#waterfall flux

[bluemoonsunrise]

Demons and Savages

pairing: tsu’tey and human!avatar driver (fem presenting)

content warnings: graphic language, alien vs human differences, unconventional grief, the RDA sucks, fuck u miles quaritch, tension you could cut with a knife, nsfw themes: grinding, biting, scent marking???. enemies to lovers. (also, i don’t like to capitalize sentences on tumbler :3)

word count: o_0 long… <3 ur welcome

pov: 2nd person so you can add yourself in. for writing/plot purposes, your character is named eris ramsey. i’ll use the name sparingly but i can’t take myself seriously writing y/n— so please just work with me here. i promise it’ll be worth it. (i hope)

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SUMMARY: earth was dying and your sister was, too, but cancer killed her faster than humans were killing earth. when she passed, she not only left behind an empty apartment full of memories but a billion dollar avatar without a driver. in a desperate attempt to not waste that money, the program she had spent the last five years preparing to join recruited you— her twin. of course, you agreed. there was nothing left on earth for you. there was nothing left on earth for anyone— that’s why people like your sister were sent off to pandora.

when your sister had spoken of pandora, it seemed like a dream.

the RDA promised it would be like a safari adventure.

truth was that pandora is beautiful. beautiful and unlike anything else across the whole of the universe. it is breathtaking— and that’s because what chases you through the forest hunts with the intent to kill; so you best run like hell even if your lungs are on fire. beasts and monsters of all kinds lurk out of sight waiting for the right moment to kill you dead— but none are as dangerous as him.

the blue shadow with the bow.

chapter five

— i know you —

the chopper was louder than you remembered. it made it hard to sleep even with the protective headphone over your ears. leaving before the sun was up, you were utterly exhausted. if your head was pounding bad enough to make you scowl with your eyes closed, you couldn’t imagine the headache jake had from his link being broken. with your head rested on his shoulder, the two of you tired your best to sleep.

you wished you hadn’t.

she came to you in your dreams.

“hey,” grace’s voice was gravelly over the headset. you felt her nudge your leg. “twin one and twin two, wake up before you miss it.”

you let out a soft whine as you stretched. beside you, jake yawned. he turned his head away from the glaring morning sun and tucked it down into your shoulder despite the mask. the cool breeze of oxygen was vital— but you really wished you could’ve taken it off to rub the sleep from your eyes. blinking hard, you tried to focus.

“oh, holy shit…”

emerging from the clouds, the hallelujah mountains came into view. the massive, floating rocks were covered in green. waterfalls fell into sprays of cool mist that wafted into the helicopter that helped wake up jake. he, too, stared dumbfounded outside.

“ain’t it something?” grace asked.

you turned your head to look at her and all you could do was nod. your eyes welled with tears you didn’t let fall. it was gorgeous. too gorgeous. earth — even as pretty as it was in its prime — could’ve never ever compared to the majesty and the glory that was pandora.

“aaaand that’s another job well done, folks. thanks for traveling air pandora. tips are appreciated.” trudy said in a perfect public service voice as she began to shut down the chopper.

“best damn pilot this side of the universe.” jake said.

trudy smirked. “you know it, baby.”

blue base: hidden was where you would be spending the next handful of months with grace, norm, trudy, and jake. setting up the field lab was no easy task. there was much to do. air filters had to be cleaned. link-pods and tech needed to be recalibrated to deal with the flux vortex. a new radio channel had to be set up in all the walkie-talkies. food needed to be stored away. bunks needed to be prepared.

you had so much to do— too much to do.

and yet you couldn’t stop thinking about tsu’tey.

“hey, where are you going?” grace asked as you rose from the table. you had all eaten dinner as a group once all the work had finally gotten done.

“i have to link.” you said as you tossed away your trash and took a last sip of water.

“it’s late. you should wait until tomorrow.” grace said with a small shake of her head.

“i can’t. i’m sorry.” you frowned at her and whispered, “it’s important. he needs to know.”

while the other three at the table exchanged confused glances, grace only sighed. she got up without another protest and fired up the link-pod. you climbed inside and laid back.

fuck was it going to be hard not to fall asleep.

as soon as your head hit the spongy blue foam, you could’ve fallen asleep right then and there. as soon as the hatch shut and your eyes closed, your vision tunneled into white.

the warm night air and smell of pandoran dinner were a comfort you didn’t know you needed. you laid by yourself for a moment. you were tired. incredibly so. it had been nearly two days since you’d been in your avatar at this point. traveling to the hallelujah mountains and setting up blue base: hidden had taken more time than you thought it would.

the center of home tree was alive with music and dancing. a massive bonfire in the middle of the gathering burned like a second sun. shadows danced across the walls as voices echoed in song. you couldn’t help but smile. you couldn’t help, either, as you scanned face to face looking for him.

“dream-walker, you’re awake.” the tsahik said.

your turned. sitting with her daughter, mo’at ran her fingers over a beaded chord. neytiri did not look at you as you crouched down to be level. instead, she focused on her own beaded chord.

“what’s all this?” you asked with a glance around at the festivities.

“a celebration of life.”

neytiri’s voice was like snow. cold and beautiful. it almost hurt your ears how pretty it was— and you realized it was the first time you’d ever heard her speak.

she met your eyes and said, “there has been a death since you were last here. we mourned and now we celebrate.”

your heart sank.

for a split moment— a moment you never wanted to live again, you thought it was him.

where was tsu’tey?

“an elder passed in her sleep.” the tsahik said. she watched your expression. she seemed to know exactly what you feared. “she lived a long, full life. now she will live forever in eywa.”

“i’m sorry for your loss…” you whispered, saying the only thing you could offer.

“there is no loss,” neytiri said without looking at you. instead, she was focused on something behind you. “you cannot lose what was not really yours.”

“eris.”

you looked up at the sound of your name rolling off his tongue. you shot up, your pupils blown wide. tsu’tey took ahold of your arm and squeezed you. his ears perked and the look in his eyes was one that you’d never thought you’d see.

relief.

“come.” tsu’tey said.

without another word, he whisked you away. he was always doing that. grabbing and pulling you. you wondered as you hurried to keep up with him, when that had become your favorite part of your day.

to your surprise, you left home tree.

where better to talk privately than where no one was at this hour?

“you were gone a long time.” tsu’tey said as he walked beside you through the sunset painted forest. soon, it would be dark and the forest would glow all on its own.

“i know…i’m sorry.” you said softly. you glanced up at him and heat rushed to your face. he was looking at you. “things— uh…things got real crazy real fast. i’m happy to report that jake is not a spy for the RDA.”

“you are sure of this?” tsu’tey asked, his brows drawing together.

“yes.” you said. you cracked a small smile and laughed. “grace is intent on making sure those who would wish to plant spies here never get the chance. she pulled my whole team out of the RDA facility. we are— well…maybe i shouldn’t tell you where we are.”

tsu’tey’s eyes widened and he asked, “are you not at your colony?”

“no. not anymore. we’ve gone wild. we are far from hell’s gate. far from here, too. at least, i think? i’m not really sure where those floating mountains are.”

you slapped your hand over your mouth.

tsu’tey smiled down at you and chuckled. “what? afraid i’ll come and kill you?”

“maybe…” you whispered, letting your hands drop.

“you have proven yourself to be useful, eris, so there is little to gain by killing you.” tsu’tey said. his arm brushed against yours and he met your eyes. “better yet, you’ve proven yourself to be trustworthy.”

your throat tightened and your chest caved but your forced yourself to smile.

silence settled over the two of you as you walked and you were thankful for it. your voice would’ve cracked and you would’ve cried if you had to say anything more. walking with him now, you realized how scared you had been the last 37 hours.

with him, you felt safe.

and it made you cry.

you stopped dead in your tracks and covered your face with your hands. big, wet tears rolled down your cheeks. the stress of the move and the exhaustion due to it made for an awful, potent mix of a complete and utter overwhelm.

“eris?” tsu’tey whispered your name too gently.

“i’m just tired,” you said. you wiped your eyes hard and tried to calm your breath. you looked up at him and shook your head. “i’m fine.”

“let us go back. we will get you back to your body so that you can sleep.” tsu’tey said.

“no.” you shook your head as tears dripped from your eyes. “i don’t want to go back yet. please. i want to stay here. i want to stay with y—”

you caught yourself.

not we’ll enough.

tsu’tey ears perked and his pupils rounded. carefully, he flicked his head. without a word, you followed behind him. you had no idea where you were going. you didn’t care. when you came upon a massive tangle of gigantic tree roots, the forest was beginning to glow in the shadows.

“this way,” tsu’tey said as he crouched down.

you raised your hand up to protect your face as you followed him into the dark. a tunnel. the smell of pandoran soil was strong. lights began to twinkle the deeper into the dark tunnel you walked until blue and purple were the only colors you could see.

underground was a small burrow-like cave. the grass shined as you walked. the tree roots were speckled with colorful dots. the gems in the walls of the burrow twinkled and reflected the light. in the center, an unlit firepit. woven mats lined the floor. baskets were placed against the walls.

“what is this place?” you asked softly.

“it is where hunters come to rest if they tire greatly before reaching home tree. there are many places like this in the forest.” tsu’tey said.

you watched as he lit a fire. slowly, you sat down on one of the mats. it took skill to make a fire that fast. you wondered if you’d master something like that one day. would he teach you?

“where is jake’s avatar?” you asked. the thought came to your mind like fire catching onto dry grass. you watched the flames swirl as he added kindle.

“the tsahik’s hut.” tsu’tey said without looking at you.

you looked at him though.

you watched the way his muscles rippled as he moved. you watched the way he shifted his weight as he reached around. when he finally sat down beside you, you stared at his face. his frustratingly handsome face.

was it wrong that you found him handsome?

he was a ten-foot-tall blue alien and all you wanted to do was let your head drop into his lap and fall asleep.

“why do you look at me like that?” tsu’tey asked. his voice was low. low and curious. he turned his head and met your eyes.

you pursed your lips. “like what?”

“like…” tsu’tey hesitated. perhaps he didn’t have the words in english. he cracked an awkward smile. “like you want to…eat me.”

your eyes widened and you couldn’t help but laugh. as heat filled your face, you looked away. “i don’t look at you like that…”

“not— not like you want to chew me and swallow.” tsu’tey was quick to say, worried he confused you. he tried to catch a glimpse of your face as he sat forward. “but like you want to…i don’t know. forget it. i can’t express it well.”

“it’s because i think you’re hot.”

when he didn’t say anything, you forced yourself to look at him. his ears were perked. he was waiting for you to explain. to say more. you found it hard to.

“hot…” tsu’tey repeated. “like i burn you?”

“kinda.” you said with a small laugh. you played with one of the braids in your hair as you stared at the fire. “it just means i…i think you’re attractive. you’re good looking. i think you’re hot.”

“is that why you try to put your mouth on mine?” tsu’tey asked.

you wanted to curl into a ball and die.

“yeah…” you said softly, nodding your head. you exhaled the air in your lungs awkwardly.

“i feel like that about you.”

you nearly broke your neck looking up at him so fast. your eyes widened and your lips parted in a soft expression of shock. you don’t know why it surprised you so much. he had literally tried to fuck you in the hot springs.

still, it was different hearing it so outright.

“you…think i’m hot?” you asked under your breath.

tsu’tey nodded once. “yes.”

“and you want to…kiss me?”

“all the time.”

you could’ve fainted.

your heart was racing and so much blood was rushing to your face that you felt light headed— but you had to keep your wits about you.

you laid back on your elbows and nodded, trying to seem as nonchalant as you could. “epic.”

“epic?” tsu’tey asked as he, too, laid back on his elbows. he looked at you. “what is epic?”

“forget it.” you said with a small shake of your head.

so embarrassing…

silence fell over the both of you. the burrow was full only with the sounds of crackling sticks. soft, even breaths. a small hum of some tune he whispered under his breath. you looked up at him but he kept his eyes on the fire.

it became warm in the safe haven below the ground. perfectly warm. it made your eyes heavy. his humming did, too. slowly, you slipped down to lay on your side. when you did, he did the same. on the mat beside you, he rested his head on his palm and watched you as he hummed.

“i don’t want to fall asleep…” you murmured, rubbing your eyes. you smiled faintly. “you’re making me sleepy.”

“what is it you want then?” tsu’tey asked in a low voice.

you shook your head.

he sighed the smallest bit. “just say it and i will do it.”

you hesitated for a moment.

tsu’tey tensed as you wiggled closer and curled up against his chest. he looked down at you. with your eyes closed, you tried to play it cool— but your heart was pounding in your chest.

the tension in you died away as he brushed his fingers down your arm. you relaxed as he laid down with you. his arm slid underneath your head. a perfect pillow. his legs tangled with yours. his lips rested against the top of your head.

he placed the faintest kiss on your hairline.

you were no longer tired.

all you could hear was the pound of your heart. it was like thunder. you breathed as deeply and as evenly as you could to keep yourself from squirming. you hoped he couldn’t feel the way your heart raced.

he could.

“mawey,” tsu’tey murmured, reaching between you to place his hand on your chest.

it only made you less calm.

slowly, you lifted your head to be eye-to-eye with him. with his hand still on your chest, he could feel the beat your heart had skipped. his pupils widened as you stared into his eyes. his tail was swaying, audibly swishing against the mat.

“what?” you asked softly.

“you smell good,” tsu’tey whispered, a small smile curling on his lip.

you bit the inside of your cheek. you knew what he was getting at. pheromones. you inhaled through your nose. the smell of the fire was all that you could really pick out. that and a sweet, faint aroma you figured was the grass.

you shook your head. “i only smell the fire.”

tsu’tey let out a low sigh but smiled anyways. “you are frustrating…do you know that?”

“i don’t mean to be.” you said softly.

“i know,” he dragged his fingers up your arm and pressed his palm against your face. “which is even more frustrating...”

tsu’tey kissed you.

and it took everything in you not to moan.

worse, it was harder not to devour him completely.

he kissed you slowly and softly, as if he were testing out the waters. maybe he expected you to feel different on his lips than real na’vi women did. or perhaps kissing was entirely different on pandora than it was on earth.

you let him lead.

you liked it best when he told you what to do.

your fingers laced through his braids as you kissed him back. his lips were like velvet. his mouth was hot. you wanted to taste him but you didn’t know if you could. you were too afraid to ruin this by doing something too human.

but you couldn’t help it.

you parted your lips in the hopes that he would give you more.

his tongue was wet and coarse as it dipped into your mouth. you sighed against his lips and wrapped your arms around his neck. guiding you to the ground, he leaned the top half of himself over you as your tongues slow danced together.

he tasted so fucking good.

he smelled so fucking good.

his pheromones hit you like an anvil to the head like in those old cartoons. salvia filled your mouth and a tingle began to vibrate in your belly. between your legs, your pussy began to weep. your tail curled itself tight around your leg. you felt breathless. you felt hot all over.

you felt so bad for not realizing what you did to him without even knowing it.

tsu’tey pulled his lips away from yours but he did not remove them from you. he glided them along your jaw. he nipped at your throat as you tilted your head back. you were squirming below him, panting and huffing as he kissed the sweetest spots you had. soon enough, you were grinding against each other.

a sharp yelp escaped you as he bit into the crook of your neck. fangs threatened to puncture through your skin— but they didn’t. he didn’t. he just wanted to bite. and bite you he did. over and over again, across your throat and shoulders, tsu’tey bit you hard enough to draw gasps from your lips but not enough to bruise.

your eyes shot open as he rolled you onto your side. the fire warmed your face but that was nothing compared to the flush that burned in your cheeks as he pressed himself against your backside. he pushed his hips forward into your ass. you could feel his erection. it throbbed against you from below his loincloth

“i will not mate with you face to face,” tsu’tey murmured against your ear. he dragged his lips along the pointed cartilage. “but we may do it like this and i will hold you just as close.”

“why can’t we face each other?” you asked softly, squirming back to be closer to him.

you tried to look over your shoulder and meet his eyes but he tucked his face down into the nape of your neck and bit down. you winced softly and closed your eyes, grinding back against him subconsciously.

“because if we look at each other, we grow attached.” tsu’tey said, his breath hot against your neck. it made you shiver. “na’vi can only mate for life by forming tsaheylu but there is still a deep connection that comes with staring into the eyes of someone you mount.”

“i may not be a virgin, eris, but i have never faced anyone while i coupled with them.” tsu’tey said as he reached down between you both and pushed your leg up to your belly. he was making room for himself. “that honor shall belong only to my mate.”

your heart sank at once. “to neytiri…”

“to whomever i chose.” tsu’tey said gruffly.

he didn’t have much of a choice.

you both knew that.

“this is wrong.” you said softly. you turned onto your tummy and looked at him. well, you tried your best to. it was hard to look him in the eye.

“what is?” tsu’tey asked with a small shake of his head.

“if you’re…if you’re supposed to mate with neytiri for life, what are we doing? it doesn’t feel right. it feels like you’re cheating on her.” you said through the tightness in your throat.

tsu’tey frowned and leaned into you. he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “na’vi cannot cheat. until na’vi form tsaheylu, they are not bonded to anyone or anything besides their ikran. once na’vi mate, there cannot be another.”

“we are doing nothing wrong.” tsu’tey murmured against your ear. he nipped at it softly. “but if you do not wish to, i will not make you.”

“i do wish to but it doesn’t seem right. i’m not…i don’t even know what i’m doing here. i’m not like you. not up here.” you pointed to your head. “and not here either.” you placed your hand on your chest.

tsu’tey pushed himself up onto his knees as you sat up. you were almost entirely turned away from him. slowly, he came up behind you. he ran his hands down your arms and peeked his head over your shoulder. you tried your best to ignore him.

“no matter what you are, eywa has chosen you for something.” tsu’tey whispered into your ear. he wrapped his arm around you and placed his palm against your thumping heart. “no matter what you are, this heart is strong.”

“no matter what you are, i see you.”

you turned your head and met his striking yellow gaze. your lips were ajar in soft shock. your ears pinned and perked. your tail curled itself into knots as butterflies ate at your insides.

he saw you.

he could see you.

at least, he thought he could.

he had no idea who the real you was.

you frowned at him as you studied the details of his face. “i wish that were true.”

his brows drew together and he tilted his head.

“you don’t even know me.” you said under your breath. you looked away and closed your eyes tight. “you said it yourself, my kind are a disease on this land. we don’t belong here. i…i shouldn’t be doing this with you.”

“i speak in anger. it is my curse. for that i am sorry.” tsu’tey said in a low, gentle voice. he slid his hands around your hips and down your thighs, keeping you close. “i will stop being cruel.”

“it’s not like i make it very easy for you to be nice sometimes,” you whispered as you watched his fingers trace the stripes on your thighs.

“we both need to improve.” tsu’tey said as he brushed his nose along your ear. “it is something we shall work on.”

he was being too affectionate. it was wearing your resolve thin— but was he being affection because he liked you or just to get laid?

your chest started to hurt all over again.

“we can’t,” you whispered.

tsu’tey sighed and hugged you closer. “we can.”

“no we can’t.” you turned. facing him was harder. you wished you stayed looking the other way. “there is no we. you are promised to another and in human culture, i’d be considered a homewrecker.”

“eris,” he breathed your name as if it pained him. “i don’t want neytiri. and nor does she want me.”

“i thought you said it was duty.” you said with a small shake of your head.

he scowled at you and squished your cheeks between his fingers. “you never stop talking…”

“wllwhatdyowan.” you tried to say through your squished lips. tsu’tey rolled his eyes and removed his hand from your face. rubbing your cheek, you asked again.

“what do you want?”

“what i want is for you to turn over and let me inside you, woman. i want that very much. to hold and bite and kiss you.” tsu’tey said almost impatiently.

you annoyed him so greatly.

and yet he wanted you anyways.

“will you at least let me earn it first?” you asked. your voice was hardly loud enough. your face was hot and your tail was swaying wildly behind you.

he tipped his head. “what?”

you sighed and looked down into your lap. you picked at the skin around your nails and rolled your eyes as embarrassment weighed on your chest. so stupid. this was so stupid. you were so, so stupid…

“i want that, too, but i can’t even shoot an arrow. i feel…unworthy.” you cringed as you said the word. you should’ve just shut up and let him fuck you.

“eris,” he tried to interject but you wouldn’t let him.

“once i learn how to be more like you and less like…like me…then…okay.” you looked up at him and bit your lip. you couldn’t read his expression. “we can…we can do whatever this is.” you gestured between you both to whatever tension was tangled around you.

tsu’tey only stared at you. you felt like a slide under a microscope. he took in every detail of you. every facet. every stripe and dot. every fine hair on your almost na’vi face.

he only nodded once. “it is decided then.”

— 🌌 —

strength was something you never thought you could have.

on earth, the pollution had made you feel sick. it kept you indoors. it made your mind hazy. on pandora, there was no mist in your mind. there was no laying around— not on the path the you had chosen to walk.

you wanted to be a warrior.

you would become one.

rain or shine, you were out in the forest with tsu’tey learning how to be strong. strong in your body, in your head, and in your heart. every day you would run. along the forest floor, over the towering tree roots, in the muddy riverbed. you ran and ran and ran and built up your stamina. every day you would climb. you climbed trees, rocks, and vines. you learned how to pull yourself, push yourself, and most importantly— catch yourself.

archery was the hardest for you.

the first time you shot an arrow, it ricocheted off a rock and nearly flew back at you. tsu’tey hadn’t even known that level of bad luck was possible. you hadn’t done much wrong, either. it was not your posture. it was not your technique.

it was simply poor luck.

“here…” he said under his breath, eyes still wide. he came up behind you and adjusted your elbow. the adjustment would change nothing. it was too small— but he didn’t want you to feel terrible. “try like that instead.”

“sure…” you muttered, keeping your elbow straight.

archery was far harder than riding a direhorse. while you sustained more injuries riding mitsia, at least there was pay off. there was visible progress. the art archery took you hours to get comfortable with.

and then it took you days to master.

“can you see?” tsu’tey asked as he grabbed your face. he looked into your eyes. “you can see, yes?”

“yeah, i can fuckin’ see.” you huffed as you turned your face away. you ignored him as you tried again. it was pouring. the rain was cold and the wind was harsh. “it’s the wind. the wind is fucking me up.”

“it was not windy yesterday when you did not hit anything.” tsu’tey said.

you hissed at him and he was quick to look away.

days were spent in the archery clearing. while jake was learning how to ride a direhorse with neytiri — who got stuck with training a demon of her own under orders from her father — you were stuck every day in that clearing with tsu’tey. he resorted to drawing in the dirt to pass the time as you missed target after target.

there was only so much bad luck someone could have, right? surely, you were just getting it all out now. one big awful week of it.

tsu’tey paced behind you as you drew your arm back. all day you had spent out in the glaring sun. not one time did you hit the target. instead, you hit everything around it.

seriously, you had to have been mentally deficient.

“breathe.” tsu’tey said.

you took a breath and held it. you focused. you closed one eye and honed in one the wooden board with a big yellow dot on it. you exhaled slowly. in the stillness between breaths, you shot the arrow.

patuk!

dead in the center of the yellow dot, your arrow pierced the board. the yellow and green calling card waved as the arrow rattled.

“ah!” you gasped, your eyes wide. “oh, my god!”

“yes!” tsu’tey exclaimed.

you turned to him and threw your arms up. you nearly screeched with joy as he hooked his arms around your waist and lifted you up. you hugged him tight as he yipped with excitement. he placed you back on the ground and cupped your face.

“you did it!” he said with a wide smile.

“i did it!” you giggled.

“do it again.” he encouraged, nudging your waist.

your smile dropped. “uh…”

“come on,” tsu’tey turned you around and urged you to raise the bow. “you can do it. breathe and shoot.”

you pulled an arrow out from behind your back and loaded the bow. you breathed deep and focused on the target. you let the arrow fly free and it narrowly missed.

you frowned.

“no, no. don’t get discouraged. again. come on.” tsu’tey said, giving your back a soft pat. “you can do it.”

you ignored how hot your face felt. you cleared your throat and shook out the nervous tension in your body. once more, you loaded an arrow into your bow. you kept your core tight. you kept your arm straight. you took a breath— and you let it fly.

patuk!

the arrow landed just a little ways above the first.

you turned your head to meet his eyes and you couldn’t help but smile. he smiled, too, and ran a gentle hand over your hair.

“well done, tsamsiyu.” tsu’tey said.

you dipped your head.

since that day in the hunters burrow, tsu’tey had made an effort to be kinder. in the same regard, so had you. while you still bickered and he still called you a moron every chance he got, there was less turmoil between the two of you.

replacing it was tension.

heavy, painful tension that made every moment harder than it should’ve been. no time was harder than when you would sit across from him and try you best to learn his language. you weren’t hopeless— but you weren’t fluent.

you watched as he gestured to the space around you. you scrunched your nose and clenched as if you were pushing the word forward in your mind.

“fuck, i know this.” you muttered.

“yes. you do. i’ve told you it fifty times.” tsu’tey said, continuing the gesture. he looked above. he looked below. he looked around.

“fra’u!” you gasped, pointing a finger at him. “fra’u! everything!”

tsu’tey grinned and nodded. he was quick to move onto the next word. he pursed his lips and whistled.

“fwefwi,” you said with a small laugh. “whistle.”

tsu’tey whistled again and swayed his hand from side to side. your brows drew together and your shook your head at him. he repeated the action once more, whistling and he swayed his hand.

“wind?” you asked. when he rolled his eyes at you, you corrected yourself. “hufwe.”

“mn,” he nodded. “and if you were to say that it was a light wind?”

“hufwetsyìp.” you said.

“good.” he smiled. he beckoned your forward and you scooted closer to him. he dragged his finger across your lower lid. “what are these?”

“nari.” you answered. “eyes.”

he smacked you with his tail. “this?”

you smacked him with yours. “kxetse. tail.”

he brushed his thumb across your lips. “and these?”

your mind went blank. staring at him, all you could do was blink. slowly, your lips curled into a smile as his did, too. he seemed to enjoy your sudden speechlessness.

“i— i don’t remember.” you said with a soft, bashful laugh.

he titled his head and cocked an eyebrow. “you don’t remember?”

you giggled and shook your head. “no, i don’t.”

“c’mon,” tsu’tey purred. “you know. you must know.”

your ears perked. hearing human slang come out of him was still so awe-striking. while his antics and habits rubbed off on you, yours rubbed off on him, too. you spent so much time together. little things like that were a reminder of just how much time you spent together.

“i don’t remember. seriously, i don’t. i think i have to touch your lips to remember.” you said with a small, devious little smile.

“oh…” tsu’tey’s eyes widened and his pupils dilated. he leaned forward and tried to suppress his smirk. “go on then, skxawng.”

slowly, you traced the shape of his lips. your breath caught in your throat as you remembered how it felt to kiss him. meeting his eyes, you could almost see his thoughts.

he was thinking the same thing.

“lips.” you said. you shook your head. “i don’t remember.”

“meseyri,” tsu’tey said softly. his breath was warm against your fingers. “awstengyem meseyri. two lips.”

“meseyri.” you repeated, gliding your fingers across the soft pinkish-purple skin of his lips.

tsu’tey pressed a soft kiss to the tips of your fingers.

you dropped your hand and pushed yourself forward, not being able to bare it another second. denying the pull between you the last few weeks had been torture. he grabbed your throat eagerly and tugged you into a kiss. a husky huff escaped him as you slipped your tongue into his mouth. he tugged at your waist, hoarding you closer.

your lips only got to meet for a moment before you heard the thundering of hooves.

tsu’tey pulled back and looked over the side of the towering root you were sat on. with the sun beginning to set, warriors and hunters began to return home. among them, jake and neytiri.

“come,” tsu’tey said. he had begun speak small words and phrases in na’vi to help familiarize you with the language. “it is time to eat.”

reluctantly, you got up.

“hey!” jake waved as you entered the dining circle. he was sat by himself waiting for you. unlike tsu’tey who would sit with you at dinners, neytiri had never once sat with jake.

although, tsu’tey had stopped sitting with you now that jake was around.

he gave your arm a soft squeeze before parting ways with you. sitting down in front of jake, you smiled. there was always relief in seeing him. especially since he looked pretty beat up, too, after a day of trying to ride a direhorse. it made you feel better to know that even a marine got bucked off.

“rough day?” you asked with a teasing smile.

“nah. not too bad.” jake said as he picked up a skewer of roasted meat. he took a bite and was quick to chew. “your day?”

“lots of na’vi practice. my heads all jumbled with it.” you said as you picked up a fig-like fruit and took a bite of it. it tasted so sweet that it made your tail curl in delight. no fruit had ever been that sweet and delicious on earth.

when sat together, earth was something you and jake talked about often. comparing foods, flora, animals, and customs, you and jake could talk for hours about how different pandora was. how wonderful it was. how scary it was.

“you know; in the end, i think coming in blind to all this may have been a good thing.” jake said as he chewed on the skewer like a toothpick. “i think if i had known half the stuff i know about this place, i would’ve stayed home.”

“really?” you asked, your brows raising. “i figured this was just your kinda place, marine.”

“well, it is now that i’m here. especially now that im here in this place.” jake glanced around at the clan and smiled. “but if i had been told there were actual fucking monsters and plants that could shock you and spray poison…i definitely would’ve passed on it.”

“maybe i would’ve, too, honestly. i got to study up on the language and the forest. conveniently, the RDA left out the palulukan and the nantang from my guide.” you sighed just a bit and you looked around, your eyes falling on someone sitting just close enough for you to see every detail of. “i think it more so boils down for me to missing things on earth rather than not wanting to be here.”

“what do you miss most?” jake asked.

“tv.” you sighed. the corner of your lip pulled into a smile. “not so much the movies. grace has movies if we really wanted to watch them. i’m talking about television. shitty reality shows. documentaries of what earth used to be like when it was green. cooking shows. stuff like that.”

“i think i miss the sounds of the city the most. i miss the noise. here, it’s too quite. in hell’s gate, it’s too mechanical. up in the mountains, it’s all wind and nothing else.” jake said as he leaned back on his arms. he shrugged a bit. “i miss the sound of people. humans like us. cars beeping. distant laughter. high heels on concrete. tires on a rainy street. hell, even hearing people swear at each other.”

“i haven’t thought about things like that being here.” you said. you glanced around. the chatter of the clan was filling to the ears— but not in the way the bustle and hustle of earth was. in some way, you did miss it. especially the tires on a rainy street. that had soothed you to sleep your whole life.

“that’s a good one.” you said as you met jake’s eyes. you nodded. “i definitely miss things like that.”

“sometimes, i even miss the stink.” jake laughed lowly. he shook his head and tilted it back, smiling to himself. “it’s stupid but i brace myself for the smell of smog and gas every time i go outside here. i feel stupid, of course, but i almost miss the way the air would wreak.”

you laughed, too, and felt silly for understanding exactly what he meant. it was awful. it was disgusting. but it was home.

it had been home.

this was home now.

firelight and bioluminescence. blue skin and yellow eyes. fangs. monsters in the forest. floating mountains.

you’d always miss earth — some part of you would — but this was home.

jake was still new to the forests and the clan and home tree like you had once been. to him, it was foreign. to you, it was only more and more familiar as the days passed. you were beginning to make friends with the other hunters who had yet to pass iknimaya. saeyla was the kindest to you. she always said hi when she saw you. mo’at was always happy to see you. eytukan dipped his head and was polite enough.

and then there was tsu’tey.

sometimes, it felt like he was the only thing that made the world go round.

“did you eat enough?” tsu’tey asked as he walked you to your hammock.

“oh, yeah. i’m stuffed.” you said with a smile, patting your belly. you turned to say goodnight but the expression on his face stopped you. “what?”

“i overheard you and jake’suli,” tsu’tey said with a bit of reluctance. he wouldn’t meet your gaze. “you miss earth?”

your brows drew together and you felt hot with guilt.

oh, jesus…did he think you wanted to leave?

you could’ve up-chucked your whole dinner.

“sometimes i do but…but i don’t want to go back.” you said as quickly as you could but the words nearly alluded you.

“but you miss the sounds of your people.” tsu’tey looked into your eyes and his ears dropped. “and that is different from my people, yes? a city is not like this.”

“no…no a city isn’t like this. it’s loud. really loud. always loud.” you said with a small sigh. your shoulders dropped and you couldn’t help but look around. “it’s always glowing. not like the forest glows but bright lights. so many lights. in order to sleep, i would have to close my blinds and sometimes even cover my face with my hoodie.”

“i prefer this.” you said as you placed your hand on his chest. he met your eyes and seemed to soften under your gaze. “this is peace. earth so rarely knew peace. even though you hunt and craft by hand here, it was so much harder to survive on earth.”

“you are happy, yes?” tsu’tey asked.

the question surprised you.

is that what he was worried about? your happiness?

“yes,” you whispered. your ears dropped but your tail swayed back and forth. the question touched you. deeply and wholly. “yes, of course. of course, i’m happy. truly.”

“that is good. i was afraid that…that i made you feel like you did not belong.” tsu’tey said with shame lacing his voice.

you were speechless. all you could do was shake your head. he didn’t make you feel that way…

“you are different and that is true…but you do belong here.” tsu’tey placed his hand on your chest. “strong heart. and it belongs right here.”

you laid awake that night in your bunk.

staring at the stars through the glass in the ceiling, your chest felt warm and fuzzy. in the dark, you smiled to yourself. his words had touched you. sometimes, it was hard to understand where you stood with tsu’tey. one day he couldn’t stand you, the next he was all over you and drowning you in affection. he was strict and then he was easy going. he was mean and then he was kind.

sometimes, it gave you whiplash.

other times, it made you want to smack him and then kiss him before he could feel the pain.

tomorrow you may very well fall asleep wanting to smack him upside the head but tonight you wanted nothing more than a single kiss from him.

— 🌌 —

“eris,” norm said, shaking you awake. “eris, get up.”

“huh?” you picked your head up and tried to open your eyes. “what’s wrong?”

“eris, he’s outside.”

your heart dropped.

miles quaritch was outside.

you scrambled out of your bunk and hurried to throw on a decent pair of clothes. you slipped into jeans and pulled on an RDA issued shirt. you fixed your hair as best you could and stepped into your boots. as you hurried through the small tactical base, you nearly tripped over your own feet.

fuck.

were your video logs about archery training insufficient? of course, they were but you had no idea what you were doing. you had no idea how to gather the kind of intel that the head of security wanted.

you almost forgot to grab an oxygen mask before going into the airlock. thank god for trudy.

pushing open the heavy metal door, the morning breeze was cold so high up in the atmosphere. your breath was ragged and nearly fogged your mask. the helicopter outside was…trudy’s.

and grace was not standing with the colonel.

she was standing with him.

tsu’tey was unbelievably gigantic.

your heart could’ve stopped. your knees nearly gave out as his ikran screeched at you. he raised a gentle hand and stroked the creatures long face. yellow eyes flicked towards you— and his pupils blew wide.

“i’ll leave you two to talk.” grace said as she passed by you.

‘no!’ you wanted to beg, ‘don’t leave me alone with him!’

the door sealed shut and so had your fate.

slowly, you turned and his shadow swallowed you whole. with a yip, he sent his ikran away. the blue, white, and yellow patterned creature dove off the cliff and soared through the skies. tsu’tey tilted his head at you, his tail flicking behind him as you approached.

“what— what the hell are you doing here?” you asked, your voice tight in your throat. “how…how the hell did you…how did you find us?”

“there is only one rock amongst the many that float with these on it.” tsu’tey said, flicking his head towards the field lab behind you.

“you are small.” tsu’tey said as he crouched down. he smirked as you recoiled. “are you scared of me?”

“no,” you lied. you steeled your spine, trying to seem taller than you actually were. “you’re just…big.”

big was an understatement. he was over ten feet tall and you were lucky to be the height you were.

tsu’tey’s tail swayed through the grass. if it hit you, it probably would’ve bruised you. it may have been able to break a rib. he seemed mindful of that fact as you stared at it.

“what are you doing here?” you asked as you looked back up into his eyes. even when he was crouched you had to tilt your head back.

“i have come to learn about you.” tsu’tey said. he crawled forward to be closer and sat down in front of you. finally, you were somewhat level. “you spend all day and all night with me…it is only fair i come to you.”

“i…” you didn’t even know what to say. your head was spinning. it was hard to breathe even with oxygen being pumped right into your face. “there isn’t much to do here…you won’t fit inside the field lab easily. you wouldn’t be able to breathe well, either. it’s all oxygen in there. besides, it’s crowded.”

“can we not sit here?” tsu’tey asked with a small tilt of his head.

“we can…but it’s just— it’s cold.” you whispered, drawing your arms in close around you. you should’ve grabbed a sweater or a hoodie.

“come,” tsu’tey motioned for you to sit in his lap. “you will be warm here.”

“oh— oh, my god, no.” you said. you looked away as red filled your cheeks. “the whole crew is no doubt watching us through the window. i can’t just sit…there.”

tsu’tey looked passed you. sure enough, they were all watching. they were quick to scramble but they couldn’t go far. there was little privacy. jake would link soon. so would norm and grace— if grace decided not to study her samples and log her findings. and trudy would just…do whatever trudy did to pass the time.

“can i take you somewhere?” tsu’tey asked with an edge of caution to his voice.

“nope.” you refused. shaking your head and wiggling a finger at him, you said, “absolutely not. my fragile human ass stays put.”

tsu’tey huffed under his breath and pursed his lips. “always so difficult.”

“if you really wanted…we could use the west wing. it’s for bunking and it’s not going to be full at this hour now that everyone is up. i can see if grace can find a way for you to breathe.” you said with a small shrug.

tsu’tey seemed apprehensive to be stuck inside a small metal box but he flicked his head.

you were quick to hurry inside. within a few minutes, grace had made a reversed oxygen mask for tsu’tey. it was janky and if it didn’t work well he’d have to go back outside, but she had filled a larger oxygen canister with pandoran air and found a spare mouth-and-nose mask she connected to it.

tsu’tey clearly regretted his choices as he crawled through the front door. you were quick to guid him straight to the west wing. the ceiling was a bit taller there because of the bunks, so he didn’t have to keep his head hunched over so much.

“hey, watch the tail.” trudy said.

tsu’tey tucked his tail. he was quick to slide himself into the bunk room. you closed the door behind him and rested your forehead against it. you sighed. your heart was racing. slowly, you turned. when you did, you found him staring at the wall decorated with pictures of your life on earth. posters of your favorite animals. cities. pictures of you and your parents. pictures of your sister.

“i’m the one on the left,” you said as you pulled you mask off. carefully, you brushed your hair out of your face.

“i know.” tsu’tey said, gently touching the photo. he looked at you and his pupils dilated. “i know you, eris.”

you let out a soft breath. he reached down and lifted the mask to his face, inhaling slowly. unlike you, he could breathe oxygen for a while. not forever but longer than you could breathe his air.

“i did not think you would look so much like you.” tsu’tey said as you approached. while he sat on the floor, you sat on the bed. jake’s bunk.

you shrugged and shook your head. “ta-da?”

tsu’tey grinned at you even though he did not quite understand what it was that you meant. “ta-da, yes.”

“so…” you smacked your hands on your thighs and exhaled softly. “what do you wanna do?”

“i want to know what tivee is.” tsu’tey said. he looked around the room and tried to pin point what may have been tv. “i heard you tell jake’suli you missed it and i want to see why.”

you shook your head. “i don’t think i should.”

“why not?” tsu’tey asked, his invisible brows drawing together.

“because you may like it too much and start an industrial revolution like the RDA is trying to do.” you said with a soft laugh.

“i do not know what you just said but i want to see tv.” tsu’tey insisted.

you sighed. there was little point in saying no. getting up off of the bed, you walked around him. he turned, being mindful not to knock into anything. he watched as you crouched down to plug in the chord. you pressed the button on the bottom and the screen filled with static.

“it may not even work.” you said over your shoulder.

you flicked through the tapes grace had in box and pulled out the most fitting one. star wars: return of the sith. tsu’tey scooted closer as the movie began. you took a seat beside him and used the remote to turn up the volume. as the opening credits rolled, the music made his ears perk.

“what does it say?” tsu’tey asked, watching the yellow letters roll across the screen. he brought the mask to his mouth and took a deep breath.

you read the preface of the movie to him and did your best to explain what it all meant. you knew it was lost to him but he was fixated anyways— especially when humans appeared on the screen. he was transfixed.

“did you have that?” tsu’tey asked, pointing to the flying car on the screen.

you laughed and shook your head. “at the time this movie came out, flying cars didn’t exist. in my time, i didn’t have enough money.”

he looked down at you.

none of it made sense.

“no,” you said with a small smile. “i didn’t have a flying car.”

he nodded and turned his attention back to the screen. you sat in silence as you watched the movie. every now and again he lifted the mask to his mouth to take a breath. he would ask a question here and there. it amazed him— but he did not understand much of what was said. soon enough, he wasn’t quite seeing the point of a movie.

“why do you watch stuff like this?” he asked.

“for fun.” you said with a small shrug. “humans really value entertainment. star wars is one of the biggest movie series ever. very well loved.”

“do you like this movie?” he asked with a curious tilt of his head.

you gave him your honest answer.

once more, it fell silent between you. you watched the movie with a sense of nostalgia weighing heavy on your heart. this was the first time you’d actually sat and watched anything since you’d arrived on pandora. it was comforting yet so foreign at the same time.

“can i touch your hair?”

you looked up at him, your eyes wide and your cheeks red. you had not expected that question. all you could do was blink.

“sure…” you whispered.

so carefully you weren’t sure if he even touched you, tsu’tey ran his hand over the top of your head. his ears perked and his tail swished against the metal floor.

“soft…” he murmured, purely infatuated. “different than mine. so…thin. like very fine twine strings.”

“well, you are like twelve feet tall.” you said with a small laugh. he could’ve easily crushed you in the palm of his hand if he wanted to. “everything about you is bigger than me.”

“your chest is big.” tsu’tey said, looking down at your breasts.

you couldn’t help but laugh. nodding, you said, “yeah. i told you, human women have bigger chests than na’vi women.”

“can i touch?” he asked, extending a hand towards you.

you were quick to cover your breasts and gawked at him. “no! are you crazy?”

“why not?” tsu’tey asked. he moved closer to you and tilted his head. now more so than ever, he was entirely cat-like. it took looking at him through human eyes to see it. “is it because you are in this body and not your na’vi one?”

“yeah,” you breathed, looking away from him.

he pursed his lips the smallest bit. “can i kiss you?”

“jesus christ, are you in heat or something?” you asked.

“no, not now.” he said. he shrugged and flicked his head towards you. “i am just…curious. i want to kiss you as you and see if it is the same.”

“just a kiss?” you glanced at him.

“just one.” he nodded, sitting on his hands as if to promise you he wouldn’t do anything more than that.

slowly, you pushed yourself up. standing in front of him, you were level enough. your heart raced in your chest as he stared at you. he took in every movement you made. he tensed as you neared and that made you even more nervous.

“this is weird…” you said, pulling back the smallest bit.

“no,” he insisted. he reached out a hand that ghosted along the small curve of your back. “it’s not.”

you swallowed your embarrassment alongside your pride as you leaned forward and pressed a soft, lingering kiss onto his lips.

sparks shot through you from your head to your toes.

when you pulled back, his pupils were so large you could hardly see the yellow of his eyes. his tail smacked into the metal frame of the bunk bed and thumped wildly against the floor. as your cheeks reddened and reddened and reddened his ears perked up and up and up.

“why are you red?” he asked softly.

“i’m flustered…” you whispered.

tsu’tey smiled. “it was good.”

“it was good,” you said with a small, quick nod.

“again?” he asked, leaning forward. “to make sure.”

you couldn’t help but laugh.

he smiled as you reached up and placed your hands on his face. he dipped his head down and kissed you again, softly and sweetly. kisses like these were much different from how he kissed you when you were the same size and same blue shade.

“good,” he purred. his lips curled into a smile as he reached down to pull the mask to his face. he took a few deep breaths. “very good.”

you could only watch him in awe. you sat down in front of him and tried to wipe the blush from your cheeks. of course, it didn’t work. not even a little bit. he hunched over to be more level with you and it made you giggle.

he was just too big.

too large.

too handsome.

he was even more striking to the human eye.

you sat quietly as he picked up your hand and examined your five little fingers. he was intrigued by your pinky. to him, it was an extra pinky. with his four thick fingers, your hand seemed so frail and dainty. he touched the lines of your palm and smiled to himself as you shivered at the sensation.

“it is strange,“ tsu’tey said lowly. “how you are so different and still so the same…i thought it would be hard to recognize you. hard to see you with this face and not that face…but it is not hard.”

you curled your whole hand around his index finger and pulled it close. you placed his hand on your chest. your heart beat below his palm. he met your eyes and his ears perked. it made you smile.

“i see you.” you whispered.

tsu’tey leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours. he smiled to himself, enjoying the way your little heart beat so strong under the tips of his fingers as he neared.

“i see you,” he said like a promise.

this chapter was so much fun to write :P i love soft tsu’tey!!!! hope you guys enjoyed. lmk your thoughts <3 as always, thanks for reading!! — moony

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[americangeophysicalunion]

Gaging an Underwater Waterfall

Dear AGU,  

Ground water venting from sublacustrine karst sinkholes in the Laurentian Great Lakes has unique properties: high dissolved salt (including sulfate) from wafting through Paleozoic marine evaporites, low oxygen due to microbial respiration during the long sub-terranean transit, and a low and steady millennium-average aboveground temperature of ~9oC. At the Middle Island Sinkhole (Lake Huron), groundwater that is denser than the overlying lake water fills the bottom of a ~23 m deep, 10 m wide bowl-shaped nearshore sinkhole. It then spills over the bowl’s sill at ~14 m into the amphitheater-like wider lake floor that is at ~ 25 m – a vertical drop of ~9 m – as an underwater waterfall! Here, the high-sulfur, low-oxygen waterfall – whose flow rate is yet to be quantified – nurtures a dynamic photo- and chemosynthetic microbial mat world. 

            To deepen our understanding of this underwater waterfall (other than the fun fact that divers could have fun sliding down the fall), we deployed 2 tilt-meters (Lowell Instruments TCM-1) equipped with a 3-axis accelerometer + magnetometer for continuously logging flow rate and direction: one at the edge of the sill and the other in the middle of the fall (inset) – already leaning in the direction of flow. Wonder what secrets the time-series data will reveal when we retrieve the tilt-meters next year: Is the flow steady or erratic? Do peak flows coincide with overland precipitation events? Are flow rate and mat growth in synch? How vulnerable are mat ecosystems to the vagaries of groundwater flux as the climate overhead changes?

— Phil Hartmeyer, NOAA-Ocean Exploration; Cassandra Sadler, Andi Yoxsimer, NOAA-Thunder Bay National Marine Sanctuary; Steve Ruberg, NOAA-Great Lakes Environmental Research Laboratory; Bopi Biddanda, GVSU-Annis Water Resources Institute, Michigan.

[sophaeros]

The amount of sunlight landing here the rate of water rushing per second the flow of energy through a surface—these are flux. Dysentery—the flux. Lost fluids. An act of passing in and out such as two crowds of people passing each other in a terminal. It can be painful. Once, I saw Debra in passing and she smiled. It was all we could do. There is no such touch in passing I don’t think. When she’d gone I’d fallen to the floor and thought supposedly flux is a substance for soldering metals and vitrifying ceramics and glass. Or perhaps I thought it meant continuous change. Cataracts get their name from waterfalls. Opacity rains osmotic rocks. It can be painful. It can be life on its way out. It can be—there are many forceful discharges that rely on downward motion.

─ Hydrography #4, Imani Elizabeth Jackson (2020)

[capricioussun]

How does the whole gang feel about your monster sona? You can write about the ones with a stronger reaction if you want.

Hi hello this is a very cute ask ty!! I always kind of...forget? To talk about them?? But uh, yeah!! (Appearance ref since I never post abt them lol)

Generally I like to hc Source as, essentially, a mailman, a deliverer of all sorts of things, so they wind up familiar with most everyone in the underground, even if just passingly. They have a very Amelia bedelia style sense of direction, where they never quite know where they're going, or where things are, but they somehow always wind up where they need to be regardless.

After surfacing, in a scenario where they would've been one of the "main" crew to help Frisk along their journey, I like to imagine they wind up working with the embassy as a sort of event organizer, so of course there's plenty room for interaction between them and the gang!

As for their opinions...

Toriel sees them as a sweet if not at times oblivious little creature. Very friendly and feisty, but she worries about how many concussions they've accumulated over the years...

Sans is mostly amused by them. They can be very clumsy yet capable at the same time, so it's sort of like having his own irl looney tunes character to watch whenever he notices them somewhere. Personality wise they're a bit too upbeat for him, but they're easy to prank, and generally a good sport about it, plus they like puns, so like. Cmoooonnn

Papyrus definitely likes them! They're not so much friends as they're like two dogs that bark at each other through the fence whenever they're both outside (in a friendly way). Ironically, they're not quite up to his and Undyne's speed energy wise, but they can usually match his levels of silliness just fine. Only downside is they like his brother's jokes (they like his too though so it balances out).

Undyne, Alphys, MTT, Asgore, Flowey, Frisk, and Grillby below the cut!

Undyne is mostly just like (nicely) what is wrong with that thing. With Waterfall being one of the more perilous locations, she's probably seen more of Source's near death experiences than anyone else, yet they always seem blissfully unaware. They also seem to sleep as much as Papyrus, except they have a slightly sort of off vibe about them that makes Undyne worry a little. Is otherwise friendly, even if she has yelled at them to pay more attention on a few occasions lol

Alphys is...kind of indifferent to them? They're friendly and not very intimidating, but come across as a bit of an airhead at times, and miss a lot of social cues, so they tend to make Alphys feel even more awkward than usual, but! That doesn't mean she really dislikes Source or anything, just that they're not totally compatible as friendly acquaintances. They also kinda remind her of Papyrus and...she has enough of that in her life after her and Undyne start dating lmao

Mettaton...has a mostly positive view of them! They always brought him fan mail underground and were happy to chat about him and his show, so he generally just sees them as some upbeat, friendly fan! They gave him weirdly heartfelt advice once and it made him feel uncomfortably vulnerable at the time but it gave him a little genuine fondness for them in the long run

Asgore is as friendly with them as he is with any monster! They feel kinda weird around him though, and it makes him feel kinda weird, so they always interact a little awkwardly, but plenty polite all the same! They call him flower power sometimes and he doesn't know how to feel about that 👍

Flowey...he knows them better than anyone, in some ways. He knows they put up almost as much of a facade as Papyrus. But how much of it is an act vs how much is genuine is constantly in flux and it antagonizes him. They know more than they let on, and it frustrates him when they're kind to him. They're playing with him just like he plays with them, and he doesn't like that. Gradually becomes more indifferent to them over time, but he’s already got his hands full with Frisk and Papyrus, he doesn't need another freak to join the club.

Frisk likes them! Sees them as sort of like. A babysitter type? Not that they need one, but it's not as close as a sibling relationship. Maybe more like an older cousin. They love going on "adventures" with Source, and are really the tie that binds them to the others, since they want them to be incorporated with their little makeshift family, but for some reason they can't ever quite seem to get Source closer to all of them...

Bonus: Grillby is grateful for their services, but damn do they always seem like they're this 👌 close to becoming collateral damage personified lmao

[footballworldcuptickets]

Philly Transport Cuts May Impact FIFA World Cup 2026 Fans

June 30 major cuts to Philadelphia’s transit system have raised concerns about the city’s ability to host matches during the World Cup 2026. The new fiscal budget for the city’s Southeastern Pennsylvania Transport Authority will cut services by 45% and raise fares to cover a $213 million shortfall. As a result, 50 bus routes, 66 rail positions, and five provincial rail lines will be eliminated.

SEPTA administrators have stated that they will keep seeking help and funding from the state. Pennsylvania turned Republican in the last presidential election, but Philadelphia remains strongly Democratic. This budget will effectively dismantle SEPTA, said SEPTA general manager Scott Sauer, as reported by Bloomberg. Once this dismantling begins, it will be almost unbelievable to go against it.

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The monetary and social impacts will be instantaneous and long-lasting for all Pennsylvanians, whether they ride SEPTA or not. The retrenchment has led to questions about how Philadelphia will deal with the influx of football fans during the World Cup 2026, the first global finals to be played in a 48-team format and widely predicted to be the biggest honorable event ever. In 2026, it will host six matches.

World Cup 2026: Strains Philly, Frisco Transport Plans

The city of brotherly love has been one of the host cities during the World Cup 2026 and played three group matches and one round-of-16 match, with a quarter-final between Palmeiras and Chelsea to come on July 5. Sauer recognized the scale of the problem, confessing that SEPTA won’t be able to handle the incursion of fans next year if the cuts and phasing out are preserved.

While the World Cup 2026 preparations unquestionably cast a long shadow over minutes, other collective concerns demanded their share of the attention. The council’s top ten significances summarize the drive toward purifying the city’s highways of movement and conveyance, guaranteeing that the essence of the city, its movement, endures to flow undiminished.

Frisco Gears Up for FIFA 2026 Amid Transit Talks

Amid these deliberations, with a focus fixed on Grand Park and the city assets in need of reinvestment, the council found itself projecting a course through the complicated web of city planning. Frisco, being no stranger to growth and development, finds itself at a stimulating inflection point. Arrangements for such a high-profile event as the FIFA World Cup in 2026 invite a waterfall of logistical, infrastructural, and cultural deliberations.

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Through the thorough examination of every policy and project, from transport services to the flux of traffic decorations, the council considered with an eye toward an extraordinary influx of global companions, their involvement hinging on the city’s ability to adapt and rise to such a juncture. An estimated 650,000 companies will be conveyed to games.

KC2026 Transit Plan Powers World Cup Readiness

The FIFA Fan Festival, Kansas City International Airport, hotel centers, and other locations are served by the KC2026 bus system, which will supplement current bus routes on both sides of the state line. The multimodal transportation plan is crucial for connecting people to the area’s attractions, stores, and dining options while enabling residents to continue living their normal lives.

Kansas City’s regional collaboration has recognized a strong groundwork for the FIFA World Cup 2026 Kansas City, said Amy Hopfinger, the Chief Business and Strategy Officer for the FIFA World Cup 2026. We applaud KC2026’s forward thinking and ability to work together on conveyance across state lines in their ongoing effort to welcome the world in 2026.

KC2026 said the lease was made conceivable through regional support, including funding from the states of Kansas and Missouri and the city of Kansas City, Missouri. The cars, fuel, upkeep, and drivers are all included in the preliminary lease arrangement. The committee says this approach will streamline procedures for a safe and continuous experience.

KC2026 Expands Transit with Football World Cup 2026 in Mind

The buses will also be enveloped in FIFA World Cup 26 branding. KC2026 said it may lease more buses as the planning process continues. Safeguarding these buses is a major logistical advantage as we plan a smooth and effective conveyance experience for inhabitants and visitors during the World Cup, Pam Kramer, the CEO of KC2026, said.

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Leading up to the tournament, we will continue to interact frequently with stakeholders, area planning officialdoms, transit providers, law enforcement, and other area communities. The committee said the transportation plan includes a park-and-ride system, the KC Streetcar, and continued ways to bike and walk. As the U.S. Travel Association continued to push for upgrades throughout.

The national travel system, two U.S. Senators introduced a bill to provide conveyance support funding for host cities for the FIFA World Cup 2026 and the 2028 Olympic and Paralympic Summer Games in Los Angeles. The bill was introduced Friday by U.S. Senators Jerry Moran, R-Kansas, and Maria Cantwell, D-Washington. The bill would provide $50 million a year to help.

Kansas City Preps Transit Boost for FIFA World Cup

The FIFA World Cup 2026 host cities, while LA28 would also be in line to receive as much as $10 million annually for Federal fiscal years 2026-27 and 2027-28 for transportation purposes. It was a tremendous feat to secure a spot as a host city during the 2026 World Cup, and I have no doubt that Kansas City will be a welcoming community for hundreds of thousands of soccer fans from around the world, Moran said.

Preparations are already underway for the games, and this lawmaking will support local community and agency efforts to improve organization to connect fans with businesses, hotels, aerodromes, and other host cities during the World Cup. The USOPC strongly supports the Transportation Support for Olympic and World Cup Host Cities Act, and we thank Senators Moran and Cantwell for their leadership on this issue.

The USOPC said in a statement. This legislation is crucial to confirming the United States is organized to host the decade of sport ahead, from the FIFA World Cup 2026 to the 2028 Summer Olympic and Paralympic Games in Los Angeles and the 2034 Winter Olympic and Paralympic Games in Salt Lake City. This bill will make it possible for cities to increase their organization and provide unified involvement for athletes and fans alike.

FIFA 2026 Bill Backs Host City Transit Needs

The essential conveyance assistance set forward in this bill will help make these global events a success and validate American brilliance on the world stage. Not encompassed in the bill are other major events coming to the United States, including the 2029 World University Games in North Carolina, the 2031 Men’s Rugby World Cup, and the 2033 Women’s Rugby World Cup.

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In the bill, the Secretary of Transportation would apportion grants equally among the host metropolitan planning establishments for the most imminent sheltered event and any other covered events happening during the same fiscal year, subject to the disorder that a host metropolitan planning association may not receive more than $10,000,000 under this subparagraph for a single protected event.

Host metropolitan planning organizations could receive grants if funds are left over, subject to the $10 million ceiling. Host metropolitan governments can receive assistance five years in advance of their events. With less than 500 days until Seattle hosts its first World Cup 2026 game, we need the Department of Transportation to get in the game and support host cities as they work to platform.

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[phoenixmaiden-gaming]

I warped to the Mayanas Shrine and glided over to a small island with a stump that made a ball of light jump down and I had to go catch it by jumping after it and the Korok gave me my 657th seed. I then warped to the Igoshon Shrine and dropped down to the Wellspring Island and down toward the edge of the island in the waterfall I spotted some balloons floating around in it, so I popped them all and the Korok gave me my 658th seed (951 total). I then went down to an island in the Lanayru Sky Archipelago and fought against a Flux Construct II and it dropped a chest with a Sage’s Will.

[tom2tec]

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[liminaldreamscape]

Charging Lucid Dreaming Oracle

Card 16 | The Three Worlds

Initial Impressions

Transcending, ascending

Astral projection, travel

Higher being/self

Associated Dream

Night of May 23, 2024

In the first dream, I was in a classroom with white walls and these two metallic, bunk bed-like structures on either side. I knew this to be a classroom from my undergrad years, though it did not look anything like a real classroom. The structures were missing what would be the bottom bunk, creating space underneath where, presumably, students would sit for class. I was beneath the structure on the left side, looking at the structure across from me. That structure had 3D stickers of fish on it. The stickers had liquid and glitter inside them.

I was in the room with a female teacher and one other person. The scene had the air of an alumnus visiting their old school, but I was also somehow currently a student.

Soon, current students, my peers, congregated in the room. As they were pouring in, I was looking at two art pieces the class had made together in my absence. I noticed that I was included in both pieces despite not having been present for most classes and I remarked as much. The teacher, who was now sitting at a wooden desk at the front of the class, said something about me and next year. I laughed lightheartedly said that I was done, so I wasn't coming back. I then started walking towards the back of the class, reciting Sirius Black's speech about having done his time in Azkaban, altered to my four years of undergraduate education.

As I walked, the classroom had changed such that the bunk bed-like structures were gone and replaced with wooden desks, at which each student sat. I walked to the back of the classroom and sat next to a male peer and friend, who joined me in reciting the speech.

In the second dream, I was in a dark room or perhaps outdoors. The environs were pitch black, lit only by a fire just out of my view, giving the scene a faint, orange glow. I was with a white, blond man with sinister energy. He suggested we do some sort of test. He asked me to say the name "Muhammad", which I understood to be some sort of Islamophobic bait. I refused. When I refused, he slapped me across the face. He then repeated the request. I refused again. He slapped me again, but increasing in frequency. This cycle continued for a while, my getting slapped more and more often.

At a certain point, somewhere around 200 slaps, which felt like a predetermined number on the man's part, he stopped and walked back towards a metallic X structure. He stretched and arched his back down onto it, allowing the structure to cut his back. The whole time, during the "game" and during this cutting, the man seemed in almost manic ecstasy.

In the third and final dream, I was at a camp somewhere in Niagara. It was near a waterfall, though notably not the Niagara Falls themselves. In the dream, I was both at the camp and at home, talking to my parents. The visuals were of the camp, while the audio was of the conversation with my parents.

The conversation was somehow taking place both before and after I had attended the camp. My mother was trying to convince my father to let me go to the camp, but I had both not been yet and already gone. As part of the conversation, I was showing my parents photos of the camp, which was both from previous visits and the current one that had already and had not yet happened. My mom noticed that my stuff was in the photos from previous years. I explained that I would go for a day and leave, since I wasn't allowed to stay then, which satisfied her.

Oracle Keywords

Moving, state of flux, resurfacing of old wounds, power struggles, survival needs, internal metamorpheses

Connecting Pieces

Keywords and initial impressions line up

If I am to consider the dreams as part of the Underworld, as manifestations of old wounds and shadow that need to be reintegrated... The first seems to be about loneliness and belonging. The second, I'm less sure about. The last about my parents and freedom.

[xasha777]

In the year 2157, the world had transformed into a landscape of advanced technology intertwined with nature's raw power. The Mount Edziza volcanic complex, once a symbol of Earth's untamed might, now stood as a bastion of scientific exploration and enigmatic phenomena.

Within this mystic realm lived Elara, a figure of striking appearance. Her teal hair cascaded like a waterfall of shimmering emeralds, contrasting sharply against her alabaster skin. Dark eyeshadow accentuated her piercing gaze, and she wore an intricate black lace and leather outfit, marked by a vivid splash of pink that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy.

Elara was no ordinary inhabitant of this volcanic domain. She was a Guardian of Edziza, tasked with protecting the delicate balance between the volatile forces of the volcano and the burgeoning scientific endeavors that sought to unlock its secrets. Her lineage traced back to the ancient tribes who first revered the volcanic complex as a sacred site, a heritage that bestowed upon her unique abilities and a deep connection to the earth.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an ethereal glow over the volcanic landscape, Elara sensed a disturbance. The air crackled with an unusual energy, and the ground beneath her feet trembled with a resonance that was both familiar and alien. It was then that she saw it—a fissure, newly formed, emanating a pulsating pink light.

Intrigued and wary, Elara approached the fissure. As she peered into its depths, she was transported into a vision. She saw images of ancient cataclysms and futuristic technologies merging in a dance of creation and destruction. At the heart of this vision was a crystal, imbued with the essence of the volcano itself, capable of harnessing immense power.

Awakening from the vision, Elara knew she had to find this crystal. It was the key to stabilizing the energy fluxes that threatened to disrupt the balance of Edziza. Armed with her ancestral knowledge and modern scientific instruments, she embarked on a journey deep into the heart of the volcanic complex.

Her path was fraught with challenges. The volcanic tunnels twisted and turned, echoing with the whispers of ancient spirits. Lava flows and sudden rockfalls tested her agility and resolve. Yet, Elara pressed on, guided by the pulsating pink energy that resonated with her very soul.

At the core of the complex, she discovered a hidden chamber, bathed in a pink luminescence. There, on a pedestal of obsidian, lay the crystal of her vision. As she reached out to grasp it, the ground quaked violently, and the chamber began to collapse. With no time to lose, Elara focused her energy, drawing upon the power of the crystal to stabilize the surroundings.

In that moment, a fusion of ancient magic and advanced science occurred. The crystal absorbed the chaotic energies, transforming them into a harmonious pulse that spread throughout the volcanic complex. The ground stilled, and the air cleared, leaving Elara standing triumphant, the crystal glowing softly in her hand.

With the balance restored, Elara returned to the surface, the crystal now a part of her being. She had become the living embodiment of Mount Edziza's dual nature—both guardian and innovator, bridging the gap between past and future. The complex thrived under her watchful eye, a beacon of hope and discovery in a world constantly evolving.

And so, Elara's legend grew, a testament to the enduring power of nature and the boundless potential of human ingenuity. She remained ever vigilant, her teal hair flowing like a river of life, her presence a reminder that even in the face of the unknown, harmony could be achieved through courage, wisdom, and the unyielding spirit of exploration.

[chattisgarh]

Chhattisgarh Latest News Update: A Kaleidoscope of Developments

Chhattisgarh, the verdant state in the heart of India, is a land where ancient tribal traditions meet modern megacities. It's a place where serene waterfalls cascade down emerald hills and bustling bazaars overflow with vibrant life. But beyond the captivating facade lies a state that's constantly in flux, churning out news that captures the nation's attention. Let's delve into the latest headlines from Chhattisgarh, offering a glimpse into its ever-evolving narrative.

1. Political Arena Heats Up as New BJP Government Takes Charge

The BJP's historic win in the recent assembly elections has painted Chhattisgarh a saffron hue. With 54 seats in the 90-member assembly, the BJP has dethroned the incumbent Congress after 15 years of rule. This shift in power dynamics has sent shockwaves through the political landscape, with everyone eager to see how the newly formed BJP government steers the state's future.

2. Relief and Rehabilitation Efforts in Full Swing After Devastating Cyclone

Cyclone Michaung unleashed its fury on Chhattisgarh, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. Torrential rains caused rivers to overflow, roads to submerge, and houses to crumble. While the storm has weakened, the state grapples with the aftermath, prioritizing relief and rehabilitation. Evacuations are underway, relief materials are being distributed, and damage assessment is ongoing. The government has urged caution and vigilance, especially in low-lying areas.

3. Raipur Gears Up for a Glittering Spectacle with RIFF

Amidst the political and environmental challenges, Raipur prepares to roll out the red carpet for the Raipur International Film Festival (RIFF). This prestigious event promises a cinematic extravaganza, featuring renowned filmmakers, critically acclaimed movies, and thought-provoking workshops. RIFF not only celebrates the art of storytelling but also fosters cultural exchange and positions Chhattisgarh firmly on the global cinematic map.

4. From Poaching Haven to Tiger Paradise: Conservation Efforts Bear Fruit

Chhattisgarh's lush forests were once notorious for rampant tiger poaching. However, recent reports indicate a significant rise in tiger population, painting a picture of hope. This positive development is attributed to relentless anti-poaching measures, habitat protection programs, and active community involvement. The news serves as a beacon of hope for wildlife enthusiasts and signifies a commendable shift in the state's ecological balance.

5. Startup Ecosystem Booms, Attracting Young Minds and Big Dreams

Chhattisgarh is rapidly transforming into a breeding ground for ambitious entrepreneurs. The state's supportive policies, readily available skilled workforce, and growing infrastructure are attracting young minds brimming with innovative ideas. Incubators, accelerators, and mentorship programs are nurturing these ideas, turning them into successful startups that not only drive economic growth but also create new opportunities for the youth.

These are just a few snippets from the ever-evolving news tapestry of Chhattisgarh. From political milestones to environmental concerns, social initiatives to cultural extravaganzas, Chhattisgarh's latest news offers a window into the heart of this dynamic state. So, stay tuned, keep exploring, and discover the many facets of Chhattisgarh that keep it constantly in the spotlight!

Bonus:

Craving more Chhattisgarh-specific news? Here are some reliable sources to keep you updated:

Chhattisgarh News: https://epaper.naidunia.com/epaper/

The Raipur Times: https://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/city/raipur

Chhattisgarh Guardian: https://thedailyguardian.com/

Don't forget to follow us on social media for the latest updates and interesting stories from Chhattisgarh!

We hope this article has served as a captivating glimpse into the vibrant state of Chhattisgarh and its ever-changing news landscape. Come, explore Chhattisgarh with us, and discover the stories that make it a land of constant movement and kemajuan!

[rosh-png]

Rinse (from the Hairday series) "Loving hands make light work", did I unlock a memory? When was the last time your mother's hand burrowed down to your scalp like Olympiad divers? Those pulls and twists were acts of love to us, enough times to feel like a weekly ordeal and a yearly event: constantly in flux. Maybe your memory is stronger than mine, you'll carry your mother's hands after all. Either way, the water that flowed through us on those evenings felt as if the waterfalls that had tucked themselves away from our lost foreign eyes deep in the Motherland had finally reached us.

[muccypup]

I love it when I remember to take my hormones finally a few days late and they just wash over me like a waterfall and I start feeling everything all at once

and I feel like I want to die and I feel like what the flux am I doing here, cowaring in my room like a guinea pig quivering with rage & too scared to squeak, fuck my whole entire life i am a 27yo they/them who can't drive or read a page of words living in a nation-state which is actively assisting in the destruction of the globe earth planet and i feel like and i feel like if i had some company right now that would be great. https://youtu.be/gLecVxlnZG8 https://open.spotify.com/track/5W2mmJGdMfv7Zmn8oubAM8

[spi-d3r]

All Breathing Styles and Forms!!!

SUN BREATHING (13 forms)

Also called Hinokami Kagura or The original Breathing

‌First Form: Dance (円えん舞ぶ) whit variant by tanjiro: Dancing Flash (円えん舞ぶ一いっ閃せん)

‌Second form: Clear Blue Sky (碧へき羅らの天てん)

‌Third Form: Raging Sun (烈れつ日じつ紅こう鏡きょう)

‌Fourth Form: Burning Bones, Summer Sun (灼しゃっ骨こつ炎えん陽よう)

‌Fifth Form: Setting Sun Transformation (斜しゃ陽よう転てん身しん)

‌Sixth Form: Solar Heat Haze (飛ひ輪りん陽かげ炎ろう)

‌Seventh Form: Beneficent Radiance (輝き輝き恩おん光こう)

‌Eighth Form: Sunflower Thrust (陽よう華か突とつ)

‌Ninth Form: Dragon Sun Halo Head Dance (日にち暈うんの龍りゅう・頭かぶり舞まい)

‌Tenth Form: Fire Wheel (火か車しゃ)

‌Eleventh Form: Fake Rainbow (幻げん日にち虹こう)

‌Twelfth Form: Flame Dance (炎えん舞ぶ)

‌Thirteenth Form (拾じゅう参さんノ型かた)

KNOWN USERS: Yoriichi Tsugikuni, Sumiyoshi, Tanjuro Kamado, Tanjiro Kamado

WATER BREATHING (11 forms)

One of the five main Breathing Styles

‌First Form: Water Surface Slash (壱いちノ型かた　水みな面も斬ぎり)

‌Second Form: Water Wheel (弐にノ型かた　水みず車ぐるま) whit variation Lateral Water Wheel (弐にノ型かた・改かい　横よこ水みず車ぐるま)

‌Third Form: Flowing Dance (参さんノ型かた　流りゅう流りゅう舞まい)

‌Fourth Form: Striking Tide (肆しノ型かた　打うち潮しお) whit variant Striking Tide, Turbulent (打うち潮しお・乱らん)

‌Fifth Form: Blessed Rain After the Drought (伍ごノ型かた　干かん天てんの慈じ雨う)

‌Sixth Form: Whirlpool (陸ろくノ型かた　ねじれ渦うず), whit variant Whirlpool, Flow (ねじれ渦うず・流りゅう流りゅう)

‌Seventh Form: Drop Ripple Thrust (漆しちノ型かた　雫しずく波は紋もん突づき) whit variation Drop Ripple Thrust, Curve (雫しずく波は紋もん突づき・曲きょく)

‌Eighth Form: Waterfall Basin (捌はちノ型かた　滝たき壼つぼ)

‌Ninth Form: Splashing Water Flow, Turbulent (玖くノ型かた　水すい流りゅう飛沫しぶき・乱らん)

‌Tenth Form: Constant Flux (拾じゅうノ型かた　生せい生せい流る転てん)

‌Eleventh Form: Dead Calm (拾じゅう壱いちノ型かた　凪なぎ), created by water hashira Giyu Tomioka

KNOWN USERS: Giyu Tomioka (Hashira), Tanjiro Kamado, Sakonji Urokodaki Sabito, Makomo, Aoi Kanzaki, Murata

FLAME BREATHING (9 forms, only 6 known)

One of the five main Breathing Styles

‌First Form: Unknowing Fire (壱いちノ型かた　不知火しらぬい)

‌Second Form: Rising Scorching Sun (弐にノ型かた　昇のぼり炎えん天てん)

‌Third Form: Blazing Universe (参さんノ型かた　氣き炎えん万ばん象しょう)

‌Fourth Form: Blooming Flame Undulation (肆しノ型かた　盛せい炎えんのうねり)

‌Fifth Form: Flame Tiger (伍ごノ型かた　炎えん虎こ)

‌Ninth Form: Rengoku (玖くノ型かた　煉れん獄ごく)

KNOWN USERS: Rengoku Kyojuro (Hashira), all the male members of Rengoku family

WIND BREATHING (9 forms)

One of the five main Breathing Styles

‌First Form: Dust Whirlwind Cutter (壱いちノ型かた　鹿じん旋せん風ぷう・削そぎ)

‌Second Form: Claws-Purifying Wind (弐にノ型かた　爪そう々そう・科しな戸と風かぜ)

‌Third Form: Clean Storm Wind Tree (参さんノ型かた　晴せい嵐らん風ふう樹じゅ)

‌Fourth Form: Rising Dust Storm (肆しノ型かた　昇しょう上じょう砂さ塵じん嵐らん)

‌Fifth Form: Cold Mountain Wind (伍ごノ型かた　木こ枯がらし颪おろし)

‌Sixth Form: Black Wind Mountain Mist (陸ろくノ型かた　黒こく風ふう烟えん嵐らん)

‌Seventh Form: Gale, Sudden Gusts (漆しちノ型かた　頸けい風ふう・天てん狗ぐ風かぜ)

‌Eighth Form: Primary Gale Slash (捌はちノ型かた　初しょ烈れっ風かざ斬きり)

‌Ninth Form: Idaten Typhoon (玖くノ型かた　韋い駄だ天てん台たい風ふう)

KNOWN USERS: Sanemi Shinazugawa (Hashira), Masachika Kumeno

STONE BREATHING (5 forms)

One of the five main breathing Styles

‌First Form: Serpentinite Bipolar (壱いちノ型かた　蛇じゃ紋もん岩がん・双そう極きょく)

‌Second Form: Upper Smash (弐にノ型かた　天てん面めん砕くだき)

‌Third Form: Stone Skin (参さんノ型かた　岩がん軀くの膚はだえ)

‌Fourth Form: Volcanic Rock, Rapid Conquest (肆しノ型かた　流りゅう紋もん岩がん・速そく征せい)

‌Fifth Form: Arcs of Justice (伍ごノ型かた　瓦が輪りん刑ぎょう部ぶ)

KNOWN USER: Gyomei Himejima (Hashira)

THUNDER BREATHING (7 forms)

One of the five main breathing Styles

‌First Form: Thunderclap and Flash (壱いちノ型かた　霹へき靂れき一いっ閃せん) improved by Zenitsu in Sixfold (六ろく連れん), Eightfold (八はち連れん) and Godspeed (神しん速そく)

‌Second Form: Rice Spirit (弐にノ型かた　稲いな魂だま)

‌Third Form: Thunder Swarm (参さんノ型かた　聚しゅう蚊ぶん成せい雷らい)

‌Fourth Form: Distant Thunder (肆しノ型かた　遠えん雷らい)

‌Fifth Form: Heat Lightning (伍ごノ型かた　熱ねつ界かい雷らい)

‌Sixth Form: Rumble and Flash (陸ろくノ型かた　電でん轟ごう雷らい轟ごう)

‌Seventh Form: Honoikazuchi no Kami (漆しちノ型かた　火ほの雷いかづちの神かみ) created by Zenitsu

KNOWN USERS: Zenitsu Agatsuma, Kaigawa, Jigoro Kuwajima

MOON BREATHING (16 forms, only 11 known)

derivate from Sun Breathing

‌First Form: Dark Moon, Evening Palace (壱いちノ型かた　闇やみ月づき・宵よいの宮みや)

‌Second Form: Pearl Flower Moongazing (弐にの型かた　珠しゅ華かノ弄ろう月げつ)

‌Third Form: Loathsome Moon, Chains (参さんノ型かた　厭えん忌き月づき・銷つがり)

‌Fifth Form: Moon Spirit Calamitous Eddy (伍ごノ型かた　月げっ魄ぱく災さい渦か)

‌Sixth Form: Perpetual Night, Lonely Moon - Incessant (陸ろくノ型かた　常とこ夜よ孤こ月げつ・無む間けん)

‌Seventh Form: Mirror of Misfortune, Moonlit (漆しちノ型かた　厄やっ鏡きょう・月づき映ばえ)

‌Eighth Form: Moon-Dragon Ringtail (捌はちノ型かた　月げつ龍りゆう輪りん尾び)

‌Ninth Form: Waning Moonswaths (玖くノ型かた　降くだり月づき・連れん面めん)

‌Tenth Form: Drilling Slashes, Moon Through Bamboo Leaves (拾じゅうノ型かた　穿せん面めん斬ざん・蘿ら月げつ)

‌Fourteenth Form: Catastrophe, Tenman Crescent Moon (拾じゅう肆しノ型かた　兇きょう変へん・天てん満まん繊せん月げつ)

‌Sixteenth Form: Moonbow, Half Moon (拾じゅう陸ろくノ型かた　月虹げっこう・片かた割われ月づき)

KNOWN USER: Michikatsu Tsugikuni/Kokushibo

SOUND BREATHING (5 forms, only 3 known)

Derivate from Thunder Breathing

‌First Form: Roar (壱いちノ型かた　轟とどろき)

‌Fourth Form: Constant Resounding Slashes (肆しノ型かた　響きょう斬ざん無む間けん)

‌Fifth Form: String Performance (伍ごノ型かた　鳴めい弦げん奏そう々そう)

KNOWN USER: Tengen Uzui (Hashira)

FLOWER BREATHING (7 forms, only 5 known)

Derivate from Water Breathing

‌Second Form: Honorable Shadow Plum (弐にノ型かた　御み影かげ梅うめ)

‌Fourth Form: Crimson Hanagoromo (肆しノ型かた　紅べに花はな衣ごろも)

‌Fifth Form: Peonies of Futility (伍ごノ型かた　徒あだの芍しゃく薬やく)

‌Sixth Form: Whirling Peach (陸ろくノ型かた　渦うず桃もも)

‌Final Form: Equinoctial Vermilion Eye (終ついノ型かた　彼ひ岸がん朱しゅ眼がん)

KNOWN USERS: Kanae Kocho (death Hashira), Kanao Tsuyuri

LOVE BREATHING (6 forms, only 5 known)

Derivate from Flame Breathing

‌First Form: Shivers of First Love (壱いちノ型かた　初はつ恋こいのわななき)

‌Second Form: Love Pangs (弐にノ型かた　懊おう悩のう巡めぐる恋こい)

‌Third Form: Catlove Shower (参さんノ型かた　恋こい猫ねこしぐれ)

‌Fifth Form: Swaying Love, Wildclaw (伍ごノ型かた　揺ゆらめく恋れん情じょう・乱みだれ爪づめ)

‌Sixth Form: Cat-Legged Winds of Love (陸ろくノ型かた　猫ねこ足あし恋こい風かぜ)

KNOWN USER: Mitsuri Kanroji (Hashira)

INSECT BREATHING (4 forms)

Derivate from Flower Breathing

‌Butterfly Dance: Caprice (蝶ちょうノ舞まい　戯たわむれ)

‌Dance of the Bee Sting: True Flutter (蜂ほう牙がノ舞まい　真ま靡なびき)

‌Dance of the Dragonfly: Compound Eye Hexagon (蜻せい蛉れいノ舞まい　複ふく眼がん六ろっ角かく)

‌Dance of the Centipede: Hundred-Legged Zigzag (蜈ご蚣こうノ舞まい　百ひゃく足そく蛇じゃ腹ばら)

KNOWN USER: Shinobu Koucho (Hashira)

MIST BREATHING (7 forms)

Derivate from Wind Breathing

‌First Form: Low Clouds, Distant Haze (壱いちノ型かた　垂すい天てん遠とお霞がすみ)

‌Second Form: Eight-Layered Mist (弐にノ型かた　八や重え霞かすみ)

‌Third Form: Scattering Mist Splash (参さんノ型かた　霞か散さんの飛し沫ぶき)

‌Fourth Form: Shifting Flow Slash (肆しノ型かた　移い流りゅう斬ぎり)

‌Fifth Form: Sea of Clouds and Haze (伍ごノ型かた　霞か雲うんの海うみ)

‌Sixth Form: Lunar Dispersing Mist (陸ろくノ型かた　月つきの霞か 消しょう)

‌Seventh Form: Obscuring Clouds (漆しちノ型かた　朧おぼろ) created by Muichiro Tokito

KNOWN USER: Muichiro Tokito (Hashira)

SERPENT BREATHING (5 forms)

Derivate from Water Breathing

‌First Form: Winding Serpent Slash (壱いちノ型かた　委い蛇だ斬ぎり)

‌Second Form: Venom Fangs of the Narrow Head (弐にノ型かた　狭きょう頭ずの毒どく牙が)

‌Third Form: Coil Choke (参さんノ型かた　塒とぐろ締じめ)

‌Fourth Form: Twin-Headed Reptile (肆しノ型かた　頸けい蛇じゃ双そう生せい)

‌Fifth Form: Slithering Serpent (伍ごノ型かた　蜿えん蜿えん長ちょう蛇だ)

KNOW USER: Obanai Iguro (Hashira)

BEAST BREATHING (11 forms/fangs)

Derivated from Wind Breathing

‌First Fang: Pierce (壱いちノ牙きば　穿うがち抜ぬき)

‌Second Fang: Slice (弐にノ牙きば　切きり裂さき)

‌Third Fang: Devour (参さんノ牙きば　喰くい裂ざき)

‌Fourth Fang: Slice 'n' Dice (肆しノ牙きば　切きり細こま裂ざき)

‌Fifth Fang: Crazy Cutting (伍ごノ牙きば　狂くるい裂ざき)

‌Sixth Fang: Palisade Bite (陸ろくノ牙きば　乱らん杭ぐい咬がみ)

‌Seventh Form: Spatial Awareness (漆しちノ型かた　空くう間かん識しき覚かく)

‌Eighth Form: Explosive Rush (捌はちノ型かた　爆ばく裂れつ猛もう進しん)

‌Ninth Fang: Extending Bendy Slash (玖くノ牙きば　伸しん・うねり裂ざき)

‌Tenth Fang: Whirling Fangs (拾じゅうノ牙きば　円えん転てん旋せん牙が)

‌Sudden Throwing Strike (思おもいつきの投なげ裂さき)

KNOWN USER: Inosuke Hashibira

[fatehbaz]

In reality, the Atlantic coastal forest is a garden [...]. It is absurd. It is as if a glass divider separated, on one side, the experience of the fruition of life, and on the other, the place from which we originate. This division reveals another, more profound divorce: the idea that humans are different from everything that exists on earth. [...] The Amazon rainforest is a monument. A monument built over thousands of years. The ecology of that place in motion creates shapes, volumes -- disperses all that beauty. The Amazon rainforest, the Atlantic coastal forest, the Serra do Mar, the Takrukkrak are monuments that have, for us, the power to open a portal that accesses other visions of the world. The forest provides this. And yet, despite its materiality -- its body that can be felled, uprooted as wood -- the forest is not seen. In Brazil, there are cities that UNESCO has declared the cultural patrimony of humanity. Meanwhile, we destroy the Atlantic coastal forest, the Amazon rainforest. It’s a game of illusion. The fact that we live in the region of the world where it is still possible to sprout people from within the forest is magic. There are people who look at this as a type of delay in relation to the globalized world: “We should already have civilized everyone.” But it is not a delay, it is a magic possibility! [...]

In the spring, a season they loved, the Botocudos ascended along the Doce River to the steep slopes of the Espinhaço Mountains [...]. The culmination of the period is September 22, when the sky is very high and the seasons pass from winter into spring. The mountains bloom, it’s beautiful. The Botocudo families, having come from different hillsides, from the Serra da Piedade, traveled to the Espinhaço to experience this cycle deeply. There is a lot of inscription about this engraved on rocks throughout that entire region. Have you ever noticed, on the slopes of Conceição do Mato Dentro, how wonderful the Tabuleiro waterfall is? The slopes of the Tabuleiro are a tremendous library! Once I stopped there to watch the sunset, until it grew dark. I stayed looking at the different stories on those slopes. It is the history of the passage of our ancestors through those sites some thousands of years ago, as archeological studies have already confirmed. [...] Our history is interlaced with the history of the world. But the country throws away this history. People who travel to these places drive pickaxes into the boulders [...]. Each fragment, each piece that they pull up from those rocks is as if they ripped out a page or stole a book from the library.

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All text above are the words of: Ailton Krenak. As published by Ailton Krenak and Mauricio Meirelles. “Our Worlds Are at War.” e-flux Journal Issue #110. June 2020. As described by e-flux: “The following testimony by Ailton Krenak, a longtime Indigenous activist and intellectual in Brazil, was originally published in the December 2019 issue of the Brazilian magazine Olympia: Literatura e Arte. The testimony was related orally to Jose Eduardo Goncalves and Mauricio Meirelles, and then transcribed.”

[clown-moss]

This is a small fic about the ending of the 3DS era with N included, and since I'm sad you all have to be sad too. TW: Major/Referenced Character Death

He sits, perched up in his icon. It's a Pokemon Black icon, the first one, the game the owner had longer forgotten within the cartridge slot. The screen was flipped on and up, but the screen was dull and darkened. But just over the screen horizon, he could see them.

The owner of the 3DS he lives within, and the kid he grew up along side. Oh did he miss those fun days when you were merely just a small child, the way your Pokemon would have god awful movesets, the way you struggled so hard against the elite four, and then him. What he would give to go back and experience it all over again, but he's already long forgotten.

Dust has already pulled up on his hair, stiff and forgotten. His normally white shirt now a full grey colour due to how much dust he has collected over these years, there's even dust piling up onto his lashes. It's times like these that he wonders that if he'll even be remembered for the years to come, not that he'll be around to know.

He looks up, humming to the theme of your custom 3DS wallpaper. He remembers how happy you were when you got it, the way your eyes lit up and your childish smile rose, it was such a long time ago....

If he stretches just that tiny bit further, he can see what you are doing, but just faintly. You're playing on the new console, the switch if he remembers correctly? Maybe you're playing the new Pokemon games like sword and shield, or the new one that just came out, or maybe you're playing a different game as a whole! He wouldn't know, he can't look that far.

He looks to his side, the other discarded and forgotten games. The demos of the games you used to play all sitting there, untouched, covered with a thick layer of dust.... Forgotten just as he was.

It's times like these he wishes he wasn't just a video game character made for your enjoy, to challenge your abilities, but a human. A human with a fully fleshed life, one not predicted out for him, choices he could make on his own, and maybe if he reached out just that little bit further maybe he could-

He retracted his hand, bringing up to his face. He didn't notice the waterfall of tears pouring out of his face unnaturally, he was never a pretty crier, but he expression of solitude and monochrome never faded. He doesn't have the energy to be expressionate anymore, he hasn't in years.

His throat was sore and coarse, just sandpaper rubbing against each other, he stopped speaking to himself years ago because of it. Now only the littlest of words would cause him great pain.

He looks behind himself, the old icons you so very much disregarded, well all but the Eshop. But as he can see with his very own eyes, it was dying.

He knew that once that had died, he'll follow suit. He knows he should be upset, he should be screaming and banging on that screen to let him out, to let him be a real person again. But he already did that the first time around, it didn't change his outcome.

He counts.

3

2

.....1

It's gone, the shop he watched you search and search for fun free games is now gone, forever. He looks back to the screen, hoping just this one last time that you'd even slightly turn your way to the screen and be sad that it's now permanently gone.

But you showed nothing.

For the first time, in such a long while, he showed pure emotion on his face. His face contorted, eyebrows fluxed and mouth slightly agape, he was in complete and utter sorrow.

"Please! I don't want to do this anymore please!"

His throat hurt, it scratched like all hell, it felt like it was bleeding, but he didn't care.

The sound of beeping tore a gasp from his ruined throat, he looks over in shock, the battery is finally dying after all this time. No, no, no, not now! He couldn't let this happen! He can't just die like this!

"PLEASE! IM SORRY! I'LL DO ANYTHING! I DON'T WANT TO GO!"

The beeping got loud, his breathes were laboured as he struggled to breathe.

"𝙋𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙀!-"

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The screen snaps to black, it's dawn of a new era for consoles.

[healinghoneybee]

Waterfalls and the tiniest of flowers

Sometimes it feels like my heart is too deep and sensitive for this ever-in-flux, (heedless, brash, remorseless?) world. If I give up control and allow you to hold my heart in your hands, I ask that you please be careful with it and show up with consistency and integrity and humility. With the regular examination and awareness and ownership and sharing of the state of your own heart and evolution of self. Well, now I know to ask. With curious, boundaried-love and respect for the both of us.

Life has cracked me open and I am working to heal and fill the cracks with liquid gold. 

I have cried out for the ones I loved to have faith in me and see the gifts of my deep feeling. I have been rejected and left and invalidated and ignored and forgotten and told by my ex lover to leave me alone. My body cried to travel down to the pain of my childhood wounds and neglect, the betrayals and violations and let downs. I went and felt and I survived. I expanded the space to hold hard things and beautiful things at the same time. And now that I have already been denied, I am free to be more of me. Larger and louder and full of myself because I have nothing to lose. The only one left standing to love me is me. The only one to give myself reconciliation is me. If you are not willing, I must be willing in entirety.

What once felt shaky and full of doubt inside is settling. I am no longer a confused little girl packing my Winnie-the-Pooh trunk to run away from home. I am no longer anticipating rejection, my hands tied, body waiting for the punch.  My body led me to face deep, ancient truths and I am starting to trust what I know to be true today - My love was always beautiful, calm, ethereal, wholehearted, and steady. It remains this way when you leave. 

Medicine reveals that hurts were real and worthy of acknowledgement, patience, and compassion. My pain deserved a conscientious apology and response. But your choice to hang it up and failure to hold space is not a reflection on me or what I shared. I am expanding, learning to hold space for myself, for what makes us squirm, bypass, deny. And I do not belong in the story you tell. I am left with no choice but to create my own world and affirm my own worthiness. 

In my medicine dream, I was pulled in by lovely persuasions. Come over here. I tried and I tried to listen to the faint seed inside me. I was confused if frightened rabbits were always frightened without cause. Men looked at me strange, like fear was stupid. So I held them and shushed them and told them to trust the magician with jazzy hands and beautiful kaleidoscope-coloured wonders that turned into snakes, that I could not look at directly, like the burning sun. 

Suddenly, he backed away and I was left in confusion. The dream was real but the magic was illusive and elusive. I thought we agreed to create together, but I’m left alone wondering if I was the magician all along? 

Left floating in black orbit with nothing but the tiniest of flowers. 

And then I awoke to a new dream and it goes like this:

When the ones I wish to share love with 

approach my love with a gentle, steady presence

when they have retired flash-in-the-pan magic and are willing to give an honest account of what lies inside, check engine lights and squeaky breaks and all.

when they have taken the time and pain alone to know what I have gotten to know, dirty shiny gut flora and all

when they demonstrate that their eyes are wide open to see and value the art of my love with sustained attention,

that they want to let me set the pace and walk slowly beside me, hand-in-hand

crouching down to see the most precious and quiet and tiniest of flowers

as the waterfalls and wind rage thunderously around us

I believe I will be able to hear the brave, calm seed within

I believe I will be able to stare in wonder at its soft, radiant light

I believe I will be able to create its colourful patterns to reflect my essence and shine

The dream is real and I’m already sitting with the tiniest of flowers