice was gone. The cadence… The tone… the speech pattern. You didn’t dare turn around to face him, for fear that everything would fade away. His voice. The one that matched the eyes.

“Both of you wanted to escape to a new city, leave this life behind. A place without the undead. Where you wouldn’t have to worry about the pressures of your families. Somewhere no one knew either of you. A clean slate. Thrive, not just survive.”   

“But his family had debts.” The scene began to fade away as a clock above the train tracks spun, people and other occupants of the station moved by in a blur.

“Ones that buried them worse than the corpses that make up the graveyard. They gave up everything to make it. Gambling on someone that they hoped would be the light at the end of their miserable tunnel.”  

The cathedral returned, and you saw Romero’s mismatched hand out of the corner of your eye.

“He was far from the only one.” The ghoul dropped his hand and shook his head. The pew creaked as he stood back in front of you.    

“His body was the base for my current form.” He ran his hands over his suit, fingers tracing over the buttons. For a moment, you thought he would undo them and show you the patchwork beneath it.

“But, like many, it needed better pieces. Parts had to be replaced. So many minds were absorbed in creating this.” His hands went back to his temples, pointer fingers resting on them.  

 “Of… Me?” He sounded unsure, brow furrowing as his straight hair fell over his eyes. “Us?”

His fingers went from his temples to his eyelids.   

“The eyes stayed, though. His were lovely. Although I suppose you knew that the moment ours met.” 

 You sucked in air through your teeth.

“What…” He shook his head and dropped his hands, placing a hand on his chest. His voice lacked bravado. For a moment, it looked like a tear was shimmering on his cheek. “Who he was doesn’t exist anymore. He’s… sorry. That he left you waiting. But he’s glad to see you’re doing well.”

Your heart fell into your stomach. If you hadn’t been sitting, then your legs would have given out. Panting, you placed a hand on your chest in a mirror of his own pose.  

 “Interesting…” His hand went to cover his mouth, but you would still hear his words. “Memories of the dead… Creating feelings.”   

He made a fist and cleared his throat, body becoming stiff.

“Is that all you needed to hear? I think we’re pushing things as we are.”   

“How did you do all that? Make me see that night?” Your words came out barely above a whisper. Your voice shook with each word. “Is this some trick?”

Your heart fluttered, and you reached out to touch the ghoul, as if that would bring them all back again.

“Forgive me, it was a mistake to refer to him in the present tense.” He started to back away from you, waving his hand in that dismissive way. “I don’t mean to make you angry.” 

 “I’m…” You felt tears slipping down your cheeks, large and hot. They fell down onto your collar and chest. “Not angry…” It surprised you, but you realized it was the truth. You certainly weren’t happy… But far from… The fury you expected.

“Such an expression doesn’t do you justice.” His expression softened, and his hand cupped your soaked cheek.  

“You’re still radiant despite it.” 

“Is this… Normal?”

 “Your presence is pulling him to the forefront. Quieting the others.” He put a finger to his lips with his freehand, closing his eyes. Inhaling deeply, he exhaled the minty breath over your face, covering you with goosebumps.

You didn’t dare say anything. Didn’t breathe. Worried that any noise you made would send him back to the hive mind. Losing him forever. A second death after seeing him for only a short amount of time.

How could people subject themselves to this?

“There are a lot of minds I’ve absorbed. Memories.” His hand went from your cheek to the curve of your neck. 

“But never emotions.” 

 “So does that mean he’s… Piloting you right now?” You felt silly for asking. Of course he wouldn’t be. Why would he refer himself to the third person?

“It would be impossible to bring him back, I apologize.” He dropped his hand. The icy cold of your cheek stung, like he’d slapped it.

“And yet…”

You finally sucked in a breath. Your heart slammed against your ribs, a battering ram that threatened to break them. Swallowing hard, you placed your palms on the back of the pew and forced yourself to stand.

“I appreciate all you’ve done. But I think we’re moving past a professional relationship.”

“Right. Yes.” He finally broke the gaze, and it was like a piece of you was torn free. “There is a cot that you can stay on until feeding night is over. Once the sun is out, then you can head home.”

You headed to the door, hand hovering above the key. It was the one thing that would give your freedom, but lock him away forever.

So many questions swirled around in your mind. It was a rare opportunity.

Turning back around, you nearly jumped out of your skin when you saw Romero standing between the pews. Far enough away to give him deniability of following you, but closer than he’d been when you’d arrived.  

“Perhaps it’s these eyes of his.” He clasped his hands behind his back. “But ever since you walked into this room, I haven’t been able to see you as food, but as a thing of beauty. And your smell… Appetizing, but it entranced me further.” 

He took another step closer, eyes flicking to the key. It was slow enough to give you enough time to leave. To tell him to stop.

But you didn’t move.

These eyes of his…

Memories… Feelings… Sorry… Glad to see you’re doing well…

“I don’t want you to get confused.” You blurted. “You aren’t him.”

“I know.” He admitted. “But these memories…” He stopped within arm’s length of you. “I will never be a replacement for him, but perhaps you can find some comfort in that a small part of him will continue to live on.”

You sniffed and wiped your eyes. The touch. The gaze. The way he talked… There was no way to convince yourself it was him…

But this was as close as you could get.

You closed the distance between you two and wrapped your arms around him. The way he felt was… Wrong, but at least the warmth was the same. You expected stiff and cold. But you let your head rest on his chest, expecting to hear and feel the familiar rhythm of his heart.

Only silence answered.   

His fingers went under your chin, and he tilted your head up toward his. Rough lips brushed against yours in a chaste kiss. You closed your eyes. All you could see was the ghoul in the darkness.

“Perhaps we can continue to learn from one another.” His lips scratched against your earlobe. “You’ll find more of your love’s memories, and I’ll explore these emotions and senses…” His fingers slid between yours, the touch sending a jolt of pleasure through you.  

You finally locked eyes with him, looping your arms around his neck. His hands went to your waist, and your bodies pressed up against one another.

Your lips met again, and he grabbed the back of your head and crushed you two together. He moaned softly, his rough mouth wet against yours. Remembering the ichor, you squeezed your own shut and prayed none would get into your mouth.

Then, a growl.

A sharp pain went up the curve of your neck. His hair brushed your skin and you tangled your hands in his hair.

Had it all been an act?

Was this how you died?

Then, he was off, licking his lips and shaking his head. 

“Sorry… Some natures are… Hard to ignore.” He stared at you, straightening his arms to look you over.  

 “Are you alright?”

“It hurts.” You admitted, putting a hand to the bite. It stung, but the skin didn’t seem to be broken. “Will I turn?”

“No.” He shook his head. “It’s… Just a love bite.”

You swallowed. Your head spun as you leaned into him once again. The surprise wore off, and so did the pain.  

 “Then I’m fine.”

“If I had a pulse,” He cupped your cheek again, bending down to brush his lips against yours in a much more chaste kiss. Guiding your hand to his chest, he let it rest. “It would be racing right now.  “There’s so much of you I want to feel and taste…  When I thought about sinking my teeth into your flesh, I never wanted to break it. Only leave you bruised.”

He made a clicking noise with his tongue.

“I suppose… I’ve already done that.”  He tilted his head to the side and winced apologetically, fingers brushing against the bite mark. Each touch made you stand up straight and suck in a breath, crushing your bodies together again, to where only your clothes separated you.

“I wanted… Want to indulge all of my senses with you.” He pulled you in for an embrace again, planting a kiss on the top of your head. “The moans that escape you dancing on the razor’s edge of pleasure and pain.”

A kiss on your forehead.  

“Lips that call out my name toward the heavens rather than cursing me into the dirt.” 

A kiss on your eyelid.

“Fingers that tangle in my clothing.” A kiss on your earlobe again, as his own digits twisted in the back of your shirt. “Pulling me closer instead of pushing away.” 

A kiss on your nose.

“Inhaling my scent rather than twisting away in disgust…”

A kiss on the lips.  

“A flavor that brings us mutual pleasure.”    

When he pulled away, you kissed him again. Your legs trembled, and he brought you to one of the pews and let you lean against it.

“We take parts of other bodies,” His hands roamed, going under your shirt. He found the wound from the fence, but his fingers danced around it with such dexterity that it didn’t hurt.

“I’d love to see one in its base state.”   

 You felt the all too familiar hardness between his legs. The touch almost made you cry out in shock. Sure, they took bodies, but they were… Anatomically correct?

“I’m undead, but I can still respond to stimuli.” He chuckled, then pulled back to give you room between him and the pew. “We may not reproduce like you do, but there’s still some pleasure that can be taken from it…”  

 “Ghouls have sex?”

“Maybe not nearly as often as humans do. But some memories stir… And if there’s a mood…” He titled his hand side to side with a noise of uncertainty.

“But I’ve never wanted to do it as much as I have with you right now.”

“Then surely… You remember how I like to be touched?” You felt your cheeks burn at your own forwardness. This was crazy.

But yet, you found yourself fumbling for your clothes, tossing them behind you on the pew. 

He stared, lips parted slightly as he took you in.

“Perfection…” 

The staring didn’t last long before he was kissing you again.

“I mean it. Truly.” He managed between kisses as his hands continued to explore, finding every sensitive spot and curve on you, his touch only becoming more eager as you let out soft sighs and moans.

“Just as lovely as it was… No… Better.”

Then, he broke the barrage of kisses to loosen his tie and start unbuttoning his suit. Unbuckling his belt, he gave you a sly look as his pants fell around his ankles. He stripped all fabric off him, revealing the patchwork skin beneath in the candlelight.  

“It’s only fair if I’m as naked as you.” 

 Shadows danced across his skin, making it harder to tell where some ended and others began. A strange stitching of flesh that he somehow made look whole.

 “As I said, we take all the best parts… Some for aesthetic. Some for health.”

You ran your hands over his skin, fingers more adept at finding the cracks in him than your eyes.  

 “I try to find a mixture of both.” He let out a soft gasp as your hands trailed lower over his hip bones. “Haphazard, yet coherent.” 

 Then you saw the cock rising and drooling. The fluid glistened in the light, and you sucked in a breath.

“His eyes weren’t the only thing I kept…” He softly moaned as your fingers brushed against it. Somehow, it managed to grow harder and leak more, leaving a glistening trail on your skin.

“It remembers your touch quite well. You appear to be a master of the flesh yourself.” 

 He brought you in for another kiss, moaning into your mouth as you pumped him. Your hands became slick with him, and it helped lube him up more. His hips bucked, hilting into your grip. You squeezed more, increasing your pace as you felt between your legs tingle with the memory of him…

You dropped to your knees, continuing to stroke, the head dampening with your pants.  

“It seems to fit in your hand…” He moaned as you took him into your mouth. “And mouth , perfectly!” 

He moaned, thrusting into your mouth. You opened wide for him, letting him go as deep as he could. It had been a while, but you moaned around him, grabbing his thighs to pull him back in when he tried to back out. When he did manage to get free, you sucked on his thighs and balls, tongue leaving a shimmering path behind you.

His panting and your sucking joined the classical music in the background.

“That’s certainly one way to draw out memories!” He moaned into you, resting his hands on the pew so he could thrust more into your mouth, but not hard enough to slam your head against the wood. You grabbed him harder, forcing him as deep as he could go while still sucking.   

“I imagine a lot more of my kind would be willing to work with the living using this method!” 

You pulled your mouth free, looking at his rock hard length, wet with your saliva. You pumped it a few more times, running your lips across the shaft and lapping at his balls. The taste… the smell.. the sight… You almost felt dizzy with delight at how familiar it all was.  

“I imagine kneeling on a stone floor isn’t terribly comfortable.” He offered his hand, and you took it. With a grunt, he hauled you to your feet. He brought his hands between your legs, the grin returning when he felt the wetness between them.  

“I feel it’s only fair to return the favor.”   

His lips were against your skin, sending more goosebumps over it as your nipples became erect.

 “Go ahead and lay back.”

You balanced on the edge of the pew. At least the sides were large enough to let you sit without it digging too much into your behind.  

 “Probably more comfortable.” He mumbled against your collarbone as he started to slide down, his lips and tongue mingling with your breasts, your stomach, hips…  

“I have a… different hunger that needs to be satisfied.” 

 He drew his tongue across your wetness, swirling around your clit, breath warm against your folds. He rolled his head, drawing out the motion, before drawing it back. His lips rested against your thigh, before he clamped down on it again.  

“Sorry.” His eyes went wide as his mouth continued to nibble across your thigh, before he pulled off with a suctioning sound. Grunting, he pulled off, about to apologize again, before you wrapped your legs around his head and yanked him closer.  

“I didn’t take you for the type to enjoy that.” His muffled voice rumbled through you, and your back arched.  

He continued to lick, parting your lips so he could plunge in deeper. His tongue moved with precision, teeth barely grazing your clit. Warm breath punctuated with moans vibrated through your entire body as he continued to devour you, not even coming up for air.    

Eager lips parted and lapped at your wetness, fingers prying you open and delving deeper as he moved his head side to side, face slick with your essence.

You braced yourself on the pews, panting and moaning as the licks continued to spark the desire in you, then fanned the small flame into an inferno. You cried out, back arching again as your legs locked around his head. Taking shallow breaths, you tried to not fall backward.

“You’re truly on that edge.” He said with another lick, pulling back and running his tongue up your thigh. “A precipice of danger and desire.” 

With no mercy, he licked and sucked more, focusing purely on your clit as his fingers slipped in and out of you, going deep and brushing against your most sensitive spots. Your moans grew louder, your body slick with sweat as the inferno raged out of control. You saw stars, your vision fracturing like the stained glass all around you.

“I want to fill that emptiness left.  Cure an ache I never knew I had.” He murmured against you.  

“I can’t replace him, but…”

You rocked forward, all but collapsing into his arms and sending you both to the floor in a heap. He caught the both of you, his suit forming a sort of cushion beneath the two of you. It still hurt, but you didn’t care, only kissing him more.  

“Maybe… Just for tonight. We can both feel alive, again.” 

You answered with a kiss.

“I can’t do much to make a stone floor comfortable, sorry.” He pointedly looked around at all the scattered clothing.  “I doubt the two of us could fit properly on a pew…”

He sat up with a grunt, still cradling you in one arm.

“The only really cushioned spot in here is my chair…” He nodded to the desk.  

“So. I guess you’ll have to sit on my lap.” He grunted and winced as his joints popped while standing.  

“Come on, up we go.”  

You started to stand, but your body felt like jelly and collapsed underneath you again.

“Having trouble getting your legs under you?” He grabbed your hand tighter and then pulled you into a bridal carry, taking you to the desk.

“You’re not?”

He sat you down against the desk. You leaned on it for support as he sat in his chair, patting his thigh.  

“Have a seat.” There was the glittering of mischief in his eyes. So warm. With a smile that actually reached the edges.  

You straddled his lap, clinging tight to his shoulders as you hovered over him. You could feel the wetness of your entrance and his tip as they brushed against one another. Letting out another gasp, you lined yourself up and finally took him inside.  

“A perfect fit.” His whispered into your ear.

Once you had gotten comfortable, he began to thrust up into you, hands on your hips.    

“ It’s like everything I remembered,” He said between moans. “Despite never having felt it before.” 

He started to speed up, reaching further than his fingers and tongue ever could. Your walls opened up, allowing him inside you. Your synchronized moans overtook the record player, but you didn’t care.  

“Creating new memories…” He crashed his lips onto yours, and you met his movements with your own.  He moaned into your mouth, his cock twitching as his grip on you only grew tighter.  

“The hair’s width of distance—” Another moan, and his breath caught. Sweat poured down his brow with exertion. “Between life and death growing thinner.”

  He slowed, drawing out the motion intentionally, all but dragging himself inside you.

 “And thinner.” His voice was breathy, shallow breaths warmed your skin and lips.  

He sped up again, hilting you each time and making you cry out. You stopped meeting his movements and clung onto him as he thrust in and out of you.  

“Every kiss—” He once again brought his lips to yours. “Moan…” His voice trailed off into a moan. “Drop of sweat….” His hands released your hips and let you fall onto him.

“Another way to make the barrier dissolve.  And when you lean against me…” He thrust again, the motion lazy and agonizingly slow.  

 “It’s like you’re pushing through…  I guess we’ll have to keep finding holes and make due.” He chuckled and thrust up into you again.  

Then, he clamped onto your neck again. Rather than pain, you only went over the edge in pleasure, nails digging into him as you cried out. You clamped down on him as he released inside you. Fluid and wet mixed on your thighs and his lap, dripping onto the floor.

He sucked, cradling you close and finally pulling off, kissing it apologetically.

“I guess there’s some parts of my nature I can’t ignore.” He whispered against your skin. “We have some medical supplies to treat that.”

You couldn’t help but shoot him a look at you clutched the fresh bite. Your heart fluttered as your legs and between them tingled. Despite the fear, you couldn’t push down the excitement flooding your body.”

“Don’t worry, you won’t turn. Takes a bit more… Finesse to become one of us.” 

 You resting your head against his chest, hand searching for his beating heart. You let out a sigh of disappointment when you remembered there wouldn’t be one.

“I appreciate you indulging me. I hope this brought you some closure.” He stroked between your shoulder blades and nuzzled up against you.   

“And if it didn’t… Perhaps we could try again?” You expected him to laugh or make a joke, but his face was… Hopeful.    

“I feel like I’ve been revived a second time. It’s a phenomenon I’d like to explore more.” He stared at his hands, which were shaking. “New methods to channel the dead and creating memories that can… Coexist with the old ones.” 

“Making breakthroughs?” You managed to say. “Discovering new methods on how things work with your kind?”  

“I think your teaching style differs from what I’m used to.” His hand slid into yours again. “And I’d love to learn more.  Maybe your mind can be of use to me after all.”

[idle-daydreams]

Your writing is so beautiful, may i request fyodor with a reader who knows a lot ? She knows almost everything in the world and can talk about it for hours , from science to spirituality but the thing is she is a little bit naive and easy to be fooled .

P/s : i don't know if you still take requests so feel free to ignore this 🥲

[A.N.: Here you go! I hope you like it. Also, obligatory apologies for being late]

This is also kind of in honour of Fyodor in the new chapter :)

Tw: Mild yandere, mild controlling (this is actually pretty mild considering its about Fyodor of all people)

“You know, I sometimes wonder if there are beings other than regular humans amongst us,” you said.

Fyodor smiled. “And what has brought that question forth, my little dove?” he asked, sitting beside you on the bed.

You’d been living with him for a while now, in a secluded little house on the outskirts of Yokohama. While you’d initially been hesitant about moving in with him, you’d lost your apartment in a fire, and finding a new place had been surprisingly hard. You worked remotely, so commuting time wasn’t a problem, and the rent was cheaper than living closer to the city centre, so it had made sense economically.

And Fyodor was the gentlest man you’d ever met in your life, so it wasn’t like he could hurt you.

“I don’t know,” you said, kicking your heels as you leaned back against the headboard. “Or rather, I do, but - I was reading this book ‘Flatland’, about a two-dimensional person who lives in a 2D world, who’s visited by a being from the third dimension. It got me thinking: what if there are fourth-dimensional people walking amongst us right now?”

“A fourth dimensional being?” Fyodor shrugged. “I assume they would look quite odd, for one.”

“That’s the whole thing,” you said excitedly, “you wouldn’t be able to tell. To us, the 4D person would look just like a regular person. They’d only just phase in and out of our plane of existence.”

“Like a sphere growing larger and smaller in space.”

“Exactly!” You sat up excitedly. “Have you read the book too?”

“I have not. You simply explain things so well.”

Your smile faltered a bit at the teasing note in his voice. “You’re making fun of me,” you said. “I know I didn’t explain it that well.”

“I will admit I have come across some of those ideas before.” Fyodor patted your hand before brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. “After all, it is known that some people out there have supernatural abilities, that are different from regular humans.”

“Oh yeah, the Ability users. Yeah, I’ve heard of them too. Never seen one in real life, though.”

Fyodor’s lips twitched. “They are very rare,” he said. “Though it is impossible to tell their true number.”

“I wonder if they are from some other dimension.” You tapped your chin. “I’ve seen some of them on social media, and they look quite ordinary. But their powers are said to be extraordinary. Some of them can even bend the laws of physics.”

“A perversion of the natural laws of this world.” Fyodor cocked his head to the side, and added in a curiously soft tone: “What would you do, [Y/N], if you met one?”

“Me?” You laughed. “Well, I don’t know, I’d try to get to know them, try to understand what they’re like. They haven’t pin-pointed the cause of their abilities; the prevailing theory is that it is some kind of genetic mutation, though some scientists say that its due to environmental factors that affect them in the womb.”

“Would you be afraid of them?”

“Afraid?” You pursed your lips thoughtfully. “I don’t know. Maybe? I suppose it depends on the kind of person they are. I mean, at the heart of it they are people, aren’t they? They’re capable of good and evil just like the rest of us.”

To your surprise, Fyodor chuckled. “You are truly kind,” he said, reaching out to caress your cheek. “You have a beautiful heart.”

You reddened, touching his hand softly. His hands were cold - he was always cold, thanks to his anaemia - but for the slightest moment a tingle passed through your fingertips, like the static of socks on a carpet. You flinched but Fyodor tightened his grip, pulling you closer.

“Yes, a very beautiful heart,” he repeated. “But it does worry me. You should be afraid of them, [Y/N]; you should be afraid of them indeed.”

“Why?” you said, wishing he wouldn’t hold onto you so tightly. “Have you ever met one?”

“Would you need to meet a wild animal to be afraid of one? Would you wish to experience being robbed before you consider it a bad experience?”

“No, but-” You bit your lip. He had a good point. Fyodor always made good points, common sense ideas that you usually didn’t think of. It would have been annoying, but he never made you feel bad about it. Not too bad, anyway.

As if reading your thoughts, Fyodor ran his fingers through your hair. “It is all right, my dove,” he said. “It is not as though they are pounding down your door. But it is something to think of, yes? Danger exists everywhere, but more so in this world that we live in now.”

“I guess.” You pouted. “You know, you always see the cynical side of everything. It’s not very nice.”

“Oh, I am not nice. You are the nice one, while I am the jaded one. It is why we are so suited to each other.” He sat up, straightening his clothes, a sign that he was leaving. For some odd reason, your heart tightened in your chest at his innocuous actions, even though you knew he was only going downstairs to his office.

“Do you have a lot of work today?” you asked. “I was hoping we go out for lunch, and then get some groceries and-”

“No. We won’t be going anywhere today.”

“Oh,” you said. “Then I’ll just go alone.”

“No. I do not like to be alone in the house.” He turned to you with that soft, sad smile that was so characteristic of him. “You know that too, don’t you, my dove?”

And before you could argue the point, he planted a soft kiss atop your head and exited the room, leaving you alone. You frowned - you couldn’t put a finger on it, but you didn’t like it when he behaved that way - but dismissed the thought. After all, Fyodor was a good boyfriend in every other way. He was neat, responsible and far more intelligent than most men. So what if he was a little emotionally distant?

After all, you figured, it’s not like he’s got me trapped here. I can leave anytime I want.

[femoso-seben]

Immortal Shenanigans

Chapter 2: Bullets and Pots

pt.1 pt.2, pt. 3

You stare at them. And they stared at you. You grow and twist your arms until the rope becomes loose. You really had to remove the bullet from your head. You violently dislocated your shoulder and pulled your left hand free.

You throw your head forward dislodging the bullet in your head. You reach into the hole pull out the bullet and drop it onto the ground. You rotate your neck before freeing your other arm.

“You know it’s impolite to shoot someone from that distance.” You hum as the hole in your head begins to close. “Next time shoot me up close, so the bullet doesn’t get stuck.”

You reach down untie your feet, stand up, and walk toward the group. “What with those expressions? It seems like you're seeing a zombie—“

Bang!

Another bullet hits you point blank in the face. You fall backward as they lay more bullets into your body. They quietly stare at each other before leaving, your eyes open and you stand up in the empty… where were you?

It didn’t matter you picked up your bag and left. As you leave the large room you hear a low voice talking. We’re they still here? Might as well scare the shit out of them.

“Hey,” you round the corner as a bullet hits you in the heart. You stare down at the hole in your chest. “That’s not very nice.” You look up shaking your head.

“How the fuck are you still alive?”

“I’m immortal.”

“We killed you.”

“You tried.”

They stared at you with horror in their eye. You were still alive. I looked down at their map, they were planning something.

“Mmh, colonizing shit, you make your ancestors proud.” You look up at the British military men. They give you a cold look.

Ghost raises his gun, “Don’t waste your bullets on me.” You say not looking at him. “We both know it won’t work.” He slowly lowers his gun and looks down at you.

“Why are you here?”

“I’m Egyptian…. I’m from Egypt. This is my home territory.” You’d rate the obvious.

“How old are you?” Soap folds his arm curious about the answer.

“About 5,000 years old.” You casually stare looking down at your ruined clothes. “I was born a little after Egypt was unified. So about 5,000 years old.” You looked him in the face.

“How are you still alive?”

“I don’t know.”

“How don’t you know?”

“We didn’t have science back then!” I shout at Soap.

“I’m older than your Goddamn country, show me some respect!”

“You act like a bratty child.” Ghost hums looking at you with annoyance.

“I am still 20, there’s a dichotomy, between my age and my mental age. I’ve been through a lot and processed it like a 20-year-old.” You explain. The mustache man nods somewhat understanding.

“You do act your age.”

“What you guys doing?” You stand on your tippy toes trying to catch a glimpse of what they're doing. They move to block your view.

“This is private information.”

“Geez ok,” you put your hands up, “it’s not like I’m gonna retain that information. It’s not important to me.”

“Why do you wanna know then?”

“Because I’m nosy,” you shrug. In this decade you decided to be the most immature person ever, to truly act your mental age. A little dumb and completely insufferable.

“Anyways I need to head back… I’m thinking the lady I’m staying with is looking for me.” You begin to walk off, humming a tune so old it was ingrained in your very soul.

“Where do you think you're going?”

“Back to my Airbnb,” you turn around spreading your arms to the mustache man. “Don’t worry I won’t mention you, all four of you aren’t worthy to be remembered.” You give them a bow and Waltz out.

You have rented the Airbnb for a month. you open the door and set your bag down. If the police are looking for you, you're going to have to call in and clear up the misinformation. You take a shower and change to less damaged bloody clothes.

“Hey is this the police?… this is yn… I wasn’t missing just went on a spiritual journey without my phone… sorry for the inconvenience… of course, I’ll tell someone next time.” You hung up, bored and slightly numb.

You should call in that temple site, and get your pots in a museum; not the British Museum, but a local one. You found the right phone number of an old colleague.

“Hey is mister Renfield there? Yes, this is Sofia, Mary’s daughter. Me and my mother stumble across a hidden temple.” News travels fast and you soon we’re back in your temple this time willingly and unstuck.

“Sofia,” you look up.

“Look at these pots, they are your specialty,” Benjamin said. He was an archeologist from America helping with the dig.

“These are in great condition,” you hum, of course, they are. Nobody touched them but you. “These artifacts might tell us more about this temple.”

“This site gonna be a new tourist attraction.” You smile but deep inside you hate the idea of random people ruining your sacred temple.

You walk the street at night. You didn’t need sleep, you didn’t need food, you didn’t need water. But you like those things, they make you feel more mortal more human. You found it ironic you wanted to be human again when for many years you’ve seen yourself as a god amongst men.

“These pots look expensive.” You froze and looked to your right.

“We can sell this to the British Museum.”

Hell no!

You begin to walk down the alleyway, those pots— must have come from your site. Those were your pots, nobody else but yours. You found three men packing them into boxes.

“What do you think you're doing with my pots?” You coldly asked in Arabic. They turn to you like deer in headlights. One pulls out a gun and threatens to shoot. You stare at them coldly arms folded.

“Back off bitch!”

“Why?” You walk closer and they frown. They turn to each other and begin to speak another language.

You could understand them. They were talking about your looks. They could sell you. Or harvest your organs. You frown if they discover your immortality they keep you as a slave.

“Human trafficking?” They froze and turned to you horrified. You knew the second language too. You pull out your tactical whip and hit the one with the gun. You took the gun and turned it on them.

“Take me to your hideout.” You demand. You will take all the artifacts they have stolen back. They slowly took you to an abandoned warehouse at the end of the city. They tried to take the gun back but your whip took good care of their attempts.

It hurt like hell and it culled their attempts to fight you. You knocked out both men, with one hard punch and tied them up with the rope you carried in your bag. You enter the abandoned warehouse. It was mostly empty, besides the shit tone of guns, but you didn’t care for that.

“Damn, what is this? An incels’ wet dream?” You mutter staring at the boxes of guns.

You walk around taking in all the stuff. Most of it was military, not your problem. You found your artifacts all in a single box with little care put into it. You deer in frustration. You pull out your phone to call in the stolen items and the military-grade gun.

“Hello, police?”

“Price over here.” Your voice does as you slowly lookout to find those four military men. You end the call and stand up.

“Hey.”

Bang!

“Hey, these pots are old!” You yell back trying to protect the box.

“What are you doing here,” mustache man roars in anger.

“Stolen museum pots!”

“How can we trust you?” They all had their guns pointed at you. You roll your eyes.

“I’m an archeologist first, a historian second, and a bitch lastly. I don’t give a shit about your damn mission only these pots!” They turn to each other. Was she for real? They look at you. Yes, she is.

“Alright you're here for pots, how did you get here.”

“Two looters try to steal my temple pot.”

“How did you take out two men?”

“Tactical whip,” you hold up your metallic whip. Soap sighed and the mustache man simply covered his eyes.

“Does it work?”

“Very well.”

“I’m going to call the police—“

“No, we’re going to call the military.” Mustache man interrupted you. You sigh and stretch your arms.

“Alright, when they get here just tell them that box is historically important.” You pick up your stuff and begin to leave.

“Where are you going?”

“You guys got this handle, and I still need to report another problem.” You wave your hand.

“Let’s not meet up again.” You state as you leave the warehouse.

You called in the temple pot theft and your colleagues explained the frustrating situation. Looters are the first enemy of knowledge and history.

Bang!

You fall forward and your world turns black.

[esshetic]

Solar Eclipse: Leaving Old Wounds Behind!

Leaving old ways of being behind.

We are having a Solar Eclipse New Moon in Aries on the 8th of April, packing power and punch, power to the people, with power, literally returning to the people. Which people? Those who are fed up with the oppressive power structures that are. How will it be returned? We take it back, with both hands!

We are the main characters.

The Eclipse is at 19 degrees Aries and according to degree theory, the 19th degree is associated with Libra, so the theme around this eclipse is You and I and We. I see this eclipse energy as a collective power struggle and not singular, meaning you are not alone in your feelings and experiences. We are now active participants on the world stage, rather than passive observers.

This new moon energy feels like an activation, a recharge of your batteries. It feels like you have been living life at 75%. However, with the letting go of the past and healing over the last two years, it now feels like you are living at 90% battery.

This is in part due to the collective healing work we have been doing. The generational wounds of colonialism, and capitalism have played a significant role. Also, those white-washing spiritual wellness capitalists... you get it, sound ridiculous. This spiritual decluttering is why we feel more energized. It is time for the hoarders to declutter their space, clean out the old. New health secrets are being revealed, and a breakthrough for medical science is occurring as we have collectively decided to rid certain diseases from our reality.

Those emotional triggers don't affect us the way they used to, huh?

It takes a village.

For the signs - this is collective healing and transmutation. Western spirituality has focused on the self, self-actualization, and personal manifestation goals, and never on the collective WE. We have been allowed to be selfish and self-serving, using ancient tools from ethnic minorities. No more. What do we collectively want? What do you want to manifest for the collective good?

CREATE YOUR FUTURE

Aries, Happy New Moon Eclipse! What better way to start the new world than with the brave first out-the-gate sign. You are first, taking the unbeaten path, and you will manifest for us the truth and the way by being brave and going first towards the unknown. This new moon is the new beginning that you have been waiting for, for a while. Walk in faith and not sight; the opportunities will arise when you are expectant of solutions to come.

Taurus, Happy New Moon Eclipse! The energy is dancing around in your 12th house, where you sleep, your cave of hibernation. The curtains are normally drawn, but it's wide open and the windows are open with the fresh air and sun rays streaming in unapologetically. You will hold space for us and manifest opportunities for wealth building for the new collective who are awakened and receptive to this new energy and new ways of being.

Gemini, Happy New Moon Eclipse! You are happy and excited like a labradoodle. This new moon is opening up your 11th house of earned income and collective efforts and community. This door has been closed off for a long time, Gemini, and with this new moon energy, you are creating for the collective fun, artwork that will inspire the world.

Cancer, Happy New Moon Eclipse! You are oh so tired, physically. This eclipse season has been an emotional rollercoaster, and you just want to sleep through it all. You are the ones who feel it all for us, transmuting the emotional highs and lows quietly for those of us who can’t, and we don't even notice! This new moon, you will get your flowers and be recognized for the emotional force that you are.

Leo, Happy New Moon Eclipse! The eclipse is in your 9th house, which will feel like a sunray blinding you. This energetic gateway is happening in your external reality; new horizons and opportunities are starting to take form. You, Leo, are a shining light in the hours of darkness for those who have lost their way. As you take a stand and shine, take pride in the positive effect you have on them.

Virgo, Happy New Moon Eclipse! This energy is bubbling under your 8th house. On the surface, on the day-to-day, things will look normal, but all the change is happening beneath the surface. You can feel it and have an instinct to do something different one day, which will bring a serendipitous exchange. Virgo, you are manifesting, trusting the process of change for us.

Libra, Happy New Moon Eclipse! This new moon has the opportunity to bring into your life a very important significant relationship. The energy is expanding your 7th house, making space for more opportunities. Live life outside the self-imposed box of what you think you are meant to do and be. Dear Libra, you are manifesting the element of surprise for the collective and creating more space for more good to enter our reality.

Scorpio, Happy New Moon Eclipse! The energy around this new moon for you guys is a little dark internally. Feelings of self-loathing and hate are bubbling to the surface for you to face. This new energy that is coming through in your 6th house needs to clean house first, hence why these emotions are coming through to be detoxed and released. You are manifesting deep change for the collective and are a transmuting powerhouse, allowing the old to go in peace.

Sagittarius, Happy New Moon Eclipse! This new moon is opening up your 5th house, of play, fun, and children. This energy feels like an ending or contracting, going into a ball, the way certain animals create these shapes when they want to appear small. This Aries energy does feel different this time around, and resistance is futile as change is inevitable here. You are manifesting grace for the collective who are struggling with letting go.

Capricorn, Happy New Moon Eclipse! This new moon is in your 4th house and I see a new home beckoning. If you have not signed the deed already, with a new home comes a new routine to get adapted to and a new neighborhood to explore. You are excited because you are ready and feel confident that you know what you are looking for and have decided what you want, which will allow things to manifest rapidly. Capricorn, you are helping the collective stand in conviction and confidence.

Aquarius, Happy New Moon Eclipse! The new moon is in your 3rd house, and I am seeing something coming full circle, and you are happy about it. Like the novel "The Alchemist," the protagonist finds the treasure back at his home, but you had to go on the journey to get to that point anyway! Something that you buried away is the treasure you have been looking externally for. The energy of wisdom earned is what you are manifesting for the collective.

Pisces, Happy New Moon Eclipse! This new moon is in your 2nd house, and I see a treasure chest, and you have the key in your hand, but you have not tried the lock yet. This is because the key in your hand opens a lock within and not the box in front of you. Material pursuits are not worth as much as godly spiritual growth, and this new moon is helping you go within to the immaterial. It makes no sense to choose the unknown, but you are manifesting dreams that money cannot buy and teaching the collective to dream bigger than capitalism.

[kuro-cache]

Day 24 of @orangepanic's Whumptloktober

"Water + Radiation Poisoning"

Korra bended a small pool of lukewarm water into her palms. She molded the liquid around her fingers like gloves and carefully cradled the sides of Kuvira's temple. 

The slumbering woman opened her eyes in a gasp and Korra shuttered at the sight of her irises. The green that was once Kuvira's eye color had changed to bright fuchsia. The same color as the blast from the spirit cannon. 

"Kuvira..." Korra spoke softly, her hands were shaking but she stayed vigilant. She would always talk to her during their sessions, hoping one day she would respond. 

They didn't know if she could see them, or hear them. Her body responded to certain stimuli, like when Korra soothed her mind with water-bending, like she was doing now. But other than her eyes opening and closing, her mouth mumbling incoherently, involuntary twitching of her limbs, she was paralyzed, in a sort of spiritual coma. 

Korra didn’t believe it, she couldn't. Kuvira wasn’t gone, she was just…lost. 

In the spirit world, Kuvira was perfectly fine. They were together in the meadow, both of them surprised to still be alive after Korra unknowingly protected them from the blast and broke open a new portal. They talked together, aired out their differences, Kuvira even surrendered. This was the start to something great, something more for them. 

Then they walked through the portal and into the physical world. Kuvira collapsed once they touched ground on the other side and she had been like this ever since.

“It’s not your fault Korra..” Her friends had said, but they didn’t know for sure. No one knew what to make of this. 

Zhu Li was able to pick up on lethal amounts of radiation emanating from Kuvira’s body, somehow not affecting anyone else. They didn’t even understand why Korra made it back intact and chalked it up to just “Spirity Avatar Powers”. 

That explanation wasn’t good enough for Korra either. She smoothed some of Kuvira’s damp hair off her face and focused her energy, trying to connect to her, to find her in this void. Her neon pink eyes looked back at her lifelessly. 

“It’s not a priority for the Avatar to worry about” Others had said as well. The ones who simply believed this was just karma turning the wheel of Destiny. It’s what she deserved. 

Korra rejected that notion too. 

Tenzin believes Kuvira was exposed to too much radiation and was poisoned, so her spirit is wandering, waiting for her body to become a proper vessel to house once more. 

Radiation from spiritual energy was completely uncharted science, they had no idea how much time it would take to "fix" her, if they could at all.

So for now, Korra would continue their sessions of spiritual baths, in hopes she’d come back to her.

[lovinqmils]

ꜰᴀʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴏᴍᴇ┊ avatar x human!reader

Warnings: follows avatar twow plot (aka spoils the whole thing) , sfw, mention of weapons (guns, knives etc), bullet wound, some ooc, use of y/n, female reader

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍...

you manage to get lost on your way home, you unintentionally get yourself caught in a sketchy science experiment...yikes. you wake up in a foreign land (or shall I say planet) that filled with 8-10ft tall blue...creatures?

I do not remember what happened the quaritch scene , and I can't find many helpful clips, so its probably inaccurate

I have no idea on what the houses looked like so bare w me

can also be found on wattpad: @lovinqmils

dictionary: fnawe'tu - coward┊kä - go┊nga lu fìtxan tstew - you are so brave┊dream walker - avatar ┊ mawey - be calm ┊ 'eylan - friend ┊tsahìk - spiritual leader/healer ┊ irayo - thank you ┊kea tìkin - no need to thank

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6

PART 3: "DETERMINED"

after almost a month and a half, you’ve developed a strong friendship with neteyam, lo’ak and spider. your language lessons quickly increased from weekly to at least 4 times a week. every lesson you did everything but learn the language, the two hours were spent making endless jokes and creating chaos around the lab.

today, neteyam was doing some 'eldest duties', as he'd call it, so it was only you, spider and lo'ak. the exact recipe for disaster.

normally you'd agree to any sort of adventure lo'ak would suggest, but this was the first time he'd asked you to leave the lab,

"no." you lightly shook your head and folded your arms

"what'd you mean no?! you literally go outside all the time." lo'ak exclaimed, flailing his arms around

"that's not the point! I've never gone that far from the lab before and you're far from a reliable tour guide." you turn to spider, who was sat on your bed. "you agree with me right?"

"come on y/n! don't be a fnawe'tu" spider teased, lightly pushing your shoulder

"if we get caught I know you'll be in trouble," you said, looking at lo'ak, "but if your father even says a word to me, I think I'll start crying"

"yeah, yeah lets hurry and go!" lo'ak rolled his eyes, grabbed your hand and walked out the door

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

"woah.." you whispered, looking up at the scene in front of you. somehow, you, lo'ak, spider, kiri and tuk (who had blackmailed lo'ak into letting them tag along) had stumbled upon an old battlefield. you stood in shock as you examined a massive abandoned ship. it was covered in a thick layer of vegetation, meaning the battle had taken place at least 10 years ago.

lo'ak was the first to climb onto the ship, lending down his hand to pull you up, while spider and kiri stayed below to look after tuk.

"this is so cool!" lo'ak proclaimed, picking up one of the many weapons scattered across the ship floor.

you continued to walk deeper into the ship, stopping to look at every dead body you passed. you'd heard about a faraway planet on earth but you never really thought about what humans were doing on it, but after seeing so many lifeless bodies you concluded that what happened wasn't good.

"y/n! lets go look somewhere else," lo'ak called, putting down the gun he'd picked up.

"you guys go on ahead, I'll be out in a minute!" you replied,

"you sure?" lo'ak asked, a hint of worry in his voice,

"mhm, hurry and kä already!" you shouted, then you heard lo'ak jump off the ship and start walking off with the rest of the group.

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

after five minutes or so, you decided that your exploring had come to an end and made your way off the ship.

"I know I told them to go ahead, but I didn't think they'd leave!" you sighed, looking around in disbelief. "if you're ever lost, just walk straight," you muttered, pushing a leaf the size of a door out of your way. you continued to walk forward, muttering to yourself, as you tried to find your friends or at this point anybody.

a loud scream pulled you from your thoughts, you hid behind a nearby tree and tried to look for the cause of the sound. it felt like your heart had stopped beating when you saw lo'ak, tuk, kiri and spider in the hands of a group of na'vi; no these weren't na'vi they had guns, which could only mean they were human.

you'd heard about humans with na'vi bodies, but seeing them in real life was terrifying.

'I'm not letting them kill my friends.' you thought, not noticing the strong feeling of determination growing in your gut. the tree you hid behind was closest to tuk, so you climbed onto a branch that was directly above the avatar that was holding her.

'my legs better not fail me now..' you positioned yourself on the branch so you'd be able to swing down and hopefully grab tuk. you picked a fruit from the tree and decided you'd smash it in the avatar's face so they'd let go of tuk.

'3..2...1!' you swung down and using all of your arm strength, smashed the fruit directly in the avatar's face successfully making them let go of the youngest sully. you grabbed up tuk by the waist and sat upright on the tree branch.

however, you had no time to rest, as countless bullets were fired at you and tuk. you tightened your grip around tuk and jumped off the tree, running away as fast as you could. once the gunfire ceased, you took cover behind a bush and tried to catch your breath.

you looked at tuk's petrified face, tears streaming down her cheeks, "hey, hey! its okay its just me," you used her thumb to wipe away her tears. "n-nyga..lu fìtsan..tstue" you tried your hardest to comfort her in a familiar language, but you both knew you weren't that advanced yet.

tuk let out a quiet giggle at your poor attempt, "I think you meant, nga lu fìtxan tstew" you chuckled sheepishly, promising to never try to speak a full sentence in na'vi again.

"stay here, if neteyam was doing his normal look-out route, assuming he is coming with your parents, they should fly past here in...around 8 minutes." you stood up and dusted yourself off, failing to notice the deep bullet wound in your bicep.

"wait! your arm-"

you cut tuk off not processing what she was trying to point out, "don't worry, I'm going back for your siblings, but do not move. your parents will be here soon"

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you hid behind a tree trunk, looking at the scene in front of you. one of the avatars was standing in front of lo'ak, you were too far away to hear what they were saying but you could tell that the conversation didn't seem too friendly. you felt your body tense as you saw a sharp knife pointed to lo'ak's neck, you frantically looked around trying to find anything that could you help the with current situation. you picked up a nearby rock and threw it with all your might, and to your surprise, it knocked the knife straight from the avatar's hand.

however this time you weren't able to get away.

a muscular blue hand tightly grabbed your left arm and roughly pulled you towards them.

the 'leader' avatar turned to you and let out a dry chuckle, "who have we got here?" he made a signal to the avatar holding you , making them kick the back of your legs, knocking you to the ground.

"aren't you an interesting one? you look like a human yet you've got no mask.." using one hand, he gripped your face, turning it side to side as he examined it.

"quaritch! let go of her!" lo'ak shouted, tugging his hands away roughly to try and free himself.

quaritch payed no mind to lo'ak's struggle and knelt down in front of you. "now you could be a good little girl and come with us, or you might lose one of your little friends."

"why would I listen to a grown man who had to find a whole new body, because he was so insecure of his skill level." you spat. the avatar holding you dug their fingers into the wound on your right arm, causing you to cry out in agonising pain.

"nothing...nothing, you do will change the fact that you're a w-" you were cut off by a strong kick in your back forcing your face into the forest floor.

"what a shame. either way, you will be coming with me." quaritch scoffed, clutching your hair tugging your head upwards to make eye contact.

an abrupt shrill sound caught lo'ak and kiri's attention, you'd never met their parents but you could tell by the look of relief that covered their faces mean that help has finally arrived.

not even a minute later, an arrow shot through the head of the avatar holding kiri. you used the opportunity to break free from capture and run mindlessly into the wilderness of pandora.

you kept looking behind you, trying to make sure nobody was following you. suddenly, you ran straight into a tall, blue figure.

"..ow! oh, neteyam!" you took a step back, smiling cheerfully at your friend

"y/n! your bleeding," neteyam took hold of your injured arm, examining the wound.

"..." you paused letting the remaining adrenaline vanish from your body. "I've been shot." your mouth hung wide open, looking at the scarlet liquid ooze from your arm. "I'VE BEEN SHOT!? WHAT DO I DO?" you let out a petrified squeal, holding out your arm in the air.

"mawey 'eylan, mawey" neteyam hushed, "get on my ikran, I'll get you some help." neteyam lifted you onto his ikran and got on behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you secure.

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"neteyam! what took you so long?" jake asked, turning to his eldest son

"I found y/n in the forest, she was shot," neteyam demounted his ikran then gently lowered you down.

"..uh I'm sorry for the...inconvenience..sir," you grunted, trying your hardest to ignore the throbbing pain in your arm.

jake looked at you in disbelief before letting out a stressed sigh, rubbing his temples, "..it's..it's fine kid. kiri, take y/n back to the lab. and take tuk with you"

kiri scoffed, looking her father up and down. it was clear she did not want to move.

"now!" jake yelled, not wanting to deal with her antics any longer.

"follow me." kiri sighed, rolling her eyes as she walked off. "i'm not gonna walk all the way back to the lab, so I'll take you to the tsahìk"

"does the tsahìk even treat humans?" you asked hesitantly

"I'll guess we'll have to find out" kiri dismissed, taking hold of your uninjured arm pulling you along

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you sat in front of the tsahìk letting out quiet painful groans as a healing paste was applied to your wound.

"I wouldn't normally do this for a human..but since you got hurt saving my family, I'll let you off," Mo'at mumbled

"y/n was so cool! she swung upside down like 'whoosh!' and beat up the bad guy!" tuk exclaimed, doing her best to act out the previous events

"I think that's a bit of an exaggeration.." you muttered embarrassed by tuk's praise

"be careful with that arm from now on. it should heal completely in a couple of weeks," the tsahìk said, putting away her medicinal paste and bandages.

"..irayo" you thanked, standing up and preparing to leave

"kea tìkin, it's my job after all" Mo'at reassured, smiling gently at you

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it was now the next day, you knew neteyam and lo'ak were probably grounded for life, but when they didn't show up to your 'language' lesson you couldn't help but frown.

"flo, please, please can I go out?" you begged, shaking her shoulders desperately

"the last time I let you do that you almost got yourself killed." florence reminded, her eyes not moving from her computer screen,

"you told me 'not socialising is bad for my mental health', but now you're trying to keep me from socialising! I won't do anything dangerous, please!"

florence paused for a second, before taking a deep breath and saying, "fine, but you need to be back in 2 hours."

"okay!" you chirped, skipping out of the lab doors

"I'm gonna regret that..." florence groaned,

neteyam's ears perked up upon hearing a knock on his front door. when he got up to answer it, he was surprised to see you standing there

"y/n? are you supposed to be here?"

"neteyam! hii! are your parents home?" you asked, trying to peer over his shoulder to see inside

"no my mother went out with tuk and kiri and my dad left to go over the lab 10 minutes ago," neteyam answered, still confused as to why you even knew where he lived

"great! can I come in?"

a/n: thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed <3

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[oraclekleo]

Pick-A-Pile: Your self-healing status message

Hello and welcome to Kleo’s really quick Pick-A-Pile reading.

This time I have short messages for you regarding your self-healing process and progress. 

This is a timeless general reading so pick what resonates with you and dismiss the rest.

Disclaimer:

Don’t base life decisions purely on tarot readings

Tarot isn’t an exact science, your life is in your hands

I can never guarantee any of what’s said in the reading

Feedback: Feedback is very important for content creators and for me it’s even more important. Please, let me know whether the tarot readings resonate. If there’s anything you dislike or find off about my readings (like wording, topics, focus), just tell me. I don’t want you to write 1000-word feedback, very simple comments will do for me to stay motivated. I don’t know why I have to keep repeating this but this is something I do for you, guys, and when I don’t feel motivated to do tarot readings, I have many other things to do. The more motivation I get, the more readings you will get to read. The logic is very simple but it’s two sided.

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Pile 01

You have been hurt and it still gives you pain. You might even feel left out or ostracised by others, maybe you have outgrown your friends or your soul family. Maybe somebody mistreated you repeatedly. Or maybe you mistreated yourself and didn’t listen to your own voice.

That needs to stop now. You are advised to cut ties with those who are toxic in your life, with projects that go nowhere and your own doubts about yourself. Forgiveness is the gift you give to yourself not to others. Let go of the past and allow your healing to start.

You are your own healer. Pamper yourself, build your self-esteem, become the person you always wanted to be. This is your time to steal the spotlight, to let people know how amazing a person you are. Don’t worry you will be alone when you get rid of the toxic people. Show yourself to the world and the right people will come to you. You are attractive, you are worth it, you are well prepared to embrace your own beauty and you deserve sweetness in your life. Your soultribe is out there but they will never find you if you don’t take the risk and present yourself. Start small, go for a walk and start a small talk with a dog walker perhaps (praise the dog, we dog lovers love other people praising our pets, you can’t say anything wrong as long as you say something nice about our dog, it’s the easiest way to actually start talking to a stranger), join a gym and make friends there, or join a group chat or online community based on your interest, become a creator of content and attract like-minded people into your life. The first step is the hardest one but believe you are ready to start!

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Pile 02

Congratulations to you, dear Pile 2! You are mostly done with your healing, the cycle is over, you have made you are ready to make the next step. Your own soul is mended and fixed, your heart is overflowing, your life is on track (more or less).

It’s time for you to shift from self-healing to giving. You have a new interest or even basking in the light of the loving gaze of your new sweetheart. You have found your tribe, your soul family, there are people deeply attached to you and you are attached to them. You can now start creating something amazing together, be it a project, art, adventure, home or family.

This is all awesome but keep in mind to stay balanced and fair. Make sure your boundaries are respected, make sure your progress is not done at others’ expense. Be loyal and dependable but don’t let others abuse your kindness. You’re in a good place now but that doesn’t mean you are immune to heartaches.

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Pile 03

The game is afoot, the healing and transformation has begun for you. Does it feel scary to face the past traumas and hurts within you, process them and let them go? Nobody said the healing process is easy. You might need a lot of strength and courage to deal with your spiritual baggage. Maybe you’re still carrying some difficult karma with you as well. 

However, the power of transformation and growth is in your hands, the seeds of happiness, love and abundance are already present in the fertile soil of your soul. Tend them and be generous. Make a plan for your future. What kind of person do you want to become through this healing? Start planning the steps to achieve your goals and dreams. Be ready to face challenges, overcome obstacles and accept assistance from the universe. If you are open to embrace the support, it will come to you like a healing summer rain, washing all the dust of your past away and leaving you feeling all fresh and rejuvenated. Your own inner power to reinvent yourself and restart your life is infinite. Once you know what your goal is, the path unfolds in front of you. Don’t be hesitant to accept help when it presents itself to you. This is your healing but nobody says you have to do all the labour by yourself. If you feel stuck with an issue, seek guidance and assistance from those who can provide it.

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I hope you found something useful in this reading, let me know your thoughts and opinions.

Thank you for participating and be blessed regardless of the level of healing you are currently at.

Kleo 🦄

[luserat]

Me and my friends are facing a lot cancelations from multiple communities [Read below to know more]

So me and my friends are facing lot of cancelation from a lot of communities. We had spiritual brainwave entrainment project. It combines two types of view point, neuroscience and spirituality. It brings a classic debate of science vs spirituality where ever we are invited to talk. Keep in mind, we don't go to various communities and look for approval, they first invite us because we have done extensive research on the area. But when we are invited by a neuroscience community, yes the science nerds.. yes they see us with speculation, even though impressed with seeing with results they question the validity of how the research was done. They then berate us according to their country/university, laws, regulations and ethics. Which hey? We don't belong to your country. Not every country laws, regulations and ethics are like USA. There are other much larger democracies that exist in this planet. Sure, spiritual terms and concepts are not in your science books, doesn't change the fact that there are such experiences observed by spiritual people, and they have defined explained those concepts and processes. On the other hand when we are invited by spiritual communities, they devalue our work and say these science tools can never give us enlightenment or help us in spiritual progress because spirituality is beyond those tools. We can never measure the quality of work with quantitative approach. Okay? Then tell me this, when man discovered fire, it was a scientific discovery and we use it for all sorts of spiritual purposes, should we stop using fire all together? At the end of the day brainwave entrainment spiritual tools are tools any tool requires a bit of skill to be used and it depends on the user how they use it. Such as a knife is a tool, you can use it to make a salad or kill someone. Both requires a different style of skill and intent and purpose of user changes the outcome. Then comes the part of big tech such as google forcing us to register as an organization in play store console account because hey, spiritual meditation falls in "Health and fitness" apps category so it medical software and medical software can only be made by organizations not individuals? Then another issue with big tech comes is that since they are so big they think they are above everybody and can dictate things technical side of things? Well hello? Your big systems and expert / specialist reviewers can make errors too. Doesn't mean you make your erroneous decision absolute and walk over others. Our app used play asset delivery for android but apparently google play console reviewers are unable to utilize that system because hey? guess what, the play asset delivery of google during app review time doesn't work. So what we should do? We should go ahead suspend the app, and remove it from the play store. Because we are "Google" we are so big WE KNOW EVERYTHING! yeah as if? But people chose US! Nope, you just brought your way in to everyone's availability and accessibility. That's it. You are monopoly, you SHOULD BE BROKEN UP! In niche game dev communities we face cancellations from other game dev such as the character is not dark enough, you are white washing the character. WTF? There are all sorts of colors in human race with all sorts of skin tone!! We are not required to include every skin tone humanity has with couple of characters a game has. And yes some countries' regions do have dominance of one skin tone over other. Stop making this a USA culture issue. No we didn't included LGBTQ characters because guess what? Not all countries have that big or vibrant communities of LGBTQ, some country cultures are more traditional and see it as inappropriate to show these to children.

Have an open mind the world and universe is bigger than you know or believe!

I guess that's the end of my rant.

[jesncin]

Hello! I'm not sure if you read the Actions Comics #1074, but I wanted to get this thought out of my head. Spoilers ahead!

Clark got sent back in time when Krypton has yet to be destroyed. After saving a stranger from a malfunctioning flying bot, he was sent to Krypton Hospital and, after he was given treatment, a meal, and new set of clothes, he immediately went to place Lara and Jor-El were.

I couldn't help but think his sudden visit to Lara and Joe-El reminded me of how in some Asian countries, you could just walk into your neighbor's home, usually without a prior notice, and just...eat with them, talk with them, and other activities. I remember someone talking about how in their country, they would go to their neighbor's home so much and help them with chores like laundry, they knew the days when that neighbor does which chores and always got meal going there.

In my country, the Philippines, my grandpa's neighbors would just appear with no notice, and give my grandparents company!

Indeed, Clark did send some sort of message about his visit to that Lara received, but he immediately left from the Krypton Hospital to the place of Lara and Jor-El's, and even though the Science Council is conceited, the communal spirit must be so strong for Lara to just accept this stranger's sudden and quick request for a meeting, even though she doesn't know them.

just...something about community and how people just helping each other because they want to, which bring about an easier life and also a joyful one

Anyway! What comics have you recently read? I think Absolute Superman is out now! Have you read Absolute Superman? What do you think about it?

I gave said Action Comics issue a quick read!

It's definitely not intentional in the story, but it does serve as a nice jumping off point to thinking of Krypton as having a type of collectivist communal mindset for treating thy neighbors. Part of what fascinates me about Kryptonian worldbuilding is exploring what the idea of a doomed utopia could be like. I'd personally love to see writers pull inspiration from cultural philosophies like Gotong Royong or Bayanihan, along with challenging human structures of gender, class and spirituality. An indigenous-inspired Krypton would be phenomenal.

But as long as DC Comics continues to be a reflection of a white dominant industry, we're not going to get anything like that soon. The Action Comics story is charming enough, I like seeing Clark try out Kryptonian clothes and mention that he has a language barrier, but the white imagination can only go so far without having lived it.

I have read Absolute Superman! My feelings about it are actually pretty similar. I'm glad I wasn't excited for AbsoSupes because it sounded boring from the promos, and turns out, it (the first issue at least) was indeed dull. Something Absolute Superman shares in common with Absolute Batman is that it doesn't stand on its own. These takes rely on being contrarian (what they call "subversive") to their source material. If I didn't know anything about Superman, I'd honestly think this was a pretty generic alien superhero story.

I notice most of the people enjoying AbsoSupes are praising it because they've done 80 years of Superman homework to get all its references and recognize what it's twisting. But I think an over-reliance on expecting your audience to do reading pre-requisites to even like a story at all is weak. Absolute Wonder Woman on the other hand, is an outstanding, mythic take on the character- no homework required, just genuinely compelling characterization and storytelling.

(spoilers for Absolute Superman #1)

To bring this back to my feelings on Krypton, Superman writers and DC as a company; I think stuff like Man Of Steel, that Krypton tv show, MAWS and Absolute Superman reflect the very limits of the white imagination. New Superman writers are no longer invested in exploring Superman's origin planet as a utopia, because that's not something white people can relate to or fathom. Instead, they'd rather Krypton be a direct reflection of Earth's problems.

Kryptonians are now colonizers, classist and bigoted. Krypton is no longer the land of the future sending down their one hope to guide the imperfect people of Earth into a better tomorrow. There's no appealing contrast between Earth and Krypton anymore, and because of that- Kal El becomes an exception from Planet Colonizer. He's just some decent guy from the other equally shitty country. It's not that you can't make an interesting hero from that, but I've certainly seen that guy many times before. It's nothing new.

Kal now doesn't have a cast system and wanders around on his own, I've seen how that kind of character struggles because I've read Martian Manhunter stories. Kal talks to his suit because he's Iron Man now I guess. Kal was actually more grown up when he was on Krypton instead of a baby, so... just like Supergirl is in canon- well that's not new either. Lois Lane is a government agent here, because why have characters who occupy unique jobs like being a librarian or a journalist when you can make them yet another cop or agent? When the biggest personal experience integrated into Kal your Absolute Superman writer boasts about is how he's the first writer who is actually from Kansas to write Superman, this is what you get.

[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC Lucien’s Misty Date translation

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed   spoiler for a date that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

I cautiously observe Lucien, his expression is calm, and there is no emotion in his eyes.

It looks like just as he had mentioned before the experiment,

he really doesn't remember me.

Translation under the cut

[Part 1]

(Note: if anyone want to follow along with the voice, you can follow along here. Although, it doesn’t record the other choice :”. No, it’s not sexy or anything, but I like how much of a trickster he is in this date and the voice direction is really good.)

I’m walking through the damp and heavy mist, wading through shallow pools and grassy fields, and eventually coming to a stop in front of the white marble staircase.

A purple butterfly catches my eye.

It is perched on the bronze Thoth* statue by the stair railing, its thin wings reflecting a dazzling and intricate silver light.

(T/N: Thoth was an ancient Egyptian deity who was often depicted as a man with the head of an ibis or a baboon. He was the god of writing, knowledge, wisdom, and the moon, and was also associated with magic, science, and judgment. It really fits with him~)

It seems to be the only focus in this hazy mist.

My eyes light up and I take a few light steps towards it. The butterfly flutters up into the air as I approach, as if inviting me to follow.

MC: Little butterfly, are you going to take me to see Lucien?

The butterfly spreads its wings and lightly flies up the stairs. I lift my dress and take a step forward.

The butterfly eventually flies through the gate at the end of the staircase and disappears without a trace.

I raise my hand and push open the door. The mist dissipates in an instant, and then rustling flower petals and leaves come flying towards me.

At the end of my hazy field of vision, a tall figure is casually leaning on a chair, the gentle sunlight draping over his body and softening his slightly cold features.

Lucien is wearing loose home clothes, and his long eyelashes are lightly drooping. It seems that he has not yet noticed my arrival.

A small sable is obediently lying on his shoulder, and its black-bean-like eyes turn towards me. Suddenly, it shows its teeth fiercely.

Small Sable: Gugu!

(T/N: "Gugu" is an onomatopoeic sound that represents the sable's vocalization.)

Lucien puts down his book and taps the small sable with his fingertips.

Lucien: Is this Miss the person you want me to wait for here?

The small sable makes a "Gugu" sound as if it has a spiritual connection, and then Lucien nods slightly, as if greeting me.

MC: ...Hello, Professor Lucien.

He looks over with an indifferent gaze, but when his eyes fall on me, a hint of surprise shows in his eyes.

(HE CAN SEE HER IN COLOR😭)

After a moment of scrutinizing gaze on me, he curves his lips into a polite smile.

Lucien: What can I do for you, Miss?

I cautiously observe Lucien, his expression is calm, and there is no emotion in his eyes.

It looks like just as he had mentioned before the experiment, he really doesn't remember me.

Thinking about the task goal that I had agreed with him, I take a deep breath and smile as I extend my hand to the present Lucien in front of me.

MC: Hi, I'm MC, the collaborator for this academic seminar, responsible for providing guidance to the participating scientists.

MC: Most of the scientists have already arrived at the venue, do you need me to take you there?

After I finished my rehearsed opening remarks in one breath, Lucien just calmly shook my hand in response, and then withdrew his hand before I could even savor the lingering touch.

Lucien: [in distant tone] Thank you, there's no need. I have already informed the organizers that I will not be attending.

After saying these words, his gaze returned to the book, and it wasn't until a long time later that he looked back at me again.

Lucien: Miss MC, do you need me to escort you out since you may not know the way back?

He speaks out my name, each word coldly uttered without any hint of intimacy or tenderness.

Meanwhile, the little sable beside him bared its teeth and arched its body, displaying clearly the vigilance and rejection that Lucien himself didn't express.

My heart beats uncontrollably as I force myself to steady my breathing and take a step forward, gathering my courage to pull out the chair in front of him.

MC: Okay, actually I'm not really a collaborator.

I sit down, prop my cheek up with one hand, lean forward slightly, and wink at the person across from me.

MC: Professor Lucien, I came here specifically for you.

MC: Because...I have admired you for a long time.

[Part 2]

My frankness clearly piqued Lucien's interest, and there was a hint of inquiry in his gaze as he looked at me.

Lucien: Oh? Why are you interested in me?

The scrutinizing gaze and calm questioning made my ears slightly hot. I thought for a moment before giving an answer.

MC: This question is difficult to summarize. I think it probably stems from... an instinctive attraction.

MC: After reading almost all of your publications, interviews, and journalist reports, this attraction naturally turned into admiration.

Lucien smiled lightly, closed the book in his hand and put it to the side, interlocking his fingertips.

Lucien: People tend to subconsciously build up their image during conversations and steer the topics towards angles that benefit them.

Lucien: In interviews, I am like this. Perhaps Miss MC also does the same.

His lips are lightly curved, but his eyes are devoid of smile, as if he is looking through me into the intricate maze.

MC: I do have a little bit of ulterior motive towards you, I want to know more about you.

MC: In one interview, you said that insight is a two-way observation, a mutual giving between the experimenter and the experimental subject…

MC: "The more subtle you are, the more unexpected colors you will find."

Upon hearing this, Lucien raised his eyebrow and gestured for me to continue.

I started talking about the topics we had previously discussed, carefully selecting the conversation topics.

Lucien listens quietly, occasionally joining in the conversation, and his gaze on me becomes more intriguing.

The warm and fragrant air in the greenhouse gradually relaxes me, and for a moment, I feel as if I am chatting with the real Lucien.

Lucien: So, "need for more time to discover new chemical reactions" is also something I said in the interview, is that right?

(T/N: callback to New Chemical Reaction SP!)

I startle, and my heart rings the alarm bells. I nod my head hesitantly.

MC: This is... my speculation about your thoughts.

MC: So - is Professor Lucien satisfied with my answer?

Lucien: Your answer is very interesting and precise. If I were to describe it using a teaching term-

Lucien: It's like the answer key in the "Lucien" reference book.

He suddenly stands up, leans one hand on the table, and traps me in the shadow.

Lucien: I'm just curious about the path you took to arrive at the solution.

His words are full of meaning, making me feel embarrassed and uneasy as if he has seen through everything.

It seems that achieving the goal of the experiment smoothly is not as easy as imagined. I try to remain calm and stare at him, thinking of the appropriate words to say.

MC: Before coming to find you, I did receive help from someone, and I came here in response to his invitation.

MC: He wanted me to delve deeper into this place…

MC: To explore you.

=Flashback start=

Two days ago.

Lucien: "I woke up from my dream and once again realized that Hanna was dead."

In the quiet room, the pages of the book rustled slowly as Lucien turned them over.

Lucien: "I also know that the longing that is closely connected to her is not a longing for her, it is a yearning for going home."

The sad story came to an end, and I leaned towards Lucien with a hint of sadness.

MC: Why would the protagonist rather bear a false accusation than admit that he can't read?

Lucien: Because he didn't realize that his inner secrets would affect the outcome of the story.

Lucien: As we stand in the perspective of an observer, we naturally have a clearer view.

Perhaps sensing my sadness, Lucien comfortingly patted my head and extended the conversation to another topic.

Lucien: Like us, although we can be honest enough with each other-

Lucien: But I believe that if a secret is meant to be revealed one day, then it loses its meaning as a secret from the very beginning.

Lucien: So, deep down in our consciousness, there may be hidden the true secrets that we subconsciously hide.

MC: I understand what you mean, but this makes exploring secrets seem like a paradox.

MC: After all, we can't just picking up each other's consciousness and rummage through it.

Lucien suddenly smiled and winked mysteriously at me.

Lucien: Perhaps there is a way.

Lucien quickly showed me his method in his laboratory.

The head-worn device was covered in measuring electrodes and connected to a large white machine through several wires.

He took my hand and led me on a tour of the laboratory, patiently explaining the principles of the equipment in front of us.

Lucien: Human consciousness is closely related to the exchange of bioelectricity, and this device generates virtual electrical signals that cover the bioelectricity generated by the brain in response to external stimuli.

MC: So, does it mean that after wearing the equipment, the information received by the human brain will be replaced?

Lucien: That's correct. And the person leading the experiment can also enter the subject's conscious world through this interface that replaces information.

I nodded thoughtfully and looked at Lucien.

MC: I'm guessing Professor Lucien is inviting me to participate in an experiment in the world of consciousness?

Lucien: You guessed it. However, before that, we may need to do some special preparation work.

Seeing my confusion, Lucien lightly hooked the corner of his lips.

Lucien: I do intend to let you enter my world of consciousness, but your presence might trigger my subconscious desire to conceal things*.

(T/N: "粉饰" can mean "to beautify" or "to adorn," but in this context, it likely means "to beautify in a way that is not entirely truthful.)

Lucien: So, in order to prevent this from happening, I will temporarily block any memories related to you.

Lucien tapped the shell of the device lightly with his fingertips, as if contemplating how to add an extra layer of 'insurance'.

Lucien: But there is a certain risk in doing so. If my consciousness resists, the scenarios constructed by the electrical signals will be modified and reconstructed.

MC: What kind of results would consciousness modification bring?

Lucien: Although I'm not sure what the "Lucien" in my consciousness would do, I think he would bring danger to you as a stranger.

Lucien: So, if you encounter an out-of-control version of me, you can always evoke my memories.

Lucien: At that time, you just need to say the safety command "recall". The device's AI will automatically operate to restore my memory in the consciousness world.

My breathing became slightly quickened, and my tone of voice became cautious.

MC: Don't worry, I will try my best to explore until the end, and I won't use the safety command easily.

Lucien chuckled lightly and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Lucien: It sounds like this classmate is not afraid of this "dangerous game".

MC: Actually, I'm a little scared, but…

I curled up my lips and looked back at Lucien seriously.

MC: I'm more curious to see what kind of secrets are hidden behind Professor Lucien's 'danger'.

=Flashback ends=

And now, this dangerous game is unfolding. I sit opposite Lucien at the table, observing and testing each other.

The gentle expression he always had is nowhere to be seen on the face of the Lucien in front of me. I meet his scrutinizing gaze and reach out my hand.

MC: Mr. Lucien, would you like to take me, a visitor with ulterior motives, to visit this place together?

Lucien smiled at me and the curve of his lips was almost gentle.

Lucien: Why not?

He pinched my fingertips, then released his hand. A chill spread from his fingertips and the air inside the greenhouse became slightly colder.

*insert game special effect*

The damp mist rises instantly, and his glass-like cold voice comes from the mist.

Lucien: But the greatest pleasure of exploration lies in the unknown danger, doesn't it?

As soon as he finished speaking, the plants in the greenhouse suddenly grew rapidly.

[Part 3]

Within a few seconds, the plants in the greenhouse rapidly grow into a magnificent and dangerous size.

Graceful branches and leaves wildly expand in space, separating me and Lucien in an instant.

I instinctively reach out my hand towards him, but hear Lucien's cold voice from behind the plants.

*dramatic black screen, showing this text along with his voice-*

Miss MC, welcome to my world of consciousness.

*the screen flash, showing the previous bg*

In an instant, a thousand thoughts flood my mind, making my heart beat faster and faster.

In my expectation, Lucien would quickly understand that this is the world of consciousness. However, this "quickly" far exceeds my expectations.

Lucien: Don't you want to know me better, Miss MC?

Lucien: Then come and see me.

The sharp words seemed to be close at hand, but the owner of the voice had disappeared without a trace in the next second.

Left alone, I faced the plants and trees of the entire greenhouse, all of them looking at me intently.

I take a deep breath and run down the white marble stairs I came up on.

MC: This person is really...I must settle the score with him when I get out!

??(Lucien): You can come find me and settle the score right now if you want.

I was about to grumble to myself when his voice, now laced with a hint of amusement, suddenly sounded, causing me to startle and almost twist my ankle.

I stop and look around, but he is nowhere to be seen, as if a malevolent God is looking down and playing tricks on me.

MC: Hmph, someone clearly doesn't want me to easily meet him and is trying to trip me up.

Lucien: Is that so? Then the person you're talking about must be really bad.

Lucien: But I think he can be even worse.

As if to prove his words, vines behind me instantly wrapped around me, forcing me to run.

As soon as I started running, I came across two paths that went in completely different directions.

And what's even more peculiar is that familiar animals have appeared on both paths.

One of the paths leads to a dim thorny forest, where a ferocious little sable stands at the crossroads, impatiently waving its paws at me.

The other path leads to a bright and fragrant flower sea, and a beautiful purple butterfly is fluttering at the intersection, seemingly waiting for me to follow.

Lucien: Since you have "Lucien's" reference answer, how would you answer this question?

[Follow the sable]

[Follow the butterfly]

(T/N: this part has a branch! but the end is still the same. I’ll put different choice story after the last part)

[Choose to follow the sable]

I turn around and run towards the direction of the ferocious little sable, and the vines behind me retract at the moment they touch the fork in the road.

MC: That's great…

I breathed a sigh of relief, slowed down my pace, and followed the bouncing little sable into the darkness of the thorny thicket.

As if on cue, Lucien's voice sounded at this moment.

Lucien: Why did you choose to follow it?

MC: Although the little sable is fierce towards me, it is very attached to you, so following it will surely lead me to you.

Lucien: But, this road doesn't seem easy to walk on.

MC: If I can get close to you, I will go on no matter how difficult the road is.

Lucien doesn't immediately respond to my words. Just when I think he's going to remain silent, his voice, filled with amusement, sounds out.

Lucien: If you can come, I will wait for you at the end of the road.

After that, there is only the cold light of the moon in the dim forest.

I follow the little sable forward with difficulty, sometimes crouching, sometimes jumping over the thorns.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shoots up from my ankle, causing me to almost fall into a thorny bush.

And in the next moment, a slender branch seems to sense my danger and stretches out to catch me.

I had just breathed a sigh of relief when suddenly my whole body tensed up. My view shifted and rose even higher as I was entangled in midair by the surging vine!

MC: ….!

I try my best to pry open the branches with all my strength, but it's like ant trying to shake a tree*, and I can only watch as they wrap me tighter and tighter.

(T/N: "却如蚍蜉撼树,只能眼睁睁看着它们将我越缠越紧" is a metaphorical expression to describe a situation where someone is in a very weak position and is unable to do anything to change the situation.)

It seems to be indicating the complete control of the owner of the world over me.

The branches lifted me up into the sky and then suddenly let go. I thought I would fall from a high altitude, but the next second, my feet landed on a hard ground.

I am sent to a floating garden, where a figure is leisurely pruning the branches.

MC: Lucien!

Upon hearing my voice, Lucien turned around and a faint smile appeared on his face.

Lucien: You've arrived.

Lucien: I'm curious, has your thinking changed after this journey?

MC: Of course, I think I understand you better now.

Lucien: Is that so? Well, then tell me about it.

He puts away his smile and looks at me, the warmth quietly surging into my ears.

MC: I think, I saw Lucien's possessiveness.

After hearing my response, Lucien smiled lightly in a good mood.

Lucien: You never cease to amaze me.

I couldn't help but feel excited, but he calmly opened his mouth.

Lucien: But unfortunately, it's not entirely correct.

MC: What…!

In the next second, my unfinished words were replaced by a scream as a feeling of weightlessness swept over my body.

[Part 4]

With a flick of his finger, Lucien opens up a deep crack in the ground beneath my feet, causing me to lose my balance and stumble.

I slide down from the flower branch like a petal from his hand, and for a moment, fear seeps through my body with the cold wind.

In the rapid fall, Lucien's voice rings in my ears again.

Lucien: Do you still want to continue exploring me now that things have come to this?

MC: ...I won't give up until I get an answer.

Lucien: Unfortunately, mere bravery alone is not enough to break through the mystery.

His words were infused with undisguised confidence and insight, even his advice carried a cold detachment that seemed to observe from above.

Lucien: Let's stop here. This conciousness experiment is too dangerous for you.

Lucien: No matter who you are, and what relationship you have with the real-life Lucien, I think you need to know when to give up.

He paused and there is a hint of temptation in his tone.

Lucien: Or, at least recall my memory, maybe Lucien who remembers you will let you go.

His words made my heart tighten, and even my tough words couldn't avoid a slight hint of wavering.

MC: I-I won't turn back.

As soon as I finish speaking, something soft underneath me gently catches me, and I fall into a bed.

I force myself to ignore the exhaustion that comes with it and sit up to look around.

Before my eyes is a small wooden house filled with flowers, and warm sunlight is pouring in from the skylight.

Lucien's voice comes from outside the door, his tone is quite serious.

Lucien: You are very firm.

Lucien: I will give you some time to answer again.

Lucien: But you have to remember, this is also your last chance.

His tone remained polite and indifferent, but it made me curve my lips into a smile.

MC: No problem, I will cherish this opportunity.

MC: But you didn't say how much time I have, so can I assume that…

MC: Can I understand that until I give you an answer, I can stay here to observe you?

As if he heard something interesting, there is a hint of amusement in Lucien's voice.

Lucien: Yes, I hope this classmate can maintain this spirit of inquiry.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sun outside the skylight also went down, replaced in a moment by a tranquil night.

The flow of time in the world of consciousness is very vague, and even the alternation of day and night seems to be under Lucien's control.

I wander alone in this isolated garden, carefully examining every flower, butterfly, and leaf…

The sun rises and sets in a mechanical cycle, and occasionally, Lucien would visit my dwelling and cunningly give me tests.

He would transform into a butterfly, gently fluttering its wings, and then speak unexpectedly.

Lucien: By observing my world so meticulously, has Miss MC arrived at any new conclusions?

MC: I'm thinking, your consciousness world is so rich and colorful, maybe my previous answer was too one-sided…

MC: Hold on, let's be clear that this is not my final answer. We are still in the discussion period!

Lucien: That's an interesting thought, and your cunning look is also quite adorable.

As the heavy snow falls on the eaves, the agile little sable climbs onto my knees.

It didn't use to be affectionate with me before, but now it nestles in the blanket on my lap, conveying a comfortable warmth.

I touched it and laughed.

MC: Professor Lucien who turns into a little sable is also very cute.

Lucien: I've also noticed that whenever I appear in this form, you seem to be more friendly towards me.

MC: When you're not so guarded around me, I feel closer to you~

Lucien: Like how you treat "Lucien" in real life?

I instinctively want to give a definite answer, but when the words reach my lips, I swallow them back.

MC: ….How about you try to guess the answer to this question?

The little sable rolled over and looked up at me with its round, watery eyes.

Lucien: You are even more difficult to tempt than I imagined, like... a special drug that exclusively targets "Lucien".

Listening to the amused tone in Lucien's voice, I couldn't help but shake my head with a smile.

MC: Really? I actually think that Lucien is the special drug for me, rather than the other way around.

MC: Every time he can read my desires and lure me unknowingly into the scenario he has calculated.

Lucien: But without your cooperation, one-sided calculation is just empty talk.

I pause for a moment as I touch the fingertips of the little sable, and something becomes clearer in my heart.

MC: Is this a hint that Professor Lucien kindly gave me~

Lucien: Maybe this is also one of the inducements?

The little sable rolled over on my lap and reached out its paws to hold onto my fingers.

I slowly close my eyes, and the answer in my heart seems to become clearer and clearer.

MC: Lucien, I think I already know your secret.

As the words fall from my mouth, the heavy snow disappears, and spring arrives. The dawn filters through the arched stained glass windows, casting a hazy gray light into every corner of the room.

Layer upon layer of white gauze falls down, like a dream reaching its most beautiful moment.

And the owner of the world leans over, his deep eyes gazing at me, with a probing yet restrained fervor.

Lucien: Before hearing your answer, I want to discuss a guess I have with you.

Lucien: Regarding MC's identity, I have a relatively confirmed answer.

My heartbeat inexplicably quickens, staring at his opening and closing lips in a daze.

Lucien: The time we've spent together has given me a feeling that I've never experienced before. It can even be described as... strange.

Lucien: For the first time, I feel that the world is complete with you in it, and this feeling is not unfamiliar.

Lucien: So even though my consciousness doesn't have any memories of you, I still think of you out of habit.

Lucien: I think that's the kind of relationship we have.

His burning gaze carries a hint of inquiry, sinking me into this profound and intense emotion.

MC: …When did you realize it?

Lucien: Probably, it was when I turned into a small sable lying on your lap and your touch gave me a clue.

Lucien: The sensation starts from the top of my head to my chin, then down my body, and my tail…

As he described, he used his hand to trace his body... I couldn't help but interrupt him, blushing.

MC: No, no need to be more specific. Your guess is correct.

I close my eyes, feeling his slightly rapid breath.

-this is both a confirmation to him and a repeated confirmation to myself…

MC: Maybe you are always exploring all the possibilities about me, tempting me to get closer to you step by step.

MC: This is my answer.

Without waiting for Lucien to speak, I quickly add.

MC: I have thought about a question before, regarding a question about Lucien, what should the answer be.

MC: But now I understand that actually, the question about Lucien can be both a single choice question and a multiple choice question.

Lucien: Why do you say so?

I stretch out my hands and make a butterfly shape, then gently wave them.

MC: Because I will choose all of you and only you.

I gaze at his dark and mysterious eyes with affection, my tone unconsciously softening.

MC: So even if you don't try to probe or tempt me, I will fly resolutely to you every time like a determined little butterfly.

MC: And then kiss you.

I lean in and, under his widened eyes, softly kiss the corner of his lips.

MC: Recall me.

The gauze by the window is gently lifted by the breeze, and the butterfly flutters away like a fleeting dawn, floating away into the distance.

The little sable clung to the branches and leaves, stealing glances in our direction.

But in my eyes, there is only the familiar tenderness that is rekindled in Lucien's eyes.

Lucien: (softly) MC, I missed you.

Lucien: More than just missing you a lot, I missed you even more than that.

I gaze at him for a long time, and finally smile, opening my arms to embrace his neck, pressing myself tightly against his warm body.

MC: After a whole spring, summer, autumn and winter, Mr. Lucien finally remembers me.

Lucien slightly lowers his head and gives a gentle kiss to my hair.

Lucien: I didn't expect that my consciousness world would bring you so much trouble.

Lucien: I hope the Great Producer won't be mad at me for causing you so much trouble, okay?

MC: Hmm~ After all, I have endured a lot of hardships and loneliness, so it depends on your performance.

Lucien leans close to my ear, his warm breath gently brushing against my cheek.

Lucien: (whisper) No problem.

He chuckles lightly, pinching my jaw and deepening our kiss.

Lucien: (whisper) And next, it's my turn to explore you, right?

The sky is hazy, and amidst our fiery breaths, my consciousness floats and sinks.

Like stranded on the tidal shore, like drowning in the sea, until completely dyed in his color.

[Another choice: Follow the butterfly]

I turn my steps and run towards the direction of the butterfly, while the vines behind me retract at the moment of contact with the fork in the road.

MC: That's great…

I breathed a sigh of relief and slowed down, following the gracefully fluttering butterfly towards the depths of the bright flower garden.

And at this moment, Lucien's voice timely sounded.

Lucien: Why did you choose to follow it?

MC: The first time, it was the butterfly that brought me to you. I believe it will help me for the second time.

Lucien: Your intuition is correct, and this choice seems much gentler.

MC: But I don't want to only see gentleness, I will find what's hidden behind it.

Lucien doesn't immediately respond to my words. Just as I think he'll fall silent, a voice tinged with amusement breaks the silence.

Lucien: I will wait for you to personally unveil the answer in front of me.

After that, only the gentle fragrance remained in the flower sea.

Petals of flowers whirl around me like spirits, and I struggle to break through their gentle confinement, following the butterfly as it moves forward.

I am surrounded by the intoxicating fragrance and can't help but stop in front of a blooming hydrangea. I extend my fingertips and gently touch its petals.

At the moment my fingertips touch the petals, they suddenly retract and wrap around my fingers!

MC: !!

At the same time, the flowers around me, like they've caught their prey, gently and irresistibly caress my body.

As I struggle, they invade me more deeply, the flower branches penetrate into my clothes, and the wild petals engulf me like waves-

It seems to be indicating the world's owner's exploration of me.

The flowers take me into the abyss and suddenly let go. I think I will fall down high, but the next second, my feet land on the hard ground.

(T/N: The story after this follow the exact same suit, the only difference is MC’s first answer)

Lucien: I'm curious, has your thinking changed after this journey?

MC: Of course, I think I understand you better now.

Lucien: Is that so? Well, then tell me about it.

He puts away his smile and looks at me, the warmth quietly surging into my ears.

MC: I think, I saw Lucien's desire for exploration.

After hearing my response, Lucien smiled lightly in a good mood.

Lucien: You never cease to amaze me.

I couldn't help but feel excited, but he calmly opened his mouth.

Lucien: But unfortunately, it's not entirely correct.

MC: What…!

In the next second, my unfinished words were replaced by a scream as a feeling of weightlessness swept over my body.

[Lux short ramble corner~]

OKAY so, gonna keep it short because... *glances at schoolwork*. This date is... exciting and a bit wild. I like how papergames is trying new things with all the special effect in this date (not saying that they’re new, it’s just that... they usually on main story rather than date, and it really gives an exciting feeling).

I think this date feels like getting to know him again, without him knowing anything about MC. We slowly explore him, who was indifferent at first, then become intrigued by MC’s answer. This make him both guarded and curious. But then, over times we also see him slowly become unguarded in front of her (even worrying about her). And finally after MC feeling him up reach the conclusion that he loves her (the strange feeling) and has this deep connection with her. The connection is based on something deeper than just memories or experience, but rather on fundamental sense of familiarity, it was soul deep. She completes his world. Even though Lucien didn’t have any memory of her, he feel a sense of wholeness with her.

About Lucien’s two (actually not so) hidden desires to explore and possess her- I think this already clear in the date. MC still chooses him despite his flaws and facades (Because I will choose all of you and only you.), despite his attempt of exploring and possessing (and even though he didn’t try, she will still choose to fly to him). Because loving him is the choice that she already made since long time ago, and she is committed to loving Lucien for all that he is.

Overall, I think this date is really fresh and offers deeper insight about their relationship. Whether it’s their soul deep connection or how love is a choice. I also quite like all the shenanigans that Lucien made. It’s not everyday you see him with all of his trickster potential revealed in front of MC lol.dye

[thoughtfulbelieverstrawberry]

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

When Sky was born, it is said that the sky was so clear, that no clouds could be seen, the sun shone so bright, the animals, sang melodies just for her, and that Eywa had blessed her to reflect her purity.

All her skin and hair were white, her eyes were as blue as the sky itself, there was no blue spot on her, no four fingers like the other na'vis, instead there were 5 like her father.

Her voice was soft and beautiful, when she walked or danced her movements were soft and sweet as if she was waltzing, but when she fought or hunted she was fierce, nothing and no one escaped her.

She was the spitting image of her mother, her father jokes that the only thing she resembled was her hand and her stubborn attitude.

She was the eldest of her 4 siblings, Netayam, born a year after her, being the eldest, the responsibilities, and jobs were harder.

Her parents expected her to be the best Tsahik, as Eywa had blessed her, she loves Eywa, but she does not want to be the spiritual guide of the clan, she wants to fight for her people as ancient warriors like her father, the sixth Toruk Makto, Olo'eyktan of her clan did.

Since the demons came from the sky her mother did not stop training her, she could not leave her daughter unprotected, when she could not teach her anymore, the other warriors took charge of teaching her.

After she learned everything about hunting and survival, she went to the scientists, she learned mathematics, science, zoology, botany, engineering, medicine, she learned 4 human languages.

Nothing could satisfy his curiosity, his intelligence was superior to that of the scientists in Pandora.

When Miles Quaritch, returned as an avatar and almost kidnapped his brothers, his father decided that it would be best to stop being Toruk Makto and leave the clan with his family, to protect both, he never questioned his father's decisions, he accepted everything he was told.

It pained him to leave his home, they would look for Uturu in one of the clans of the sea, where they intended to disappear from the GDR, when he arrived he knew from the moment he stepped on the sand, that nothing would be the same, and he confirmed it just by looking at the son of the chief.

Hi, I recently watched the Avatar movies, I loved them with all my heart, so I decided to write this fanfic while it's still in my head, the couples are Ao'nung x oc who will be albino, I hope you like it, I'm sorry if I'm late in updating sometimes I forget I have fanfics for reading other's, I also ask you to be patient with me, since I'm in my last year of high school (if you don't know what is the last thing you have to study to enter the university), well take care I'll read them soon.

[coolbeanzeaglbones]

Fanfic, honey, I shrunk the Aquabats! Or the one with Carl where they get shrunk

Everyone sat, staring at the open book. How were they going to find Carl? How would they force him to change them back? There were too many hows at three in the morning.

Eaglebones looked a bit defeated, still holding his ankle, “Well, now what?” He looked at the other four, who all seemed to not know either.

“Can I check out your ankle, it doesn't look good.” Jimmy asked, gesturing to Eaglebones’ leg.

After Jimmy examined his ankle, they found that it wasn't broken. Which was both good and bad. Good because it was just a sprain, yet bad because it was just a sprain.

Bones heal quicker than sprains. For Eaglebones anyway.

So they grabbed a little piece of elastic cloth and wrapped his leg, “You should probably try to stay off it, but probably after we figure out what to do.” Jimmy said as he finished tying off the loose end of the makeshift bandage.

“Well, does anyone know where Carl could be? Where we could find him?” Ricky asked as he paced. The up and down motion produced by the pacing was making the commander feel sick, “Okay, stop Ricky.” The commander said, closing his eyes and breathing deeply, “That's making me really nauseous.” Jimmy put his hand to the commander's forehead, like a mom, “We should all probably calm down a little, maybe go back to bed, you have a fever.”

The commander was clearly sicker than everyone else, “But we need to figure out how to get big.” He whined.

Jimmy fixed him with the ‘mom glare’. You know what I'm talking about… “No buts, go back to bed and you,” Eaglebones was just about to open the book again, “sit your ass back down and go to bed…” everyone gaped. It wasn't normal for Jimmy to swear, the only times he did were in high stress situations, “…actually, don't, Crash probably gave you a concussion when he slammed you into the wall.”

“Jimmy, chill out, baby, just calm down.” The commander said in a placating way, “We'll go back to bed, you go back to the lab, do a bit of your…science research that you love, we'll just be chilling in here, take Crash with you.” Jimmy narrowed his eyes, suspicious of the commander’s tone, “You sure?”

The commander nodded. Jimmy seemed to take that, after all, what could three very tiny men do?

He and Crash left and the commander turned to the other two, “Now, I believe you needed to look at something.” He directed that at Eaglebones.

Eaglebones and the commander lifted the book cover back up. Ricky was pacing, “You guys promised Jimmy you'd go back to sleep.”

The commander grinned, “That's where you're wrong, my fitness friend. Eaglebones didn't promise.”

So, they just looked through the glossary, “Did he leave anything of his on the Battletram? It could be used as it would have something called ‘essence of a being’, which is basically an aura that surrounds the item.” seeing the other's confused looks, he added, “It's basically like a sort of spiritual DNA.” They thought for a second, “I think he left his hat here.” Ricky said and the commander instantly perked up, “No, he definitely did, I have it in my locker.”

“Why?”

“Because I thought it was cool, but enough chat, I actually am tired, so I'm going back to sleep.”

He went to the far end of the bed and went back to sleep, leaving Ricky and Eaglebones to just contemplate, “Why don't you use your powers more often?” Eaglebones shrugged, “It's really draining, last time I genuinely tried, I passed out. It was at night so it just looked like I sleep walked into the living room and went to sleep on the couch.” Ricky nodded absently, remembering that one time in the morning he went to do his usual morning routine and Eaglebones was on the couch asleep when he could've sworn he went to bed in his bunk, “So…using your powers is dangerous? Kinda like Nico DiAngelo?”

“Who?”

“Nevermind, so does summoning the Dude do anything.” Eaglebones shook his head, “No, that's like calling a friend instead of using one's own spirit and aura to do something.”

After he said that, he stood, “I'm also going back to bed, see ya in the morning.”

And so, Ricky was left alone to think. So he had powers? What degree of powers? It really stuck in Ricky's mind. He had always believed the Dude was real, they had all seen that the dude was real, but he thought that was it.

But this left him wondering, why he hide his powers?

I think Ricky would read Percy Jackson (also script font equals authors notes)