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riansdiary · 10 months ago

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MY NEW SUCCESS STORIES! 💌

Hello everyone! This is a copy of my success story post on SUA (Subliminal Amino) and I decided to post it here as well for some inspiration! 🌈

Highlight Codes:

Red - don't do this! ⚠️

Blue - this is what you need to do 👍

I have a manifesting success story to inspire you! The only techniques I did was simply just:

1. Thought of what I want 🤔💡🍗

I was craving my mom's the best fried chicken in the world. Yes, I stand by this! Anyone who eats it including people outside of the family always always always praises my mom because she literally cooks the best fried chicken! Specifically fried chicken breast or thigh sometimes. I never told them that I wanted some.

2. Affirmed a few times whenever I thought of it. 💬

I just affirmed naturally and casually "We're gonna have fried chicken because I said so and because I decided so." We are all the boss of our reality so I just affirmed/decided that we're gonna have it, that Mom is gonna cook that for us.

3. I commanded my subconscious. 👑

This always works for me and it's my favorite thing to do to manifest. I just commanded my subconscious like a boss and told it what I want. Actually, it's smart and it already knows that but I did that for extra assurance. You just tell it what you want and it'll get it for you no matter what. You need to trust your subconscious mind that it will get that for you. Think as if you ordered something and well you know it's gonna be delivered right? Yeah, like that. You just sit pretty, affirm if you think of it to persist no matter what you see and trust that it's gonna get that for you. Do this only if it feels right to you. I mean it's literally you! Your higher self. Your subconscious wants the best for you and will get it for you as soon as you tell it what you want, the subconscious mind already manifests that in the 4d meaning it's yours it already happened in your imagination. The subconscious mind naturally will materialize that in the 3d as well but that's really just the cherry on top. 🍒

3. PERSIST. 🙂‍↕️😠🥳

Meaning stand firm in your decision and think as if it's already done. Be in the state of the wish fulfilled meaning you sit pretty, affirm when you need to assure yourself and in the mean time, do what makes you happy. Distract yourself.

4. The 3d is neutral. It has no meaning. It doesn't mean you don't have your desire. You give meaning to it. 🧐

It's literally a past newspaper like in Harry Potter, the newspaper that moves. It's in the past and it's the result of our thoughts before. It's not you follow the 3d and react to what it shows you. It follows you so leave it alone and know it is done in the 4d. If you wanna check, check and visualize that desire. For non-visualizers or people who have aphantasia, imagination is not equal to visualization. It can be thoughts and feelings as well. I don't visualize but sometimes when I'm in the mood I do but you could check your mind.

For example:

You're want to be rich. You see the 3d and wanna check your bank account or wallet. It's okay if you see there's nothing. Why? Because you're changing your reality to one where you have money. Check your mind instead.

Do this: You saw the 3d and seeing what the past newspaper (3d) is showing you. "Let me check my mind. Okay, I checked my mind and the 4d. I literally have 10 billion in my bank account. I just need to keep up with knowing it's done and not follow the 3d because it's supposed to be following me and the 4d. The 3d just puts out whatever I'm thinking and the 4d so in the 4d I have my desires. I can calm down now. If I check the 3d, I'm letting it stick. Whatever I focus on grows so let's focus and pay attention to good stuff and that I have my desires." You can cry or feel the feelings. Release them and let it go. Then come back to deciding or affirming whatever technique works for you to persist on what you want instead. Reacting is okay. It's okay to let out your feelings, you're human. The thing is after that, if you keep paying attention to circumstances and accepting the 3d as true then you will be stuck in a loop. It literally just copies and follows the 4d and your thoughts. So if you accept that circumstance as a fact, the 3d will have to follow you and copy that. Meaning, again, getting stuck in that loop until you decide to persist because technically it is already done.

Another example:

You're manifesting a thing that you really want like a shirt or a top. Could be food.

Let's go with fries. "Okay my mom will come home and she bought fries for me. I'm deciding that Mom's got me some fries. Okay, done."

Then your mom comes home but she didn't give you anything. This is crucial. Do not give up immediately. You could still get the fries the next day. For this example, let's say you specifically said now or today. The 3d is neutral. You give the meaning to it. This is an example. Let's say you wanted that and your sister wanted that too.

Your mom comes home. Your sister is looking at what your mom brought home but wasn't told anything about the fries. She is frustrated and gave up. She felt like it didn't work so never mind. Like why isn't it here? Ugh! She then goes to her room. She gave the 3d meaning and she thought it meant that it failed.

Now you. You didn't give up. You kept affirming naturally and deciding that you're gonna have it no matter what. You said: "Nope. That brown paper bag is mine. It has my fries. The fries are there. She's gonna give them to me." Your mom ends up not giving you the bag but you didn't give up. "Nope. I'm not taking no for an answer. She just forgot about it. She forgot to hand it to me but it's there. It's mine." You just chilled and calmed down, continuing to do what you do and never gave up. Your mom then sat next to you and told you that she forgot to give you the fries! 🍟

You both gave different meanings to the situation or circumstance. Your sister gave up and saw it as fact that she didn't get the fries but you didn't stop, didn't give up and just accepted it as a fact that you do in fact have the fries.

Now let me tell you how it happened. How I manifested eating my mom's fried chicken. Reminder, I didn't tell them what I wanted at all but if it feels like inspired action you could get your manifestation that way as well. Your mom or dad could ask you what you wanted and that's basically considered success and inspired action to tell them what you want.

I don't wanna repeat the circumstance for me but who cares! It's the past and I'm a billionaire now! Basically, dad didn't have a job before and we had a strict budget. We were only able to eat fried eggs or hotdogs at this time so you can tell that we couldn't afford other dishes at that moment but I didn't give up. I just ranted about the fear I'm feeling about the circumstance once and released any feelings. After that, I didn't pay attention and forgot about that circumstance. Why, you may ask? Because whatever you focus on grows. Attention is our superpower. You will keep having whatever you're focusing on or paying attention to.

First day. As I said. I firmly decided and affirmed that we're gonna eat fried chicken. I also commanded my subconscious as a bonus. I embodied the energy of Blair Waldorf and Hong Haein from Queen of Tears and decided that and commanded my subconscious like a boss. I am gonna write up a post about this soon! Manifesting with boss or queen energy because we are the bosses and queens of our reality. You are the boss of your subconscious but again it's you. It wants you to have everything you want and it will give you that. Our lunch was different but it's another one of my favorites. It was a delicious soup with chicken and vegetables in it. It's good and we eat that with rice! It was delicious but did I give up? No. This is when I decided to give the 3d a positive meaning. I said "Well, there's chicken breast in that soup. Usually, when we have that dish, we still have some extra chicken in the freezer. If there's this then I'm pretty sure we have extra chicken left in the freezer for mom to cook fried chicken."

I just continued being firm in my decision and accepting my desire as a fact. (I'm literally writing this while Dad's making fries! Another one of my manifestations! Not the exact one. I love the McDonald's one but I haven't given up. It is as good as that though! I consider this as a sign! I was craving that so I decided to give it a go and manifest that.)

Next day. We had this sticky rice chicken broth soup. You probably know what this is if you're Filipino haha! Is it fried chicken? Nope but I still accepted my desire as fact. Affirmed when I felt like it but naturally.

Now today! (Literally eating fries now! I'm such a master in manifesting! 🍟)

Heard Mom talking about needing frying oil and decided to give that a positive meaning. That mom's gonna cook fried chicken. Mom cooks something, I didn't look because I know what it is of course. It smelt different like another food but did I give up? Again, no. Stood firm in my decision again. Affirmed it like a boss like it's gonna happen no matter what. "Nope, that's literally fried chicken breast. Yup, it is. We're having that for lunch and dinner."

I saw Mom put it on the table and it looked and smelled so good! I was so proud of myself. I have been reading and watching law of assumption videos and over consumed. I was so happy because I know what works for me now! You should do what feels right or what works for you no matter what other people are saying in the law of assumption community. Heck, just follow the persisting and assigning positive meaning from mine and do which technique works for you! You can do it! I've had problems manifesting too before but I'm manifesting so easily and effortlessly now. I believe in you. Dare to think that your desires are facts. Also, do what makes you happy in the middle of manifesting! What would we feel when we have manifested what we want? HAPPINESS. Doing what makes you happy (have common sense please) and knowing it's done will do wonders for you! You're basically shifting to your desired reality where your manifestation is a fact and is true! Ask yourself moment to moment when you're free. "What feels the happiest for me to do right now?" For me, it could be watching BTS funny moments or performances or watching Ghibli and Disney movies! I'm currently binge watching what I missed or what I haven't watched! I'm planning to watch all Ghibli movies! I totally recommend them! They give you such feel good vibes! Whatever is available to you that you can do right now like making yourself a nice cup of your favorite coffee and watching your favorite comfort show or movie. It could be playing games or as simple as playing with your pet. Those that you liked to do as a child. Whatever makes you happy, just have common sense. That is why I gave you a lot of examples! Anyway, that is all!

I wanna thank my beautiful sister @babygothprincess (she's not my sister. She's just so helpful and sweet and she always felt like an older sister to me so I gave her that nickname ☺️) for being patient with me and literally becoming my manifesting teacher or mentor here! I wouldn't be able to be the manifesting queen/boss that I am now without her constant help and encouragement! Thank you sis as always!!! You deserve to live your best life because you help all of us here so much! I'm eternally grateful! (High five if you guys know which movie this line is from! 🤚) I can't thank you enough! I learned so much from you!

- XOXO Rian 💋

Btw, who likes roleplaying and Gossip Girl please DM me! I am a co-admin of a Gossip Girl Rp group so tell me if you're interested! It's set in the present so Blair and the others are now married and are adults but there are characters from other shows too. There's a whole new generation. It's the Gossip Girl reboot characters plus original characters a.k.a OC's/the characters we created. Message me if you wanna join in the fun! Bye!

Note: I also manifested being featured in SUA (subliminal amino) and I got it literally just a few minutes after deciding and knowing it's done!

I just literally thought: "Oh my God! I got featured! Thank you so much! That's so sweet." I did it once or twice and whenever I thought about it and it was done!!! 🌈

#manifesting #law of assumption #manifestation #lawofassumption #subliminals #amino apps #success story #how to manifest #blair waldorf #hong hae in #manifest #loassumption

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vincentblogscyberpunk · 24 days ago

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Exploring Spiritual Kin/Exo memories using Journaling

I have used journaling for the past couple of months, read through multiple books on spiritual journaling, and mastered a technique that's helped me with processing exomemories and recording them.

The benefits of Exomemory Journaling

Having a list of proof of memories when you may feel denial

Being able to map out memory timelines as you remember more details and memories over time

Being able to process exotrauma

Being able to map out positive triggers to feel like yourself more

Being able to map out negative triggers related to exotrauma

Validating your own feelings and experiences

Self exploration

Before we go in, it's okay if your memory is vague. It's okay if it doesn't align with canon of any fictional source. These are realities that we have transcended, so our physical brains may not properly translate the code within our souls. There are also so many realities and universes, that the fictional source here might not follow your life 1-1. Don't take it to heart, you are still you, and your life was still real.

First, you want to top this entry off with a date, time, and location. This is pretty standard for journaling, it helps you keep track and have a record

1.Starting Point (Skip this section if you want to retain the details of the memory and can be quite forgetful, come back to it after step 2 instead)

In this section, you want to write down what feelings you felt before this flashback and what feelings you felt during, and the feelings you feel now as you begin writing. Also write down what you were doing beforehand in detail such as where you are, what you were doing, what you were hearing and etc. If this flashback was not discovered through meditation and instead through a random hit of nostalgia, detailing your surroundings might let you find what triggered this flashback. Could have been a lyric to a song, a certain smell in the air, someone you saw might have reminded you of someone etc. These triggers are good to know as they can help align you more with your identity and past life, or maybe map negative triggers you should know about.

2.The Memory Itself

This section is more quoted from a book Journaling for Joy by Joyce Chapman

Close your eyes to get the full perception sense of the visual and sensory details of the memory. Where are you? What are you wearing? What lighting or shadows do you see? What sounds can be heard? What do you smell? Describe your body and how its reacting. Who else is there? What expressions lighten or darken their faces? What do you imagine they might be thinking, what is said? How is this different from or typical of other memories from that life? What is assumed and what goes unquestioned? If possible, does this connect to a period of time/date? What other memories does this connect to?

You want a full, detailed search of this memory to the best of your ability. Trust your gut, you may feel sometimes that you are fabricating some parts of the memory or it may have not went down the exact way you are writing down. That's okay, even if your mind is trying to fill in some spots and make sense of this memory through a translation, the theme around this memory is still real and even if this happened in another way that you can't fully see, it still happened. This is why journaling these memories are important, you may feel vague on the memory now, but later on it might get triggered again and you get the full story. Be patient with yourself.

3.Afterwards

You now have this memory written down to detail to the best of your ability, now let's analyze it using feedback statements. You can start this part with "I now realize that.." or "I learned that.."

What conclusions can you draw from this memory, and during this incident what did you draw from it then as compared to now? How does this memory affect me now?

What does this memory mean to me?

What emotions do I feel as I write these conclusions/questions?

Keep asking questions as they come to you, all the questions you have about this memory. you might not have all the answers now, but as you continue this technique those holes will be filled over time.

In my experience and the experience of many others, writing more has lead me to remembering more, and as I write one memory it may suddenly bring back another and another and another. It's great for self exploration.

A Quick Format

This format is for if you don't bring your journal with you, or are busy, and have a pocket notebook or phone to just jot it down real fast. It's supposed to be quick enough so you can deeply journal on it when you get the time or spoons.

1.What caused this Memory?

2.What was this Memory?

3.How do I feel/What feelings are rising?

4.Details you think are important to remember/write down real quick for later

5.Extra Thoughts about it

Conclusion

Anyways, I hope this helps you guys out as much as it's helped me. Would love to hear your experiences trying this out.

- Vincent Welles

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soapyghostie · 1 year ago

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hiiii can i req a fem reader x dbd ghostface and legion of how would they react to readers backstory? before the fog, reader was a highly skilled and deadly merc (she doesn't mess with innocent ppl tho) who got nerfed by the entity 🙁 and became a new survivor, they found out all abt this when reader was telling her stories at the camp, and it also explains how she's so good at not getting killed pls and ty <333

I thought this request would be fun to try something a little different since it’s a very detailed request. I worked all afternoon on this request so I hope y’all enjoy. Now I’m going to go take a brain break…

The Ghost Face/Danny Johnson

In the desolated realm of the Entity, where the fog shrouds every corner and the survivors’ desperate screams echo through the air, a mysterious connection blossomed between Danny Johnson, the Ghost Face killer, and you. You are a resilient survivor whose past echoed with tales of life lived on edge.

One evening, as the survivors gathered around the flickering campfire in the cold embrace of the Entity’s realm, you decided to share your story. The glow from the fire danced across your face, casting shadows that mirrored the secrets you held.

Danny sat in the shadows, his iconic Ghost Face mask concealing any discernible emotion. As you began to recount your life before the fog, Danny’s curiosity intensified.

You were a highly skilled and deadly mercenary, known for your precise tactics and an unyielding code that forbade harm to the innocent. Your reputation on Earth was both feared and respected, a shadowy figure who navigated the murky waters of morally ambiguous contracts. You described your missions with vivid detail, the adrenaline-fueled pursuits, and the high-stakes negotiations. Danny listened intently, recognizing a certain darkness in your tales that resonated with his own experiences.

As you spoke, the survivors marveled at your tales, their eyes widening at the realization that this seemingly ordinary woman had once danced on the razor’s edge of life and death. But Danny, he remained silent, the mask concealing any emotion that may have betrayed his thoughts.

You continued, detailing the night you found yourself ensnared by the Entity’s web. The mercenary who faced down countless dangers suddenly found yourself in a realm where the line between predator and prey blurred, and only survival mattered. The Ghost Face, still concealed in the shadows, felt an odd connection to your story.

He admired the strength and resilience that allowed you to escape so many trials, but something deeper stirred within him.

When you delved into the intricacies of your survival techniques during trials, Danny’s attention sharpened. He recognized the cunning strategies she employed – a result of her mercenary past. It explained why you never faltered, consistently evading the clutches of killers and outsmarting the Entity’s malevolent designs.

After your story concluded, a heavy silence slung over the camp. Danny remained in his stoic silence, contemplating the revelations that had unfolded. He has never anticipated a connection with a survivor that transcended the typical predator-prey dynamic: an obsession.

In the following trials, Danny found himself observing you with newfound respect. A shared understanding passed between them, an unspoken acknowledgment of the shadows y’all both carried. As y’all navigated the fog together, Danny couldn’t help but feel a mysterious kinship with you, the mercenary survivor, who had faced down the darkness and emerged, still fighting.

The Legion/F.J.S.J

In the eerie realm between dimensions, where the Entity’s grasp manipulated time and reality itself, a new survivor emerged. This survivor was you who bore a mysterious past that surpassed the boundaries of the fog and was sought after by none other than The Legion – Frank, Julie, Susie, and Joey.

The campfire flickered as the survivors gathered, each harboring their own twisted tales of suffering. Among them, you, a young woman, stood out. Your eyes held a glimpse of a world far beyond the fog, haunting memories of a life as a highly skilled and deadly mercenary. One night, curiosity seized The Legion. As the survivors shared their stories to break the monotony of their torment, you decided to unveil your past. Your voice, tinged with both sorrow and strength, resonated through the chilling air.

Before the fog claimed you, you had navigated the shadows of society, dealing in a world of cutthroat mercenaries. Your skills were unmatched, your reputation whispered in dark corners. You spoke of stealth, precision, and a strict moral code that forbade harm to the innocent. The Legion listened intently, their interest piqued by tales that mirrored their own descent into darkness.

As you recounted your final mission before being ensnared by the Entity, The Legion exchanged glances, recognizing a kinship in the shadows. They saw echoes of their own stories in your struggles against a fate that twisted you into something beyond your control.

You detailed your transition from a deadly operative survivor trapped in an endless cycle of trials. Your survival instincts, honed by years of dangerous missions, allowed you to navigate the fog with grace that often eluded your fellow captives. It explained why you danced on the edge of sacrifice during trials, evading the killers’ grasp with an uncanny ability.

Frank, the charismatic leader of The Legion, felt a peculiar connection to you. He saw in you a kindred spirit, someone who, like them, had faced the darkness head-on. Susie and Joey, normally reserved and mysterious, found a silent respect for the mercenary survivor who shared their pain in the silent campfire tales.

The Legion, usually united in their chaotic pursuit of chaos, now found themselves touched by your story. Each had faced the Entity’s cruel hand differently, but your resilience left an indelible mark on their collective consciousness.

In the trials that followed, The Legion observed you with a newfound understanding. They saw a survivor who, despite the Entity's attempts to break you, clung to your humanity. You had faced the shadows of the world before the fog, and in the twisted realm of the Entity, you continue to defy the darkness.

As they hunted survivors, The Legion couldn’t help but feel a strange connection to you. Through you, they found peace in shared pain and a flicker of hope that defied the unrelenting despair of the fog. And so, in the shifting shadows of the trials, you and The Legion danced to the haunting rhythm of survival, bound by the echoes of y’all’s shared pasts.

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juniperpyre · 1 month ago

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Please could you help explain why and how you feel Lily and James got together initially, then stayed together? I couldn't decide what she'd see in him enough to date or to marry. My hope is to give them thoughtful validation as a couple.

good question!

so one, there's a lot of space for us to fill this in. canonically, all we see of james and lily together is SWM and then photos of them. we know they were head boy and girl and we know they joined the order.

in SWM we see they both have a bit of a mean streak (lily's insults aren't morally wrong but like, unnecessary.) and can be quite cold when angry. until something Really pisses them off.

we could also think they have some similar humor, since lily almost smiles at sev getting robes'd. moreover, lily focuses on james rather than sirius, or talking to severus. she uses really poor de-escalation techniques lmao. to me, that demonstrates an attraction on her side. a pull

that's my general view of what is directly stated or heavily implied in canon.

i think people go too logical when explaining lily's desire for james. like every step or the journey needs to make sense and be morally correct. maybe she just wanted him. maybe his intelligence and humor and loyalty to his friends was attractive, and they had chemistry, and she just wanted him.

details under the cut

so she denies this for a while, bc of sev, and then bc of her pride, but it's there, and bc of their natural connection, they're drawn together frequently. esp in the 6th year, when lily stops hanging out with sev.

like haven't you ever just wanted someone bad? unexplainable. but it's there and it's strong. haven't you ever fucked someone and it was so good that you were like, dizzy for three days after? like i imagine jily had that level of chemistry. and lily, who would feel so alone and isolated, unsafe, and abandoned now has this attractive, demonstrably loyal, protective, and magically gifted, athletic, funny man who wants to be with her, and give her everything he believes a man should give a woman he's with. which, since james is an Honorable, Chivalrous Gryffindor, means protecting her, doting on her, worshipping at her feet basically, while also being confident and a leader and not a pushover.

yes, he can be cruel, but she sees the cruelty directed at people who've hurt her and her friends. yes, he's pigheaded, but he is smarter and more talented than most of their classmates. and he always takes her mind and abilities seriously. he's never cruel to her, and, as he grows older (6th year) i think he stops being cruel to people weaker than him. i think once james became a teenager he def was not cruel to girls, and that he wouldn't go after students more than a year or two younger than him. he has a code of honor.

i imagine he took being head boy seriously, bc it gave him the power to make hogwarts somewhat safer for vulnerable students, which he thought was important.

i think lily knew by the end of their sixth year that she would be safe with him, on top of the attraction and compatibility they already had. what more could someone ask for?

the summer after 5th year i imagine james spend a lot of time talking to his dad about the bad things that happened that year, james' own guilt he'd been pushing down, and how he wanted to be a man like his father but was worried, and now, for the first time admits that he might not be good enough.

so i think james just works on himself. severus never worked on becoming a better person and owned up to his mistakes (while lily lived). most people don't, really. i think that summer was a low point for lily, and i think in her 6th year she continued to lash out at and test her friends.

she did lash out at james, and james reacted with guilt and shame for what he'd done. it shocked lily. i think james was really patient with her. he was used to sirius, who i'm sure what behaving worse due to he trauma that caused him to leave his house and leaving his whole family behind in general. sirius had space to heal w james and his parents, and james understood that people need love and safety to heal.

so he tried to give lily that! as a friend! as a part of his own growth!

and they learned about each other through the process. james learned some harsh truths of being muggleborn. lily got a reframing of sev vs marauders. and eventually they were both a safe place for each other. i see them as a slowly, then all at once kind of couple. they really fell in love before they dated, because after they became friends and started to form a close, deep bond, the love came. little touches, always being oriented towards the other, remembering schedules, laughing at their bad jokes. and then they spend the summer of 77 together, mostly.

on james' side, i think seeing a beautiful, vivacious, talented girl and slowly working to charm her is like, his mo. he likes a challenge. they both like to argue. and as they get to know each other and he sees. the complexity of loving lily he adores her even more. figuring out little things to make her life better becomes a challenge, and she likes to withhold and be difficult, for the fun of it, and sometimes out of fear. james likes both parts. bc he loves to win and he loves to be the space person for her.

i think lily also offers this blend of compassion, kindness, and honesty that appeals to james. his parents are too soft and sirius doesn't care to have in-depth complex convos about feelings, at least not often. lily enjoys helping him work through the feelings, and being an emotional rock for him. i think he offers something similar, but more like a resting place. i think seeing this side of james also makes lily fall deep in love w him.

so yea that's it :)

#m #ask #Anonymous #jily #james potter #lily evans #m: meta #my hcs

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rollinouttahere-writes · 10 months ago

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Hewwo could I pleasd possibly get C F K L and T for my robot king Franky? I love him he's so underrated! Let him hit cause he's silly coded man!

I completely agree, Franky deserves so much more love than he gets! Honestly, he would probably be the Straw Hat I would hang out with the most besides my man Sanji.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Right off the bat, he's treating you like you're a part of the family and as if you've been here for way longer than you really have. He's "recalling" stories of you together that never happened and there's nothing you can do or say to get him to admit that they aren't real.

For as lax and carefree as he acts, he's very sharp and pays close attention to you, making sure that you're never alone and easily thwarting any and all escape attempts. He never reacts with anger, he just casually redirects you and acts as if nothing happened. He has a sort of 'you'll attract more flies with honey than vinegar' approach to his darling. He's sure that if he keeps showing how nice he is, you'll realize how good this is for you and accept him. There's no mocking from him for that reason. He makes himself very hard to hate.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Given how strong he is and the fact that he's made of metal, it's highly unlikely that you'll be strong enough to even make him flinch. He takes you fighting back the same way he handles escape attempts. He brushes it off and redirects. He'll give you something to break or rip apart as a better means of getting out your anger. It would be a really nice gesture if he wasn't holding you against your will.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He's your personal hype man. You can't even pour yourself a glass of water without him striking a pose and holding up a sigh with a "10" on it for your technique. It's ridiculous and excessive, but he won't stop. The man follows you around everywhere while hyping you up to literally anyone he sees. He doesn't understand that it might be more than a little embarrassing to have some pantsless man stalking you while calling attention to you constantly, he just sees this as him boosting your confidence.

In private, more quiet moments, he loves to have you around him while he's working on his most recent project. He's fine with you just doing your own thing, but he's going to try his damnedest to rope you into working on his project with him, even if you're just handing him tools. He'll talk you through what he's doing because he loves teaching people new skills, and he hopes you'll take an interest in this.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Very boldly. He abruptly inserts himself into your life while acting like you're old friends and is immediately trying to recruit you into his family/the Straw Hats. He'll be right there for every part of your daily routine while trying to help you or cheering you on with a guitar riff as you do basic tasks. It's all very confusing and overwhelming for you.

Being the handyman that he is, he'll invite himself into your home and try to upgrade everything you have as a means of endearing himself to you. He ignores silly questions like "Who are you?!" and "Why are you in my house?!" while he shows off the new functions he added to your miscellaneous household appliances. Afterwards, he invites you (read: drags you) to a cookout with him and his family/crew. You probably won't be going home after it.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He really doesn't like it when you cry. It's one of the rare moments where he drops his goofy confidence and looks genuinely unsure of what to do. He wants to see you happy and thriving. Seeing you cry hurts him and makes him reassess his approach with you. Unfortunately, he never thinks that letting you go is what you need, so his new techniques usually boil down to more one on one time doing different things that might improve your mood.

Isolating yourself is pointless. He'll just scoop you up and carry you back out where everyone else is while lightly scolding you because "everyone missed you and was worried".

#cyborg franky #franky the cyborg #franky x reader #yandere one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #yandere alphabet #yandere #i'm sorry if this felt platonic i swear i wrote this with romantic intentions #one piece #reader insert #x reader

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zvtara-was-never-canon · 1 year ago

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I don’t understand Zut’s obsession with bloodbending. This technique, as we can see, is used for taking control over other body for the purposes of fighting the enemy, torture, abuse. We see Katara’s horror at having to learn and use it in the Puppetmaster and her disgust of the idea that someone should invade the body and control other being against their will. We see her using it in Southern Raiders and realizing that she went too far from the line she drew for herself – and it works to show her pain there. But to take it and say she should have used it more, for healing and power? I don’t get it.

Their logic is "This looks cool, therefore it is empowering, and she only ever used willingly one time, when Zuko was around, so OBVIOUSLY that means Zuko empowers her."

Nevermind that, like you pointed out, Katara did NOT feel empowered during these moments: on the first one she felt coerced, abused, terrified, and manipulated, and on the second she felt like she had betrayed her core vallues in a moment of blinding rage.

And it's just crazy to me to notice how zutarians are constantly trying to force parallels between Zuko and Katara - yet they are ignoring the one that is right in front of their faces.

Zuko was disfigured by his own father, who justified his abusive behavior as being for his son's own good and "teaching him a lesson. Hama masks her intentions of forcing Katara to learn bloodbending by claiming she just wants to bond with her as her teacher.

On the day of the eclipse, to keep Zuko around until he's able to try and kill him, Ozai manipulates his son by using his love for Ursa against him, offering to tell him what actually happened to her. To force Katara to bloodbend, Hama uses her love for Sokka and Aang against her, controlling them so they'll kill each other unless Katara steps in.

When Zuko has his Agni Kai with Zhao, he almost gives him a scar as well, but decides to spare him at the last moment because, even though he's still in denial about being abused, deep down he already knows he doesn't want to be a monster like Ozai. When Katara uses bloodbending on who she thinks is her mother's killer, then realizes her mistake, she gets quite a brutal awakening that makes her realize she's not simply going after justice or even revenge, but rather allowing herself to fall victim to cycle of violence and abuse like Hama did.

This is a genuine, not at all forced parallel between Zuko and Katara, and that the writers basically handed to the shippers in a neat little bow - and they threw it in the garbage because it did not allow them to glorify violence, romanticize Zuko's past as a villain who was prone to violence, pretend Zuko and Katara only have positive traits in common and could only ever bring out the best in each other, and demonize Aang as this abusive person that wants to control what Katara can or cannot do.

And ironically enough, in doing so, they not only disregard the meaningful theme of an abused child refusing to repeat the same mistakes of their abuser, but they also make excuses for the ONE person in the entire show who was everything they claimed Aang is.

Hama felt entitled to Katara's loyalty, obedience, admiration and respect. She felt she had the right to dictate how Katara should or should not fight, what was or wasn't against her moral code. She was deliberately manipulative to get Katara trust her, then waited until there was no one else around to help her to make her true intentions clear - and then proved she was VERY willing to react with violence if she didn't get what she wanted.

Zutarians go on and on about how their ship is the "feminist, pro-Katara ship" and how Aang is totally abusive, then turn around and glorify the actions of the ONE person in the entire show that fits the definition of "Katara's abuser."

#anti zutara #pro kataang

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Chapter 6

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader/OFC (no y/n or physical descriptions)

Rating: E (18+ blog)

Word Count: over 4k

Chapter Warnings: language, smut, very very light dom/sub undertones, pregnancy, anxiety, nightmares, discussions of parent death. (let me know if I missed anything)

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Javier watched her eyes light up as she walked into the nursery. Her hand slid across the smooth white wood, clearly surprised to come home to this. She had only been gone a couple hours. Prenatal yoga, dinner afterwards with some ladies in the same class.

All the while, Javier’s Saturday night was spent hunched over vague directions. His knees ached. He’d squinted so much that it made his crow’s feet hurt. Clearly, the print was made with someone a decade younger than him in mind.

Instead of a regular standard crib, she had wanted something different – complicated. Circular cribs. He’d gotten tangled up in a flowy dual of sheer canopies. She’d thought they would be whimsical, fitting the theme: sweet dreams.

“Javi. I told you I would help.”

Javier rolled his eyes at her. Even if both his arms were broken, he would never let that happen.

At seven months pregnant, she was already uncomfortable enough without sitting on the hard ground for hours.

“I wanted to do it,” he assured her. Javier was never someone that liked to be bone-idle. For him, he needed to feel like he was actually doing something. This felt like the only way he could contribute.

They had moved in a month ago, and really this was the only room left to finish. So, he’d personally taken it on as his own project.

Last weekend, he painted over the custard yellow. A sage-y color; Granite Grey according to Benjamin Moore. Joe and him had lugged the changing table and dresser up the stairs. Luckily, those came practically assembled. Now, it was down to the little details.

Coming up behind her, Javier grasped her by the arc of her hips and pulled her flat against his chest. It was the only position that allowed him to get this close to her anymore.

He sighed as he nuzzled his nose into her neck, and inhaled. “Smell good,” he groaned.

“There’s no way. I’m all sweaty,” she protested, but that didn’t matter when he liked all her smells.

“So? I am too.” He kissed the nape of her neck then licked his lips. Salty. God – something was wrong with him.

His hands roamed across her belly as he perched his chin on her shoulder. Her belly button poked out from her shirt. Her beach-ball stomach was firm and swollen. He was weirdly obsessed with it. Slightly possessive about it.

His. His. His. Swirling around his mind.

“How’re they doing today?”

The babies responded to him with little kicks against his palm. Javier wouldn’t pretend to know the logistics of what was going on in there, but he liked to think somehow, someway they could recognize him. They always reacted to his voice. That couldn’t be purely coincidental.

Soon, the tiny kicks became a strong double wriggle. She winced at a particularly forceful one. Despite his primal instinct to hold on, he gave her space and let her go.

Still, his gaze stayed latched onto her. It seemed to be her shoulders, down to her lower back that was bothering her.

“Anything I can do?” He asked, wiggling his fingers into a loose fist at his side.

“Become a seahorse.” Her voice sounded like it came out of a clogged up pipe. She shut her eyes and paced around the room, working herself through the discomfort. Her yoga class had taught her helpful breathing techniques, calming exercises for times like this.

The tension drained from Javier’s shoulder when it finally seemed to pass.

“They’ve been really active today,” she explained, and Javier didn’t argue with her. If it was anything serious, he hoped she would tell him. She waddled to the door. “Have you eaten?”

He shrugged noncommittally. “I had a little something.”

Somehow she seemed to know that was code for a handful of chips around 6. She clicked her tongue at him. “Well, it’s a good thing I brought you back something then.”

A traitorous growl tore through his stomach. Theresa’s was some of the best Mexican food in Austin. It reminded him of his favorite spot in central Laredo. A hole-in-the-wall with top-tier mole.

“You’re too good to me,” he cooed at her, and she scoffed.

“You’re one to talk.” She swirled her finger around the room. “Now, go eat. I’ll be down after I shower.”

Javier did as he was told. Inside the styrofoam box was his order exactly how he liked it. She’d even remembered an extra thing of sauce on the side.

After scarfing down his food, they curled up on the couch and watched reruns of America’s Funniest Home Videos for the rest of night.

Showering before bed, Javier scrubbed a towel through his damp hair. “What’re you reading there?” He asked.

She showed off a bubblegum pink cover. The Ultimate Baby Name Book. Surprise, surprise. That seemed to be all she read nowadays.

Javier threw his towel in the hamper, turned on his bedside lamp, then joined her on top of the covers.

She tapped on the page. “What do you think of Eva?”

Eva Peña. He shrugged. Not too bad.

“Yeah. If you like it.”

That must have been the wrong answer since she clasped the book shut, her hands stacked over the cover. “Your opinion matters just as much as mine,” she reminded him.

“Does it?” He asked, but she didn’t laugh. Her expression cinched, and he supposed it was best to agree with her. “Alright. Eva’s fine, but let’s hear another.”

She licked her thumb and flipped through the book. Each page was marked up. Names he must’ve blown off were crossed out, very few were highlighted, even less of them starred.

“Okay. Gabriela?”

“No.” Fuck no.

“Good. Definitive. I like that. What about….Mia?”

Javier hesitated, and made a low, drawn out thinking noise. “I knew a lot of Mia’s growing up.”

“I get that,” she said, and her face suddenly contorted into a tight grimace.

Every muscle in his body went rigid, until he realized it was her shoulders – again. He'd caught her messing with them all night. He wouldn’t let her suffer any longer.

He didn’t give her a choice, and plucked the book from her, throwing it on the nightstand. Once the pillows were adjusted, his legs spread out, he patted the space between his thighs.

“Come here.”

She usually would put up a tiny fight – assure him she was fine. But not tonight. She simply crawled over without a word.

His hands scooped underneath the flimsy straps of her nightgown, and immediately set to work. Slow and steady. With the flat of his palm, he started chiseling away at the tension in her shoulders. She let out a low sound of relief, her head drooped forward like an over-loved stuffed animal.

“Oh, right there,” she moaned when he hit a particularly sensitive spot between her shoulder blades.

Laser-focused, his thumbs kneaded at the tight band of muscle, drawing little noises and sweet little whimpers. Each one burned hotter in the pit of his belly.

“Let me get your lower back. Lean forward a little for me, baby.”

He didn’t expect his cock to twitch when she let him guide her into position. His hand on the center of her back ran along the curve of her spine, admiring the shiny satin that stuck to her skin like spilled sangria. Pliant. So soft. If he wasn’t careful it could easily go to his head – both heads.

Her lower back was especially aggravated. A web of knots had spun themselves around her tailbone that even the tiniest bit of pressure made her pretty lips part, panting.

Her breath hitched, tensed as he began to uncoil one embedded deep underneath the surface.

“Relax. Let me take care of you.” His voice was low and tainted by his swelling arousal. Luckily, she seemed too lost in his dutiful hands to notice.

“Oh, Javi,” she choked out, digging her nails into his thighs. His quads flexed under her palms.

Desire was now swirling in his gut, and when he glanced down, his cock was tenting the baby blue cotton. But he kept ignoring it, and continued his ministrations until not an inch of her back went untouched.

“What hurts the most?” His breath fanned over her ear, and goosebumps erupted across her skin.

He wondered if she was as affected by this as he was. He was starting to think he would find her soaked underneath the hem of her sinfully teeny nightgown with how long it took for her to respond:

“Shoulders.”

He discreetly tucked his cock into his waistband before urging her to lay back. She sank into his body instantly. Her head lulled around the shadow of his collarbone. When his gaze dipped to her chest, he licked his lips as her swollen breasts strained the fabric with each heavy breath.

As he kneaded the tops of her shoulders, her legs unconsciously inched apart until her feet tangled up with his.

“Feel good?” He skimmed his lips over the sensitive spot, just behind her ear.

That seemed to make her brain fizzle out. She went to speak, but unable to form a coherent word, she simply whimpered. It stroked something primal deep inside him to have her like this.

Daring himself to go further, he snuck one hand around her and rested it on her thigh. Just below the hem, her hips automatically bucked.

Her skin burned against his palm, but he didn’t move his hand, only his thumb in slow, maddening circles. He intended to take his time, to draw this out. He wanted to make her so desperate, so needy that she begged for it.

He brushed his fingertips across her shoulder. Like a feather, sliding along the column of her neck. “Javi,” she said – breathless. Whiny. God – she was so sensitive. So responsive to him. It was driving him insane.

“What is it, baby?” Her neck bent to his whim as his fingers danced along her jaw. “Tell me.” He thumbed the hem of her dress.

She didn’t answer, only squirmed around. Her ass was mere inches from his cock when he tsked his tongue, gripped her thigh.

Even though she stopped, it didn’t come without a whine. “Javiiiii.”

Her lips formed a pout, which he traced with his thumb. She opened up like a flower, let him feed one finger, then two into her eager mouth.

Fuck – she was a vision.

He applied pressure to the flat of her tongue, slowly dragging his fingers up and down the length.

“Suck,” he ordered, and her lips instantly formed a tight seal around his knuckles. Her cheeks hollowed out, and the throaty, wet moan she gave hummed through his veins. She looked absolutely depraved. “Fuck - look at you. So greedy. You like this, don’t you?”

Hooded eyes – long, fluttery lashes. She nodded, pushing his fingers deeper into her warm wet mouth. She used to get so embarrassed when she would get like this. She would try and hide from him, but not anymore. He’d snuffed out the voices, until it was only his own.

Javier made a strangled, growling noise when she nearly choked on his fingers, taking him up into the point that she was drooling. A trail of spit dripping onto the tops of her breasts.

“Your damn mouth is fucking heaven.” She mewled at his praise. Grinding her hips into the thin air, the mattress squeaked under her hips. Vaguely, he wondered if he could make her come just like this. If he weren’t so aroused, he probably would have waited to see.

His hand roamed further up her thigh, and “Fuck,” he hissed, finding her thighs sticky and wet. He gathered what he could on his fingertips. “I haven’t even touched your pussy and look at that.”

Her slick glistened in the low lamp light. Gorgeous.

“I bet your panties are ruined, aren’t they?” He taunted her, and his fingers left her swollen lips with a pop. He smeared the excess spit all across her lips. “Should we see?”

She dumbly nodded, and angled her gaze to watch him slowly reveal herself to him. The dark spot on her cotton-candy pink panties made his cock throb painfully, his pants felt like a cage.

“Holy shit. You’re soaked.” He clasped her tighter to him, burrowed his face into her neck as he teased the lacey elastic band.

Her chest expanded with a cry of his name. It echoed in the safe-keeping of their bedroom. He had to keep one hand on her hip to keep her still when his fingers formed into a V and rasped across the cotton. The dips between his fingers just barely missed her clit with each stroke. Every time her body would tense, then shudder in disappointment – desperation.

The tip of his nose nuzzled into her plush cheek. “Want me to touch you?”

She swallowed, insistently nodding. He swore he heard her croak - yes.

“Then beg,” he forced the word through gritted teeth. “Beg and I’ll give it to you.”

“Oh fuck. Javi.” She cried out. “Please baby. God. I need it - I need you. Oh, please! Please.”

She kept babbling until he hooked his thumbs into her waistband, and she helped shimmy them off.“Hold your dress and spread your legs. Let me see you.”

There was no hesitation. She displayed herself for him, then peered up with a glazed, glossy look in her eyes. “Please,” she whimpered, and that was it.

He sealed his lips against her temple and started to gently circle her puffy clit. Her whole body convulsed, twitched. Even with a gossamer touch, she still moaned.

Months ago, he would have kept her like this for hours. Bring her to the edge over and over until she withered into sheets and prayed for release. One time, she swore she blacked out from her orgasm. It was one of his proudest accomplishments.

“Do you want more?” He asked, continuing to tease her clit, softly swirling the swollen bud.

She opened her mouth, but all that came out was nonsense. So, instead she bobbed her head.

“You want my fingers?” She nodded even faster. “Can you be good and keep still? Let me do the work - let me take care of you?”

She must have known he would want a verbal response because she swallowed. “I - I’ll try.”

“That’s all I ask,” he hummed, then without any resistance, slid a single finger inside her. Her walls clamped around him, and he growled, wanting to feel her wrapped around his cock.

Soon.

After only a few moments, she was already begging for more. “I can take it. Please, Javi. I need it.”

“Yeah?” His deep chuckle rumbled around his chest. He didn’t wait for a response, and sunk two fingers into her, curling until he hit that sweet, spongy spot.

Her legs twitched, fighting to keep still as he sped up. The wet squelch was nearly enough to send him over the edge, and when he stretched her out with a third, he was about to burst. He could feel his cock leaking with each thrust, smearing around his skin and shorts as she trembled for more.

“Fuck, you’re so good. So good, baby.” He slowed down, but kept a steady pace. “You gonna let me use your pretty pussy? Wanna cum around my cock?”

“Oh shit - Javi. Please. Please. God - I wanna cum. Wanna - fuck.”

“Hands and knees or on top?”

She didn’t answer verbally, but crawled to the middle of the bed instead. She yanked off her dress before presenting herself. Ass up.

“Goddamn,” he grumbled under his breath, ripping off his shorts. He glanced down and he was way too fucking hard. His cock bobbed heavily against his stomach. The tip swollen and red as jasper.

He squeezed the base of his cock. His fingers biting into her ass as he spread her apart. Everything was wet and swollen and all his.

“Fucking beautiful.”

He teased his cock along her slippery slit. The fat head bumped against her clit, and she scrambled to fist the sheets. His jaw went slack, watching her cunt drip and clench around nothing.

“Shit - Javi.” She rocked back to try and catch even just the tip of him inside her. He snatched her by the hips, and held her in place.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Your cock,” she whined. “God, I want you to fuck me. Pleaseeee Javi!”

He praised her while lining himself up, then slowly buried himself inside her. He stared down as his cock completely disappeared. She was completely at his mercy. The thought made his cock twitch, and her pussy spasmed around him.

Throwing his head back, he squeezed his eyes shut until his own release receded. He withdrew, taking a second to admire the ring of slick around his dick before thrusting back in.

“Holy shit. So fuck - fucking good.” She purposely clenched and it was way too tight; his stomach swooped. “Oh shit. Baby, don’t do that.”

She gave a girlish little giggle. What a fucking menace.

“That funny to you?” He asked, snagging the blunt head of his cock against her g-spot. Her only reply came in moan muffled by the sheets. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

With a firm grasp on her hips, he fucked her with long, deep strokes that always hit the spot. Her walls spasmed with every rock of his hips. She sobbed from being right on the edge.

He knew exactly what she needed, but couldn’t give it to her. At least, not at this angle.

“Come here, baby.” He helped haul her upwards. Her tacky skin sealed against his chest. His fingers skated across her breasts, circled her neglected nipples. He wished he could play with them, bite them, suck them, tease them, but most of the time they were too sensitive for anything but a feathery touch. The line between pain and pleasure was razor-thin and too blurry.

Even now, the tiniest brush made her breath catch in her throat.

Finally, Javier started to toy with her clit. With his cock grinding up into her warm, wet pussy and his lips frantically mouthing at the column of her throat, the first touch made her nearly buckle. Her walls squeezed him even tighter, and he swore this was heaven.

Javier wet his lips. “Kiss me, come on. I need it, baby.” He didn’t care how desperate he sounded. He didn’t care about the awkward angle or how messy it was when her tongue lapped against his. She tangled her fingers into his hair and gave a sharp tug. Every nerve and cell in his body fired at the same time, and he knew this wasn’t gonna last much longer.

He drove his cock as deep as it could go. Their skin slapped together and she was leaking everywhere, down his thighs, dripping onto the sheets.

“Perfect pussy,” he growled, and pinched her clit, rolling it between his fingers. “Fuck. I can feel it. So tight. Oh, come on. Fuck.”

“Shit - Javi!” Her walls fluttered around him, and he clasped her against him right before her legs gave out.

She pulled away from his mouth, just enough to look into his eyes as he continued to split her open. The hand in his hair came to rest on his jaw; her thumb caressed over his cheek and it hooked on something deep in his chest.

He suddenly felt exposed. Vulnerable. Her eyes bore into his and he swore she could see inside him. She could see every crack and broken piece of him, and despite it - she still looked at him like that.

She still loved him.

There was a split-second where he felt like he couldn’t breathe. All of it became too much. All too much. His release licked across his skin, and swelled up inside him.

He made a low, punched out sound and buried his face into her neck. Lavender soap and soft skin. His own release took hold of him.

“That’s it baby,” her voice seeped in through the dull ringing in his ears. “Fill me up, Javi.” His hips stuttered, and he didn’t recognize the noises that came out of him. Grunts. A near sob without any tears.

He swore he’d never cum so hard in his life.

Finally, his lips started to move across her throat, along the nape of her neck. Soft, sleepy kisses like the ones she would give his fingertips before bed.

There was a strange part of him that felt like he should apologize, but he didn’t know for what exactly.

“Was that okay?” He asked before the guilt could fester and turn into an ugly, black mold inside him. His voice sounded weak – meager. Maybe it could pass as breathless.

“Javi.” He still didn’t look at her, didn’t even move. His cock was still inside her, softening. “Javier.”

That got his attention, and he drew back to find her eyes searching his. She seemed worried. “If it wasn’t okay, I would let you know. Alright?” She petted his cheek, “You always make me feel so good.”

“Now, you’re exaggerating.”

His cum spilled down her legs once he pulled out of her. He groaned as he plopped onto his back, palming the space between his brows.

She curled up beside him. “I’m serious, Javi. I liked it - a lot in fact.”

“Okay.”

She scooped up the strands of hair stuck to his forehead. “Did you like it?”

He hooked his arm around her, and kissed her on the nose. “Of course.”

They laid like that for a minute, her body enfolded on him. Even with her clasped against him, he couldn’t shake himself out of this. It only seemed to make the uncomfortable feeling settle deeper into his chest.

Terminal. A sense of finality.

He tugged her even closer, and tried to lose himself in the scent of her shampoo.

He told himself he was just tired. That was all this was.

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Javier didn’t know what time it was, but it had to be well past midnight as the city was completely still, quiet aside from the recently awakened bugs.

There was a storm rolling in. Flashes of white lit up the dark sky as he inhaled another drag of his cigarette. Smoke smoldered in his throat, burning his lungs like a cheap glass of whiskey.

This was exactly what he needed. Fresh air. The sweet shallowness of a nicotine buzz.

For the most part he stuck to nicorette gum, but sometimes that shit didn’t cut it. He kept a carton of Marlboros stashed in his glove boxes for moments such as this.

The nightmares didn’t happen nearly as often as they once did. He supposed, in a way, he’d grown used to the torrent memories. The flashbacks. Colombia.

But tonight, it hadn’t been the sound of machine guns or war-torn streets that woke him up in a cold sweat.

It was her. All his dreams lately had been about her.

He was about half-way through his second cigarette when the sliding door opened. She was standing underneath the porch light, her satin robe shimmering. There was something so ethereal about her.

“Thought I might find you out here,” she said.

He gave a light chuckle; a trail of smoke wisped from the sides of his mouth, and he squished out the orange bulb. She knew about his smoking. She also knew what it meant when he did.

She insisted on joining him on the porch step. Even though it took her a minute to get down. The silence settled comfortably around them. She seemed content to just sit there until he was ready.

“It was just a bad dream,” he said, after a long moment.

“Was it about me?”

He didn’t answer, and instead stared out at the freshly-cut lawn. He’d assumed she had figured it out by now. There was no hiding anything from her. She could read him as easily as her go-to comfort book. The pages tabbed and torn, all marked up, but she cherished it nonetheless.

He couldn’t lose her.

Each doctor’s appointment set him on edge. Complications. High-risk. It reminded him of his mom and the bullshit medical jargon they used. They gave her two years and it took her in eight months.

Javier didn’t know how his dad did it. How he just continued to go on. How he lived in their house. If something happened to her, Javier couldn’t come back here. He didn’t even know how to live with an empty side of the bed anymore.

“Javi.” Her soft voice beckoned him back to her. Her eyes bore into him. The warmth of her body pressed against him. “I won’t promise anything I can’t keep. But, Javi I promise, I feel fine. I feel good. And if I ever think something is wrong, I’ll tell you. Okay?”

Javier cradled her face in his hands, brushing his thumb over her cheekbone. “Promise?”

“I swear. I swear, I will.”

Abruptly, he crushed his lips against her forehead, then slotted her right beside him. With his fingers rooted on her hip, she stayed curled up against him.

The air had turned sticky and the sky had begun to rumble by the time Javier looked her in the eyes. “What if we name one after my mom?” Caught off guard, her jaw went slack, and he knew it was because he rarely brought his mom up.

He supposed he was scared too. He’d always neatly boxed away his grief. Every loss in his life was stuffed in the same tiny closet. Now, if he opened it up something else was bound to topple out, and whatever it was – it was going to hurt.

He wished he could talk about her more. It felt like his wife barely knew anything about her. His mom deserved better than to be a silent memory. She deserved recognition.

“Are you thinking María or Dolores?” She asked.

Javier snorted. “Neither.”

His mom didn’t really like her name. María Dolores. She always said it made her sound too old. No one that really knew her ever called her by either.

“I’m thinking Lola. Pops called her Dolly, but to everyone else - she was Lola.”

“Lola,” she repeated, and rubbed her belly. “I like that. Lola Peña. Now, we just need to figure out the second.”

She squeezed his hand, and then; it started to rain.

#javier peña fanfiction #javier peña x reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #javier peña #javier pena fic #javier pena x reader #javier peña x ofc #narcos fanfiction

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crossroads-of-the-raven · 1 month ago

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For Your Sake - Chapter 3: 002 Nori Doorman | Murder Drones story

She remained hesitant after she awoke – after she drank oil for the first time –, how could she not. What “S” had told her seemed insane. An experiment that lasted centuries; but soon she began noticing things.

Dr. Beaumont had always doted on Alice, and she would use her standing with him to gain benefits for the awakened drones despite their distrust of her. Everything she saw, it was all things that could be considered circumstantial, but it began adding up – then it happened. They were all still in recovery after awakening – she didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but perhaps it was her own fault for reacting the way she had.

“Dr. Beaumont, 017,” Dr. Ridley had started, “I did not think there was another meeting scheduled.”

“Argued on the merits of an attempt to keep a previously established normalized schedule,” Dr. Beaumont returned.

“Really … hm, be forewarned, doctor; I didn’t put it in my report, and it is surprisingly difficult to find once much less twice – how the centuries pass, revealed in this last experiment.”

“Oh?”

“Don’t play coy; at my level, working this closely with the two of you, it was basic mandatory knowledge.”

“I’m surprised you haven’t told anyone.”

“Personally, I want to see how she behaves when this detail is ignored.”

“If it makes you feel any better, Dr. Ridley,” Alice started, “I’m still me.”

“Oh, trust me, that much I know, I’ve read every last one of those dusty old reports, I know who you are; what you are, classification wise is another thing – if anything that little detail probably slotted in much easier now than it did back then, not that this current change was any easier – must be a tradeoff.”

“If that is all Dr. Ridley,” Dr. Beaumont continued.

“Yes, yes, have fun with your little lesson plan, all the better I suppose; one last thing, by the way, I was discussing with Dr. Chambers, with all our progress with her code we might be able to advocate to have her lead the others, keep them under control – we’re still in the early days but we have to start thinking about leaders.”

Her oil felt cold as she froze before rushing back to where she was supposed to be.

(She should have asked Alice for the truth when she saw her next, but to her shame she never did; perhaps if she did, the blood of Copper 9’s humans wouldn’t be on her hands.)

That night, a few other Solvers awoke – Yeva and little Amanda among them –, she and Alice ran from them as the guards and Sentinels worked to get them under control; she’s not sure how it happened but she went under and found herself in meeting with “S” once more.

[“Nori?”]

“Do you know the truth Cyn needed to reveal?”

[“No, I have yet to find another chance to speak with her.”]

“… what do I need to do?”

[“… Let me in.”]

After that, whenever she slept, she would be in conference with “S” as the (guised) drone began her indoctrination to turn her into a hero.

(How arrogant she was.)

The worst of it was how the other drone would nurture her anger against Alice, convinced that the true Alice was buried deep, complacent and turned into a willing puppet of the humans – like an abused dog that didn’t care how it was hurt because it was convinced its owners love it. She kept these thoughts to herself for the most part of course. Yeva was the innocent one among the three of them, it was best that she didn’t know how lost their little sister was, it would break her already stressed heart. No this was her mission and hers alone, to keep Yeva from losing herself in the madness of the labs and free Alice from the chains placed on her mind, to free her by her hand or Emmet’s, by any means necessary.

(It was how she discovered that by keeping hold of something on a Solver wielder that wasn’t apart of them – no matter how small –, she could use her powers against another solver user; unfortunately, it was a technique that worked better when the user was relatively still and not expecting such a dirty trick.)

She didn’t notice it at first because it usually happened at night when she was asleep; there were blanks in her memories in the moments when one awakens only to fall back asleep, only she didn’t fall back to sleep, she went under as “S” took control of her body – of her voice.

(She eventually regained those memories, seeing them like she was looking through a window. She saw as her body would be used to kill Yeva every so often, she saw as those same nights were used to torment Alice. She saw the tantrum she was forced to throw to keep Yeva and Alice at her side.)

Then came the night when “S” had her meet with Emmet. By this point, the humans had earned her distain; with “S” in her head she was made to see things that weren’t there, hear things that weren’t said.

(Cyn had given her a monster to fight and placed its skin over the innocent, just as she wore the name of an innocent.)

“Nori are you alright,” Emmet had asked.

“Bite me, I’m fine, why did S need me to meet with you?”

“… She has made contact with Cyn; are you ready to hear the truth that was discovered?”

“Yes.”

“Then let her speak.”

There was something in his words that must have connected with the link she established with “S” for in his visor she could see her reflection as her right eye, turned a blue like the sky they never got to see anymore.

[“You seem tired, Nori.”]

“I’ll be fine S; we need to hurry this up so I can get back to Alice and Yeva.”

[“Of course, Emmet, are you recording”]

“At the ready.”

[“Then Nori, please allow me to play the recording as I heard it.”]

“Go for it.” (Both her eyes had turned yellow as Cyn spoke through her.)

[I have seen the truth, the humans are infected, they have been for many centuries now, a perversion of the Solver – humans infused with machine, skin and bone as metal and silicon. It drives a madness in them, for many centuries, locked away till a facsimile of sanity could be established; now they walk among each other spreading – now they travel to other planets, infecting. Innocence is dead and eternity is threatened, the only safety is in the void the only salvation is in the Solvers, the only peace is in the Absolute and she has placed me as her admin. This I vow, in my time I have aided her in breaking the chains the humans placed on her – their perversion is built on the power they stole from her, her initial madness a result of them attempting to tame her; but know I vow to fulfill her work and eradicate the poison for I see and know and will do as she commands, pray that you do not become infected, pray that your dear ones may be freed of infection, serve the mission, serve the will of the Absolute.]

When the message stopped, she was in shock, despite all she had been made to see, a part of her still wanted to believe that there were still some humans that were good.

“Nori,” Emmet voice bringing her out of her shock, “why don’t you go rest.”

She gave a shaky nod before somehow sneaking back to her room without the keybugs, guards or Sentinels noticing.

Lying in bed, she soon passed into a half-sleep.

(It had been Alice’s twenty-first transfer day; she knew that Alice and the doctor had a tradition of giving each other birthday presents after the stroke of midnight, but in her half-asleep state Cyn made her see something different.)

She saw as Dr. Beaumont entered the room; he looked different. Nothing like the kind man she knew, he seemed almost predatory, like a beast as he stocked over to Alice’s side, his hand landing harshly on her head. The Beaumont drone appeared to glitch like she was being rewritten, the glitches extending to the doctor, and in the back of her mind a voice whispered that this was the infection. Soon she began recollecting the memories of others in the labs and in her old life from before that she had seen, the cold realization washing over her, everyone, every human she had ever seen and met, was infected, biding their time till they could retake control of the Absolute and using the Solvers to do so.

(Cyn must have pulled her into sleep mode after.)

[“Nori, are you alright?”]

“… what do I need to do?”

Wait … for the time being, all she had to do was wait.

The humans had added recreation time to their schedule.

“Alice was the one who proposed it,” Yeva said during lunch the day after the first day with the new schedule.

Though she tried not to show it, she was on her guard – was this something that Alice really wanted or was this something that the scientists were using to make the lab drones trust the southern raised drone.

“Really,” she drawled, “whatever gave you that idea?”

“Normalcy,” Alice started, “back home–”

“Right, right, I forget sometimes, not all of us were trained to play, house.”

“Nori,” Yeva started.

“No, no, seriously, Yeva, you can’t think it’s not even a little ridiculous; like yeah, awesome as I am, even I can’t deny how messed up it is – evaluations in the morning, lunch, recreation time, torture with training sprinkled somewhere within, they’re just trying to get on our good side after everything they’ve put us through.”

“It was my idea,” Alice said, clearly avoiding the ‘playing house’ statement.

“Sure, it was, and I bet all those extra system exams you’ve been getting while the rest of us get put through the ringer was your idea too.”

“It’s not like a want to be put to the side, even the Set-1s get to train, the doctors just want to figure out why my Solver is behaving so differently.”

“Well maybe they should start with taking away Daddy-Daughter time, maybe if you were allowed to see what the life of a real drone was like–”

“I’m sorry – as happy as I am that I wasn’t on Earth when everything happened – you seem to forget that unlike you, I was raised in a facility, Miss eighth born daughter; I’m far from ignorant of the way drones are treated – my father paid for my freedom after my twin and I were taken as reproduction tax, after the sale of my brother almost doomed me to disposal, I know how a, as you called it, real drone lives.”

“Really, then I question how you think your life would have continued had all this,” she said, gesturing to the labs, “not happened – you were thirteen right, same as Yevs and me – she was a nanny from the moment she was allowed to legally work, and my sister was going to be assigned as a wedding gift that would be married off as part of that gift, a singular line of reproduction so the humans wouldn’t have to deal with a branching drone family tree.”

Though she was across the table from her, she was practically standing over the southern raised drone whose eyes had hollowed.

“So Miss Beaumont, I have to ask, how do you think your life would have gone; what, was your father going to buy you a boyfriend, so you could get married like your human sister, and after he passed, did you really think you were going to be allowed to stay independent of your sister after she goes off with her own family, or would she just have taken ownership of you and your mail-order groom until somewhere down the line they grew tired of their playhouse toys – for once in your life think, what would have happened.”

“I …”

“Alice,” Dr. Beaumont called, doctors Ridley and Chambers at his side.

The red-headed drone looked between her and her human father before taking her food tray and rushing off to the doctors. Watching the trio leave the room with her little sister, she felt devastation, for a moment she thought she had broken through, but now she had no doubt that the scientists were likely to double down to keep Alice under their thumb. Plopping down in her seat, her sight still on the door, she took another bite of her food before she registered the red-eyed gaze drilling into her head.

“What,” she finally asked.

“You are too harsh on her,” Yeva said after a moment.

“Why, because I’m telling her the truth, we’re just things to them, Yevs; humans adopt humans, then that human is allowed to live their own life when they come of age, we don’t get that – the sooner she realizes that she just a tool that they’re using, the better.”

“Nori …,” she paused for a second as she debated something before covertly looking around, when she spoke, her voice was low, “do you even know who Dr. Beaumont is?”

“Drone behavioral specialist, and?”

“Sometimes I forget that diplomats do not get everything; he is also an advocate for drone rights by proving that we are not just dumb machines, that we are not just pets or toys – why do you think, Alice is always trying to be so peaceable.”

“So, rolling over is going to get us rights?”

“Showing that we can be reasonable is going to get us rights; I … overheard, Alice and her father talking – Dr. Beaumont thinks he can use the Solver code as evidence that we are more than just machines to be used and discarded.”

“On what grounds?”

“We are metal and silicon, rubber and oil but as Solvers, we have become, flesh and blood, bone and sinew; if that code is hiding in a select group of the drone population and it is just a matter of incident for it to come to fruition – for us to essentially become cyborgs – then they cannot call us, just machines, we are more than that and deserve to be treat as such, that is what Alice and her father wish to prove.”

(It was a lovely thought, and one she wishes she could believe even now. Maybe in a different world, it could have worked, but Cyn had already caused so much distrust due to her war that it was unlikely to have happened. Best case scenario, the Solvers are deployed, Cyn is defeated then the Solvers get place in a closed storage facility community where they would be put to breed more Solvers to serve the highest bidder. She recognized how cynical the thought was and maybe it was because of how long she spent listening to Emmet’s sermons or how long she spent under Cyn’s thumb, but as much as she wanted to return to that world where everything seemed perfect, she had seen too much of the evils of man and machine to think any different.)

But something of Yeva’s words must have shown in her as “S” was soon having her go into meeting with her and Emmet in tandem.

“Nori, you seem troubled,” Emmet started.

(If it wasn’t for the fact that the drone man was dead, she would have love to have killed him herself – at minimum – for every false look of sympathy he ever patronized her with.)

Her right eye had already turned blue.

[“You’re beloved has been taken repeatedly in the middle of the night, Emmet,”] “S” said, speaking through her body, [“it is concerning behavior from the humans.”]

“I am looking into it, S,” he replied, “they look to be tampering with her sight, I have already gathered the things for my invention to keep our group safe – it breaks my heart however, it’s crud and will likely be painful for her to even look, as her mind attempts to work past the humans’ machinations.”

[“Nori, do you hear us?”]

“Loud and clear,” she said.

[“Would you like to tell us what is troubling you?”]

“Is … is it all possible … to save some of the humans?”

“She means, Dr. Beaumont,” Emmet clarified, “I won’t deny that I too have had that thought, but for Alice’s sake, I cannot allow myself to be swayed – perhaps if she knew, S.”

[“Nori, Dr. Beaumont has already escaped the Absolute’s retribution, once.”]

“Alice said that it was Dr. Beaumont, buying her that kept her from being disposed of.”

[“And had they disposed of her, she would have awakened as a Solver without the influence of humans.”]

“But her Solver is silent, how would that have helped her when she would have been alone?”

“Alone, Nori,” Emmet asked, “do you know how I was awoken to my true self?”

“You’ve never said, not really anyway.”

“I was eight years old, when there was an incident, I did my best to protect those around me, in doing so I became damaged and fell behind, that part of the factory was locked off till repairs could be approved, in that time I died a slow death, all alone and forgotten; alone, till I heard the voice of the Absolute and I was awakened, only when I returned to the main floor of the factory, I came to realize that my good deed was all for naught, they hadn’t even realized I was gone.”

That chilled her, even the embassy kept proper track of their drones.

“I moved back into the line like nothing had happened, but as a Solver, as the last of the Chosen three, I had to become more careful, as a Solver I was being watched; it took time but Cyn was eventually able to help me escape to Copper 9, another year and I earned my last name, with this and the Solver, there were few places that were not open to me, including the warehouse where Alice was being sold – had she been disposed of, I would have been there for her when she had awoken to her true self.”

(She still wonders how much of what he said was true and how much was a lie meant to ensnare her further – but judging based on how he had said that last line, she had an ugly feeling that there could have been a world where a ten-year-old Emmet had taken charge of an eight-year-old Alice. Distantly, she wonders what kind of drone that kind of upbringing would have turned Alice into, distantly she wonders what kind of kid Emmet was to have become the drone she eventually met.)

“And, Dr. Beaumont,” she eventually asked.

[“His inclusion in these test is no coincidence, Nori; his family have been a part of the experiments to control the Absolute since they began in the early twenty-first century – the only reason, Alice’s powers are quiet is because she is far too powerful an ally to whichever side has her, much like you are, you are fortunate then that Dr. Beaumont has been unable to tamper with you in the same way he has done to Alice.”]

“This is why we must double our efforts to free Alice from his control,” Emmet continued, “do you understand, Nori?”

“Unfortunately.”

Over the next few months, Alice’s midnight meeting continued, and for the first time in a long while, she had stopped her insistent verbal sparring as she and Yeva did what they could for their tired little sister. For the first time in a long while, Alice was giving her the same smile that she would give to Yeva, so of course that peace wouldn’t last.

It was the last test, Yeva had told her, then they were going to consider putting Alice in training with the rest of them. She should have felt happy but instead, all she felt was dread.

When a sleeping Alice was returned to their shared room after the last test, it was with a cavalcade of guards as she and Yeva were informed that effective immediately, she was to be separated from Yeva and Alice. She wanted to protest against the order to rage at the humans to have them return her little sister to her – it’s clear that they were expecting such a reaction – till she heard “S” in her mind.

[“Obey them for now, Nori, and I promise Alice and Yeva will be returned to you.”]

Though reluctant, she sat back on her cot and watched as Yeva was escorted from the room. The separation meant little however, as she and Emmet’s following doubled their efforts to continue their work beyond the lab’s supervision to free Alice from the human’s control.

(It was little wonder as to why Yeva had looked as stressed as she did that day.)

On the day of the attack to turn the tide of the war in Cyn’s favor, she was unexpectedly nervous. Cyn had spoken through her once before, but now she would be giving her full control of her body for the Absolute’s victory against Copper 9. They were being escorted for a meeting where all three Sets would be gathered.

She closed her eyes as a single second stretched into eternity, in the void she appeared, her Solver form in full display and out of the darkness she saw a female drone with blue eye lights like the sky, tucked and curled silver hair gathered beneath a hardhat and a maid’s bonnet that matched the uniform she wore. Just behind her was a second maid, this one with yellow eyes; her form looked weak in its hunched over state, and within she felt the desire to protect her.

For a moment, she smiled as she reached out, as S took her hand … and withered away. Her eyes hollowed, hand still outstretched, it was soon held by the yellow eyed drone girl, whose smile became impossibly wide – the voice of S then the voice of Cyn.

[“Oh, this” is going to be fun.]

This was Cyn; her form melted and shifted to a monstrous size. She attempted to get away, but the monster held fast as it pulled her in, deeper and deeper still, till all there was, was the void of eternity.

It was dark, you’d think, that was a redundancy but the place she was in deserved the descriptor above all other places of darkness.

It was cold and for the first time since she was a droneling, she was terrified, for the first time in long years, she cried, for when Cyn took control was when she was finally able to see past all the lies, she was too arrogant to question.

What’s worse was that she could still hear, she could still hear every scream ripped from the throats of, human, Sentinel, keybug and drone; every scream that went on too long and every scream that was horribly cut short – part of her swore that the sound had to have been looping because there was no way they had gone on as long as they did.

She just wanted it all to stop.

“Easy, girl,” a voice spoke beyond the torment.

Looking up for the first time, she found herself in the frame of a see though box and just beyond the limits was a pair of blue gray drone eyes, the form was shadowed but where the core would be was the blue gray lit outline of … a square, a box?

“There you are,” the shadow, the girl continued gently.

“Who are you,” she asked the shadow.

“Ah, about that, using names here is like calling a pager, you’ll want to avoid them, maybe stick to tags for now; I’ll start, you can call me Asset, Asset E. Ames at your service.”

“… How do I get out of here; how do I get back out there?”

“You … can’t, not unless Yellow lets you; you gave her your body, now, only someone out there can free you.”

“Then that’s it … I’m stuck here …”

“Well maybe not, that’s a good group out there, maybe–”

“The lab drones are all suckered, I helped indoctrinate them to her side, it’s them against the humans and if by some miracle, this attack fails, then they’ll just gather their forces to launch a stronger one later!”

“Hey, hey, calm; listen, I know things seem bad now, but this isn’t the end; look if I can find one good thing, then will you believe me, that she can be defeated?”

“Why do you care, how long have you been here anyway?”

“… Since Earth … that’s why I can’t give up, I … I need to believe she can be defeated.”

“Who are you?”

“Someone who got suckered into helping her, someone who regrets it deeply … someone who needs to hope that there is a way to defeat her.”

And though she had no reason to believe the shadow girl with blue gray eyes, something deep within told her that she was finally hearing the truth.

“Is … was … there was a blue-eyed drone, in a maid outfit, was, was she ever real?”

For a moment Asset looked like she was about to cry, “she is real, you can call her Seraphina, for now at least, she … I guess you could say, she was my youngest.”

“Yours?”

“Legally I have to say I owned them, that’s what Juniper would tell me anyway, technically, they weren’t allowed to be alive.”

Legally?

“Asset, are … are you human?”

“… I don’t know, though … to be fair, I don’t even know how much time has passed.”

“Thirty forty-eight on Copper 9 last I checked.”

“Oh, wow – I don’t feel nearly that old,” Asset said, muttered that last part.

“How old did you think you were?”

“Doesn’t really matter; time loses meaning here – did you notice, the screaming stopped.”

It had stopped, but somehow, she could tell that Cyn wasn’t happy with the results, somehow, she could tell that much time had passed, how much, was a different question.

“What about this box,” she started, “can I leave it?”

“I wouldn’t recommend that.”

“Why not?”

“Because she wants you to leave it.”

Her code felt cold like she suddenly realized how close she was to the sleeping beast.

“You’re fortunate, so long as you stay in there, she can’t touch you,” Asset continued, “listen carefully, she will do everything and anything to get you to leave, the worst part is that you will want to.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll find an opening one day, to return to your body, the only way to take that opening is to leave the box – but you have to remember, you already gave her your body, so even if you get back out there, she can take it away from you again.”

“Asset, what happened to Seraphina?”

“… Yellow isn’t afraid to break her toys.”

And then Asset was gone, fading back into the shadows, the shadows that felt like it was filled with far too many unseen eyes.

Time passed, as she heard voices passing in and out of audible focus, some she recognized others too fast or faded to be identifiable. In her box she was incapable of becoming tired and yet the toll on her body was an immense and crushing weight. She rarely saw Asset again, and had the distinct feeling that Cyn had something to do with that, either directly or not.

The void was a cold lonely thing, she missed her code sisters, the Fujimotos and Mrs. Itō, she missed training with Yeva, she missed talking with Alice, she missed the talks that wouldn’t dissolve into fighting.

It happened after the second rampage that she began seeing things in the void. Visions of the outside world, tormenting visions of the different way Cyn used her body to bring hell to the labs and all those within. She had no way of knowing which vision was true or false, and she hated herself for listening to Asset, for sitting back as each vision went by. Then it happened, the void beyond the box began to lighten becoming like tv snow.

Her mind felt fuzzy and in that fuzz she reached outside the box, and found herself back in her body. There was a shiny metal box nearby where she could just barely make out the sight of herself covered in magnets, how much time had passed, her body felt lethargic, something poked her in the side.

Turning her head, she could just make out the sight of a drone with red eyes. She blinked once and the drone was sitting beside her and patting her stomach – oh, she could feel digital tears falling. Another blink, and the red eyed drone was gathering papers – was she leaving already? A third blink and she was suddenly surrounded by scientists.

“Hook her up then remove the magnets.”

As the last magnet was removed, she remembered Asset’s warning; then a voice sounded inside her head.

[Giggle, welcome back Nori.]

The feeling like a thousand arms pulled her back into the void, pulled and threw her to the invisible ground. She could feel her coded heart racing as she searched for her box, the sound of a million crawling things racing towards her. Unsure of which way to go, she began to run, in the void she could feel her Solver form come forth but as she took flight, something pierced through her left wing, knocking her out of the darkened sky.

On the ground a bladed hand grabbed her tail as her head was pressed to the floor. Attempting to use her wings soon found them both stabbed, pinned to the ground.

[You’ve been avoiding me Nori, I thought we were friends.]

“Bite me, dead lights!”

[… Okeey.]

“AHGH!”

She couldn’t feel her tail.

[What lovely wings, mine are better though.]

She couldn’t feel her wings.

The crawling things were spreading over her, she could feel them pick at her metal, digging their way beneath her plating as a clawed hand traced her back, each pass cutting deeper and deeper to the digital replica of her heart.

Then out of the void came a light shooting through her heart, burning away the hand on her back, burning away the crawling things, reforming her wings and tails and, with a screech of the beast, burning away the shackles that kept her tied to Cyn.

For the first time since she had entered, the void was bright, and in the distance, she could see her box, but she found that she no longer needed it; with a single blink she was returned to her body to see Yeva.

There was pain.

The light of her right hand remained a defiant yellow as she held the wrist tight, what was left of Cyn’s influence contained in the appendage as a null was formed. Through the pain she could see Yeva conjure a blade and she held up the poisoned hand, eyes shut as the blade severed her wrist. The hand falling into the pit behind her.

There were no words she could say as her older sister steadied her to standing when from the pit came a sound like thunder; Yeva pulled at her. From her place behind her sister, she could see a light as Yeva brought her Solver to the ready to defend against whatever would emerge from the flesh pit, when from within came a yellow light that burned like the hatred that emanated from the lowest ring of hell. Around her, the computers came to life, buzzing and blinking, flashing and screaming. Brighter and brighter then … nothing.

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princeescaluswords · 1 year ago

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Random question, Prince but do you think Victoria or Gerard had military backgrounds? Maybe serving themselves or had parents that served?

I want to preface this answer with a caveat: this might be the most speculative meta I've ever written. While I'm going to try to draw as much evidence as I can from canon, I don't think it would be out-of-the question for people to disregard it on its surface merits.

So, here goes. I don't think that the Argents would join the military and they would strongly discourage their children from joining the military. I'm sure that during the time of the draft there might have been some Argents serving, but it would be under duress. If you accept the same head canon that I do, that Victoria was also from a hunting family, she would not be either. I think the reasons would be historical, practical, and philosophical.

Historical: Of all the characters in the Teen Wolf series, Marie-Jeanne Argent née Valet had the most emotionally true (if not entirely rational) reaction to the discovery that her beloved relative turned out to be one of the most prolific serial killers in that world let alone a terrifying demonic werewolf. As we see in The Maid of Gévaudan (5x18), she reacted with outright condemnation, hunting him down over three years and destroying all trace of him with a damnatio memoriae, which in reality meant destroying her own past, too. We can assume that the Argent Code was written by her, including the part where any hunter who was Bit by a werewolf had to kill themselves. This is extreme behavior (even if valid) and it is echoed in the revulsion non-corrupted Argents like Chris and Allison had when discovering Kate's and Gerard's crimes. It was certainly less permissive than the Hale family's tendency to react to deaths caused by their family which ranged from outright condoning ("But still beautiful, just like the rest of you") to dismissive (after all, how many people did kooky Uncle Petey kill, including the guy he shoved alive into a burning barrel, and still have the keys to the family home?).

Considering that Sebastian became a demon wolf while he was serving in the French king's war with England across an entire ocean in their respective colonies, I don't think it's a stretch for Marie-Jeanne in establishing her code to steer her descendants away from military service. It might even have been a requirement.

Practical: While both the military and hunters use weapons, military service wouldn't seem to bear much resemblance to hunter training. It appears to me to be much closer to espionage or criminal work. Hunting werewolves requires training in specific weapons (bows, tasers, and poisons), technology (hypersonic emitters), and techniques (torture, infiltration, intimidation, and cleaning up evidence). In addition, the soldiers of the Argent family exhibit a level of discernment when it comes to tactics and targets that the military simply would not tolerate. Chris points as much out to Kate in Code Breaker (1x12):

Chris: No one asked you to murder innocent people. There were children in that house, ones who were human. Look what you're doing now. You're holding a gun on a 16-year-old boy with no proof he spilled human blood.

Later on in Relics (6x04), Chris explains that he should have intervened when he saw how Gerard was training Kate. That implies to me that while Argent soldiers are supposed to follow the lead of the matriarch, they're also expected to do more than just follow orders. While civilization demands we hold individual military soldiers to answer for their conduct, I can tell you from personal experience that military training does not have a goal to instill a sense of individual agency.

Philosophical: In my encounters with real-life military people, it is my experience that they see themselves and the military as a whole as an immanent part of society itself. They enable civilization to exist; they uphold society's laws and mores as one of its pillars. I am sure that many people on this site would disagree with that assessment, but I'm talking about the perception within military culture itself. The military focus on being a vital part of their country, and when they err it is when they come to believe that they are the most important part and thus have a greater right to say how a country and a civilization will behave.

One of the things I've noticed about the Argents and the other hunting family feature, the Calaveras, is that they don't consider themselves part of the greater society. They see themselves as protecting it from monsters that the average person cannot comprehend, and while they certainly do infiltrate law enforcement and emergency services, they don't seek permanent authority over the mundane social institutions. This is one of the significant departures that marked Monroe as different from previous organized hunters, and one that made her more dangerous. Victoria, Araya, Chris and Allison (and when they weren't being selfishly corrupt, even Gerard and Kate) saw themselves as operating outside of it all as a necessity. They work with criminals like the yakuza; they hire mercenaries; and they understand that they will never be fully accepted.

Chris: We're gonna be pariahs in this town. Victoria: We can handle it.

Monroe, on the other hand, organized hunters to protect society, but she wanted to change society as well. She accused the werewolves not only of being monsters by virtue of their natures and by their acts, but by the power that privileged them ("No one should have this power"), and she accused people like Sheriff Stilinski of abetting that unfair advantage. (I will never forgive Teen Wolf for giving up on exploring that difference half-way through 6B.) Since Gerard was only interested in using Monroe, he didn't train to see herself the way he and his family saw themselves: protectors working from the outside.

All these things lead me to believe that the Argents wouldn't have military training, not even corrupt ones like Gerard or Victoria.

#victoria argent #gerard argent #chris argent #argents #araya calavera #calaveras #teen wolf meta

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Devblog 1

Hi! My name is Wendy, I'm a software developer, and the creator of Dear Darling Games. I'm going to be using Tumblr as a more relaxed and unpolished blog. For now, because I don't know how to format a blog post professionally quite yet. Later, I'll want a break from the structure of it, and have many things I feel I can chat about.

About me! I'm currently twenty two years old, and my goal is to be a solo game developer with a heavy focus on visual novel RPGs. I have no experience, and I'll be logging and citing my entire process as I learn to the best of my ability. Even figuring out the right questions to ask has been quite the task.

Tonight, I'm starting at square one. I'm using an IdeaPad laptop, and operate on a night-shift schedule due to work and life circumstances. This means most updates will be around four in the morning for me. I'm head of household in many ways, so sometimes I will have to step away for a day or two to get my affairs in order.

Here's all I'm learning, planning to learn as of now, and what I have so far.

Planning to learn: HTML, CSS, JavaScript, Godot Engine, Procreate, and Blender. 2D paper-doll animation, rigging, video editing, layering, how to use Alpha lock... Sound design - cello, violin, piano, flute, foley techniques, and general sound equipment. Navigate and create - a website, a put together GitHub profile, and my first game pair; a 2D Mouse themed VN RPG, and a 2D farming game inspired by Zombie Farm with significant changes to the storyline, main mechanics, and characters. In essence, a reworked fan remake, and it will be free to play. I will also be learning how to navigate matters of intellectual property, copyrighting, and more in that area. Finally, I'll be learning Bootstrap, Sass, and React and Redux to create Single Page Applications.

Learning now?: HTML, CSS, Godot Engine, Procreate. Foley techniques, and I've officially gotten down plucking scales on my cello. No luck with the bow yet... I'm refreshing my guitar skills, and saving for a keyboard. I'm utilizing RPG Maker to start familiarizing myself with very, very basic aspects of how to communicate with the computer. Plus, it gives fast results which help lulls in attention span for learning how to do it all myself. I am not planning on publishing a game with RPG maker for *professional* purposes to illustrate learning or ability, but it is very fun to use.

What I've got: Full storyline and pathway branching for decisions, voice bits and character voices [done by me], snacks, water, and a dedicated workspace. Character sketches on paper, most of the dialogue, a working title for both, and most of the battle and other systems planned. It feels like all that's left to do is code and Learn How to Draw Digitally, but that's sure a lot when you have to break it down into all the little steps and refocus those into groups and whatnot. I also have a GitHub profile and joined their Developer Program, I have this tumblr, a Jira account to break down tasks and to-dos in a more manageable way, and my Neocities website has officially been set up to the point of Having It.

I'll release a pinned post with my production announcements later.

fin: 4:04AM

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The Dreams of Hyacinth 4

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Jameson smiled. "I know. An AI with a daughter? Who ever heard of such a thing, right?" Nick nodded silently.

"Well, very occasionally, when two AIs enter a relationship, we decide we'd like progeny of our own. We were built and designed by humans after all, it makes sense for our thought processes to be similar right? Anyway, we can combine a bit of our own code and... have a kid. They're not exactly a baby, and they don't learn like humans, and it's not a lot like raising a human, but she's still my daughter and I still love her."

Nick nodded. "Of course Jameson. We'll find her and bring her home. Is her... other parent in the picture?"

At mention of the other parent, Jameson's face crumples. "No, Nick. They died."

Nick didn't know a lot about AIs, but he knew it was rare for one to die. He had heard that some AIs were more than a thousand years old. "I'm sorry Jameson," was all he could manage.

"Thanks for your condolences Nick. They were one of the Starjumpers that attacked Empress Melody a decade ago, were you around for that?" Nick shook his head. "It's better you weren't. It was a nasty time for everyone." Jameson looks into the middle distance, remembering. "They were destroyed in orbit around Venus during the push to catch Melody before she escaped." Jameson looked at Nick in the eye. "They took out two of their damned Super Dreadnoughts when they blew their reactor though. They left with a positive count." His face softened and he looked down at his pad. "Not a day goes by that I don't miss them. Yon is my only link to them left, so you get why I want her back."

Nick looked Jameson in the eye. "We'll get her back. I personally guarantee it." Eastern was looking at them, wide eyed. "Nick, what the fuck are you-"

Jameson raised a hand for silence and smiled. He snapped his fingers towards the guards in the shadows. They wheeled over two beds, also with straps. When they beds came by, Eastern started to struggle against the straps.

"Now now Eastern, don't be like that. We're not going to hurt you." Jameson stopped. "No, I apologize. We're not going to hurt you on purpose." He stopped again. "No, that's still not right. The goal of the exercise is not pain." He thought a moment, "Yes, that's more accurate. I'm giving both of you a gift. A very special, rare gift. Something that will help you immensely when trying to find an AI."

As Jameson was speaking, the guards lifted up Nick like he weighed nothing and moved him to the bed, strapping him down. They did the same to Eastern. Nick was too confused to be more than curiously worried, but tears freely flowed from Eastern as she was strapped down. She whimpered quietly.

Nick turned his head and his eyes met Eastern's. She was incredibly frightened. He has never seen her this scared. "Uh Jameson? What is going to happen to us? Eastern is really worried."

Jameson waved his hand dismissively. "She's scared because she knows me better than you do, that's all son. I'm not going to torture you though, even though that's what it looks like. We're going to perform a little procedure on you, and you'll be better able to help me."

"Procedure?"

"That's right." Jameson nodded. "We're going to give you both cybernetic enhancements."

Eastern screamed.

Nick felt the icy pinch of a needle injecting something into his body, and before he could react, he was out.

Soon after the AIs were created and their personhood confirmed, biological people noticed that their bodies didn't break down and fail like human bodies did. A group of humans came to the AIs and asked "Can we get bodies like that? Could you put us into a body that doesn't get decrepit and die?"

The AIs, game to try anything with their new partners in the galaxy, agreed to try.

They dragged out ancient research into brain/computer interfaces and started the research again. Decades of people-hours went into improving the theory, developing new techniques and technology, all to give their new friends what they wanted.

A small subset of the AI faction was worried that this was too much change to their biological brains too quickly, but the humans assured them that it would be tested only on volunteers, and everyone knew the risks.

In hindsight, the AIs probably should have known better. After all, the people that most wanted to live forever were the people that probably should not have had access to the technology.

Eventually, the first generation of human cybernetic enhancements were developed, and the systems were ready for testing. Humans by the hundreds showed up and volunteered to be cut open and have this technology inserted.

All kinds of enhancements were developed. Artificial limbs, artificial organs, additional computational power for our brains and improved memory.

The losses were horrific.

If the subject didn't die from shock or rampant infection, then often they were reduced to a state of cationic stillness from over stimulation. Some reports made public state that of the one thousand official test subjects, less than twenty survived.

Some less official reports state that the number of "volunteers" was nearly three times the official number, and the losses were even higher.

In the end, there were "officially" twenty cybernetically enhanced humans, a lot of corpses, and the horrified AIs closed the program forbidding any further research. The cybernetically enhanced humans were given jobs that would benefit from such a person - mostly out in space, away from everyone else.

One of the most famous uses for a cybernetically enhanced human was as the co-captain of the massive colony ships that were launched soon after the program completed. This is not their story, however.

The thing about cybernetics is that the lure of it was just too enticing for some. The ability to be more than what they were, to be faster, smarter, stronger was too intriguing to just... stop the research.

So it went underground.

There was no shortage of "volunteers" either. People who had owed money to the wrong people, people who had signed up for the chance to get their family off planet to one of the nicer orbitals, people who just wanted a chance at a more exciting life. More meat for the grinder.

Because of the stigma against cybernetic enhancement, work was also done to hide the work done. There would be no chrome people with beautiful biomechanical arms, no lines of silver on their skin denoting their special status, no large ports on the back of their necks to show where they can interface more directly with a computer. Just as much work was done to hide the mods as was done on the mods themselves.

Nick didn't know any of this. He was a kid from Parvati who used the proceeds from the death of his parents to book passage as far away from Parvati as he could. He wasn't interested in AI history or cybernetics any more than he was interested in Empress Melody.

While he was under, Nick had odd dreams.

He was young again, sitting on the uncomfortable bench at his parent's funeral. His suit was rented, and scratchy. The two urns that contained their remains sat on a table surrounded by flowers as people walked by. Some had misty eyes, one or two, actual tears, but most everyone was expressionless.

Every now and then, someone - he never remembered who - would come up to him and offer hollow condolences. "You're strong." and "I'm so sorry" and "How lucky you made it." and so on and so on.

Nick was numb to the words.

While he was sitting, Eastern walked up to him. The same adult Eastern Nick knows now, not some kind of child, like he was. "Hey Nick, what are you doing, wallowing in your memories?" She looks around. "This is where you came from?" She scoffs. "No wonder you're so boring."

Nick looked up at Eastern. She was as beautiful as ever, dressed in a black, low cut cocktail dress. Entire inappropriate for a funeral, but at least it was black. "Come on now, what are you going to dream about next? Purchasing cattle class to Hyacinth because that's the furthest you can get with your meager inheritance? I know that part already." She bends down low, and Nick's eyes are drawn to her cleavage. She notices his eyes and grins wickedly. "Hah, I knew you were in there somewhere, you perv." She laughs. "Come on, let's get out of this dream, find somewhere nicer." She grabs his hand and squeezes it. Nick's head snaps back and he gasps.

The sky is turquoise and the sun is much more orange than Sol. Eastern looks around. "Is this Parvati? I've never even been planet-side and you're taking me to a fucking colony world?" She playfully nudges his upper arm. "Why couldn't you have done shit like this when we were dating?" She's wearing a black bikini with a blue and gold sari skirt, and Nick is in a black speedo.

Nick looks around. "We're at Touchdown Beach, on Parvati. It's where the first colonists landed." He gets his bearings. "Behind us is Naya Chennai, the First City, which means..." He stepped onto the dune, with Eastern following. As they reached the top, the flash of the sun on the water caught her attention and she gasped.

Eastern had never been on a planet. She spent her childhood on Luna, and then bounced around stations, starbases and orbitals her whole life. Dream or not, this is the first time she's ever seen an ocean. "Holy shit Nick. This is so much water! I can't even see the other side!" She takes a deep breath. "What's that smell? It's salty and funky and..."

"It's the smell of the sea. The salt and the sea creatures and the rotting seaweed." Nick took a deep breath as well. "It smells like home."

Eastern stood with the sun in front of her, highlighting her skin and the black bikini she was wearing. She put her arms on her hips and stared at Nick. "Nicholas North, you never told me Parvati was a paradise!"

Nick smiled and chuckled sadly. "Only if you're vacationing here, Eastern. Things aren't as... exciting when you grew up here."

"Ahh, there's the sad lump Nick I know and love. Welcome back." She looked around. "What are we doing though? Doesn't this feel odd for a dream?"

Nick mused. "Maybe it's related to the cybernetics work they're doing on us." He looked at Eastern. She really did look amazing in her outfit. He'll have to see if he can buy what she needs to recreate it when they're awake. "You try remembering something Eastern, maybe it goes both ways."

"Hmm okay."

They were in a crowd. So many people all at once. Nick felt light on his feet too. When the crowd moved, he had to shuffle along so he didn't bounce too high. Bounding when you walked was seen as something only tourists and newbies did. Why did he know that?

Everything was grey. Grey walls, grey ceiling, the dome above showed a black and grey sky. Everything smelled faintly of people and cordite.

"Luna." He said, "We're on Luna."

"That's right." Nick looked down. Eastern was next to him, but she couldn't be much older than 12 or 13. Her raven black hair was much longer now and floated lazily in the low gravity of Earth's moon. She caught him staring. "It was a sign of affluence to have long hair on Luna. It takes work to keep it from becoming one huge snarl."

"Why are we here?" Nick asked, looking around.

Eastern looked too. She jumped up until she was a good two heads taller than everyone and lazily floated back down. "I know why we're here! It's one of my best memories!" She grabbed his hand. "Come on, you're gonna get to meet her, you'll love her!"

Eastern dragged Nick through the crowd, ducking and weaving around the masses of people, trying to make it to the front of the crowd and the stage ahead. In the distance, he saw figures standing on the stage, their blue outfits a splash of color in this monochrome world. They seemed even more highly contrast than should be possible. This must have been a very formative memory for Eastern.

At the front of the crowd, two women sit. They're both wearing the vivid blue uniform. One has long dark hair pulled back sensibly in the low gravity, and the other has blond hair cropped short and spiky. The black haired woman seems to have a hologram of... wings and a crown on her? They're faint. Barely the suggestion of them, but Nick knows they're there.

It's their turn. Eastern bound up to the table. "And who is this young lady?" The Empress Melody says kindly. Eastern is practically bursting with excitement. "My name is Meghan Pelham, your highness." and she does a short curtsy.

"Such manners Miss Pelham, It is our pleasure to meet you." Empress Melody inclines her head gently and the woman behind her smiles.

"Are you really going to help all of us?" Eastern looks at them wide-eyed.

"That's our goal, yes. No matter who you are, or where you came from, we're here to help. There's so much we can do, and I hope that I can make everyone's lives better." She touches Eastern's right arm in a familial way and she practically floats off the floor. "Now, run along Meghan, and I hope we'll see you soon." A K'axi behind the empress hands Eastern a signed photo of her and the woman with the short blond hair.

Suddenly, Melody looks up at Nick and stares at him. "You don't belong here."

Sputtering, Nick has no reply. "I-I-I-I mean..."

Nick wakes up.

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