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gyeomsweetgyeom · 1 month ago

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[11:08 pm]

(cw: f!reader, alcohol consumption)

Honestly, fratboy!Jeno wasn't even sure why he'd joined a frat in the first place. He'd been told by one of his friends that it was good for networking once he entered the workforce, so he decided to join. He just had to constantly remind himself that putting up with his idiot frat brothers would pay off in the future when he was job hunting.

As a rule of thumb, he interacted with his frat brothers as little as he could. He didn't live in the frat house, he didn't really hang out at the house in general, he only attended mandatory meetings and fundraisers. Why? Well, besides the fact that he felt he lost brain cells around the brothers, he'd just much rather spend his time with you, his girlfriend.

The two of you had started dating back in middle school and he hadn't laid his eyes on anyone since. He didn't want to. He was so madly in love with you and you alone. You two had spent so long together, that now both of you were just two peas in a pod, mirror images of each other. Maybe both of you were more reclusive because you preferred each other's company over any one else's.

There were, however, a few times when the two of you would break out of your shells and let loose. At least once a semester. Nights like tonight, for example. The two of you had decided to leave the comfort of your shared apartment and join the frat for a... fourth Friday of the month party. Whatever that was. These were the nights when you and Jeno let loose, these smaller parties where the house wasn't packed with people no one had ever seen before. There was room to move around, plenty of alcohol to spare, and the music tended to be just a smidge more quiet so people could actually talk.

You had a plastic cup in your hand, making conversation with one of the guys' girlfriends when suddenly, one of your favorite songs came on. You squealed excitedly, setting your cup down before dragging Jeno to the designated dance floor area.

Jeno gripped your hips but not tight enough to to hinder your dancing. With the alcohol making you feel more loose and your favorite song blasting so loud it rattled your brain, you felt good. Your hands cupped the back of Jeno's neck as you loudly sang along to the song. Jeno laughed softly, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he mumbled along with the lyrics.

The song came to an end, but you and Jeno didn't leave the dance floor. No, now the two of you were once again lost in your own little world, no attention paid to anyone else. Just the two of you having a good time and leaving all inhibitions behind.

"Where's Jeno? I remembered that professor he was asking me about," Doyoung asked the group of his shocked frat brothers.

"I've never seen him dance. What planet are we on right now?" He heard Haechan mumble.

"The dancing is new, but bro, I've never even seen him laugh, let alone smile! Who is that?" Mark replied.

Doyoung squinted his eyes, looking in the direction where everyone was looking to fall on the sight of you and Jeno pressed chest to chest and smiling at one another. You said something and Jeno tossed his head back with an unrestrained laugh.

Doyoung smiled at the sweet sight. Even though he rarely saw Jeno, it was pretty safe to say that he was one of his favorite frat brothers. In fact, Doyoung was Jeno's Big. He thought that Jeno was smart, had a good head on his shoulders, and was a nice breath of fresh air from all the stereotypical dude behavior that constantly went down in Nu Chi Theta.

"That's Jeno's girlfriend," Doyoung answered.

Immediately Mark and Haechan whipped their heads back to look at Doyoung while shouting, "girlfriend?!"

"Oh yeah. Jeno told me that they were childhood best friends, their moms knew each other, and they were neighbors growing up. I think he said they've been together since they were 12," Doyoung replies.

"12?!" The two reply in unison.

"Is that a problem?" Comes Jeno's monotonous voice which makes everyone jump and turn in his direction. He stands beside you with his arm around your shoulders while yours is wound around his waist. Your head lays against his chest, eyes sparkling with humor as you look at the shocked faces staring back at you.

Haechan opens and closes his mouth in shock, finally sputtering, "you choose a girl over us?!"

Mark slaps his shoulder and Jeno sends him a grateful nod before turning his attention to Haechan with a blank stare, "no shit I choose her over you. Dude, you're annoying and this house is gross. I get to share a space with the love of my life and have my own bathroom that I share with one other person, not over 10 guys."

"That sounds kid of nice actually. When can we come visit?" Haechan asks.

Jeno pretends to think it over, "hmmm, how about never?"

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zazaiafe2 · 2 days ago

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The power of sensory immersion for shifting

1) Why is sensory immersion so powerful?

Your brain doesn't really distinguish between an imagined and a real sensory experience

When you engage your senses (sight, sound, touch, smell...), you create .almost real signals.

This activates deep neural networks of immersion and facilitates letting go.

-> Sensory immersion helps to blur the line between CR and DR.

2) Do NOT force visualization

-> "I can't visualize" -> It's not a problem

Many shifters have noticed:

The more you FORCE the images, the more the analytical mind stays active.

The goal: let the sensations come naturally.

You don't need to perfectly "see" everything. You can:

- Feel-> Emotions, sensations.

- Hear -> Sounds from your DR.

- Imagine textures-> Your DR bed.

- Create ambiances.

3) Sensory profiles are different

We don't all have the same dominant sense. Find your strength:

- Olfactory : Imagined smells (perfume, rain, food)

- Auditory : Music from your DR, background sounds (cafes, forest, city, rain…)

- Visual: Blurred decors, dominant colors, symbols, your DR room

- Tactile: Skin sensations (wind, sheets, fabrics…)

- Gustatory: Taste of what you eat there

-> Identify which senses are easiest to invoke for you. Start with them.

For example, you can listen to this ambient sound if you shift to Hogwarts.

4) Scientific help, the role of the Default Mode Network

Your brain has a network that calms down when you immerse yourself sensorially.

This reduces internal dialogue and the "critical mind" that often blocks you.

-> The less your mind analyzes, the more your unconscious takes over, and ego identification decreases.

5) How to let images and sounds come without forcing

1) Breathe slowly .

2) Allow yourself to be blurry.

3) Start with small simple scenes.

4) Observe rather than actively create.

5) Don't look for "perfection", just try to "feel".

-> The more you let go, the more details come by themselves.

You can do a short meditation beforehand to relax and help you be in the present moment.

6) The importance of ASC (Altered States of Consciousness)

Immersion is facilitated in ASC (hypnagogic state, deep relaxation, light trance, it's not mandatory but seems to make things easier).

You can:

- Practice before sleep.

-Do gentle meditation .

- Use appropriate binaural sounds .

-> The altered state allows the analytical mind to disconnect and facilitates fusion with your DR.

Just after meditation you can put a subliminal or alpha waves for example

Julia method link

There are even subliminals that mix theta wave, affirmations and Sound atmosphere.

7) Practical examples according to your profile and what you prefer

- Auditory: Playlist of your DR during preparation

- Visual: Very simple scenes (just a dominant color at first, then an object where you are, and a room if you can)

- Tactile: Feel the sheet of your DR bed, the warmth of the sun, the texture of your DR pajamas

- Gustatory: Imagine tasting your DR breakfast

- Emotional: Feel the emotions you will have in your DR

-> The more you rely on YOUR strong channel, the more stable immersion becomes.

Examples of what people who shift on command can use

8) Do not try to control when the shift happens

-> Sensory immersion is a springboard.

The shift often triggers when you are immersed without trying to control the moment.

- Have fun "visiting" before "leaving."

- Release tension about the result.

- Obsession with the result blocks(Or at least decrease the chances); curiosity opens.

Even if you have trouble visualizing, you can rely on other things or your other senses.

9) What we learn from those who shift on command

Many report that this kind of non-forced immersion is key.

It's a balance:

->Sensory engagement + letting go = smoother shift.

Conclusion :Sensory immersion: a powerful tool, accessible to all.

No matter your profile.

You don't need to "visualize perfectly" .

You only need to play with your senses, let the experience build gently.

Remember: your brain is made for this.

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niqhtlord01 · 9 months ago

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Humans are weird: The Reckoning Virus

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War with the Interaxie was an inevitable outcome for humanity and the entire galaxy knew it.

Border disputes, clashing rights over trade, subtle threats between delegates and near constant animosity between the two powers all but assured that they would come to blows. Along the entire shared border between the two powers a sense of dread and waiting could be felt on every world as if they could sense the brewing storm just over the horizon.

Yet humanity could not afford to be the aggressors for a change.

Unlike their previous conflicts the Interaxie had a well-organized military and an industrial power base to support them for decades of sustained combat. They had dozens of worlds to draw upon near limitless manpower reserves meaning any conflict could be drawn out into a bloody stalemate. While the humans were not unfamiliar with this style of warfare it was an outcome they did not wish to see realized.

To prevent this outcome humanity put a plan into motion called “The Reckoning”, which when completed would hand them victory in the war within a few months at best.

While the Interaxie were gathering their strength and hiding their growing fleet strength behind ‘military exercises” a series of shipments were being delivered to the core worlds of the Interaxie. They arrived at trade ports and were moved to waiting warehouses as their paperwork was checked only for the shipments to mysteriously vanish. It wasn’t unheard of for a shipment or two to go missing at such facilities, and though on some of the world’s their disappearance was noticed and investigated for the majority of others they were written off as clerical mistakes. The trade network between worlds was after all vast and overwhelmed by bureaucratic red tape so it was not unheard of for a shipment to be mishandled.

Such trivialities were soon overshadowed as the eventual war broke out and trade quickly shut down between the two powers. What had been mild border conflicts broke out into ruthless fleet sized engagements that turned entire systems into orbital graveyards of ships overnight. Human Hammerhead dreadnoughts were taking on entire swarms of Interaxie drone swarms in space while the Terran Marine Corps were barely holding their own against Interaxie armored divisions on the planets of Theta, Primus, and Dollore.

The fighting was intense and just as predicted the Interaxie began to call upon their vast manpower reserves early in an attempt to simply overrun human opposition and claim a swift victory. Legions began mustering on their core worlds waiting for transport to the front when the war took a turn for the worse for the would-be alien conquerors.

Without warning several viral outbreaks began to be reported from the Interaxie core worlds. Infected individuals began showing heightened states of aggression and delirium with the worst cases quickly devolving to bouts of madness and rage. What made it worse was when local officials quarantined an area in hopes of isolating the infected a new series of outbreaks would happen somewhere else entirely leaving containment out of the question.

It did not take long for civil unrest to break out as the virus spread into major populated areas and shortly after states of emergency to be declared. Factories ground to a halt as the workers fled the infection to protect themselves and their loved ones, farms and fields left unattended as their caretakers no lay lost to the grips of the disease leaving shelves unfilled and empty. Fights broke out for what supplies remained and though provisions could have been supplied from off world spaceports were soon overrun by those wishing to flee. When the infected reached a critical state of the virus’s development they began lashing out at anyone and everyone within arms reach resulting in the near total collapse of order on worlds as waves of infected ran through the streets

The legions that had been mustering to be sent the front soon found themselves being redeployed for containment or worse, becoming largely infected themselves and losing all combat effectiveness. Interaxie warriors were forced to put down many of their comrades who had succumbed to the virus leaving them horrified by their actions. It was worse for those deployed as part of containment teams who gunned down thousands of infected civilians on the quarantined worlds, many of which were related to the warriors by blood.

Within a month a dozen worlds had been locked under quarantine with another handful now desperately holding on as infection rates continued to rise, all the while the war with the humans continued. The sudden loss of manpower and war material was certainly noticed on the front and the humans shifted tactics. Every engagement they forced the Interaxie into using whatever reserves they had left as much as possible. Soon it was not uncommon for three Interaxie soldiers to be rationing one power cell for their rifles while their fleets lay in high anchor above their worlds due to lack of fuel to move them out of system.

Unable to meet the current demands of the war and handle the outbreaks spreading through their core worlds, the Interaxie soon sued for peace. The humans were not sympathetic with the Interaxie plight and their demands were steep.

1. Three border systems would be transferred over to human control.

2. A DMZ would be established from the newly taken territory and the remaining Interaxie domain which no ship from either side would cross.

3. The Interaxie would be forced to repay a war debt to humanity in the sum of three trillion credits over the course of the next twenty solar years.

4. Human monitoring stations would be placed inside Interaxie space to prevent future acts of aggression.

Had it been at any other time the Interaxie would have rather fought on until the bitter end than accept such harsh terms, but with the virus continuing to cripple their military and economy they were left with no choice but to relent and agree to the terms.

With that the Interaxie/Human war came to an abrupt end and the Interaxie redeployed their entire military forces to combat the growing viral outbreaks, all the while Terran Special Services watched from afar and grinned.

Several months prior to the war they had been responsible for shipping a number of unremarkable containers through a series of dummy corporations and unaffiliated alien trade networks until they arrived on the Interaxie core worlds. They bore no human markings and their paperwork was all in order leaving nothing for suspicion. Once they had been moved to the warehouses for processing TSS operatives quietly removed the containers and began distributing the contents across the worlds.

Industrial factories, mining complexes, agricultural farms, super markets, water treatment facilities, power plants; any and all critical infrastructure locations were located and seeded with the contents of the containers before the operatives quickly fled off world.

When war finally broke out a signal was remotely sent and each of the packages cracked open releasing their deadly contents. Swarms of tiny mosquitos genetically bred to carry what was known as the Reckoning Virus were soon released and began spreading the virus with every victim they came into contact with.

It was an ecological disaster of unimaginable proportion. Not only did the insects infect the personnel of the facilities they were placed in, but they also began to spread outwards and begin breeding in new areas. Any source of water soon became a deadly petri dish for them as they reproduced at an alarming rate releasing further swarms of insects. On these alien worlds they had no natural predators and what wildlife did attempt to eat them soon became deadly sick with the virus as well leading to rampant overpopulation of the bugs.

The Interaxie were well aware of the seemingly good timing the outbreaks had been for the humans and long suspected their involvement but could not prove anything as the TSS had planned for such eventualities. None of the devices used were of human origin and even if they could track down how they had arrived on world the series of dummy companies and alien trade networks used to ship them there resulted in a labyrinth of legal networks and commissions needed for even the slightest scrap of information that would lead nowhere.

For almost ten years the virus remained effective before the Interaxie were finally able to find a way to not only cure the virus but also eliminate the invasive species of mosquitoes, but by then the damage was already done. Both their military and trade had been crippled by the viral outbreaks and with several of their primary manufacturing worlds now defunct the flow of goods to the remaining worlds was almost a trickle. Extreme measures of rationing were implemented which only led to further discontent and civil unrest which in turn was brutally put down by military forces. What had once been a galactic power now had been reduced to a third rate kingdom barely able to hold a trade agreement out of their domain let alone ever again extend their power through military force.

#humans are weird #humans are insane #humans are space oddities #humans are space orcs #scifi #story #writing #original writing #niqhtlord01 #virus #war

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sewerpalette · 11 months ago

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Little rant I might make a video out of:

Edit: disclaimer I wrote this directly after waking up so it’s very awkwardly paced and hard to read I’m so sorry.

AL-AN is not a good person, now I’ll start this off with saying that I looove his character, especially before the rewrite and this certainly isn’t an attack on anyone, just something I’d like to point out because I think the shift of perspective between both games is fascinating.

If anyone remembers the subnautica fandom before Below zero was even remotely announced, there were certain opinions flying around, people believed the architects to be the grand villain(s) in the bigger picture of the game lore for just how messed up they were, they literally hated those guys for being at fault of the sea emperors suffering and there were even theories going around that they made the kharaa to wipe out all other life around them- but it had went wrong.

But now it’s not like that anymore, no AL‘s previous actions are completely ignored because he showed some remorse for being responsible for the deaths of 7 architects specifically, together with messing up before pretty much an audience of billions, it must’ve been embarrassing- but when he apologizes he specifically only mentions the other architects, because he isn’t sorry for the other things he’s done, clearly. I mean dissecting a fetus is one thing, especially with their goal in mind, DISPLAYING it is another, like that’s just purposely gruesome. Together with all the other dissected experimented on animals in the shelves just hung up like prizes (I know the concept itself is not inhumane, but in this case it just wasn’t necessary.) also research specimen THETA anyone? Yeah we know it didn’t die because of the facility collapsing because there’s no injury displayed on its bones that would suggest that, and that part of the facilities insides also didn’t collapse, they just left it there until it either succumbed to the virus or starved to death, same with the sea emperor but they survived, kept alive by unfinished business for the next couple thousand years. Not to mention who the fuck comes up with a quarantine program that includes semi sentient killer machines and a giant gun made to shoot anything down from atmosphere, there were so many better solutions, I get the warper thing, I mean kill anything that’s infected makes sense, but the gun?? Literally why, if they send a signal through the network that this planet is diseased nobody is going to go there (we know that at that point humans weren’t advanced enough to travel space and they knew that so for who was that even for??) it was completely unnecessary to create a giant weapon in wich even more destructive weapons are stored wich let me get into that real quick because there’s also some implied stuff there, appearently AL was so desperate to get rid of his mistake that he attempted to blow up a doomsday device?? (Which would’ve destroyed most of the solar system in an instant.) In the entry it says it malfunctioned so they must’ve tried to use it, and even if they didn’t why would they have it on them anyways? Including all the other weapons. Also let’s talk about the architects in the little sanctuaries in the first game, it’s implied they stored multiple souls in like one of them, literally cramped up all their data whilst AL stored himself in a big ass sanctuary like idk man that’s kind of an asshole move. And those were just the first game events! (And there’s probably even more there.)

In BZ he can’t really do anything except for talk to robin because he doesn’t have a physical form, so there’s less to go off here but even then it didn’t seem like there were other sanctuaries in BZ for the other architects. and sure, you could make the arguement that architects don’t feel at all connected to their physical forms, wich is true, but don’t you think seeing a dead architects body, an architect from his team, a colleague, would illicit some kind of emotion from him beyond “great, now fetch me their skin.” (/j) even if he doesn’t see the attachment to the vessel, if it’s all that’s left from that time and from the crew, there would still be projected attachment onto it realistically. Also he was smart enough to hide himself from alterra because he guessed they didn’t have good intentions- scraping himself off the grid both physically and on any radars they had (presumably with hallucinations), but wasn’t smart enough to distract the critters running around infront of the sanctuary to idk get the help he needed with the failing sanctuary from the mercury, marg, or the alterrans that genuinely wanted to help instead of being eaten by sharks right infront of it.

Like man I love you but that’s just messed up.

And we know he knows he messed up, that’s why he’s so gloomy and does attempt to apologize at the end but like??? He said he wanted to make amends to his people showing that he still doesn’t care about everybody else he hurt, only those he deems as important, not the over 150 people that died on the aurora or the mercury or the degasi or the sunbeam or the research specimens or even the alterrans he’s indirectly caused death to, it is all his fault but he doesn’t see these people as important because he feels they are below him - sure you could make the arguement that he didn’t know about the ships that crashed, fair point. But seemingly he did if he could sense that alterra was there without even seeing alterrans in the first place, especially because Ryley has made contact with the thermal plant and other architect tech before, so he’d definitely know- especially based on the data robin has of the missing sunbeam and aurora incident on her PDA wich he has canonically said he read through.

And I’ll say it again I love AL, next to Bart he’s probably my favorite subnautica character in the whole game series, but I don’t like the portrayel of him suddenly being completely redeemed or being an inherently good person, he still doesn’t understand empathy or morals (you can be a good person without having those, don’t get me wrong.) and acts like a total idiot whilst victimizing himself, like yes, the other architects on the mission died and it’s his fault, they weren’t stored to keep him company and that’s his fault; neither did they like him, wich is very fair in my opinion. He can’t pull all this crap, disobey orders and get everybody killed and then pull the “but I’m sad about it so that erases everything I’ve done” like oh my god. I like him, but I would also like more content showing all this.

Sorry this was a very long kinda pointless rant and I don’t have any images because my phone which has like a whole folder of these is at home and we’re still stuck in England so it’ll have to do without for now.

TLDR: I want more morally dubious AL please and also he killed a fetus (well pretty much borderline newborn at that point) so he’s going into the fictional child murderer category for me.

#long rant #rant post #al an subnautica #subnautica #al an #al-an #video game fandom #subnautica below zero #sbz #video games #video game rant

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limesonspecial · 5 months ago

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Questions for Mass Effect folks

Do we have a canon source about that turian practice of transferring out of a romantic partner's unit when the relationship gets serious, or is that just long-established fanon? I did a scan of the obvious articles on the fandom wiki, but I don't have the patience right now to do a deep dive, so if someone's got a source that'd be neat.

Also, the discussion about the relay network that @shadesofmauve and @crapeaucrapeau were having last week got me thinking about how the relays work on a physics level (still percolating, come back later), and about a note I made in a fic doc about green vs amber vs red routes between the secondary relays (by which I mean, green = standard routing, amber = relays drifting out of contact range with each other, red = relays used to connect but don't anymore), where amber routes could be used by e.g. smugglers and spies to sneak past the regular patrol routes and picket lines, with the assumption of additional risk of disappearing in transit. I don't, however, have a citation for it, and I couldn't find one when I went looking last week, so: did I actually see that somewhere? Or did I just map a similar concept out of an Elizabeth Moon series onto the relay network while I was trying to figure out where the fuck Relay 314 & Shanxi-Theta are?

#mass effect #mass effect meta #mass effect lore #turians #mass relays

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taralen · 1 year ago

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Wowee, five days late, but here is my April Fool's Day picture! What's the joke here? Well, that's the joke! There isn't one at all except for one foolish woman's endeavors.

This is a drawing of my Addison lady, Thetalan (aka Theta), loosely based on the Fool Card of a tarot deck.

During the 1990s, Theta was a naive White Addison lady who fell deeply in love with Spamton G. Spamton, the BIG SHOT himself! Years before he burst into stardom, the two had a chance encounter in 1993 when Spamton was still building his wealth. While Theta was working at a sports arena on her first day, Spamton approached her stand to buy beer for him and his friend. However, he noticed her lack of training and, as a small gesture of kindness, showed her how to properly pour a beer from the tap before handing her a generous $20 tip. This encounter embedded into her very SOUL; Theta never forgot him, and her adoration for him grew into unconditional love in the years that followed.

Like the fabled sun in their world without one, she gazed upon his visage in awe and often said, "Someday, I want to be just like him and shine brightly above the city lights!"

Despite her best efforts, he rose higher and higher while she remained nothing more than a regular Addison. However, this did not stop her from believing that someday they would surely talk again!

Thoughts of love swirled in her mind, inspiring her to write him many poems, but she never had the courage to mail them. Then, one day in 1997, Spamton announced the opening of a dedicated PO box to send him fan letters with the possibility of reading his favorite ones on TV. This was her chance to finally get him to acknowledge her love for all to witness!

She rushed to her desk and poured all her devotion onto the paper, confessing every thought and feeling she had since their initial encounter. With a heart-shaped seal, she sent the love letter off, praying that he would find hers, remember that small moment they shared, and let all of CYBER WORLD and the neighboring Dark Worlds know how much he meant to her.

Every episode of the SPAMTON LOVE NETWORK sent her heart pounding. Surely there would come the day he'd find hers in all those piles of fan letters? She never gave up hope and believed he would read hers one day!

However, by 1998, Spamton's sales and net worth declined. The SPAMTON LOVE NETWORK was canceled in 1999 when a mysterious health condition robbed him from going on stage again. Crestfallen, Theta sobbed, knowing she'd never hear her "prince" announce her words of love. She prayed from the core of her SOUL, hoping he read her letter despite everything and kept it close to his heart.

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compneuropapers · 3 months ago

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Interesting Papers for Week 15, 2025

Surprise!—Clarifying the link between insight and prediction error. Becker, M., Wang, X., & Cabeza, R. (2024). Psychonomic Bulletin & Review, 31(6), 2714–2723.

Learning enhances behaviorally relevant representations in apical dendrites. Benezra, S. E., Patel, K. B., Perez Campos, C., Hillman, E. M., & Bruno, R. M. (2024). eLife, 13, e98349.3.

Symmetry breaking organizes the brain’s resting state manifold. Fousek, J., Rabuffo, G., Gudibanda, K., Sheheitli, H., Petkoski, S., & Jirsa, V. (2024). Scientific Reports, 14, 31970.

Stimulus-invariant aspects of the retinal code drive discriminability of natural scenes. Hoshal, B. D., Holmes, C. M., Bojanek, K., Salisbury, J. M., Berry, M. J., Marre, O., & Palmer, S. E. (2024). Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, 121(52), e2313676121.

Dynamic responses of striatal cholinergic interneurons control behavioral flexibility. Huang, Z., Chen, R., Ho, M., Xie, X., Gangal, H., Wang, X., & Wang, J. (2024). Science Advances, 10(51).

Bridging the gap between presynaptic hair cell function and neural sound encoding. Jaime Tobón, L. M., & Moser, T. (2024). eLife, 12, e93749.4.

Reducing the Influence of Time Pressure on Risky Choice. Jiang, Y., Huang, P., & Qian, X. (2024). Experimental Psychology, 71(4), 238–246.

Broadscale dampening of uncertainty adjustment in the aging brain. Kosciessa, J. Q., Mayr, U., Lindenberger, U., & Garrett, D. D. (2024). Nature Communications, 15, 10717.

Temporal context effects on suboptimal choice. McDevitt, M. A., Pisklak, J. M., Dunn, R. M., & Spetch, M. L. (2024). Psychonomic Bulletin & Review, 31(6), 2737–2745.

A computational model for angular velocity integration in a locust heading circuit. Pabst, K., Gkanias, E., Webb, B., Homberg, U., & Endres, D. (2024). PLOS Computational Biology, 20(12), e1012155.

A neuronal least-action principle for real-time learning in cortical circuits. Senn, W., Dold, D., Kungl, A. F., Ellenberger, B., Jordan, J., Bengio, Y., Sacramento, J., & Petrovici, M. A. (2024). eLife, 12, e89674.3.

Eye pupils mirror information divergence in approximate inference. Shirama, A., Nobukawa, S., & Sumiyoshi, T. (2024). Scientific Reports, 14, 30808.

Inferring context-dependent computations through linear approximations of prefrontal cortex dynamics. Soldado-Magraner, J., Mante, V., & Sahani, M. (2024). Science Advances, 10(51).

Noisy Retrieval of Experienced Probabilities Underlies Rational Judgment of Uncertain Multiple Events. Spiliopoulos, L., & Hertwig, R. (2024). Journal of Behavioral Decision Making, 37(5).

Evaluating hippocampal replay without a ground truth. Takigawa, M., Huelin Gorriz, M., Tirole, M., & Bendor, D. (2024). eLife, 13, e85635.

Future spinal reflex is embedded in primary motor cortex output. Umeda, T., Yokoyama, O., Suzuki, M., Kaneshige, M., Isa, T., & Nishimura, Y. (2024). Science Advances, 10(51).

The emergence of visual category representations in infants’ brains. Yan, X., Tung, S. S., Fascendini, B., Chen, Y. D., Norcia, A. M., & Grill-Spector, K. (2024). eLife, 13, e100260.3.

Cortisol awakening response prompts dynamic reconfiguration of brain networks in emotional and executive functioning. Zeng, Y., Xiong, B., Gao, H., Liu, C., Chen, C., Wu, J., & Qin, S. (2024). Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, 121(52), e2405850121.

The representation of abstract goals in working memory is supported by task-congruent neural geometry. Zhang, M., & Yu, Q. (2024). PLOS Biology, 22(12), e3002461.

Theta phase precession supports memory formation and retrieval of naturalistic experience in humans. Zheng, J., Yebra, M., Schjetnan, A. G. P., Patel, K., Katz, C. N., Kyzar, M., Mosher, C. P., Kalia, S. K., Chung, J. M., Reed, C. M., Valiante, T. A., Mamelak, A. N., Kreiman, G., & Rutishauser, U. (2024). Nature Human Behaviour, 8(12), 2423–2436.

#neuroscience #science #research #brain science #scientific publications #cognitive science #neurobiology #cognition #psychophysics #neurons #neural computation #neural networks #computational neuroscience

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polo-drone-055 · 8 days ago

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The Bloom Beneath

Miami’s June heat shimmered on the pavement as Trey walked beside Christian—Polo-Drone-055—whose polished visor reflected the blazing sun. Though they drew curious glances from passersby, Trey didn’t care. He had gotten used to being with 055, with and without his visor. And somehow, even in his silence, 055 radiated presence—calm, purposeful, comforting.

That morning, 055 had brought Trey a slip of paper—printed not written, with precise coordinates. No explanation. Just a location: a small island a few miles south of Key Biscayne, uncharted on most tourist maps. Trey had shrugged and smiled.

“Guess we’re going adventuring today, yeah?”

055 only nodded.

They took a rented skiff, Trey at the helm while 055 sat motionless, scanning the sea. After nearly an hour of weaving between mangroves and sandbars, they approached the coordinates.

Trey cut the engine. Before them rose a tiny island—no more than a sandbar, really—but crowned with a strange ring of bright pink plants, tall and feathered, swaying without wind.

Trey’s brow furrowed. “That’s… not normal.”

055 stepped into the shallow water without hesitation. The drone’s boots submerged with a quiet splash as it walked forward, unblinking, toward the heart of the island.

Trey followed.

As they stepped ashore, a faint hum filled the air—vibrating softly in Trey’s chest, like the resonance of a tuning fork buried in the earth. At the center of the pink flora, partially obscured by blossoms, lay something breathtaking.

It was a structure, or maybe a sculpture—impossible to tell. Shaped like a lotus but metallic and gently spinning, petals of copper and rose-gold unfolding endlessly into themselves. Each layer emitted soft light, pulsing in slow rhythm, like a heartbeat. Dew collected on its edges, even in the blazing sun, glistening like diamonds.

Trey knelt beside it. “What is this…?”

055 spoke for the first time that day, voice modulated but reverent.

“This is Bloom-Theta. A fragment of the Original Network. Not constructed. Grown.”

Trey reached out, fingertips brushing the warm surface of one of the petals. At once, a soft cascade of color washed over the structure—cool blues, then vibrant violets, finally resting in a calm gold. The humming intensified but didn’t hurt. It felt alive.

“Why here?”

“Buried long before the cities. Awakened by signal. Attracted to us. It responds to harmony.”

Trey stared in awe. “It’s beautiful.”

“It is a seed. It sings. It listens. It remembers.”

The flora around the bloom seemed to sway more intently now, leaning inward as if bowing toward the structure. Butterflies—perfectly silver-winged—fluttered above it, glinting like living chrome.

Trey sat cross-legged beside it as 055 stood guard in silence. Time lost meaning. The sun crept overhead. The bloom pulsed on.

Eventually, 055 moved again, scanning the sky.

“Signal must remain undisturbed. This place is not to be claimed. Only witnessed.”

Trey nodded slowly. “Then we keep it secret.”

055 extended a gloved hand. Trey took it, rising from the sand.

As they left the island and motored quietly back toward the city, Trey kept looking over his shoulder. The bloom faded behind the trees, lost to the world again.

But its beauty stayed with him, echoing in the back of his mind like a song only he and a silent drone could hear.

Recruiters: @polo-drone-001@brodygold@goldenherc9@polo-drone-125

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lboogie1906 · 3 months ago

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Juliette Derricotte (April 1, 1897 – November 7, 1931) was an educationist and political activist. Her death, after being turned away from a white-only hospital following a car accident in Chattanooga, sparked outrage in the African American community. She was the Dean of Women at Fisk University.

She was born in Athens, Georgia, the fifth of nine children. Her parents were Isaac Derricotte, a cobbler, and Laura Derricotte, a seamstress. She wanted to attend the Lucy Cobb Institute in Athens but the school was segregated and did not accept African American girls. This denial helped shape her perception of the world and her desire to change people’s racial prejudices.

Her public speaking earned her a scholarship to attend Talladega College. After graduating in 1918, she enrolled at the YWCA Training School. She became the YWCA secretary of the National Student Council, where her responsibilities included visiting colleges, planning conferences, and fostering ideas and leadership. She is credited with re-establishing the council’s ideology, helping it become more balanced, open, and interracial.

In 1924, she became a member of the World Student Christian Federation and began traveling the world as a delegate representing American colleges. In 1927, she received an MA in religious education from Columbia University. Her travels included a seven-week trip to Mysore, India starting in December 1928 to attend the World Student Christian Conference. Seeing British colonialism in India, she drew parallels with the subjugation of African Americans, as a growing network of African American and Indian activists were doing at that time. She wrote about the insights and inspiration she gleaned from the trip in the African American magazine, The Crisis.

She resigned from her YWCA position in 1929 to become Dean of Women at Fisk University.

She was an active member of Delta Sigma Theta Sorority and affiliated with the sorority’s first graduate chapter in New York City. Delta Sigma Theta established a scholarship fund in her honor, awarded to members of the sorority employed in the social work field. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence #deltasigmatheta

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thetreehousechronicles · 24 days ago

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Operation F.A.L.L.E.N - Characters Bio

KND OPERATIVE DOSSIER – CLASSIFIED

Name: Abigail Lincoln

Alias: Numbuh 5 (formerly), Rebel Tooth, The Fifth Flame, Ghost Whisper

Status: Active – High Threat (Level Theta by Iron Clad standards)

Affiliation: Founder & Commander of The Broken Tooth Rebellion (BTR), Formerly KND Operative - Sector V

Last Known Location: Broken Basilica near the Rusted Coastline

Allies: Maurice “Ghostwire,” Henrietta, Stickybeard (temporary truce), Hoagie (suspected collaborator), various BTR cells

Enemies: The Iron Clad (new KND regime), Rogue bounty networks, ex-Galactic Kids Next Door loyalists

Known Triggers: Child exploitation, civilian raids, elitist propaganda, Nigel Uno, mentioned of her former team/teammates

INTEL UPDATES

[TOP PRIORITY – TARGET FOR SURVEILLANCE AND INFILTRATION]

Abigail Lincoln was once the most dependable mind in the Kids Next Door. After The Collapse, she watched the organization she fought for twist into a self-serving power bloc known only as Iron Clad—one that protects the elite and sacrifices the weak. She disappeared after a failed coup from within and reemerged with a vengeance—forming The Broken Tooth Rebellion, a grassroots collective of former operatives, wasteland survivors, and orphaned youth. Their goal: to tear down Iron Clad and revive the true spirit of the KND—equal, free, and fearless.

Her base, the Broken Basilica, is a remnant of an old KND cathedral treehouse turned war-hub and sanctuary. While the Rebellion operates in cells, all trails eventually lead back to her. Charismatic, calm under fire, and sharper than ever, Rebel Tooth has become a beacon for the discarded and the forgotten.

OPERATIVE SUMMARY

Abby doesn't lead from behind. She’s often seen on the front lines—marking walls with the sigil of a cracked molar, freeing captured operatives, and disrupting Iron Clad supply lines. She may not have the resources of the old KND, but she has trust, numbers, and fire. Though her methods have made her a wanted figure by several factions, she remains a complex player. Some call her terrorist, others call her savior. Truth is, she’s both—and she knows it.

Recent intel connects her with:

Maurice “Ghostwire” – an elusive saboteur and information broker

Henrietta – explosives and terrain warfare specialist

Stickybeard – an uneasy alliance forged through a shared hatred of the Iron Clad

Hoagie P. Gilligan Jr. – still “just a friend,” but heavily rumored to be supplying her movement with old-world tech and repairs

She’s become the nightmare of the regime—and the hope of a better tomorrow.

#codename knd #knd #knd au #codename kids next door au #au in progress #au info #character bio #new project #operation F.A.L.L.E.N

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agoodfictitle-shadowban · 2 years ago

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From Vormir, With Love - Part 3

Part 1

Part 2

Tags: strangers to lovers, love in space angst on earth, slavery mention, alien abduction, post Endgame, will add as we go on

Summary: As you're being chased you crash on Vormir. So far, so bad. But things take a turn when you come face to face with a marooned Black Widow.

Word count: 2.9k

A/n: i don't remember which gifs i used already fkdoslzkz anyway, enjoy guys lmao

You awake in a silent room, everyone sleeping. Or almost. It's scary how quickly you notice Natasha's absence in the bunks or on the ground within the improvised beds. With a low groan, you sit up and look around to find her. And you do, she's sitting at the helm, one leg against her torso that she holds with her connected hands, her eyes fixated on the space advancing at speed around her. The colorful tapestry reflects against her like water navigating her skin, and you realize you could look at her forever. This too scares you. So you decide to face your fears head on and stand up to go talk to her.

"I'd prefer if you didn't put your boots on the seats," you whisper as to not awake anyone else. She looks up at you with those blue eyes and you feel your heart skip a beat. She offers a mischievous smile to you, before she puts her leg down.

"Stick in the mud."

"Better than mud on this… I want to say leather, but I have no idea if I'm honest." Her throaty laugh makes you smile and you hide it by looking at the console. You were doing good time, all things considered.

"I'll keep that in mind for the future."

Her teasing makes you escalate the situation. You refuse to back down now that you set up that boundary.

"You better remember."

"Or what?"

"Or I'll have to come for you," you threaten, leaning closer to her before you think better of it. There is a tension there, but you can't quite put your finger on it until she leans up, her eyes searching yours.

"We wouldn't want that," she says in… is that a flirty tone? No. No way. You were imagining things.

Things like a future after you're back on Earth, a very unlikely one, where she comes to visit you, or you go back in space together. Maybe you could be friends, or maybe… you stop your gay brain.

Yes, Natasha Romanoff is a very attractive woman, but one who would never be interested in you. And she is an Avenger, an incredible human being, a hero - no matter if they never came to save you right now. It's crazy how much you already want more from her despite barely knowing her, which is why you decide to simply shelve these budding attractions that you can't call feelings yet. It's better that way.

You just need to get further away from her face. And you did. Very slowly.

"I'm glad we agree," you say, your throat suddenly very dry.

You hear a beep coming from the side and take a look at the controls. Apparently you just made it to the Universal Neural Teleportation Network. You look at the empty space before you, and give a look to Natasha.

"We need to wake up everyone to secure them for the jump." You stand up and start to shake a few of your passengers awake, ordering them around with Natasha. When everyone is secure, you sit back at your seat and send the signal to open the door to the network and go through. You feel the sudden speed pull at your inside uncomfortably and before you know it you're far from Vormir.

A few hours go by before you are able to see the outpost orbiting a gaseous planet. You slowly approach until you receive a transmission.

"Outpost Theta-3, decline your identity."

The voice sounds frantic, and you quickly notice you were far from the only ship approaching the outpost. Probably an after effect of half the galaxy appearing back suddenly.

"We're mercenaries, in need of a place to board."

"Alright. Bay E-12 starboard."

"Thank you."

You fly and park next to the platform you were given access to, quickly feeling the gravity dampener relaying your ship's thrusters. It was bumpy with all the ships coming and going right next to you, but it was still a success. You let out a sigh of relief, glad to be able to get out of the ship. After staying in for so long, you're starting to feel cooped up. Still, you let everyone know they can leave safely, and wait for the cleaning crew to go first. When you leave your seat and look behind you, Natasha and June are still there, waiting for you to get out of the cockpit. There are no words exchanged, and no need for them, but you're thankful they waited for you. You join them towards the open door and before the three of you come out, you hand Natasha a small chip.

"Universal translator. So far we all had one, but we might come across people who don't so…"

"Alright," she nods. "Can you…?"

"Ah, yes, let me…" you come closer to her and gently move her hair out of the way, your fingertips caressing her skin so you can attach the chip right behind her ear. She let out a breath, now noticing she held it in at your proximity.

You offer her a shy smile before turning back to the door and going through it, only to see your new friends were under the threat of weapons. Some of them are pointed your way once you go through the door. You quickly put your hands up and someone comes to you to get your weapons, including those Natasha have.

"You're under arrest for being a part of the Grafd Syndicate. Charges include theft, attack against the Nova Empire, slavery, and numerous other crimes," one of them say as he steps forward.

"I'm so glad I can understand them," she seethe with a look your way. Did she think you…? No, she has to know.

"Wow. Wait, no. We're not– we stole the ship, remember. We stole it to escape them," you address the man in front of you, as much as Natasha. You can't see if she believes you or not, too worried by the scan they submit you to. It isn't the first time something like that happens, but every time it puts you on edge.

The man who scans you reports the results to his superior, who examines them for a minute. Tension feels your back, and you want to flee but you know better. They'd shot you down in an instant. Luckily it doesn't come to that. With a gesture everyone brings their weapons down. You take a deep breath, relief washing over you.

"We understand your situation, we will keep you among the other refugees until we know where to send you." The man starts to leave and you take a step further.

"That usually doesn't go so well," you whisper to yourself before you decide to plead more of your case. "Wait, actually we need you to contact someone and we can be out of your hair in no time."

He considers your words carefully.

"Lieutenant Krio, please see to them," he says without answering you directly. The Lieutenant in question, an alien with green skin but otherwise an humanoïd appearance, nods before she takes a step towards you.

"Please follow me, any of your needs will be covered once you get settled. Including your requests," she adds when she sees you're about to interrupt again. You abdicate for now and agree to simply follow her. You could almost smell Earth, you just needed to be patient a little bit longer.

After traveling through some hallways, you arrive at their mess hall. It's a long room, with a high ceiling, white walls and no windows but a skylight that gives directly into space, and more room than needed most of the time you imagine. But not today. Today, it's full of people. You guess most of them are past victims of the Snap, judging by how lost most of them look. There were at least a hundred people packed in the room, and your group just added to that number. When your guide finally stops it's to show you a small space delimited only by some holographic tape, with barely enough space for all of you to lay down, some sleeping bags and blankets stocked in a corner.

"Wait, we can just stay in our ship if you don't have the space," you offer upon observing your new quarters.

"Sorry, but we have to follow regulations."

"Regulations say we have to be parked like animals in a room?" You ask, your tone bordering on anger.

"That's how it is. No one likes it but we can't do anything about it. We need to secure your ship and it might take some time with the current influx of people."

You're about to protest some more when a hand grabs yours, and you immediately calm down at the cold coming from it. You give a pout to Natasha at her clear message. Calm down. We won't be there long.

"Okay, okay… can you at least try to contact the person I need you to?"

"Sure, do you have an ID number for them?"

"No, just a name." You turn to Natasha and let her give it, ignoring the annoyance on the face of your interlocutor.

"Carol Danvers, also known as Captain Marvel."

Recognition crosses the face of the Lieutenant and she nods. "We can try to contact her, but don't expect much. She rarely answers."

"Simply tell her it's from Natasha Romanoff."

"We will. Now if you'll excuse me…" she looks at your new quarters, then to your group. "I have more work to do. Someone will bring you food and more sleeping arrangements."

"Thank you," you answer very briefly and walk into your small corner. There was barely any space to move around and once everyone was sitting down, it felt even worse, especially with your bags thrown on the ground.

You discard your empty food tray when a soldier walks the imaginary hallways with a trolley to recover all the discarded dishes. After that, you sit next to June, who is now sleeping directly on the cold hard ground, and face Natasha, talking a few words in hushed tones to her.

"So, how do you know this Captain Marvel?" When you were taken from Earth, she wasn't yet a big name. You briefly wonder if you should have kept this question to yourself when you see the haunted look in her blue-green eyes, but she still answers.

"It was shortly after the Snap. We were still counting our losses. So many people…" you can see her eyes glimmer with unshed tears, and you wonder how many people close to her she lost. You guess a few. You yourself wondered sometimes if upon returning on Earth you would find the empty house of your parents, or if they would be there still.

"Anyone you knew?" You ask before thinking.

"Friends. My sister, too."

Slowly you move next to her and put your hand on her cold one, before you squeeze it gently. She looks so vulnerable, so far from the image you had of Earth's mightiest heroes. You truly hope your warmth can reach her somehow.

"I'm sure she's back like everyone else."

She smiles at you, just from the corner of her lips but it's enough for you. Your eyes meet briefly before she looks down, and you think you can see a bit of red on her cheeks. Somehow it makes your heart skip a bit.

"Yeah, she's probably fine. I just hope she'll be okay until I come home."

"Hey, if we're lucky we won't take 5 years now that we have your friend." Your joke makes her chuckle.

"Anyway… she appeared not long after the Snap, looking for Fury. He was part of the casualties so from then on we started working together," she finishes.

The haunted look made you think that this short explanation left out the weight of the numerous years spent feeling these losses. Her sister, her friends, whoever this Fury guy was. It was a lot when you also had the weight of half the world disappearing on your shoulders too. The grief must have been agonizing.

"That's quite the story. I guess that's all it takes for superheroes to start working together."

She hums, and after a lull in the conversation, she leans against you. It takes you by surprise, your breath catching in your throat. You swallow hard and turn your head to look at her. She's looking back at you with her sea-side eyes, and her face is so close you can feel her breath on your skin.

"I'm not bothering you, am I?" She asks in the same whispery tone you've been using for your conversation, but suddenly it feels so much more intimate. "You're just warm."

"No, it's no problem." Your answer it's a bit louder than you intended, and a small smirk finds its place on Natasha's lips. You blush in embarrassment.

"I'm going to take a nap then. Wake me up if anything happens."

You nod, she closes her eyes, and your throat is the driest it's ever been.

"Wake up," you urgently move Natasha away from you. "I think something is happening."

When she opens her eyes, she takes a deep breath and your scent immediately invades her senses. She'd had the best sleep she had in a while, and awakening is now harder than she expected it would be. But, contrary to her spirit, her body is ready to fight. Instinctively she reaches for her weapon. She still had two full magazines but it won't be enough if they're under attack. Maybe she can nick a weapon, but first, she has to assess the situation. She looks around, seeing everyone is agitated and some of the guards are running in the hallways. The floor is slightly shaking, too, a clear indication of something happening.

"Any idea what's happening?" She asks, crouching instead of simply sitting to get ready to act. You're already doing the same, a knee still on the ground to check on your own weapon and make sure the coils are in good shape.

"Not really. The station has been moving for a few minutes now -" explained the shaking "- but no one told us anything." As you are checking your weapon, Natasha notices your fingers are unsteady. It's the first time she sees something worry you since you met to the point of making you tremble.

"Y/n, are you okay?"

You nod at first, then shake your head, your breath shallow. "I just… What if it's the Grafd? What if we endangered everyone by coming here? When it's just us, it's fine, but there are so many people here!"

Natasha frowns. She's worried about your sudden panic, but also focuses on the fact you mentioned that you are being pursued by some people - the people you escaped from, she guessed now - but why would they still be after you? Yes, you took a ship from them, but it had been five years. It makes Natasha wonder if something else happened that they were so hell-bent in finding you again. She would need to bring the subject again later. For now, she decides to simply comfort you. You seem on the verge of a panic attack.

"Hey, it's probably nothing. See, Lieutenant Krio is here." She gently rubs your back, and you take a deep breath to relax slowly as you listen to the Nova Corps agents.

"Please, everyone calm down. The station moved through an asteroid field, we're in stable space again."

You let out a deep, shaky breath, and Natasha has you sit back down. Gently she pries your weapon from your fingers and puts it down on one of your packs.

"Those guys really scares you, huh?" She asks a rhetorical question. You know it's useless to deny it, no matter the bravado you show more often than not. Usually, there isn't a station full of innocent people around you. Usually.

"I guess. It's just… it happened once. People got caught in the crossfire." You swallow with difficulty. You remember the screams and the fire and the smell of burned corpses. After that you avoided places that were isolated, and you kept as low a profile as possible. You only scavenged in hope of getting out of this whole mess.

Natasha knew the feeling too well. For her, it was Dreykov's daughter, the people of New York during the battle who didn't make it. She knew what dreams haunted her friends too. It was the price of that life after all.

"Does it get better?" You ask when you see in her eyes what you see in yours when you look in the mirror.

"It does. Bit by bit. But never fully." It's hard for her to tell you the truth but she knows it's what you want. You nod. "It helps to have people you can count on." She looks towards the now awake June, and Tim. You barely know the guy but he'd been there for you so far - a bit out of paranoia but still it counts for something. "And to have people to talk with."

She smiles at you and takes your hand, lacing your fingers together. The gesture is firm but she offers you the possibility to take your hand away. You choose to leave it there.

It's a peaceful moment, and a peaceful feeling that she brings to you. But it barely lasts, when a soldier comes to your group. You let go of her hand, almost like a shy highschooler who doesn't want their parents to know about their girlfriend. A blast to the past.

"We got an answer," he says shortly. "Says she'll be here soon."

Natasha straightens her back. "Perfect."

It sounds like you were soon going to be home.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha #fvwl #natasha imagine #idk how to tag

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