#the based tree of NA

[tricornonthecob]

flats, bg, color fixing, and fx noodling

flats only.

[shigussy]

i keep getting tiktoks of these younger gen z kids referencing a time they did something relating to fandom in public and now they're embarrassed by it and everytime i see one i sit there thinking over all of middle and high school and having genuinely 0 moments that i feel embarrassed by, like i definitely did a lot of shit these kids would be embarrassed by but i think these are all just really fucking funny

also photographic evidence of the kinda kid i was. these are from 2014/15 when i was in 8th grade

-desolation row one shot(still on wattpad gerard way/reader smut)

-twerk it on (mcr crack fanfic no longer on wattpad but i have another fic in my library called twerking in taco bell which definitely ALSO used for my reading log)

-frank iero must die(a serial killer/assassin frerard fic, still on wattpad)

-hair (really vague maybe a phanfic? nowhere in my wattpad library rip)

my binder i used in 7th grade i had a blue one that looked pretty similar to this for 8th grade but idk where it went, also the parts i scribbled out are my full legal name i had written on it. i wrote it normally and then the big spot is where i wrote my name REALLY BIG in elysian code from the vladimir tod books. also the lines are from when i used an exacto knife to cut up some papers and forgot that my binder was underneath

in conclusion yall can now see why im so shameless about talking about shigaraki the way i do

[byunpum]

Ghost girl | prologue

Pairing: Sully family x Albino na'vi!fem (for the moment)

Warning: All the characters are aged up 20’s, disaster, injured, death, neytiri being the mom we all need.

Note:I had this draft written, and it was taking dust. So I'm posting it, so you can read it and tell me what you think. You can see that I haven't paired the reader with any of the characters, and I think it's my first writing that the reader is not human. So I would like to know if you like it, and if so, who would you like to be Y/N's partner?

AVATAR MASTERLIST | Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5(final)

You felt short of breath, the more you ran. A wave of fire was coming towards you. Holding your newborn baby in your arms. Turning to see your village being burned. You had to run, you had to get your baby to safety. The great trees that were once cold, were ablaze with flames. Climbing up a hill, fighting with your feet stuck in the snow. Resting a little, seeing how everyone was gone. The ships of those humans had destroyed everything.

Their ships were moving away, leaving a desert of fire in the snow. You can feel someone touching your chest, bringing you out of your shock. Your baby touches your chest, starting to cry. You hug him tighter, trying to find some consolation. Your family, your people…they were all dead. Two attacks in less than 6 months, just for a piece of land, just for having that damn mineral. Tears welled up in your eyes, you were heartbroken. It was all over…you were alone. You stood for a moment, analyzing the situation. You could still hear the sound of falling trees, the burning snow and the horrible smell of death. You had several wounds on your hands and legs. But they were not as worrying as the open wound on your right thigh.

You had tried to bandage it, before running out of your family's hut, as it burned. But it was barely covered. Groaning in pain, you sit down in the snow. You had to think about what you were going to do, you were alone. You had no home…those demons had taken everything from you. Holding your baby, closer. Kissing his hair. "Easy…easy" you speak. You had to get shelter, and fast. From your chest hung a beautiful green stone that your mother gave you minutes after you lost track of it. She had told you that there was a jungle clan, the Omaticaya. That they could help me, that it was the safest place. Taking the stone in your hand, to now take a look at the opposite side of the landscape.

You were from the clan of the icy mountains, the trip was going to be hard and dangerous. You were not a hunter, or an explorer. You were simply a girl who had lost everything. But you had no choice, rising from the ground. Bowing in respect. "Eywa…take care of my village, my people…take them with you. Promise them that we will meet again. I promise" you make the 'i see you' sign. Taking a last look at what was once your home, and leaving for the unknown.

The jungle was quieter than usual, the wildlife could be heard sounding. That's what neytiri thought as she walked in search of an animal. She had gone out to hunt alone. She had to clear her head, and spend time alone like the old days. Playing and touching some flowers, when out of nowhere he hears a small whimper. Her whole body freezes, raising her ears to listen better. That noise was not coming from an animal. She stayed silent, waiting to hear it again. A few minutes later, she heard the soft whimper again, someone was in danger. She was confused, it could be a human calling for help. Or a wounded na'vi. She didn't want to risk it if it was a human, she only socialized with the humans on the base, far from that nothing. But something told her she had to go see what was going on. Taking a deep breath, she walked slowly to where those whimpers were heard.

Peering carefully through the bushes, her eyes widen. When she sees a na,vi leaning against a tree. But that was not what was impressive, what had caught her attention. It was the color of this woman's skin, you had snow-white skin. Just like your hair, the stripes that adorned your skin were almost a blue that faded into your skin. Neytiri stood watching, she had never seen anything like this in her life. She was in a state of shock, it wasn't until she heard a whimper coming from the girl's arms. Neytiri looked down, seeing how she was holding the baby. But the grip was lazy, watching as the girl tried to move her arm, but it was too weak. Neytiri decided to approach carefully.

Neytiri holds her bow close to her, still being suspicious. Just to get close enough, to make you look up. Neytitiri felt her chest tighten when she could see how young the girl was. According to her she had to be the same age as her children. She let go of her bow, noticing that there was no weapon on any part of your body. But that you were injured, with burns.

You lift your gaze, looking at the woman. She was strange to your eyes, just as she was the first time you had seen a jungle na'vi. Looking down again, you were so exhausted. You had no strength to go on, your thigh wound was serious. And you had barely eaten in two days. You watch as the woman kneels down in front of you. "Who are you?" says neytiri. Trying to sound calm. "I…my name is Y/N te noeä pauzu'itan" you pause to catch your breath. "I am from the clan of the mountains of…cold" you speak, in a low tone. Neytiri moves closer to you, now all had some coherence. Her mother had told her something about these clans.

"What happened…why aren't you in your lands?" neytiri speaks, daring to touch a piece of your hair. Her maternal instinct, not allowing her not to help you. "They…they killed everything…everyone" you speak. "They?" asks neytiri. "The demons" you speak, neytiri hearing this word, tightens her bow. Closing her eyes, in response. Neytiri moves closer, looking at your wounded skin. And notices the large wound on your thigh. "We must heal it…I'll take you to the village" she speaks, watching as you awkwardly raise your arm. "No…I can't" you pick up your baby as best you can. Bringing him closer to neytiri. "Please…take care of my son. I can't" you are on the verge of fainting. "No…I won't leave you here" says Neytiri.

"I will die…I just want him to be okay…take care of him for me" your voice is very low. Neytiri notices how your hands are shaking, taking the baby in her arms. Watching as yours fall to your sides. "Thank you" you speak, smiling weakly. "I'm not going to leave you here" neytiri orders, getting up to think better. She had to plan something…in a matter of minutes neytiri created a sort of bundle, so she could hang the baby on her chest. Coming up to bend his back in front of you, taking your weak arms. Climbing you on her back, holding you tightly. She knew you could barely breathe, how weak you felt. Neytiri knew that if she left you, you would die in a couple of hours.

Starting her way back to the village. She walked as fast as she could, she had a baby crying. While carrying a girl on his back. She could have ignored her, but no…she could not. Getting closer to the village, taking faster steps. "We're close" neytiri says, waving your hand a little, hearing a 'mmm' in response. Good, you were alive. Entering the village, seeing how everyone was shocked by the scene, while neytiri walked fast to the hut where her mo'at mother was working. "Help, mother!!!" neytiri shouts, near the hut. Mo'at comes out quickly. To see how her daughter was carrying, what looked like a dead body. "This one" speaks mo'at.

"No…she's really hurt," says neytiri, watching as her mother begins to help her take the girl in her arms. Mo'at holds you on her arms, rushing to take you inside to treat your wounds. "I found her alone in the forest…she told me that her village was attacked by the sky people" says neytiri, she was scared. She tried to get there as fast as she could. Watching as her mother, began to examine your body. " She is from the clan of the cold mountains," says Mo'at. Mo'at finds the largest wound, and removes the dirty cloth. "I need to clean and treat this wound. I need the help of more people. Tell kiri to come" mo'at orders his daughter. Neytiri runs out of the hut.

She had the little baby on her chest, who had already calmed down, but she could hear some whimpering " calm down, we are taking care of your mother," Neytiri cuddles him, as she arrives to her hut. Kiri was with her sister tuk, talking to her father. They all see how neytiri enters in a hurry, she was agitated and you could see how worried she was. "kiri honey…come!!! Mo'at needs us" says Neytiri, Kiri without thinking about it gets up and accompanies her mother. "baby what's wrong?" shouts jake, from his seat. Noticing how neytiri ignores him and continues on her way to her mother's hut. Upon arriving, neytiri could see how mo'at had already started with everything, placing some medicinal pastes on the girl's skin. Kiri is surprised to see you, she has never seen someone like you before, but she doesn't ask too many questions. She feels her mother handing her something in her arms.

Kiri looks down, and sees a baby. Just like the girl they were healing. "Kiri hold the baby" says neytiri, approaching her mother. "Mom…will she be okay?" asks neytiri, she sees how your breathing is vague. But you are alive. "Yes…she's weak and I have to monitor that wound. But look" mo'at points to the large wound on your thigh. "I already put medicine in it…I need you to go get these herbs. I will make a drink to bring her vitality back" mo'at says, watching as neytiri ascends with her face, getting up to get everything her mother asked for. Mo'at watches as kiri is cooing to the baby, and began to wonder what such a young girl was doing alone with a baby. She could see that the baby was only a month old. Looking carefully at the girl's body, observing how on her neck hangs a green rock. Holding it in her hand, she had seen that rock somewhere.

After a rather agitated afternoon, neytiri was sitting next to her mother. Holding the baby, and kiri was next to the girl. "So what are we going to do with him?" asks Kiri. "I think it will be best if you take care of him…for tonight. She is very weak, I will take care of her" says mo'at, arranging a few pieces of white hair. Neytiri reaches over and caresses the girl's cheek. "Kiri…come let's go to the house" speaks neytiri. Kiri gets up, following her mother. Just as they were about to leave. "Neytiri…later I will come by your hut" says mo'at. Neytiri ascends, and leaves the hut. Looking at the baby in her arms.

Arriving at the hut, she finds to her surprise that everyone in the Sully family was there. Tuk is still small, so she runs to her mother. She hadn't seen her all day, but stops when she notices what her mom is carrying in her arms. "Is that a baby?" the little girl asks. Neytiri smiles, "Yes…and it's very small." neytiri walks over to where jake is. "A baby? where did you get that?" the man is scared and worried. Neytiri sits down next to him, moving the piece of cloth covering the baby a little. Revealing a totally white baby, his eyelashes, hair…everything. This causes everyone in the family to move closer. Including the two youngest men in the family. "That's…what is it?" asks lo'ak. Touching the baby's tiny foot. "I found a girl." Neytiri pauses, telling her family everything that happened. "Those bastards" jake says, the demons were just destroying…he was thinking to himself.

"I'm taking care of him…until she's okay" neytiri says. "but" she pauses…as some tears streamed down her face. "She is so young…I think she is the same age as you" neytiri looks at neteyam. The boy just looks at the baby that his mother holds on her chest. "and she's alone…I couldn't leave her there alone. She offered me her baby…she told me to keep him. Assuming she was going to die." says neytiri. Jake hugs her, and kisses her on the hundred. "You did the right thing my love…you're great. I bet that girl will be grateful" Jake speaks. At that same moment, everyone hears mo'at enter the hut.

"How is she?" asks Neytiri quickly. "She is stable…but she is very sleepy. I was able to give her the drink…she looks better" says mo'at. Kiri puts her hand to her chest, sighing in relief. " Mom…where did that girl come from?" neytiri asks, watching as mo'at sits in the familiar circle.

" The clan of the cold mountains…one of the most ancient clans. Great warriors and hunters. Their white skin, perfect for being invisible in their territory. Prepared to withstand brutal cold. Ghosts in white. They are not like all na'vis. separating in the far reaches of the mountains, to maintain their lineage. They carry a beautiful magic in their being… they are the favorites of eywa." mo'at spoke, watching as everyone listened to her intently. "Your father and I met them… making a pact of peace. They cared for us and we cared for them. But we never had another close call…not until now." Mo'at pulls from his pocket a stone. "This was given as a sign of peace…she had it around her neck. I guess she came for help" there was a silence in the room.

"She told me there was no one left" neytiri holds the baby tightly. Remembering how hundreds of her clan were wiped out, how their home tree was destroyed. And now they had to live in these caves in hiding. "I imagine the worst has happened…but we have to wait for her to tell us everything" mo'at speaks, reaching up to caress the baby's cheek. "Where is her family? Where is her mate?" mo'at asks. Neytiri falls silent, she too had many questions…but for the moment she was going to take care of the two of you. Until she could figure everything out.

[theblueflower05]

Just a Little Taste

A/N: Welp. Somehow my breeding/breastfeeding kinks manifested themselves into a story. I wrote this sky high on painkillers and I am a little in love with the whole premise. @tiredmamaissy -I hope more than anything that you enjoy this. You deserve all of the goodness on this site. Your Masterlist is my personal spank bank lol

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: This story is Filthy. Smut with very little plot. Breastfeeding. Pussy Eating. Slight mommy kink if you squint. Very pregnant reader getting pleasured, because pregnant beings can still be sexual. Aged up!Neteyam

You are responsible for cultivating your own online experience, please do not interact if any of these tags are triggering to you. Minors DNI.

Summary: You’re eight months pregnant with Neteyams child, and after a long day, you both need a little relief. Neteyam x Human! Reader

"Sugar, Honey, Iced Tea

Bumble-bee on the scene.

Yeah, I'd give up my bakery to have a piece of your pie"

- See You Again, Tyler the Creator ft Kali Uchis

Life in the village is always busy. Constantly bustling with life and movement as everyone; human scientist, Avatar and Na’vi alike, rush to keep things afloat.

High Camp is so different then Home Tree had been, the rage of war adding a constant edge to long days and restless nights. You miss the comfort of a slow life, of hazy days down in the jungle. The jagged cliffs of the Hallelujah Mountains still don’t quite feel like home to you.

Still, you go about your daily duties.

Being a Pandoran raised human had always given you a different insight, the two massively different cultures you we’re brought up in clashing and mending to create a skill set that was like no other- it had taken many years of painful trial and error to find your place within the Omiticaya, but healing had always come naturally.

Both holistic and surgical alike. You’d spent years shadowing Mo’at and learning the ancient herbal ways of the people, while well as taking advantage of the many PHD toting scientist back at Hell’s Gate. Medicine had no boundaries, was a way for you to feel close to both sides of yourself. To broach the gap between human and clansman.

You find your skills being needed more than ever. The ever constant raids against the RDA means your hands are rarely idle, forever in movement as you tend to the wounded. Some days you sit in the big Healers Tent with Mo’at and the other Taskarem, and others you’re in the makeshift Medi Bay, which is really more of an Avatar Pod Trailer turned OR, with the handful of human surgeons.

The long hours spent on your feet leave you sore and exhausted, but you have to pull your weight.

Even if said weight is far heavier than usual as of late-

“Y/N” you’re broken out of your thoughts by Max- as he enters the trailer with a holo-tab in hand and a concerned look in his dark eyes “What are you still doing here?”

“I was just finishing up inventory- our antibiotic stock is back way up. Jake was right, those helicopter raids were more than worth it” you’d sorted out the tiny vials of vital medicine by hand, not wanting any to be misplaced or mislabeled.

“You don't think maybe you should head home?” He continues and you sigh.

You miss your tent, and the soft bed of furs that lay inside the secure warm flaps. And the man that waits for you inside of the patchwork leather walls-

“I’m fine” you assure. And really, you are.

It's a fact you have to keep reminding people of.

Yes, you’re as big as a Strumbeast, but you are no less competent. No less able bodied.

Pregnancy is one of the most natural parts of life, a base staple in all’s existence. There are plenty of pregnant Omiticaya women who were expected to play their roles, even as the battle raged outside the safety of the mountain cave system.

It was the nature of your pregnancy that was more…fragile then average. Inside your womb grew a child that would be the first of it’s kind. A scientific mystery: no one had even known it was possible for Na’vi and humans to procreate.

And yet all of the evidence now lies under your shirt. Your stomach round and pronounced, full of growing life.

Full of the love between you and the Olo’eyktan’s eldest son.

Neteyam had left his permanent mark on you. Had part of himself growing inside of you. The thoughts we’re enough to make your knees buckle if you focused on them too hard.

“You’ve been here since 6am, you really should get some rest. Take one of the empty bunks if you want. Have you checked your blood pressure-”

You’re a grown woman. You’re not going to huff and puff and roll your eyes, but fuck, do you want to.

Everyone was so overbearing lately.

Norm and Max we’re constantly breathing down your neck; “The baby has a different growth rate then a human child, we need to monitor the way that your body is responding” Followed closely by Jake who watches you with sharp eagle like eyes and Neytiri, who used to all but ignore your presence, constantly checking in on you throughout the day. Mo’at’s always poking and prodigy, and Kiri almost always has her hands on you in some way shape or form.

You are glad for the support, happy that this baby would be so loved.

But really, you missed being treated like the competent, independent woman you knew you we’re.

“My blood pressure is fine. I thought since we ruled out preeclampsia we weren’t going to worry about it anymore” you know that it’s not going to silence his worry, but still. You can try.

Max goes on one of his science mambo jumbo spiels, and by the end of it you’re waddling out of the lab and back to your hut, annoyed as shit but placating your pseudo father figure all the same. Only a month and a half mor of this and then things could go back to normal.

Everything had just…changed so quickly.

You 're a caretaker by nature. Caring for others is easy, feels right. You’d tucked the much older scientists into bed when you we’re just a pre-teen. Made dinners. Looked out for Spider and the other Sully’s-

And the role reversal still didn't quite sit right with you. Your control freak ways didn't do well with not being the one in charge- you’d been stripped of your title so to speak. You we’re supposed to relax into your new role, enjoy being doted over before the nine month’s we’re over.

You and Neteyam’s shared tent is in the centered in the cave, close to his families, but standing on its own. As private as anyone could get in the busy, close quartered camp. The walls of the hut are familiar, adorned with your combined belongings. Cozy and familiar.

You shimmy free of your confining bra, step out of your cargo pants, then toe off your boots, releasing your swollen sock covered feet with a groan before collapsing into your well loved bed, the soft blankets and familiar scent of your mate lulling you into a deep state of peace.

It’s kind of wild how quickly you can fall asleep these days. Growing a little person from scratch tends to burn a lot of energy and the moment you relax, you’re out like a light.

You don't wake up, even when the horns are sounded for the return of the War Party.

Not when Neteyam makes his way through the camp and enters the tent. He’s wearty, grime covered and hunched over. He only softens when he sees you, tucked safely, into his bed. Your eyes still closed and face still scrunched up as he strips out of his battle band and shin covers. He’s quiet, washing off with the large freshwater basin in the corner before making his way over to his much-missed bed mat.

It isn't until he's crawled under the blankets and wiggled his way as close to you as possible that you begin to stir. His large cat like snout nuzzles into the vulnerable crevice of your neck, chuffing hot breaths against the smooth skin.

You’re not upset at him for waking you up, a drowsy half alert smile stretches over your lips as your hands run up his strong back. Gently working the tense muscles.

He gets so greedy when he comes back from the War runs. He needs to be comforted, to be held and you are all too willing to comply.

Everyone else infantiles you now, and yeah, Neteyam could get a little intense and overprotective, but your relationship had always worked because you were the one person in all of Pandora that babied the future chief.

He was such a sweet man, with so much responsibility on his plate. You loved nothing more than holding him in your arms. Letting him release any and all tension because you had him. You, a tiny soft skinned human, were the barrier between him and the ruthless world.

You’d be such a great mother to his children. His hind brain purrs at the thought. That even through all of the controversy, he knows he’d chosen the right mate. Little and fierce, he hopes the baby is just like you.

“Are you okay?” You ask, tone hushed in the darkness of the tent. The only light coming from the small dying embers of the firepit in the center of the space. Hypnotic shadows dance along the canvas walls and Neteyam's breathing grows shallow as he sinks into it.

The way you smell. The way your heart beats, strong against his cheek. The way your plump body feels so good under his wandering hands. He hadn't been okay, just moments ago. He was delirious, so sick of the fighting that he felt ill with it.

But how could any of those bad feelings exist when he had you waiting for him? Ready to welcome him into your body, your heart, your mind. He doesn't think he could survive without knowing the solace of your love.

“I’m okay, narlor(beauty). Just missed you” he mutters, still trying to dig his face deeper into your skin. He wants to escape inside of you, you chuckle at his futile attempts to mend you both into one entity. His large palms rest against your bloated belly, tenderly and your heart flutters “Missed you both so much”

Being so loved is overwhelming.

You wouldn't have it any other way.

“I missed you, my sweet baby. I missed you all day” you assure him with the words you know he needs to hear. “Our son here thought it would be fun to jump on his sa’nok’s bladder all day. It was like was playing the wokau(pendulum drum) all day long- I spent hours in running back and forth to the bathroom”

Neteyam's laugh is deep and rich. Thoroughly pleased to listen to your stories of your day, eager to hear every minute detail. Desperate to drown out visions of blood and gun smoke with your voice.

“Ah, you have to be nice to your momma, little one” he chastises the bump, raising your shirt over your head, wanting that flimsy barrier gone. His lips trail over the tight skin of your bulging belly as he speaks to his child.

Your son, still safe inside your soft body, knows his fathers voice already. Recognizes that slightly accented cadence, and squirms inside of you happily.

Neteyam usually speaks strictly in Na’vi to your unborn child-

“He needs to know the language of our people, first and foremost”

-he’ll spend hours whispering his mother tongue into your flesh. It always leaves you boneless and shaking. Feeling so special and cared for. Na’vi, though your second language, is familiar to you. You’re fluent in the language- but fuck. The way your mate speaks it is the most beautiful thing. It’s musical, he tells sprawling stories with his colorful words.

There is one English he’s very fond of though. Every time it leaves his plush mouth it makes you grin, sharp. Knowingly.

“Are you gonna be nice to momma, Neteyam?” you question him after a while. His ears quirk, swiveling on his head and his tale flicks once, in obvious excitement.

You know what he’s wanted, ever since he woke you up by nuzzling at your chest. Ever since he peeled off your top and left your heavy breasts bare. Did he think you missed the way his golden gaze would flick to them, eyeing them hungrily.

He needs this as much as you do, but as usual, your sweet boy is too selfless to ask. Won't trouble you with his wants unless you bring it up first.

You reach for his big hand that rests on your belly, and drag it to where you need him. His palm enveloping your tits, the rough callus’s catching on your sensitive nipple just right-

Your pregnancy had been different than regular humanoid pregnancies. Your body worked hard, thrown into overdrive in an attempt to keep up with the fast growing fetus in your womb. You’d started lactating months ago, far earlier then normal. Your breasts firm, full with milk. Ready to feed the child that had not yet come into the world.

At first it had been both painful and embarrassing. You had no child to drink what you were producing and the other breastfeeding women in the tribe we’re hesitant to feed their babies your tawtute(human) milk. Already over emotional due to the hormone change, you’d wept at the fact that you had no one to give what your body readily made.

The fact that you couldn't be a bigger part of your community due to your human heritage, combined with the intense pain that came from having backed up ducts had been too much,

Eventually you’d turned to Neteyam, both your eyes and shirt soaking wet. Begged him to help you. And of course, as always, he did.

It should be awkward, or shameful- but connecting with him on any level is something you cherish. Why would this be any different?

“I’m always nice to you, aren't I, love?” Neteyam gruffs as he gently works at the breast in his hands. Its firm and full of milk, his mouth waters “Do they hurt again?”

“Mhmm” you whine pathetically, and you’re not lying. The skin of your chest is now marred by stretch marks and you’d had to stuff precious, hard to come by toilet paper down your bra all day to keep them from spilling over “They’re so full, Nete”

“Oh” He hums, thumbing at your nipple “Poor momma, I’ll help you. Don't worry” his lips are wet against your skin as he kisses his way to your breast, his tongue peeking out to circle your puffy nipple. A pearlescent drop of milk tops the rosy bud and he groans as it hits his taste buds.

He tells you that you taste good, often. The juices of your pussy, your spit soaked kisses. He’s always been greedy for it, his tongue bullying its way into your holes, desperate for your essence. Your milk is just as delicious as the rest of you.

It quickly goes from kitten licking, wide wet stripes against your pebbled nipple to sucking your big breast as far into his mouth as he could. Careful of his fangs as he gorges himself on your flesh.

He’s loudly appreciative as he suckles on your nipple. Grunting and humming and moaning at the flavor. Your arms come around him, cradling his head to your bosom because it feels so good. Having him this close, knowing that he'd do anything to take care of you. That he truly loved the way you tasted-

Many people thought you and Neteyam would never last. It was lust, they’d claim. Curiosity. A childhood friendship that would fizzle out eventually. Na’vi needed Tsaheylu, it was the lifeblood of all their relationships. Why would the much desired future Olo’eyktan stay with you if he couldn't even properly bond you?

While you couldn't deny that there we’re doubt filled moments that you yourself wondered why he’d chosen you and stayed so loyal to you…you still felt your own form of connection to him. While you’d love to make that sacred bond with him, you didn't feel any less close to your mate.

You never thought that you could be so intertwined with another being.

As Neteyam takes his fill from your breast, you massage the base of his Kuru, firm enough that it makes him hiss. You have no special braid of your own, but he’s always been very free with his when it comes to you.

You can do with as you please. Stroke it. Lick it. Massage it. Hell, he’d even let you touch glowing pink tendrils at the end of it before. Let you feel his exposed nerves, so vulnerable and raw in your hands that he had shed tears as you explored.

Nothing was taboo in your relationship. There was no space undiscovered between you.

Your bodies we’re so very different, and yet you knew his like the back of your hand. All of the strong muscles and hard sinew. The cobalt expanse of his skin didn't have one blemish that you haven't memorized. You could point out his striped pattern in a sea of other Na’vi.

And he knows you right back.

Loves to dig his fingers into your doughy hips, into your pillowy thighs. Your wide ass and ample chest. He loves your form, goes crazy for all of your alien curves. He never cared for your human modesty, he’d wanted to part your ass cheeks and stare at plump of your pussy for as long as he could remember. Wanted to strip you of all of those clothes and just stare.

The fact that he gets to do just that, for the rest of your lives, is his favorite, favorite thing.

You watch him eagerly as he slowly nurses. You can't get enough of the sight of him, his hollowed cheeks, the bob of his throat as he swallows your free flowing milk. He's so strong, his muscles flex in the dim light. All of that strength, and yet he’s so very gentle with you, his rough tongue laving at your sore buds every couple minutes. Soothing and tickling you all the same.

You giggle at a particularly quick swipe, letting out a small squeal as Neteyam’s tongue plays with the flesh in his mouth. His eyes peek open, glittering with mirth and low boiling heat as he meets your gaze. Whin his lips split into a smile, a dribble of translucent white milk escapes. Trickles down from the corners of his lips.

Heat pulses between your legs and you know he can smell how aroused you are.

Neteyam has always been able to turn you on without even trying. A well spoken word, or even a pointed look could get you running your thighs together. All desperate to get him alone and put your hands all over him.

You hate that you cant kiss him the way you want to, your Exo Mask, while necessary to your survival can be suck a fucking menace sometimes.

Your thumb traces his lips, the ones you want pressed against your own so bad. You rub the spilled milk from his chin. Cleaning him up in a way that's so simple, and so beyond erotic.

He breaks eye contact first, like he just can't look at you anymore. His brows all scrunched up, his chest raising and falling rapidly. He releases your sloppy nipple, completely covered in his saliva, and presses his face against the damp skin. Making a sound of distress.

Your fingernails skritch at his scalp, tangled in his many braids “What is it, baby?”

“I wanna fuck you so bad. Eywa, do you even smell yourself, Y/N? So good. I have to-”

“Yeah, yeah, okay” You nod, agreeing blindly. He can have whatever he wants.

“Fuck you hard, though. Gotta pound you. I know I shouldn't but it’ll be alright, huh? Won't hurt the baby?” his face is still buried in your skin, you cant even see his expression as he pleads for your pussy. It makes you so hot.

You push at his chest, needing him to get off of you for just a moment. He’s heavy as shit, a dead weight- doesn't really move until you're pouting and demanding for him to just give you a little space.

Enough that you can wiggle out of your panties and spread your thighs wide for him. Your swollen, sticky pussy on display for your mate.

His nostrils flare, and his thin tail whips wildly behind him.

When he swings your thick thighs up onto his broad shoulders, you let out a low, appreciative moan.

“Such a good boy for momma” you praise him the way the people praise the Great Mother. The cradle of your thighs a sanctuary where you both come to worship.

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Welp, I should be finishing up Part Three of First Love/Late Spring or plotting out future installments of The Sweetest Sylaung, but here I am writing nursing filth. Lol I truly have zero regrets, this story was so very self fulfilling(even though it partially came from a request). I hope you guys enjoyed though

As mentioned many times before, requests are currently open. Please send in all that good shit. I could use a good distraction from real life!

[apoloadonisandnarcissus]

With the knowledge of all the themes and inspirations of Robert Eggers for his adaptation of “Nosferatu” (2024), a few things are clearer.

This film isn’t only “Gothic horror”, it’s also Folk Horror, because that’s Robert Eggers “thing”. It’s also a dark fairy tale (“demon lover story”); the first song of the OST is even called “Once Upon a Time”. It’s a love letter to Eastern European cinema, too. It’s a story based on Romanian folklore, Transylvanian and Western European History, influenced by European cinema. Years on the making, alongside a team of academics and researchers.

1) Intricate, non-linear and highly symbolic storytelling

This story relies a lot on visual devices to create the narrative, inspired by “Queen of Spades” (1949) and “Vechir na Ivana Kupala” (“The Eve of Ivan Kupalo”) (1968). These are more important than dialogue, because there are many unreliable narrators in this film. Ellen and Orlok love story is represented by the lilacs (inspired by “The Innocents” (1961), where the willow tree was connected to the ghost couple) and windows (strigoi folklore and “Wuthering Heighgs” inspiration).

Orlok true nature is revealed on his iconography: sigil and coat of arms; he’s a Pagan worshipper of ancient Dacian god Zalmoxis; but was demonized as a “devil worshipper” by Christianity (as every Pagan religion in Europe was). He was deemed unworthy of entering Zalmoxis kingdom, but was only cursed to become a strigoi when Ellen awoke him, at the beginning of the film (he had been dead for centuries). Why? Related to his backstory. In Romanian folklore, strigoi haunt their loved ones, they want to relive their life together. Which indicates Ellen is possibly a reincarnation of the woman Orlok loved in life, which explains the covenant of them being together in spiritual world forever, and the “Svengali” (1931) inspiration.

2) Who is the true villain of this film?

At first glance, it’s Orlok. If we look deeper into the inspiration of “Leptirica” (“The She-Butterfly”) (1973) and strigoi folklore, it’s Ellen; she’s the one who unleashes Orlok. She also has a premonition Thomas will be sent away and looks at the window (Orlok). Then, she cuts a strand of her hair and puts it on a locket and it appears it’s meant to Thomas, but the visual subtext tells a different story: she knows Thomas will be sent to Orlok, and her strand of hair smells of lilacs; a scent Orlok later recognizes, and uses the locket to have access to her again. We also see Ellen at the beach, on the shore, while communicating with him. Later, Orlok arrives at Wisburg. She opens the window for him to access the Harding household, and then to her own house, on the “third night”. Ellen is the one who gives Orlok access to places (rooted in strigoi folklore, the “vampires need to be invited in” lore); she’s the one who calls for him throughout the film, which is why Lily-Rose Depp said she’s the one calling the shots in the film.

But, Ellen is described as the only heroic character by Robert Eggers, so she can’t be the real villain of the film. Nevertheless, she’s seen as a “monster” by society, as well; her supernatural gifts are medicalized as “hysteria”, and she needs to be contained with drugs and restraining devices (corsets; tied to the bed). When she’s communicating with Orlok in what Victorian doctors call “epilepsies”, she’s knocked unconscious with drugs, she’s tied to the bed, and her corset is tightened, increasing more control over her (literally and metaphorically), attempting to break her trance mediumship (her nature, her sexuality).

The true villain of the story is Christian Victorian society; with its norms, expectations and doctors; “Wuthering Heights” and “Great Expectations” (1949) inspiration. The society that medicalizes the protagonist, and labels her “mad”, “child” and “a creature” (like Von Franz calls her). The same Christianity that demonizes Orlok, is the same which demonizes Ellen. The “modern world” (19th century) has no place for them, they both belong to Pagan times.

3) Love vs. Sex

Now, we have to talk about love. What is love in this film? It’s the Victorian ideal presented in “The Innocents” (1961) dichotomy: love is Christian, pure, sacred, virginal, innocent, overprotective vs. sex, which is wickedness, sickness, shameful; contagious; corruptive, and, yes, demonic. It’s the occult meaning, too. And these two things (love and sex) are deemed as opposites in Victorian society, specially when women are concerned (because women don’t know nor have nor can aspire to have/know sexual pleasure). And this “love” is also connected to “heart”, which is another theme in this film; Ellen connects her heart to Thomas and Anna.

Anna and Thomas love Ellen. How is this love shown? By dismissing her concerns as “fancies” and pretending they don’t exist (consequence of her medicalization), and by calling the doctors to deal with her. Like Robert Eggers said; they don’t and can’t understand Ellen, and are dismissive of her. The “Great Expectations” (1946) inspiration is seen in Thomas desire to become like his wealthy friend, Friedrich Harding, as he aspires to climb the social ladder and be a gentleman, which means, symbolically, to transform Ellen into Anna, a perfect Victorian lady, which means to be an ideal/model of purity, chastity, sophistication and modesty. The opposite of what Ellen wants, as we see her being consumed by her corset until she tries to be break free of it during her scene with Thomas, to make him understand. But he doesn’t, because he can’t, he’s too wrapped up in social convention, and so his reaction is to call for the doctor to handle her. And she promises she’ll be good, she’ll contain her nature, like Friedrich Harding told her earlier, she’ll “find the dignity to display the respect for [her] caretaker” aka her husband, she’ll be a good and decent Victorian wife. Because women were supposed to be submissive to their husbands; to the husband that owns them. And so Thomas exerts his dominance and possession over Ellen when she tells him he could never please her like Orlok. Friedrich rapes his dead wife corpse; the ultimate symbol of women as ownership of their husbands in the Victorian era.

It soon becomes clear this “love” is connected to Ellen’s medicalization and to Victorian society itself. Ellen’s love of Thomas is overbearing protection and melodrama, also influenced by the protagonist of “The Innocents” (1961) love for the children she was hired as governess. But this “love” is also paranoid and suffocating, leading to tragedy. She clings on to Thomas not to escape Orlok (because she keeps inviting him in), but to escape herself, her own darkness and to contain her sexuality within the social accepting frame of marriage.

And so, no, Orlok cannot love… like this. Because he’s the opposite of medicalization and Victorian society; he’s the Pagan sorcerer, he’s sex, and he’s death. As a consequence he’s everything Victorian society deems female sexuality to be: wickedness, sickness, shameful, and corruptive, a infectious plague upon the world. Because sobrenatural creatures are always archetypes and metaphors in Gothic horror.

4) Breaking the Curse

At the surface, Orlok is a strigoi doing strigoi things; or a beastly Heathcliff taking revenge on Catherine/Ellen because she chose Edgar/Thomas instead of him. Symbolically, he’s taking revenge on the society that medicalizes and ostracizes Ellen; as he kills every archetype of “Victorian idealized role model” in the narrative, namely the Hardings. Like “Leptirica” (“The She-Butterfly”) (1973), “Nosferatu” (2024) has a folklore vampire, whose real appearance is slowly revealed to the audience.

But that’s not all that Orlok is; like the Bête (Beast) in “La Belle et la Bête” (“Beauty and the Beast”) (1946), he’s a cursed creature, and his curse is being a strigoi, a vampyr, a Nosferatu. A curse Ellen created when she awoke him with her summoning prayer. And a curse for which Orlok knows the “cure”, because the answer is in the Şolomonari codex of secrets (which Von Franz finds on Herr Knock’s office):

“And so the maiden fair did offer up her love unto the beast, and with him lay in close embrace until first cockcrow, her willing sacrifice thus broke the curse and freed them from the plague of Nosferatu.”

Here the “La Belle et la Bête” (“Beauty and the Beast”) (1946) inspiration is obvious: Orlok is a cursed beast whose curse can only be broken by a woman’s love. And that’s what he wants, and what he seeks. Like Bête with Belle, Orlok also gives Ellen a countdown to accept him or else someone is dying. And like “La Belle et la Bête”, Ellen only accepts Orlok when the men are conspiring to have him killed. And she says to Von Franz she has to be the one to stop Orlok, even though the professor never shared what he learned from the Şolomonari book with her, and only encourages her to be true to her nature.

She accepts Orlok’s covenant (“you shall be one with me ever-eternally”), fully aware of everything it implies, because it has to be a willing sacrifice from her part. And the threat of his destruction convinced her, because her soul isn’t the only thing Ellen is giving to Orlok during their “wicked wedding”; she’s giving him her heart, metaphorically and literally, as he’ll feed of her heart’s blood. And they both know they will die, because death is a requirement of their covenant (“you are not for the living”). Inspired by “Wuthering Heights” and “Svengali” (1931); Ellen and Orlok could never be together in life, are united in death, and reunited in the spiritual world, forever. And Von Franz confirms to the audience: Ellen’s love broke Orlok’s curse and freed them (both) from Nosferatu, as he places their lilacs around their embraced bodies. And that’s the love story at the end.

Robert Eggers went with the “Leptirica” (“The She-Butterfly”) (1973) inspiration here: a new and completely original ending to a cult classic. Because Eggers wanted the “vengeance” he talked about when discussing the ending. The vindication of sexualized female characters in Gothic literature, especially in “Dracula” by Bram Stoker. Ellen, the sexualized character who embraced the monster (herself/Orlok/sexuality) is the one who saves the day, but she also dies in the physical realm because Victorian society believes she deserves to be punished by her sin.

[atomoxxetine]

"Pernicious Present" Pt.1

Feyd Rautha x Suk Doctor! Reader

Summary: The greatest gift from Emperor Shaddam to House Harkonnen is a ticking time bomb wrapped neatly in a ribbon. Warning: Death, Blood, Torture part 2 (I've never read Dune. This is written based purely on the movie and a quick search.) "What a dull knife," you comment. Feyd has just slashed through his servants moments ago. "Since when did I allow you to speak?" The Na-Baron growls as he sharply turns to face your display of intrusive thoughts. It would be a death wish to anger him right after he had exhibited his rage. But to you, it is just another move in your scheme.

You know that Feyd doesn't have the power to kill you, not yet. All the tears you had wept and sweat you had shed through the Suk School were not wasted. The position: Baron Vladimir Harkonnen's personal Suk Doctor is what keeps your head on your shoulders. Reminiscing, the road to this status has been nothing like a flowery path. The school was hellish, and the exam was arduous, but nothing came close to gaining the Baron's trust.

Since you were sent to Giedi Prime as a gift from the Imperial, Baron Harkonnen had suspected you greatly. His Highness has started to view you in a better light when you dedicated yourself to cease the epidemic in Geidi Prime. There was a terrible spread of the black plague, stemming from rotten corpses to grass to trees to livestock. All had come to a stop because of your findings. Burning the dead with flame has been a custom ever since. It was clear that you possessed the qualities of intelligence, diligence, and efficiency. But what remained in the dark was your trustworthiness. So, he put you to the test by making you screen his food to detect any trace of malice, hoping your true nature would be revealed. The first few feasts were fine, intended to lower your guard. He then made Feyd bring out Safran Şerbeti. The cordial was undoubtedly spiked with venom as instructed by the Baron. The Baron suggested that you could waive the inspection of the gift brought by his nephew, as he wished to avoid straining the connection by revealing any distrust. But just from the sniff, you could tell that the drink was laced. You whispered to the Baron, 'Please do not take this drink, my lord.' Lord Harkonnen chuckled loudly. He beamed, 'Are you suspecting my heir? You must be out of your mind.' The Na-Baron added, 'Is this one of your dog's little tricks, uncle?' Feyd quirked to the Baron. 'Do you want to savor my uncle's exquisite food that much?' Feyd mocked with a baby voice. 'Don't touch that goblet, I beg of you,' you pleaded, ignoring Feyd's scoffing. The Baron shrugged you off, stretching his hand to fetch the golden liquid. You frantically snatched the chalice. 'Ha! Even your tail is wagging! This dog really wants to have a taste!' Feyd rubbed the salt to your wound. 'You left me no choice, my lord,' you surrendered. 'I will prove it to you that the lovely nephew of yours meant to take your life.' You drowned the whole goblet in one go. Consciousness left your body as the grail rolled on the floor. The world of black and white turned to a muddy grey. The Baron clapped, impressed by your devotion. You cleared all the rightful skepticism by putting your life before his and saving him. Once the Baron's trust was secured, your plan began.

[pebblethestone]

Too Close To The Cliffs Edge¹

So'lek x Na'iv Sarentu Reader

Summary - looking though a old and abandoned DRA base for stuff, as they run into trouble, you help them.

Info - bold words are in Na'vi English is just normal

Too close to the Cliffs Edge MasterList

Masterlist / next

Words - 1227

A/N - Hellooo so uh So'lek right? Anyway I thought about doing some writing for him cause he doesn't have much story's yes that i can find 😞

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Digging through a box in a rundown RDA base you pick stuff up take a look at it and throw it onto to ground not finding anything useful as you continue, coming across amno but nothing interesting, you suddenly stop what you doing as you pin your ears up hearing footsteps going towards you, twitching your ears a little as you listen carefully, they are soft like Na'vi but they carry metal as it clangs together.

Scanning around the room you are in you spot a vent being as quiet as you can you go under it and jump up getting into the vent with a little struggle but you manage it, moving forward into the vent as you look down through some bars into the room you where just in, as you see a na"vi walk in watching as he walks across the room as he digs through draws.

Hearing more footsteps this time but more heavy than the last as another Na'vi walks into the room. Your eyes look at her like a sky demon, keeping your hand close to your dagger.

“Are you sure this is the right place Alma?” you hear the na'vi man say only catching a few of the words of the sky poeple tongue.

“So'lek, I am sure Don't worry we won't be here long, I only have to grab some stuff and then we can go” she says as she walks through a door. Still not understanding what's being said exactly.

Your eyes follow her until she leaves the room, looking back towards the male Na'vi as you scan him wearing stuff like the sky people do, your tail moving to the side hitting the metal in the vent and causing a sound.

Grabbing your dagger in your hand you see him look up to where you are as you both lock eye contact, watching him closely as he's about to move, Turing around in the vent as you move down it quickly hearing the thugs of your foot spots echoing, coming to a stop as you see an exit outside closed of moving towards it as you force it open.

Leaping the building, lading okay and running into the forest hearing the na'vi leave the building as he runs after you. Hearing him speak the words you don't understand, jumping over a log and through a small river, moving down a small hill slowly with careful steps, stopping as you feel eyes on you looking around and seeing nothing as you carry on.

Out of nowhere, you feel a force hit your side as the na'ni man tackles you to the ground you both roll down to the bottom, as he's onto you, you hiss at him pinning your ears back and shouting at him, and he pins his ears back as you continue shouting his poor ears off.

“let go of me! Right now!!” you say as he lets you go

“A Sarentu?“ You hear him say, stunned as he says that him walking closer towards you as he looks at the mark on your face.

“I had thought that you all disappeared?“ He says to you as you make eye contact.

“I do not know where my clan went, I don't remember,” you say as you step away from him as he gets too close to you, ears twitching as you ear footsteps rush towards you as you see the woman avatar Alma you think her name was as she reaches yous as she looks at you.

“The RDA are here So'lek” she says out of breath to So'lek, as she looks back at you with curiosity. Your ears go up as they twitch picking on the sky people metal machines moving around, Deciding to help them.

“Come, come, hurry” you say as you also move your hand in that motion, moving off ahead of them, as they both you at each other and not their head as they follow after you.

“Hurry up” you say stopping to let them catch up as you, yoye then start moving again just a little slower this time, coming up towards a huge tree.

“We go up, now,” You say as you start climbing up the tree getting into an opening as you climb into it, and look out of it to see the other two coming up the tree. The male climbs into the tree first he then helps the female into the tree as she lands on the ground out of breath. Watch as the male turns around to look at you as he starts to talk to you.

“Hello, my name's So'lek this here is Alma and you are?“ He says to you as he introduces himself as well as the others. Still a little on edge as you decided to introduce yourself to them as they did for you.

“I am Y/n, it's nice you meet you both,“ you say to them staying in the spot you standing where you are.

“It's nice to meet you Y/n” you hear Alma say surprised that she could speak the native tongue, as she steps towards you and moves her arm towards you, taking a step back watching as So'lek grabs her hand gently and shakes his head at her.

“You both must be hungry?“ you say to them gesturing towards the floor as they look around the very small home, plants and herbs handing from the top of the room baskets filled up this fruits and materials, a short table in the middle perfect for sitting down on the ground for. Looking up they see a hammock, some weapons scattered across the room.

“Sit, sit,” you say to them, they both stop looking around, and both of them take a seat on the floor next to the table. Opening up a basket at you grab enough for three of you, move back towards them and take a seat on the floor with them, Handing them both a fruit.

“you may stay one night, and then leave, it is not safe at night,” you say to both of them after you had looked outside seeing it was getting darker.

“We thank you for your generously, ” So'lek says to you as he turns his head to look at you. Alma nods her head in agreement as you nod your head.

“I will be going to sleep now, you both should do the same” After a while, you say to them as you climb up towards your hammock, letting them decide how they are going to sleep

The Next Day

Opening your eyes as you peck over the side of your hammock seeing that Alma is still sleeping where So'lek is already up and about, moving out of your hammock as you climb down seeing So'lek stop what his doing as he sees you.

“You've done quite well by yourself, must feel lonely to have no one around” he says to you as you turn your head to the side.

“It does but I've managed to do it over the years” you say to him.

“How about you come with us? You wouldn't be by yourself then” he offers to you as you think over his words, looking over at Alma you do not like the sky people very much, but if a Na'vi is with them maybe you can trust them.

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[suppermariobroth]

In Super Mario 64, setting the camera mode to “stop” and holding it at the base of a tree will make the tree invisible since its sprite will be rendered behind the camera instead of in front of it. However, Mario can still climb the tree, resulting in him appearing to climb in mid-air as seen in the footage.

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[legallybrunettedotcom]

While we're at it can you recommend us some good croatian movies?

hey, thank you for asking, here are several!

older movies:

tko pjeva zlo ne misli/one song a day takes mischief away (1970), rondo (1966) (it has chess and a throuple), h-8 (1958) (based on a real traffic accident that happened), breza/the birch tree (1967) (depressing as shit to be quite honest), vlak u snijegu/train in the snow (1976) (a mandatory childhood viewing, a really cute story about what we can do "when little hands come together"), ritam zločina/the rhythm of the crime (1981), surogat (1961) (animated short, our only oscar win and the first non-american animated movie to win an oscar)

newer movies:

maršal/marshal tito's spirit (1999) (basically ppl on an island are convinced josip broz tito is haunting them lmao), kako je počeo rat na mom otoku/how the war started on my island (1997), što je muškarac bez brkova?/what is a man without a moustache? (2005) (if you got like a priest kink or sth... might be up your alley), metastaze/metastases (2009) (it's like our trainspotting) and ZG80 (2016), murina (2021) (for every girl who hates her dad), sonja i bik/sonja and the bull (2012) (enemies to lovers romcom), narodni heroj ljiljan vidić (2015) (this is like inglorious basterds) sigurno mjesto/safe place (2022), ustav republike hrvatske/the constitution (2016), stric/uncle (2022), svećenikova djeca/the priest's children (2013), ljeto kada sam naučila letjeti/how i learned to fly (2022)

[hydrasheadest]

I.L.Y. Pasture | Public Download

My friends wanted a tutorial on how I do my pastures, and I figured with so much going on it might be nice to just slow down and share a little love. So here is a free 20x20 pasture for everyone. Please feel free to tag me here or on Discord. I will be posting a tutorial video at some point to show my process of how I created this pasture!

A huge thank you to all of the CC creators that have made such wonderful little bits of nature for us to enjoy. It is much appreciated and I hope that this pasture is healing for all. The I.L.Y. Pasture is free for anyone and everyone who wants to use it.

TOU: Please do not upload this anywhere else, claim as your own creation, or drastically alter the pasture.

CC List (Base Game + Horse Ranch + CC ONLY): CD97 Real Plants CD97 Tropical Trees Bakie Gaming Unlocked Fences Helen City Ruins Grass Helen Ancient Patio Rosebush Walnut Hill & Anira Metal Gate Alf-si Birch Trees FG Bosque Set Xelenn Garden Irises Severinka Fantasy Forest Grasses NA Liyue Bushes NA Genshin Big Bush NA Genshin Mint Animefemme Daisy Bush Animefemme Buttercups Animefemme Garden Rock

Overrides (Optional): K-Hippie K707

DOWNLOAD [google drive]

I have done my best to link to all CC creators whose content I have used. I do have a few misc pieces (I'm looking at you "plants.package") that I have absolutely no clue where I got them from. If anyone does know I'm happy to link to the original creator, but for now I'm including them in the zip file.

Peace Love and Plants Dae 💚🌿

P.S. The song inspo was I.L.Y. by The Rose.

[misspelledwordswizard]

Chapter 4 - Why do we have to walk so much?

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The sun began to set as we reached na empty clearing, which the Old man promptly confirmed was our campsite for the night. Eventually I realized that we were heading to Kakariko Village, they were probably hoping to find a place for me there, and in the worst case scenario I would probably have to stay at the inn until they found a place for me.

I’m starting to think I’m asking too much of them, I mean, I’m asking them to find me a new home. But then again, if it weren’t for them I would be just fine in my cabin, and I’m not even asking for anything big, I’m getting by with little.

I stood there watching them set up camp, feeling lost and not knowing how to help. Constantly trying to go to someone to offer help until the opportunity passed before I could even take a step. Until I heard Wild say he was going to get firewood for the fire and I quickly offered to go along, unable to stand still any longer.

I ran to his side, only to return to where I was previously, walking into the trees. As soon as we were out of sight of those in camp I felt somewhat uncomfortable with the silence, there was no reason for it, I just felt like I should say something but I didn’t know what. I guess the fact that I was walking with nine such important heroes started to get to me, I felt small next to them, even though I was taller than some of them.

— You seem to be dealing with all of this very well. – The blond spoke with a somewhat suspicious tone, but not in a bad way, it was more like he was worried about my mental state, which let’s face it, wasn’t very good already.

— There’s not much you can do about it, so sulking and holding a grudge would only cause problems. – I really didn’t see the need to freak out, but part of it was that I just didn’t have the courage to fight with my childhood heroes. – And I think I’ve freaked out too much before.

— I disagree, your outburst didn’t even last five minutes before you calmed down. But that’s admirable, I mean, I don’t think I would be that mature, and I think I’m older than you. – Little does he know that mentally I’m twice his age, I mean, his mental age, because physically he’s kind of over a hundred years old, I think.

I couldn’t help but laugh slightly, thinking about it was a bit strange, I should be much more mature than I actually am, but I guess there are limits to a young body, my brain isn’t even fully developed yet. If I remember my biology classes correctly, that only happens when you’re twenty-five. A musical murmur pulled me out of my thoughts. He seemed relaxed, which was good, I didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable around me because of this whole situation. I tried to recognize the melody based on the countless wonderful songs from the games, but this one sounded different from any I remembered.

— What song is that? – I couldn’t help but ask, driven by curiosity. Maybe it was one I had forgotten.

— Huh? I don’t know, I just made it up. – he said and laughed shyly, distractedly playing with his hair, his cheeks slightly red. I laughed too. Seeing him like that was comforting. Along the way, we collected dry branches that could be used in the fire. He even cut down a tree with a sword, cutting it into small pieces to be used as firewood. God, that’s why his weapons keep breaking.

It didn’t take long to accomplish this task and soon we were on our way back. I helped him prepare the bonfire. I was a little startled when he used na arrow to light it, as if it were nothing. After helping with this, I found myself with nothing to do again, but it seemed like everyone had already finished and were just packing up their personal things. I watched as the boy in the red robe – Legend, right? – took out several objects from among his belongings. He certainly had a lot of trinkets. Judging by his name, he must be the Hero of Legend, the one from several older games. Upon closer inspection, I noticed a small pink streak in his hair. It must be because Link from A Link to the Past had pink hair. Pink suits him.

I guess I stared too much, because as soon as he noticed my gaze, he scowled at me. I hadn’t exchanged a single word with him yet, but he seemed to hate me. Did he get offended when I yelled at all of them yesterday?  – I looked away so as not to cause more confusion, but I still felt like he was looking at me and judging me for a while longer.

I decided it was time for a bath. It was way past time for that, and since we were near a river, it was the perfect opportunity. I headed toward the constant sound of running water, only letting them know where I was going when Warriors asked. Finally alone, I was able to enter the water that now enveloped me as a reward after a hot and tiring day. I didn’t dare take off my underwear, I wasn’t going to risk it. I’ll have to deal with damp underwear for a while, but it’s not like I haven’t done it before with bikinis.  It was refreshing and I was able to get the smell of sweat and oil out of my hair, even though I missed hair products and a nice-smelling soap. I left after a few minutes, afraid that someone would come looking for me for being out for so long. I had nothing to dry myself with, so I just did my best to get rid of the excess water and put on the same clothes as before, unfortunately. I need to buy clothes. I returned to the group and was blessed with the smell of food being prepared.  God, Wild’s food smells good, I hope it tastes just as good. Wind was the first to notice me, coming towards me excitedly. Somewhat surprisingly, I hadn’t had a full exchange with him yet, at most a wordy exchange like a “good morning”, but he seemed oddly excited to have me temporarily in the group.

— Hey, I was wondering where you went! The Cook is almost done with the stew, you have to try his food, it’s surprisingly good! – The boy said excitedly as he gently pulled me by the arm towards the campfire where most of them were gathered for a meal together.

I sat between the sailor and Hyrule, I still didn’t feel very comfortable among all of them, but these two certainly made it easier. Soon the food was being served, I thanked him when Wild handed me a bowl of stew that smelled divine, my stomach growled in anticipation and I quickly took a spoonful to my mouth. I burned my tongue. It was hot, very hot, and the idea of trying to cool it down before eating didn’t even occur to me. My eyes filled with tears because of this, so I swallowed quickly to end my suffering.

— Wow, is it really making you cry? – Wind said as he laughed at my expression, I just rolled my eyes and laughed too, I can’t blame him for laughing at my stupidity.

After recovering I managed to eat again, making sure it was cold enough before putting it in my mouth, and it really was delicious. Well, in the game it seems that food is Link’s great love, so it makes sense that he made sure to learn how to prepare it properly.

The conversation flowed as everyone ate, they laughed, told jokes or told stories of their adventures, it was a visible contrast compared to when they were fighting. Even though at the time I was more concerned with my home, I still witnessed their seriousness in battle.

— What about you? Have you ever been on na adventure before? – I heard Rulie ask me next to me, a little more quietly, making our conversation almost private.

— Not really, the closest thing is my trips to Hateno to visit my parents, but nothing interesting ever happened there. – I tried to remember something worth mentioning but nothing came to mind. My life was too boring compared to theirs.

— What are your parents like? Do you have any siblings? – This time it was Wind who asked. I can’t understand what interesting thing there could be about me for them to be so curious. Maybe they were just being polite.

— No, I don’t have any siblings. – Not in this life at least. – But my parents are great! They’ve always done everything for me, they’re still very much in love with each other to this day, too. I would do anything for them, and it will never be enough for everything they’ve done for me. I’ve always been daddy’s little girl, even though I’m na adult he still treats me like his little girl. My mother is very sweet, and makes great cakes, I’d like to be na adult like her one day. – Before I realized it, I started a monologue about my parents and my childhood, which went on for quite some time. Na old habit of mine from before this life, when I start talking about something I like, I don’t stop until someone tells me to shut up. If they ask more, it gets worse. But for some reason, they didn’t seem to be bothered, quite the opposite, they kept asking me questions about myself and my family, as well as my likes and hobbies, I was so focused on talking and talking that I didn’t notice when everyone else got quiet while they listened to me talk, and even started asking questions too.

They seemed happy to listen, even laughing when I told them about all the trouble I’d gotten into as a child, but I could also see a somewhat melancholic look coming from them. Oh, right, that makes sense, they didn’t have that. Of course, many had families, some not so conventional, but many had that taken away from them very early. Only then did I realize that I might be talking too much, and I tried to shyly slow down the conversation so that their attention wouldn’t be on me, but I wasn’t very successful due to the constant questions.

 Soon their attention went to Wind, who remembered something from her adventures thanks to my stories. I felt a little relieved, but I could probably spend a lot more time talking if I wanted to.

After a while, everyone agreed that it was late and we should go to sleep. I helped Wild with the dirty dishes and then went to sleep. Twilight was the one who lent me his sleeping bag this time, since he was the one who would be the one to take over the watch. I was exhausted, with everything that happened yesterday I ended up going to bed very late and waking up very early, and on top of that I had one of the most tiring days of my life today. I felt my body relax as I lay down, and I had soon fallen asleep. 

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I woke up with Wind poking me and yelling in my ear. I tried to open my eyes but soon closed them when I felt my retina burn with the sunlight directly in my face. I sat up with my eyes still closed while I rubbed them trying to clear the fog from my vision.

— GOOD MORNING, sleepyhead! Come on, get up, we’re going to Kakariko, if we hurry we can get there today! – The young man said as he pulled me by the arm to get up. – Come on, we’re ready, all we need is you!

— Okay, okay, I’m going, give me a minute.

Finally giving up on bothering me, the sailor left me to get up at my own pace, going to meet up with the others to wait for me. I tried to be quick, which was easy since I didn’t exactly have many things to collect. Soon I was with the others ready to start walking again. At least now we would follow the road and not through the middle of the forest.

Once again I found myself wondering how they put up with this, especially doing it every day, what a nightmare! I thought I would spend the whole journey lost in thought again, but the youngest of the group seemed to have other plans, whatever I did, we went from just exchanging good mornings to spending the day talking about random nonsense. I like that.

— So, there was this one time when my little sister and I went to help grandma in the kitchen, but we were too small to reach the counter, I tried to get the flour and ended up tipping the pot over on top of us both, we made the biggest mess, there was flour everywhere and we turned white! – He said laughing as he remembered his family, even in the games it was clear how much he cared for his sister, it was adorable to see.

— This reminds me of when my bro-... my father and I tried to plant na apple tree in the backyard and ended up covered in dirt. – For a moment I slipped thinking about the memories of my past life. I missed my little brother a lot, and being with Wind made me remember him constantly. The two of them are very similar.

Wind didn’t seem to notice my “mistake”, continuing to speak animatedly, I smiled and agreed as my mind wandered between the memories of both my lives, I had affection for both of them, but I really missed the people from my last life.

— ... And then, when Wild tried to take back the clothes that Wolfie had, he held on tight and they started playing tug of war, the Cook got SO mad!

– I turned my attention back to reality when Wind was telling a story that I only caught the end of, and I didn’t understand a thing.

— Wait, who’s Wolfie? – I’m pretty sure none of them had that nickname.

— Oh, Wolfie is Twi- I mean, he’s a wolf that’s been with us for a while, he shows up every now and then! – He tried to hide it, but I’m not that dumb, I already knew that Twilight could turn into a wolf so it was easy to put two and two together. But I decided to pretend to believe him

— I see, so you guys kind of have a pet wolf? That’s cool, having a wolf as a friend isn’t something you see every day.

— Oh, yeah, he’s not exactly a pet, he’s more like a companion, and he doesn’t like it when you treat him like a dog either!  – He smiled mischievously, something told me he did it on purpose to irritate the poor wolf.

Time passed quickly with the constant chatter, with the occasional intrusion from some of the boys. Soon we had been walking for over five hours and were stopping for a quick meal. Even though the previous day had left me exhausted, I wasn’t having any major problems today, in fact it seemed like I wasn’t getting as tired as before, but this still wasn’t what I would call a relaxing time. From what I understood, if we continued at this pace we would arrive in Kakariko by dawn, which would be better than having to camp for another night, for sure.

Wild prepared a quick meal for everyone who made sure to eat quickly and pack up the dishes so we could continue on our journey; the faster we went the sooner we would arrive at the village. I wanted to complain about having to walk so much without even having time to digest the food, but I didn’t want to be a nuisance so I kept my criticisms and curses motivated by fatigue to myself.

The sleepiness after the meal started to affect me, and in this second part of the walk I remained quieter and more absent-minded, lost in thoughts and in how I wanted to take a nap now. I was walking in the middle of the group, the pace wasn’t very fast, but it still wasn’t slow enough to walk. The road was empty, there were few adventurers who passed us, and it had been a while since we had passed the last one. It was quiet, everyone was a little discouraged due to tiredness.

I think there was a rock in the road, or something else that I didn’t see, because one second I was walking calmly and the next I was hitting the ground. I felt a sharp pain in my left ankle, but for some reason the fall hadn’t hurt as much, and the ground seemed strangely uneven.

— Can you get off me? – When I opened my eyes I found Legend below me, with his face pressed against the ground, and man, if looks could kill, I would already be six feet under. I quickly rolled to the side to get off him, and when I tried to get up I felt a pain in my ankle that made me fall back to the ground immediately.

— Sorry! – I tried to ease the blonde’s hatred for me, but he just gave me a frown as he stood up and didn’t pay any more attention to me. Twilight was the one who approached to help me get up, thanks to him I managed to stand, but when I tried to put my left foot on the ground I let out a hiss of pain.

— Did you hurt yourself? Is your ankle sprained? – He asked worriedly as he continued to support me.

— I don’t think it’s sprained, just sore.

— Wait, let me see. – He crouched down, letting me continue to lean on his shoulder while he looked at my injury.  – It looks like it’s starting to swell, it’s best if you leave it alone for a while.

— Oh, great, we’re going to be late because someone will have to help her and go really slowly! We’ll only get there tomorrow afternoon at this rate! – Legend was the one who complained, he still seemed indignant, but it didn’t seem like he was directly offending me, but rather his discontent for having to wait even longer to finally rest.

— Yes, the Veteran is right. – Surprisingly, it was Time who said this. – If we try to keep walking like this, not only will we be delayed a lot, but it could also make her situation worse. That’s why we’ll have to camp here and leave tomorrow morning. – He surprised everyone again with this, and it was only then that I noticed the sun was already setting. I felt bad, because it was my fault everyone would have to camp another day, now the veteran had reason to hate me.

— What? But we’re almost there! I’m sure that even if we slow down, we can get there before the sun rises.  – It was Wild who spoke this time, he was visibly tired, but he was probably thinking about his friends now, not himself.

— But that would cause bigger problems for her. My decision has been made, time to set up camp. – Some complaints were heard, but everyone went to the grassy area next to the road to pack up. Twilight helped me get there and left me sitting with my back against a tree.

I watched helplessly as I watched everyone without being able to help in any way. Weak body shit. A sleeping bag, which I had no idea who it belonged to, was left next to me for when I went to sleep. I tried to distract my mind, replaying movies and songs from Earth that I remembered, but most of them were flawed because it had been so long. Finally, so bored and tired, I gave up on distracting myself and decided to take a nap until it was time to eat. With effort I managed to lie down in the sleeping bag, I wouldn’t fall asleep, I would just lie down and keep my eyes closed.

I fooled myself.

I didn’t even have time, when I realized I was already passed out. All the exhaustion of the day caught up with me, I slept so deeply that I’m sure I missed dinner time. If anyone tried to wake me up, you can be sure the poor soul was unsuccessful. Then I had a dream, a strange one as always. I was in a dark place, I heard voices that I didn’t recognize. The voices whispered something that I couldn’t understand.   I stood up and started walking, not knowing where I was going.

The place was cold, I could feel a cold breeze hitting my skin as I walked and called out to someone. I was so alone, it was as if I had been left behind. I began to feel my body weigh down, everything began to fade away and remaining conscious became difficult. I’m not sure when I switched off, but I regained my consciousness within the dream when I was already somewhere else. It was a dimly lit room, full of vintage objects, it looked like na office. I began to absentmindedly rummage through the things I saw, when I heard those whispers coming from behind me again. When I turned around, I saw a door, it seemed to be calling me, unconsciously I began to walk towards the door. It was excruciatingly slow, but for some reason I couldn’t go any faster than that, the knocks gradually increased, but were still inaudible. Finally, my hand was on the doorknob, I swallowed hard as I turned it, when I finally opened the door the whispers stopped and I found myself facing endless darkness.

Disappointed, I sighed and shook my head slightly trying to forget about it, when I turned to go back to the office, I came across a frightened face trying to tell me something.

WAKE UP

I woke up startled, my heartbeat accelerated, I felt my blood pulsing through my body, I opened my eyes only to be faced with the sight of vibrant red eyes framed by darkness staring at me. Before I could react, a deep and frightening voice spoke in a sinister manner.

— Hello, little girl.

[solarpunkbusiness]

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[dorokora]

Transients I want to see in Housamo (very very long list)

Just a list of transients I think would be interesting to see in Tokyo;

Land of Wa:

Momotarō

Issun-bōshi

Nue

Baku (a creature who devours nightmares)

Satori (a monkey yokai who can read minds)

Olympus:

Ares

Athena

Aphrodite

Artemis

Medusa

Persephone

Echidna (Typhon’s wife)

Asclepius

Ganymede

Odysseus

Caeneus

Lycaon

Eris (goddess of discord known for instigating conflict and manipulation)

Kitzeth:

Zmey

Psoglav

Baba Yaga

Zoryas

Domovoy

Stribog

Wojtek

Takamagahara:

Sukunabikona (a dwarf who is the god of hot spring and is frequently paired with Okuninushi)

Yatagarasu

Takemikazuchi (the one who defeated Takeminakata and crushed his arms)

Oceanic Realm:

Pele (Hawaiian goddess of volcanoes and fire)

Kamapuaʻa (a pig-man who is the god of agriculture and is Pele’s husband)

Kāmohoaliʻi (a Hawaiian shark god)

Nanaue

Māui

Kapre

Muldjewangk

Tikbalang

Rūaumoko

Old Ones:

Mother Hydra (Dagon’s wife)

Shub-Niggurath

Gnoph-keh

Bokrug

Tir na nog:

Cernunnos

Medb

Scáthach

Cú Chulainn/Sétanta

Merlin

Ojáncanu

Epona (goddess of horses)

Eden:

Azrael (angel of death)

Metatron

Saint George

Samson

Gehenna:

Mammon (demon of greed)

Adrammelech/Andrealphus

Ares Goetia Demons:

Asmodeus

Gremory

Dantalion

Aamon

Stolas

Forneus

Andras

Camio

Furfur

Babilim:

Gilgamesh

Enkidu

Kingu (son of Tiamat who was killed by Marduk)

Inanna/Ishtar (also is Shamash’s twin sister)

Ereshkigal

Ninurta

Anzu

Deva Loka:

Vishnu

Lakshmi

Garuda (Vishnu’s mount)

Rama

Kumbhakarna

Vamana

Narasimha

Ganesha

Nandi (Shiva’s mount)

Agni

Karkadann (a mythical rhino)

El dorado:

Huītzilōpōchtli

Tlāloc (god of rain)

Coatlicue

Xochiquetzal

Camazotz (the bat who decapitated Ixbalanque’s brother)

Yggdrasil:

Nidhogg

Ratatoskr (squirrel messenger of the World Tree)

Baldur

Heimdall

Hel

Njord (god of the sea and is the father of Freyr)

Týr (had his right hand bitten off by Fenrir)

Great Spirit:

Urcaguary (god of treasures)

Nanook

Amaguq

Kamuy Kotan:

Rep-un-Kamuy (a sea god who is depicted as a Orca who is carefree and somewhat mischievous and armed with a harpoon)

Utopia:

Zakalwe (based of the character from the novel “Use of Weapons”)

Hourai:

Chang’e

Hou Yi (Divine archer and Chang’e husband)

Daoji/Ji Gong

Guan Yu

Red Hare (a famous horse owned by Lü Bu)

Xiezhi (a mythical creature that resembles a ox or goat with the ability to distinguish truth and lies and will stab liars with its horn)

Longmu (a goddess who raised five dragons)

Gonggong (had a fight with Zhurong and lost then broke one of the pillars that Nuwa had to fix)

Aaru:

Thoth

Ma’at

Hathor

Anubis

Bastet

Sekhmet

Sobek

Nephthys

Taweret

Hapi

Serket

Anhur

Rhodopis

Khonsu

Urban Legends:

Mothman

Ogua

Squonk

Burrunjor

Others:

Bishamonten (and the rest of the Seven Lucky God)

Genbu (The Japanese version of the Chinese Black Tortoise of the North)

Byakko (The Japanese version of the Chinese White Tiger of the West)

Lu Zhishen (from the Water Margin novel)

Dong Zhuo (Three Kingdom)

[sifu-kisu]

Cutting Down Trees, Uprooting Roots, and Destroying Roots

Cutting Down Trees: This involves using a power chain and striking force, relying on dynamic acceleration.

Uprooting Roots: This uses lever and centrifugal forces, extending the lever to perform work.

Destroying Roots: This relies on stick, Jam, and centripetal forces, emphasizing close-range power exertion.

Most practical combat begins with power chain strikes, such as long-range kicks, close-range strikes, elbows, and knees in offense and defense. All martial arts schools emphasize such training, so we compare it to cutting down trees. Close combat, such as throwing, falling, and Qin Na, are body contact techniques categorized as uprooting and destroying roots. Many Kung Fu schools neglect these techniques, making them weak points in close-quarters combat.

Throwing is considered uprooting roots while falling is seen as destroying roots. I participated in the wrestling team at Taiwan’s Chien Guo High School for three years, where our coach was Chang Dongsheng. In the last century, Master Chang became famous for his unmatched wrestling skills with Baoding Quick Wrestling, earning him the nickname “Wrestling King.” Based on my understanding of wrestling, I’ll use Baoding wrestling as an example to briefly explain the characteristics of uprooting roots:

1. Quick Wrestling wins with fast and varied footwork, like a butterfly flitting about, making it difficult for opponents to cope. Grandmaster Chang was known for his "Butterfly" style.

2. When an opponent attacks, one can often use strength to guide them to the ground and use the reaction force to create deceptive techniques (also known as "dark hands" or "black hands").

3. When adjusting the angle of the opponent's resistance point to become a fulcrum, one can find a better point of application to form a lever and throw the opponent.

4. The lever should be long, and one’s body needs to control a large area of the opponent.

5. Use lightning-fast acceleration to trip the opponent and achieve the full effect.

Throwing techniques differ significantly from falling techniques. Throws often use centrifugal force, whereas falls rely on centripetal force. Throwing is like throwing a stone from a catapult while falling like stirring water into a whirlpool.

Falling techniques are centered around the spine and core muscles. By using active footwork to get close to the opponent and applying close-contact techniques like Baji Quan or Bagua Zhang, you direct the energy into the ground to destroy the opponent’s root. A famous anecdote about Great Master Li Shu Wen is that he practiced Sticking -Jamming against trees, eventually causing several trees to wither, so Grand Master Liu Yun Chiao referred to this type of force as "destroying roots."

Additionally, throwing techniques involve large, powerful movements, often using grips or breaking grips to control the opponent and make them lose balance. Falling techniques involve smaller, faster movements, usually starting with a power chain, then using close contact rolling to disrupt the opponent’s energy field and center of gravity, ensuring they cannot get up after falling, which is the true meaning of “destroying roots.”

In my lifetime, I have had the fortune of experiencing the throwing and falling techniques of Master Liu and Master Chang. When asked about their differences, I would say that Master Chang’s techniques felt direct, fast, and authoritative, while Master Liu’s techniques were enigmatic, smooth, and encompassing the earth. The former leans more towards uprooting roots, while the latter focuses more on destroying roots. I cannot describe it further in words; it’s like "drinking water—only you know if it’s cold or warm."

Both throwing and falling techniques are inseparable from Qin Na. The true meaning of Qin Na is not just joint locks, as commonly believed. The Chinese term "擒拿" (Qin Na) is two characters. “擒” means trying to catch a bird (chicken) with hands, and "拿" means to grasp firmly with both hands. Trying to catch a chicken is much more complex than simple grabbing. It includes techniques like separating tendons, misaligning bones, blocking energy flow in the body, cutting energy meridian along the limb, and pressure point strikes. Our book, Qin Na: Taking Control of Energy, co-authored with Arthur Schonfeld, provides a detailed explanation of Qinna techniques, accompanied by a DVD for demonstration and explanation.

Qin Na skills are not limited to standing techniques; ground techniques like Shaolin Di Gong (ground wrestling) and Dog Fist differ from the jiu-jitsu developed on mats and are suitable for street fights. With BJJ’s rise in popularity today, martial arts practitioners should study traditional ground techniques for emergencies.

Chinese traditional martial arts are diverse, encompassing long-range kicks, close-range strikes, Falling, Wrestling, and Qin Na techniques. This article merely highlights the comprehensive nature of conventional martial arts; whether one dedicates a long time to diligent practice depends on personal willingness.

伐樹，拔根，摧根

伐樹－動力鏈，打擊力，依靠動力加速度。

拔根－槓桿力，離心力。加長槓桿做功。

摧根－丹田力，向心力。強調貼靠發勁。

大部分的實戰是從動力鏈打擊開始：那就是遠踢，近打加肘膝等攻防技法。所有門派都重視這類訓練我無需多說，在此我們將它比做伐樹。而貼身摔跌加擒拿則歸類為拔根與摧根，往往是許多門派忽略的技法而成為零距離作戰時的弱點。

貼身的摔法是拔根而貼身的跌法為摧根。

我高中時參加台灣建國中學的摔角隊三年，當時我們的指導老師是常東昇。上個世紀常師以保定快跤摔遍全國無敵手成為家喻戶曉的摔跤王。基於對摔跤有某程度的了解，在此我以保定跤為例，簡單地說明拔根的特色：

1。快跤以快速及多變化的活步取勝，如穿花蛺蝶般地, 使對手無從應付。常師當年就有花蝴蝶的稱號。

2、 敌手来時舍己從人、 往往將来力傳於地。再利用上傳的反作用力，形成聲東擊西的暗手(或稱為黑手)。

3、 我將敌來手的抗力點稍轉角度成为我的支點。此时我慿感觉另找个最佳的施力點、形成槓杆將对方摔倒。

4. 槓桿要長， 我的身體控制對方的面積要大。

5、 要用迅雷不及掩耳的加速度施絆子以竟全功。

跌法與摔法迥然不同， 摔多為離心力而跌則以向心力為主。摔似拋石，跌如漩渦。

跌法是以背脊與核心肌群為中心，由活步領身挨近敵人，再以如八極拳似的貼靠或八卦掌般的纏卷將此勁道導入地下，以摧敵之根。祖師李書文有個為人津津樂道的武林軼事：他常以貼靠樹木來練功， 竟然將多株樹靠到枯死， 這是劉雲樵師爺稱此種勁為“摧根”的由來。

此外，摔法的拔根動作大而威力強，多以抓把或破把來控制對方使其失去平衡， 跌法的摧根動作小，速度快，常從動力鏈開始，再以貼靠卷纏破壞對方氣場與重心，使對手倒地後無法起身， 那就是摧根的真正意義。

此生有幸曾領略過劉師與常師兩位大師的摔跌功力。 曾有人問到他倆的不同處。我的回答是被常師摔時，我可以很清楚的感覺他的勁道的冷脆，快速而霸氣凌人， 而劉師的則是莫測，圓滾又渾厚包容。前者拔根多於摧根，後者則摧根多過拔根。我無法以文字作更進一步描述。只能說 “如人飲水，冷暖自知”.

不論摔法或跌法都離不開擒拿，擒拿真正的含義不是一般人認為的反關節， 中文擒拿的“擒”是以手捉禽鳥(雞), “拿”是合手, 即以兩手將之抓牢。其實擒比拿要複雜的多， 所以傳統擒拿包括： 分筋，錯骨， 閉氣，截脈， 點穴。我與學生Arthur Schonfeld. 共同著作的各類武術裡有 Qin Na：Taking Control of Energ一書對擒拿有詳細說明並附有光盤講解與示範。

中國的擒拿術不只是站立技，還有地面技如地躺門，狗拳等，與墊上發展的柔術不同，是適合街鬥的武術。當今BJJ 大行其道，功夫武者有必要研究傳統的地面技，以備不時之需。

中囯傳統武術琳瑯滿目， 但都脫離不了遠踢，近打，貼靠, 摔跌加擒拿。 此文只說明了傳統武術的全方位性，至於是否要花長時間苦心修煉，那就看個人的意願了。

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: BaNaNa Boy

Debut: Mario Kart 8

In the past, we have gone over some of the most silly and notable fictional sponsors appearing in the Mario Kart series, but one has always stood out as the most a-peeling, even back then! That is none other than BaNaNa Boy. Who is this mystical Boy? Why does he capitalize such seemingly unimportant letters? Let’s discuss.

BaNaNa Boy is, I must assume, the provider of the Banana Peels that are so important to the Mario Kart series! It is quite obvious, I must say. The peel is in the logo, and the slogan, “Let one slip!”, refers to slipping on them. I am also reasonably certain that this slogan is based on the phrase “let one rip”, referring to farting. Awesome!

I have to wonder how BaNaNa Boy got their start! I don’t know how long lore-wise banana peels have been used for kart races. Maybe at first the Kongs were more than happy to donate their used banana peels for the races, but as the karting franchise grew and grew, they needed more, a dedicated provider... a BaNaNa Boy! Someone BaNaNas for Bananas! Or maybe it is a more humble origin, and BaNaNa Boy was a small novelty shop, providing banana peels and other items to prank your friends with. When a large amount of banana peels were needed, one of their loyal customers suggested this small business, and that was their big break!

It may seem like producing large quantities of bananas only to use their peels would be incredibly wasteful. But do not fret!

Let One Slip right down your esophagus! As seen if you look closely at the vending machines in Super Bell Subway, BaNaNa Boy sells beverages, presumably made with the peeled bananas! You can find them wherever you find canned water from Toad Harbor and canned Roy Smooth Sounds. I would also like to assume that BaNaNa Boy provides bananas for other establishments, like Coconut Cafe, which we also see in Super Bell Subway! I know I would love a BaNaNa muffin!

I have been writing “BaNaNa” so many times here. I love the wacky capitalization! It makes me pronounce it in my mind like “bah nah nah” rather than “banana”. Do you think it stands for something? I think it can be a sort of acronym, representing their three main products: Bananas, Nanners, and ‘Nas! All brought to you by a Boy. A Boy with a dream.

A Boy with a dream of stardom! Advertised in New York Minute, Da Big Apple itself, is BaNaNa Boy, the musical! The smash hit musical! Is BaNaNa Boy such a huge and popular brand that it has become a multimedia franchise? I like to think that it is not. It’s still just a banana supplier. But now it has a musical, and everyone loves it! Wouldn’t you want to see what it’s all about? I would!

Maybe it follows the story of the company’s rise to worldwide success. Or maybe it is an entirely fictional adventure about BaNaNa Boy the banana peel and his wacky friends... and foes! BaNaNa Boy would be the hero defending the banana trees and the entire ecosystem around them, and the whole thing would distract people from the actual environmental damage the brand is actually causing just like any corporation. What a fun spectacle! Visit the concession stand and treat yourself to a BaNaNa peel packaged in its own single-use plastic wrapper!

Did you know that Super Bell Subway contains this incredible city map? That’s the subway terminal itself in pink, with train lines leading out, and you can even see Toad Harbor in box A2, and Moo Moo Meadows in box D3!

And did you know that this city is, in fact, the one seen in N64 Rainbow Road? It is so so SO cool and awesome to see such continuity in a franchise where there is so often none at all! As a wise woman once said, “More like Mario Kart Lore!” But how is this relevant? Look at the first map again! It’s blurry, but the text on each side is the names of a whole lot of the sponsors seen advertising throughout the game! This is not just any city, but apparently a capital of the racing world, full of storefronts or maybe even headquarters of businesses from BaNaNa Boy to Undead Motors. Hey, BaNaNa Boy! That’s the one we were talking about before this tangent!

According to section A, BaNaNa Boy (misspelled Banana Boy) is located in box C3. The labels on the map itself are nearly unreadable, but as they list some the same businesses multiple times even in the same boxes, I am inclined to ignore them. So let’s look at box C3, home of BaNaNa Boy!

Here it is! Somewhere in this image is BaNaNa Boy (location). It certainly looks like all residential buildings to me, though! Are you telling me they did not want to take the time to model individual unique businesses on this background setting far away from the actual racetrack, and/or did not plan in advance that a DLC track would establish that these locations are unique in the first place? Preposterous! Clearly BaNaNa Boy works from home and you can come visit him. In real life!

One more thing! Mario Kart Tour is very insistent upon people playing as Miis, with multiple racing suits available, each treated as its own character. I am not a fan of most of these, as they are usually just based on a character who is already playable, so I would rather play as the real character! However, there are some really fun and creative ones based on other things from the Mario series, my favorite probably being this one based on the end-of-level castles! If they can make a suit based on this, surely they could make one based on Banana... and maybe even BaNaNa Boy itself, seeing as this game celebrates the sponsors wherever it can, to the point of even putting their stickers on some racing helmet! It would absolutely become the best racing suit to me instantly. You could pretend you’re playing as THE BaNaNa Boy! I love selling out! BaNaNa Boy paid me to write this post! (in exposure)

[compelledcurator]

Winter Prompt | Accepting

@rcguevariant asked; 🎄 decorate the Christmas tree together for Remy

" Gambit's gonna need a bigger tree Cher, lookin at all dis " His laugh filled the room as boxes of bows, tinsel and baubles kept appearing.

He put together the base and lifted the heavy tree into place, the scent of pine filling his nose and needles falling to the floor. With the tree steady it was time to decorate. Gambit loved this part, especially when he could 'make' popcorn garlands and defiantly not sneakily eat them.

Tree now fully dress in a rainbow of golds, reds, blues and greens Gambit passes the lighted star to Rogue. " Go on na bebe dis jobs for you "