#and i like my components to function until i drop dead

[riotraze]

What the fuck? That wouldn't even run my system, and I'm still running a 1080

Fifteen years ago it was common knowledge that if you wanted to buy a gaming PC, the first thing you did with it should always be to replace the fans, heat sinks and power supply with hardware that doesn't suck, because they always cut corners on those components to increase their profit margins, and it turns out a midrange tower will often outperform a top-of-the-line model that's suffering from constant voltage drops and running thirty degrees over the recommended operating temperature. I've been idly looking into the possibility of upgrading lately, and I cannot believe the situation has gotten even worse in that span. I just saw a pre-built box from a major brand sporting a GeForce 40 series running on a 400 watt PSU. Dude, what the fuck.

[monroeknoxwrites]

Missing

here's a wip for an actual fic I'll be working on. it takes place a few years after system collapse and a year after mb meets ciren. basic premise: what happens when ciren is pushed to its limits after being separated from its friends

Ciren was missing for two cycles.

On the third cycle, the drone I’d left with it pinged us.

Me and Three followed the signal until we reached a steep hill, a group of young humans on the other side. The tallest young human at the front pointed frantically at my drone circling over my head.

She turned to the others, shouting, “It has to be them!”

The others agreed, setting down the bundle of tied together jackets and shirts they were carefully dragging across the plain, their path through the blue-ish grass clear.

Inside the bundle was Ciren.

Three ran-slid down the hill, passed the tall young human struggling up it to reach me.

I didn't know what my face was doing but the young human hesitated a few steps away from me. She pointed at the drone again.

“It told us to follow the drone. That we could trust whoever owned it.” She was out of breath, showing signs of exhaustion. The climb up the hill took the last of her strength. She fell to her knees but pointed emphatically at what I thought was the other adolescent humans.

Breathless and desperate, she cried, “You have to help Ciren! Please, it saved us, you can't let it die!”

My drone shot over to Three lifting Ciren out of the makeshift gurney. There were visible projectile wounds on its body, nothing a SecUnit couldn't handle, and it was covered in blood. Not its blood.

Secunit, Three said on the feed the same moment my drone showed me the projectile wound through its head.

I'd been shot by an adolescent human before. They could have done this and were lying to get our help.

But the exhausted human in front of me had her face in her hands, sobbing. It didn't feel fake.

I hate to admit this but I locked up. My attention was split on Three climbing the hill, much slower this time, Ciren’s inert body looking small in its arms, and the young human in front of me, begging incoherently.

Performance reliability dropped five percent. My knees didn't buckle under me, I felt stuck, my body unresponsive.

This was what SecUnits were supposed to do, right? Get ourselves blown up so the humans could get away.

But this wasn't just any SecUnit.

21.3 seconds had gone by (which for a SecUnit was a disturbingly long time to be standing there not saying or doing anything) when Three nudged me gently on the feed.

I sent one of my drones scanning the perimeter to leave the blackout zone and inform ART. Turned my back on the crying human and Three (and Ciren in its arms), I said, “Follow me.”

And I walked away.

My med system is without fault.

Fifty percent? That's the highest probability it can give for—

Even in the feed I couldn't say it. ART finished for me. For reconstruction without impairing function or memory, yes.

That left a fifty percent chance that it would.

To my silence, ART said, It's better than zero percent. When you returned you said Ciren was dead.

I snapped, I know what I said.

Then you're aware this estimate objectively improves its situation.

Yeah, obviously it was better than knowing for certain Ciren was… non-functional. We had only reached as high as fifty percent success rate because of the way Ciren’s parts were cobbled together by a human who sort of, kind of knew what he was doing. And that the trajectory of the projectile had missed most of the essential inorganic components and neural tissue. And that the adolescent humans had found us so quickly.

The fact that Ciren had any chance of functioning again at all came down to pure dumb luck and I fucking hate luck.

I didn't want to stand here waiting for the end result. I left Three standing by the enclosed med platform; it hadn't let go of Ciren the whole ride back. It held Ciren like humans hold other injured humans until it placed Ciren there on the med platform. If I was better at this kind of thing I'd say something to it. But I didn't know what to say to myself.

After all this time together, I didn't view Three and Ciren with the same mistrust and wariness I did other SecUnits. They'd saved me multiple times, they'd saved my humans—our humans—more times than that.

Those same humans that tried to talk to me as I walked briskly down the corridor, shutting myself up in my cabin. I knew media watching was out of the question right now and I think, for once, ART knew I didn't want to talk about this either.

Fifty percent. It could go either way. Ciren could be restored to full functionality without any permanent damage to memory or it could boot up a completely different unit.

Fifty/fifty odds I could lose my friend.

I pulled the video from the drone I'd sent with Ciren before we were separated. This probably wasn't going to help but I had to know. I had to know what happened.

[hellsitesonlybookclub]

Tongues of the Moon, Philip Jose Farmer

"You won't have to untape your bomb," said Broward. "The transmitters are mined. So are the generators."

"How did you do it? And why didn't you tell me you'd already done it?"

"The Russians have succeeded in making us Americans distrust each other," said Broward. "Like everybody else, I don't reveal information until I absolutely have to. As to your first question, I'm not only a doctor, I'm also a physical anthropologist engaged in a Moonwide project. I frequently attend conferences at this base, stay here several sleeps. And what you did so permanently with your gun, I did temporarily with a sleep-inducing aerosol. But, now that we understand each other, let's get out."

"Not until I see the bombs you say you've planted."

Broward smiled. Then, working swiftly with a screwdriver he took from a drawer, he removed several wall-panels. Scone looked into the recesses and examined the component boards, functional blocks, and wires which jammed the interior.

"I don't see any explosives," Scone said.

"Good," said Broward. "Neither will the Russians, unless they measure the closeness of the walls to the equipment. The explosive is spread out over the walls in a thin layer which is colored to match the original green. Also, thin strips of a chemical are glued to the walls. This chemical is temperature-sensitive. When the transmitters are operating and reach maximum radiation of heat, the strips melt. And the chemicals released interact with the explosive, detonate it."

"Ingenious," said Scone somewhat sourly. "We don't ..." and he stopped.

"Have such stuff? No wonder. As far as I know, the detonator and explosive were made here on the Moon. In our lab at Clavius."

"If you could get into this room without being detected and could also smuggle all that stuff from Clavius, then the Russ can be beaten," said Scone.

Now, Broward was surprised. "You doubted they could?"

"Never. But all the odds were on their side. And you know what a conditioning they give us from the day we enter kindergarten."

"Yes. The picture of the all-knowing, all-powerful Russian backed by the force of destiny itself, the inevitable rolling forward and unfolding of History as expounded by the great prophet, the only prophet, Marx. But it's not true. They're human."

They replaced the panels and the screwdriver and left the room. Just as they entered the hall, and the door swung shut behind them, they heard the thumps of boots and shouts. Scone had just straightened up from putting the key back into the dead officer's pocket when six Russians trotted around the corner. Their officer was carrying a burp gun, the others, automatic rifles.

"Don't shoot!" yelled Scone in Russian. "Americans! USAF!"

The captain, whom both Americans had seen several times before, lowered her burper.

"It's fortunate that I recognized you," she said. "We just killed three Axes who were dressed in Russian uniforms. They shot four of my men before we cut them down. I wasn't about to take a chance you might not be in disguise, too."

She gestured at the dead men. "The Axes got them, too?"

"Yes," said Scone. "But I don't know if any Axes are in there."

He pointed at the door to the control room.

"If there were, we'd all be screaming with pain," said the captain. "Anyway, they would have had to take the key from the officer on guard."

She looked suspiciously at the two, but Scone said, "You'll have to search him. I didn't touch him, of course."

She dropped to one knee and unbuttoned the officer's inner coatpocket, which Scone had not neglected to rebutton after replacing the key.

Rising with the key, she said, "I think you two must go back to the dome."

Scone's face did not change expression at this evidence of distrust. Broward smiled slightly.

"By the way," she said, "what are you doing here?"

"We escaped from the dome," said Broward. "We heard firing down this way, and we thought we should protect our rear before going back into the dome. We found dead Russians, but we never did see the enemy. They must have been the ones you ran into."

"Perhaps," she said. "You must go. You know the rules. No unauthorized personnel near the BR."

"No non-Russians, anyway," said Scone flatly. "I know. But this is an emergency."

"You must go," she said, raising the barrel of her gun. She did not point it at them, but they did not doubt she would.

Scone turned and strode off, Broward following. When they had turned the first corner, Scone said, "We must leave the base on the first excuse. We have to get back to Clavius."

"So we can start our own war?"

"Not necessarily. Just declare independence. The Russ may have their belly full of death."

"Why not wait until we find out what the situation on Earth is? If the Russians have any strength left on Earth, we may be crushed."

"Now!" said Scone. "If we give the Russ and the Chinese time to recover from the shock, we lose our advantage."

"Things are going too fast for me, too," said Broward. "I haven't time or ability to think straight now. But I have thought of this. Earth could be wiped out. If so, we on the Moon are the only human beings left alive in the universe. And...."

"There are the Martian colonies. And the Ganymedan and Mercutian bases."

"We don't know what's happened to them. Why start something which may end the entire human species? Perhaps, ideology should be subordinated for survival. We need every man and woman, every...."

"We must take the chance that the Russians and Chinese won't care to risk making Homo sapiens extinct. They'll have to cooperate, let us go free.

"We don't have time to talk. Act now; talk after it's all over."

But Scone did not stop talking. During their passage through the corridors, he made one more statement.

"The key to peace on the Moon, and to control of this situation, is the Zemlya."

Broward was puzzled. He knew Scone was referring to the Brobdingnagian interstellar exploration vessel which had just been built and outfitted and was now orbiting around Earth. The Zemlya (Russian for Earth) had been scheduled to leave within a few days for its ten year voyage to Alpha Centaurus and, perhaps, the stars beyond. What the Zemlya could have to do with establishing peace on the Moon was beyond Broward. And Scone did not seem disposed to explain.

Just then, they passed a full-length mirror, and Broward saw their images. Scone looked like a mountain of stone walking. And he, Broward thought, he himself looked like a man of leather. His shorter image, dark brown where the skin showed, his head shaven so the naked skull seemed to be overlaid with leather, his brown eyes contrasting with the rock-pale eyes of Scone, his lips so thick compared with Scone's, which were like a thin groove cut into granite. Leather against stone. Stone could outwear leather. But leather was more flexible.

Was the analogy, as so many, false? Or only partly true?

Broward tended to think in analogies; Scone, directly.

At the moment, a man like Scone was needed. Practical, quick reacting. But, like so many practical men, impractical when it came to long range and philosophical thinking. Not much at extrapolation beyond the immediate. Broward would follow him up to a point. Then....

They came to the entrance to the dome. Only the sound of voices came from it. Together, they stuck their heads around the side of the entrance. And they saw many dead, some wounded, a few men and women standing together near the center of the floor. All, except one, were in the variously colored and marked uniforms of the Soviet Republics. The exception was a tall man in the silver dress uniform of Argentine. His right arm hung limp and bloody; his skin was grey.

"Colonel Lorentz," said Scone. "We've one prisoner, at least."

After shouting to those within the dome not to fire, the two walked in. Major Panchurin, the highest-ranking Russian survivor, lifted a hand to acknowledge their salute. He was too busy talking over the bonephone to say anything to them.

The two examined the dome. The visiting delegation of Axis officers was dead except for Lorentz. The Russians left standing numbered six; the Chinese, four; the Europeans, one; the Arabic, two; the Indian-East Asiatic, none. There were four Americans alive. Broward. Scone. Captain Nashdoi. And a badly wounded woman, Major Hoebel.

Broward walked towards Hoebel to examine her. Before he could do anything the Russian doctor, Titiev, rose from her side. He said, "I'm sorry, captain. She isn't going to make it."

Broward looked around the dome and made a remark which must, at the time, have seemed irrelevant to Titiev. "Only three women left. If the ratio is the same on the rest of the Moon, we've a real problem."

Scone had followed Broward. After Titiev had left, and after making sure their bonephones were not on, Scone said in a low voice, "There were seventy-five Russians stationed here. I doubt if there are over forty left in the entire base. I wonder how many in Pushkin?"

Pushkin was the base on the other side of the Moon.

They walked back to the group around Panchurin and turned on their phones so they could listen in.

Panchurin's skin paled, his eyes widened, his hands raised protestingly.

"No, no," he moaned out loud.

"What is it?" said Scone, who had heard only the last three words coming in through the device implanted in his skull.

Panchurin turned a suddenly old face to him. "The commander of the Zemlya said that the Argentineans have set off an undetermined number of cobalt bombs. More than twenty, at the very least."

He added, "The Zemlya is leaving its orbit. It intends to establish a new one around the Moon. It won't leave until we evaluate our situation. If then."

Every Soviet in the room looked at Lorentz.

[what-remains-of-wren]

FAQ: The Thing I point To When I Really Can’t Be Bothered.

See, when I first started this account I was a fucking child. I’m now an adult with an autoimmune disorder caused by the trauma I’ve been through, plus, I have a job and a life. I am in pain and exhausted every single day now because the stress I went through as a young child warped my body’s ability to recognise friend or foe, and I now produce antibodies to a key component of oxidative phosphorylation, the main way your (and mine) body produces energy.

Long story short, I feel like shit. All the time. My capacity for dealing with other people’s shit is greatly reduced.

“Why are you such a jackass?”

See above: always in pain and always tired. In adition, I was raised in a cult. I had no friends and spent the majority of my time alone. I never learnt how to socialise like a neurotypical so I might as well embrace looking like a prick. I also barely socialize. I don't really need social interaction. I don't mind it, I just don't require it to function. 

“I like you. Can we be mutuals?”

My instinctive reaction is "are you okay" but I know some people don't mind my tone and like my content when I remember that this blog exists. The answer is yes- if you follow me I'll probably follow back. It's tumblr, I follow hundreds of blogs and half of them don't post anymore. Curate your own experience.

Also if you're expecting me to message you as a mutual, like, don't? I treasure my mutuals but I'm really bad with direct messages so I just lurk in your notes and occasionally like things. If that suits you then we'll do great.

“Why do you emphasise your surname so much?”

I like having a full name. Gives me more gravitas which a 5'2" ISTJ shut-in doesn't otherwise have. Yes, I am 5'2". Bodily.

Do you have any hobbies?

I draw. I write. I code and I get into places I shouldn’t be. I spend most of my time indoors since sunlight destroys my DNA, so I spend a lot of time online, reading, or otherwise whiling away the time. I’m learning German and trying to solve a seventy-five year old legal mystery. I like law, criminal and international criminal law, and I collect and restore rosary beads. I’m listening to music pretty much 24/7 when I’m not on shift or asleep - I always half jokingly say it’s to block out the voices.

Why do you have DID?

This one I get more than I’d like, I think because I mention that we were raised in a very peculiar way. Short answer, is it’s not really any of your business unless we’re close friends, and even then there’s stuff I can’t talk about- or won’t- until we’ve processed it a bit more. Long answer, is that when we were very young we were not really given a chance to develop in a way that a normal person would, and not only has that made a bit of a mess of our body in a way that will potentially kill us, it’s made a bit of a mess of all the different facets that would normally make up a person actually becoming a singular person. 

I have genuinely been asked if I’m a survivor of specific traumas or not on this platform to ‘prove’ I have the right to talk about a specific topic. My answer to that is, for one, I don’t talk about things I don’t know about, because I have a little self restraint, and for two, if you’re expecting me to come with boy scout badges for every nasty thing that’s happened to me, we better have a damn big shirt to sew them on to.

“Kill yourself/you should die/I hope you die/[other unoriginal hate message]”

I exist only to spite you. Sorry. Enjoy knowing that I live with a condition that makes me far more likely to have blood clots than a regular person, and any given moment I could drop dead of a stroke or a pulmonary embolism and yet I remain alive to spite you.

“You're too online. [Some random shit] doesn't exist in real life/I have X opinion and you have Y. Why can't you see [insert rant]?”

Adults can do what adults want. If you’re going to pull “oh but children are impressionable” if some 14 year old on the internet wants a circus themed gender I couldn't care less. They can try their luck with it in real life, but that’s not my problem.

As for syscourse, I literially can't be bothered to discourse on someone else's identity and I hate semantics arguments. If you don't a demographic around there's this amazing thing called a DNI. Me having DID does not mean I have to bully people or be some stellar advocate just by virtue of existing. I am not obligated to be an activist. I can't be bothered, nor do I feel the need to.

“Why do you follow [problematic person]?”

I don't background check who I follow and I'm not going to make a habit of it. Unless the discourse shows up on my dash I'm not gonna seek it out. Just because I follow someone doesn’t mean I agree with every aspect of their life, but we should all well know by now, monsters hide in plain sight all the time. I can never know if someone is a person I want to endorse so I just fucking don’t.

Also I rarely block people unless they're not someone I want on this blog or they're those "wanna see my nudes" bots. Tumblr, whilst barely functional in some areas, allows you to curate your experience pretty well without blocking people.

That being said this is something I am willing to talk about but in the end I can follow someone for my own purposes and simultaneously be aware their content is sometimes insensitive and not actively platform them for that reason.

“You're faking DID/DID isn't real/I posted you on syscringe/reddit/[other fakeclaim]”

I curate parts of our online presence specifically to generate traffic from people like you. I am genuinely serious. If me simply just minding my own business with other systems will get me fake claimed, I might as well go all in cringe, right? It's just entertaining for me. Better me than a younger, newer system who might not have the solid foundations I do.

If you think I'm going to post about the bad shit on the fucking internet- on a public blog -and not to a professional you are seriously mistaken. The internet is my "troll around" space, not "talk about my trauma" space. In addition, I am not your trauma porn. Survivors are not inspirational. Suck my dick.

“What do you think of [drama/discourse/current affairs] situation?”

Ask me once I’ve had my coffee and my painkillers. 9/10 I don’t have the energy to engage in the regular newsflow.

“Do you support [identity]?”

I think "do I support" is a funny phrasing for an identity. You don't "support" someone else's identity or "agree with" it because you don't actually get a say in it. If it's good faith and it's not actually hurting other people people can call themselves what they want and I don't care. Half the time I'm totally unqualified to give an opinion on these things. I just don't care what other people want to ID as.

“If you say you support everyone, do you support MAPs/Zoophiles?”

Children and animals can't consent. Non-consensual things are wrong. You should not have to ask me this. I feel like it’s kind of obvious.

“Are you pro-ship or anti?”

I'm asexual and neurodivergent. I don’t read fanfic or ship people. Don't expect me to take sides on issues I’m not familar with. Same goes for mspec lesbian discourse. I'm quite clearly not a lesbian. I defer to people have a fucking clue.

So that's the FAQ. I'll add to it over time, I'm sure, and I hope this saves me having to troll people who send me hate in the future. Leaves time to formulate nice answers to people who are here for genuine reasons and want genuine advice.

Live well and all that.

- Charlie

[tros-for-dinner]

The tros death star fight, reimagined

A little background to set up my re-imagining of the scene: through most of the movie, Rey and Kylo are at cross-purposes. (I wrote the following in two hours, it isn’t perfect yet, keep in mind it’s a revision-in-progress).

Rey: in the start of the movie, she and Kylo experience a vision in the Force together. They both see Rey sitting on the throne, ruler of the galaxy - this Rey is completely alone, having isolated herself from her friends and Kylo. Her pain and anger are immeasurable, and she’s destroying the galaxy with her power in the Force (she’s lashing out, but with the Force). Rey sees the vision, and sets out to find the throne and destroy it. Through the story, she learns more about the throne. (Long story short, palpatine and the throne are a metaphor for how greed corrupts, because greed is the cause of suffering.)

Kylo: in parallel to Rey - he experiences the vision with Rey: in the vision, he is dead because she killed him. He can feel his death approaching but his survival instinct is rebelling, he doesn’t want to succumb to this fate he thinks he’s been born into. He goes to Mustafar in pilgrimage, finds the holocron, gives himself PTO to go where the map leads. (Hux is the one making the actual leadership decisions for the F.O.)

Kylo goes to Exogol and finds the throne and palpatine, who tells him that he can be the most powerful being in the universe…if he kills Rey. Kylo is extremely conflicted about this. He is convinced he’s supposed to want power but he doesn’t want to destroy this person who he has such a deep connection with. Rey finds out he has the map through a force-skype scene and decides she’s going to steal the map from him so she can get to the throne. 

Through their force Skype scenes in the movie, Kylo is trying to convince Rey that she isn’t so high-and-mighty. “We’re not so different,” he says, which is the truth. “What are your friends going to say when they find out you interact with the dark side of the Force as much as any Darksider?” he asks, pointedly. “The dark side is a part of us, whether we like it or not.”

When the gang smuggles themselves aboard Ren’s star destroyer to rescue Chewie (in my reimagining it is Rose they’re rescuing), Rey splits off from the group to find the map (but doesn’t tell her friends that’s what she’s really doing). In the end, she doesn’t find it, and longer escape short, force-pirouettes herself away in the hangar after Kylo lets her go (he stands between her and the troopers so he can stop any blaster bolts they may loose). 

Critical moment: when Kylo sees her face-to-face in the hangar - seeing each other in person for the first time since the throne room - he realizes that he won’t ever be able to kill her, not for any reward in the galaxy. He decides then he’s going to destroy the throne and palpatine. He knows he isn’t strong enough to do it alone. He wants Rey to help him. 

Kylo follows the Falcon to Kif Bir, in effect abandoning the First Order, and tracks Rey out to the Death Star wreckage.

Long part of Finn’s plot short: the Falcon crash lands in a village of ex-stormtroopers, Finn decides he’s going to spend the rest of his life trying to free troopers. A couple of months ago I posted to tumblr the scene where he tells Poe, it was pretty well-received and I’m proud of it.

Rey sees the death star, realizes through her experience scavenging imperial ships that there will be a map room (and she can ‘feel it in the Force’ or whatever). Or, the ex-troopers tell her gossip that there’s a map hidden in that piece of the ship in the sea. Either way, Rey makes a gamble and goes out to the death star wreckage without telling anybody.

So all of this leads up to the Death Star. Rey rappels to the Emperor’s chambers and experiences a vision in the Force - dark side rey. This version of her is cruel and uncaring, absolutely fractured by pain and anger and loneliness: what she will become if she keeps pushing her friends away and insisting she can do everything by herself. Because that’s the lesson in this movie: the Force brings us together. None of us can do it alone. Every person needs a community, some sort of social structure in which to exist. To isolate ourselves, not accept help when we need it, to drown in loneliness - these things are antithesis to the Force. Palpatine tells Rey and Kylo that to be powerful, they have to isolate themselves, but that is a lie so he can control them. The truth is, to be powerful, they have to work together.

Rey gets out of the map room/vision, and Kylo has found her. Him being there is a declaration: ‘I’m choosing whatever side you’re on.’ “We need to work together to destroy the throne!” he implores her.

Rey, shaken from the vision, and not yet accepting how she feels about Kylo, rejects this. He destroys the second map in a very stupid attempt to bluff: ‘now the only way to palpatine is with me’. Rey realizes that the second map is still in his ship, which is parked very close by, and chooses to fight Kylo for it.

So: the two of them are actually fighting about something in the death star wreckage. Rey wants to beat kylo so she can get to his ship and fly away alone; Kylo is trying to logic Rey into them working together. He’s not interested in killing her, and refuses the killing blow every time one arises.

Leia is dying. She reaches out in the Force and both Rey and Kylo can feel her presence; both are distracted. Leia tells Ben that she loves him, and she dies.

Rey and Kylo are standing in the ocean spray, shellshocked. Rey recovers first, and she force-snatches Kylo’s ‘saber right out of his hand (or, from the deck, if he drops it in a fit of abstentia).  He startles, trying to grab it back, but it’s too late: Rey is holding his saber in her hand. He stares at her with fear in his eyes, frozen in place.

Rey stops, and looks down at the saber.

She, and the audience, can see how slip-shod his saber is. We see up close the mods and fixes he made to his saber in order to still use his cracked kyber crystal. (For more info, see the Force Awakens Visual Dictionary, I think. Basically, Ben was a fucking nerd but his fix was pretty janky.) Through the Force, Rey can feel the cracked crystal in the saber: it radiates pain in unending waves. It’s a traumatized being, disguised and held together and made mostly functional with a facade of poorly-hidden nerd shit. It’s a metaphor, and Rey feels a surge of compassion for Kylo she hasn’t felt since before the throne room. 

“What happened to it?” she asks Kylo quietly, tears threatening in the back of her eyes. “The kyber.”

He blinks at her, unfreezes a little. There’s grief hidden in his face. “It’s tradition,” he answers her. “M-… Snoke said that to be a true dark-sider, I had to submit the galaxy to my will. The start of that was the crystal. Jedi form a symbiotic relationship with their kyber. Darksiders bend the kyber to their will.” He looks away, fighting his bitter grief. “My resolve wasn’t strong enough. I broke the crystal. It took me ages to find a solution so I could actually use the fractured kyber.”

Rey visibly makes a decision, holds up the ‘saber, then lets go - it is suspended in the air by the Force. She takes a step back.

“I wanted to take your hand,” she confesses to him. It takes real strength for her to say this: it’s her closest-guarded secret. “Ben’s hand.”

He’s gobsmacked at this - but, more than anything, hope dawns across his face. Rey moves her gaze from him to the suspended ‘saber. She holds out her hand in the “Force Stance” towards the ‘saber, but her hand is in a fist. She takes a deliberate inhale, determination on her face, and springs her fist open.

The saber handle explodes - Kylo flinches. When he opens his eyes and looks, he’s surprised to see that she didn’t blast the ‘saber apart and scatter the pieces, as he/we expected: the components of his saber handle are like planets orbiting a miniature star, the kyber crystal. It is glowing bright in the center, and all of Rey’s attention is focused directly on it. As he watches, she heals the crystal, then reassembles the saber as it was before. She floats the saber back to him and he takes it, speechless. He ignites the saber: the blade isn’t nearly as volatile as it was before, but more importantly, instead of being red, it glows white. (Or whatever color healed crystals take, this isn’t the first time it has happened in canon, i think.) He extinguishes it and holsters it.

They take tentative steps toward one another, neither with a lit saber. Both are unsure but keep moving until they’re the closest they’ve been since the elevator.

“I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you,” she says to him, lifting a hand towards his face. 

He watches, breathless - he and the audience think she’s going to caress his face - but instead, her hand changes trajectory at the last second, passing over his face - it’s the same trick he used against her in the forest in Force Awakens. He passes out. His eyes roll back into his head and he collapses, dead weight - but she catches him with the Force and lowers him down gently, then picks up her heels and runs.

He comes to rather quickly - he’s unfocused for a beat, then comes fully back online - just in time to see his ship high in the sky, driving away. He staggers to his feet, a ship lands behind him. He turns - it’s the KOR. They’re there to pick him up.

“Where to, boss?” his second-in-command asks. Kylo looks at him - them being here means they’re loyal to him, not the FO. He has allies, even in this darkest time. 

“Follow my ship,” he commands, starting to strip his wet clothes. “We’re going to be there for her when she needs us.”

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Caliginous I Darth Maul x Reader

Chapter 6: The Time In-Between

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“Look over there.” You are leaned against the wall behind Maul, looking for a clearing in the miles of forest that are spread out ahead of you. You’ve been flying low for some time now, unable to find a place to land, the density of trees too high.

The ship turns right, following the direction of your outstretched hand. And you were right; as you close in on the speck of color you spotted among the masses of green, you can tell it’s a clearing you’ve found.

“Sit down for the landing.”

You move from your position against the wall to the closest seat and sit down on it.

You can feel the ship slowing down and gently sinking. The Sith is a good pilot, managing to dodge all trees and land perfectly centered on the small clearing.

Together you leave the ship, and you close your eyes as you finally breathe in the fresh air. The sounds of the forest fill your ears and a sense of utter peace and warmth fills you.

You’ve got a good feeling about this planet—you haven’t seen any signs of civilization for miles while flying, which means you’re going to be safe from any enemies you may have made.

The zabrak seems to be satisfied with the location as well: You can tell by the way his body seems less tense than usual, his shoulders dropping down and the muscles in his face relaxing.

“My scans say there should be a source of water nearby.” He looks around in an attempt to orient himself, then looks back down on the device on his wrist. “This way.” He points to his left.

“I will go look for it.”

“Remain vigilant. We don’t know what could be hiding in this forest.”

You are somewhat touched by the way he shows he does, somehow, care about you. Reminding you to stay safe, providing you with all the materials you ask for—it seems like very little, yet it means a lot, coming from him, who otherwise seems so untouchable.

You hear a sound and freeze, holding your breath and listening intently. Was that an animal, or was that…

water?

You rush to where the steady sound of waves is coming from and indeed: a small river meanders through the forest scenery. It’s unsurprising that you didn’t see it from up in the air; the trees cover it almost entirely.

It is a beautiful sight, and it will be useful as well—instead of using up the water on the ship, you can use the river as your water supply while you’re here

You just soak it all in for a moment, contemplating to sit down, but instead decide to head back to the ship and share what you found with Maul.

You have almost made it back to the clearing, when you hear a sound again, except for this time, you know for sure it must be an animal—you are too far away from the river to still be hearing it.

A quiet crack comes from behind you, and you spin around, machete in your hand.

You are faced with a creature that looks similar to a rabbit, maybe a little smaller, with bigger eyes, and longer limbs.

You can’t help but coo at the sheer cuteness of this animal.

“I like this planet” you whisper to yourself as you bend your knees slightly and get closer to the animal that’s still just staring at you. Weird—shouldn’t a creature like this be afraid of you?

Maybe, there just aren’t any predators in this place, that’s why it doesn’t show any signs of fear. Or maybe—

You let out a surprised scream as it opens its mouth to bare a set of razor-sharp teeth, saliva dripping from them. Maybe it is the predator.

You make a run for it and hear it following closely behind. You’ve got the bad feeling that this creature is faster than you, its steps getting louder with every second.

Spotting a low-hanging branch, you jump and pull yourself up on it, hugging the branch for a second while you catch your breath.

The animal is right under you, jumping and snapping, but unable to reach you.

The shock in you finally subsides and makes room for rationality: You can probably kill this thing quite easily, you just have to avoid it getting too close to you.

You jump back down and ram your machete into its back before it can react, the beastly sounds of it finally quieting down, until silence returns to the forest.

Wiping the sweat off your brow with the back of your hand, you pick up the dead animal by its neck, deciding to take it back to the ship.

You walk for another minute before reaching the clearing. Maul, kneeling in front of an open panel on his ship, eyes up the dead body in your hands and looks like he is about to say something, but you interrupt him.

“There’s water less than three minutes from here, but if you encounter one of these bunnies, don’t fall for it.” You drop the body in front of him. “They’re carnivores.”

He opens its mouth with his fingers, exposing its pointy teeth. A frown grazes his features.

“Do you think there are more of them out there?” You ask.

His eyes close in thought.

“We can’t rule out the possibility.” He gets up from his kneeling position, now looking down at you. “We should set up shields around the ship.”

You nod, averting your gaze, suddenly intimidated by the close proximity.

Your eyes get caught on the dead animal between you. Nudging it with your foot, you ask: “You think we can eat this thing?”

“I wouldn’t risk it.” He walks to the open ramp, returning shortly after with four appliances in his arms. They slowly rise from his grasp, floating from his position to the edge of the clearing, creating a rectangle around the ship.

“Turn those two on.” He gestures to his left, turning around to activate the other two.

After flicking a couple of switches, you are surrounded by the soft hum of functioning shields. They dim out outside noises as well, and suddenly it’s eerily quiet on the clearing. You didn’t even notice until now how loud nature can be.

It’s the middle of the day, so you figure it would be smart to stay awake until the sun sets, to get used to the local time. This gives you about five hours to spare.

You remember the lightsaber in your bag and look over to the Sith, who doesn’t appear to be overly busy. This would be a good time to get some practice with the new weapon.

Hurriedly, you enter the ship and rummage through your bag, until your fingertips graze the cool metal handle.

For the first time, you get a good look at the weapon, the way the components are arranged, the detail that went into it.

“What do you have there?”

His voice startles you; you didn’t hear him move to the open ramp.

“I was about to show you.” You toss him the weapon and he examines it in his hands for a second before igniting it. The blue hue feels unfamiliar, unlike his red saber, and reminds you of the Jedi that had come to your planet before.

“This belonged to a Jedi.” he assesses correctly.

“I stole it from the guild. They had taken it from one of them.” You pause. “I was hoping to learn to use it.”

He retracts the blade and throws the weapon back to you. “Usually, only force users wield them.”

“But it doesn’t need to be that way, right?” You remember igniting his lightsaber on Nar Shaddaa.

“No. It is possible to use one without any force sensitivity.”

You feel like a child receiving a gift at the prospect of being able to fight with a real lightsaber.

“But you’ll need to practice. Lightsabers are different from regular swords in many ways.”

“Will you show me?” You tear your eyes from the shiny weapon in your hands, meeting his gaze.

He ponders for a minute.

“I believe this will be beneficial, yes.”

You try to not let your giddiness show, but inside you are squealing with delight.

The powerful weapon is lighter than you expected and balanced differently from your usual sword. Its weight resides mostly in its handle, making it suitable for twirling and faster movements. Also, you need to use much less force to do damage, but at the same time, you need to be extremely careful to not hurt yourself by accidentally letting it touch you.

You figured all of this out on your own in the past few minutes. Now, Maul is standing before you, red lightsaber ignited, ready to test what you’ve managed to pick up so far.

It’s a good thing you are already very familiar with fighting with a sword, you think.

You come at him slowly, experimentally, and for the first time, you experience the feeling of two lightsabers pressing against each other. It sends a weird vibration through your arms. With a little more force, Maul pushes against your hold and sends you stumbling backward, but you collect yourself once more and come at him again, this time actually trying different moves and getting into a proper sparring session, though he doesn’t appear to be overly challenged by your efforts. He ends up winning by getting you into a position in which you are forced to lower your lightsaber to protect your legs, and then quickly pointing his saber to your neck, not getting it close enough to actually hurt you, but enough to prove that—in a real battle—he would have been able to.

Somehow, that demonstration of power is very attractive to you.

You just stand there for a moment, slightly out of breath, until he retracts his saber.

“You are a good fighter.” His statement catches you by surprise, not expecting a compliment.

“I… Thank you?” You don’t know what to say.

Your eyes fall on his lightsaber.

“I’ve been meaning to ask—Why is your lightsaber handle so long?”

He steps further back from you, holding it in front of him and reigniting it, but suddenly, the other side is ignited too—a double-bladed saber.

Fascination flashes through your eyes as you muster the weapon with wonder, tilting your head.

“Is this common?”

He shakes his head, retracting the two blades. “It requires years of practice.”

Something inside you wants to ask him if you can use it, but you suppress the desire to hold the unusual weapon. Maybe another time.

You hate to admit it, but you’re bored. With the shields up, not even the sounds of the forest are there to entertain you, and you feel cut off from the rest of the world. For the past few hours you’ve taken to throwing the ball against the shield and catching it when it ricochets off of it, lazily sitting on the grass with your back against the spaceship.

The sun finally sets, painting the sky stunning colors, and you decide it’s time to get some rest and fall into the planet’s natural rhythm. Maul disappeared inside the ship not long ago, you think he was in the shower.

Now, as you enter the ship, you can hear his footsteps upstairs, but you pay no mind to it. You down a bottle of water and flop down on the bed, really wishing there was a curtain to give you at least some kind of privacy. You stay on top of the covers and close your eyes, trying to fall asleep, but the lack of noise around you is unsettling. Instead of the hum of the spaceship, the chirping of the birds, or even the bustling streets of Kessel, there is nothing but silence, only occasionally interrupted by footsteps on the floor above you.

You awaken just as the sun rises. Maul is nowhere to be seen, but the sheets on his bed are slightly messed up, indicating he actually slept in here for some time. You feel weirdly embarrassed at the thought of him seeing you asleep, in such a vulnerable state, but it’s somewhat nice to know that he trusts you enough to sleep in your presence.

The outside air is slightly cooler than the day before, giving you goosebumps as you exit the ship, but it’s the perfect temperature for physical activity.

As a contract killer, it’s always been important that you stay in perfect shape and have one hundred percent control over every muscle. You don’t intend to change that anytime soon, so you start warming up and quickly move to some exercises, making use of the few trees that are still within your shields. The air on this planet is much better than Kessel’s polluted atmosphere, and you feel like your stamina is at an all-time high.

You have been at it for about an hour and have taken to stretching out again when you hear steps approaching. You are in the middle of doing a split and not really in any position to get up, but you turn your head—just in time to catch the wooden staff he is throwing your way.

Is this his way of asking you to spar with him? Truly, not a very vocal man, though you aren’t very talkative either.

You push yourself off the ground and weigh the staff in your hands, remembering the days when you would be forced to practice with a staff just like this for hours and hours. You would say that you have gotten quite good at it overall this time, even though you never saw the point in practicing so much with a staff instead of a sword - not once have you been in a situation in which you seriously had to fight an enemy with just a staff.

But there was probably an underlying reason nobody ever bothered to explain to you.

And, also, it is kind of fun.

Twirling the staff in your hand once, you get into a fighting stance, feeling admittedly a little excited to be in a fair fight with him.

“A fair fight, you say?”

Your mouth falls open as you stare at him.

“Did you… read my mind?”

He starts spinning the staff in his hands, approaching you, when you decide to go into the offense, immediately extending the staff towards him and starting your attack by executing forceful and fast-paced blows with both sides of your staff, twisting and spinning, and just completely giving in to your intuition.

“You are not shielding it.” He says in between chains of attack, pushing down on your staff forcefully.

“That’s exactly,” you grunt as you push him away, “what I meant. Mind tricks are cheating.”

He scoffs but stays quiet after that.

This session is much more even than when you tried the lightsaber. Both of you have years of practice with this medium, at least you assume he has judging by his aptitude with the weapon, so it’s unsurprising that neither of you really have the upper hand. Sometimes, Maul ends up with the staff pointing straight at your neck, sometimes the roles are reversed.

It’s after a particularly long round that you decide you’ve had enough of the staff and toss it to the side, facing your opponent with a challenging look. He hesitates, but eventually gives in and follows your lead, obviously less comfortable without any kind of weapon in his hands, which is exactly what you anticipated his reaction to be.

Because most people you fight are bigger than you, you rely on speed and the efficient use of your body weight, as well as your flexibility, meaning you jump and kick a lot and make full use of the agility you’ve worked on for years.

Maul, however, is shockingly swift in his movements as well, despite the fact that hand-to-hand combat is clearly not his preferred method of fighting.

You dive under his swing and execute a smooth roundhouse kick, immediately spinning a second time, and landing a hit at the side of his face. You didn’t go full-power, since you’re just sparring, but it was strong enough to get him to stumble the tiniest bit, giving you the opportunity to come running up to him and wrap your left leg around his side, jumping up while rotating your hips and effectively throwing him to the ground under you.

You try to fight the triumphant grin that is trying to make its way on your face, always having been taught to not let any emotions shine through in combat - but sitting on his side, your legs wrapped around his and his arms pinned to the ground next to his head with one hand, the other holding on to his neck, restricting all movement, you finally feel like you have won , which you didn’t realize until now was something you were in desperate need of after having lost to him in the alley. You never thought self-doubt and insecurity could manifest in you so fast, but apparently, one defeat was all it took to bring you down. Luckily, your self-esteem recovers just as fast as it collapses.

Panting, you look down at the zabrak and suddenly really feel the sensation of skin-to-skin contact, noticing how warm his skin is against yours, how close you are to him, how this is the first time you actually touch ...

You stare at his larger hands next to yours, realizing that for once he is not wearing his leather gloves, red and black fingers finally exposed to your lingering gaze—

With a ruck he frees himself from your hold on him, you too distracted to react in time. His hand shoots up to your shoulder and pushes it back, using his leg to spin you onto your back and press you into the ground.

You open your mouth to protest, but can’t think of anything to say other than ‘It’s not fair, I was busy staring at you and being touch-starved!’

So there you are, buried underneath his form, just blinking at him disappointedly. You could swear that amusement is flickering in the corners of his hypnotizingly yellow glowing eyes. The only sound heard is the two of you breathing hard, your heart thumping in your chest.

He remains in his position on top of you for a moment longer than one usually would while sparring, before abruptly standing up, briefly hesitating, and then stretching his hand out to help you get up. You take it, his skin again unexpectedly hot and far softer than it looks.

How come somebody with a life as violent as his has such… nice hands?

“Once again, you are not shielding your thoughts.”

Embarrassment fills you as you realize he just heard you call his hands ‘nice and soft’.

“Nobody said you had to listen to them!” you snap defensively, unable to think of something better to reply while you feel the blood rushing to your cheeks, quickly turning away from him to keep him from seeing your blush.

You’ll have to figure out how to protect your thoughts better in the future.

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oooh, reader is a little touch-starved you say? Not gonna lie, I wouldn’t mind my favorite zabrak gently pinning me to the ground either,,,

@princessayveke

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Experimental

Summary: As a scientist, it was up to Changkyun to ensure the variables in this experiment remained controlled. The last thing he expected was to become part of the experiment himself.

Pairing: Im Changkyun x reader

Genre: vampire au / co-workers to lovers au

Warnings: a snippet of vampire sexual urges but it’s all really tame tbh.

A/N: The final week of Frightful October is here! Welcome to The Classics! Who doesn’t love a good vampire story, huh? And because I forever enjoy writing Changkyun and science together, let’s continue that trend here!

Word count: 4059

[Frightful October Masterlist]

It all happened quite fast really.

One day, Changkyun was human and the very next day he was a vampire. Waking up in his new form had initially confused him. Much like Peter Parker in the Spiderman series, once the venom had run throughout his body, the physical attributes were the first sign to his change. Changkyun sat up in his bed, his vision increasingly sharper than it had been the day before. Rubbing at his eyes, he returned to staring at the curtains, letting out a yelp when the skin over his face started to feel overly hot with the stream of morning light hitting it.

Unlike Peter Parker, Changkyun’s changes didn’t excite him about being some amazing superhero with heightened abilities.

Instead, he let out a curse. An incredibly long, unintelligible string of profanity actually, dashing out of his room and into the bathroom with haste. He should have been more concerned, but he laughed incredulously as he swore again, no longer capable of seeing his reflection in the mirror at all.

And that was when Im Changkyun realised his experiments had adopted a very different variable that he hadn’t been prepared for.

“Are you alright?” you asked when Changkyun arrived in the lab two hours later, glancing up from the microscope you were observing slides of the specimen under and frowning. “Your skin looks deathly pale.”

With another bitter laugh, Changkyun nodded, slipping on his lab coat and coming over to your side. He knew enough about the blood you were working on together now that he expected the burning before he even took a single step forward. But it was unimaginable how overwhelming it all got. He could hear your heartbeat, steady and strong. Your blood was rushing through your veins, flowing down forks and pathways at a rate he had never anticipated. He could sense your next slightest movement before you made it and you suddenly had a scent permeating off your body he had never smelled before.

It was so delectable, he could almost taste it.

Still, to you, Changkyun appeared sluggish, perhaps a little unwell. His sudden transformation overnight was unbeknownst to you and you merely smiled warmly at him when he was close enough.

Far too close for a newly turned vampire, he thought.

“I’ve been monitoring the slides you made last night and there have been some evolving cells in slide seven,” you explained, picking it up and placing it under the microscope. Changkyun had seen it before you had placed it down, blinking rapidly at being able to pick it up without the assistance of equipment. Still, he humoured you, stepping in front of the instrument and looked down into it.

Of course, there had been some improvement. The hybrid cells had formed thanks to him and the mishap he had last night.

At first, he hadn’t wanted to admit he had made a mistake. As the head scientist on this project, he knew more than anyone else about the impacts of the specimen you were working with. Whilst there was no vampire present in this lab – or at least, there hadn’t been until now – the blood was potent enough that if a single drop touched human skin, it would end up being a fatal experience.

And then you’d wake up a vampire, just as he had.

It wasn’t even that simple. He had been on the brink of discovery, focusing on the cell structure in slide number seven that was showing possible indications on how to duplicate it enough to create a cure. Whilst vampires only made up 5% of the world’s population, the primitive creature comforts of drinking from the necks of victims was now in for a modernised revision. There was a market for medical research, to help vampires live more comfortably alongside humans. No more sucking them dry or using up blood banks that were exploiting the not-so mythical creatures for all they were worth. Instead, they would offer a synthetic drug with components that allowed the vampire to exist peacefully in a world run by humans. It wouldn’t cure them completely, but if taken regularly, it would keep the carnal urges at bay, allow them to walk in sunlight and even share normal interactions with humans.

He had been so close with a breakthrough, only to taint it with his own blood instead.

Looking at the slide, he could see the cells had morphed, enhanced by his blood that it had absorbed. Essentially, he had fed the deprived specimen when his finger had slipped whilst working last night, and whilst he had been focusing more on himself and trying to not get infected, he had abandoned the slide’s immediate changes.

Now up close, it looked beautiful.

“I don’t know how such a change could have happened,” you mentioned with confusion, lifting your hand to rest on his upper arm as you would often do in the lab. However, he knew it was about to happen and stepped away before you could touch him, your perplexed expression deepening at his jittery behaviour. Your eyebrows knitted together. “You okay?”

“Just watch that slide for me. Do not touch it with your hands.”

You rolled your eyes. “Who would be dumb enough to do that? That’s why we have specialised equipment, Kyun.”

“Of course. I’ll be up in my office if you need me,” he mumbled, leaving you on the lab floor and taking to the stairs in the corner, hurrying up them and into his sanctuary. Once the door was shut, he ran a hand over his face irritably, soon pulling away to inspect his finger. The cut was gone, as he expected it would be but still, it piqued his curiosity. As a scientist, it was an innate skill to always ask questions of the problems presented to him. He couldn’t understand how he had changed into a vampire when his actual finger hadn’t touched the slide. What had been contaminated by the blood before his wound happened? The outside of his gloves? Your chiding answer repeated in his head, and Changkyun replayed last night’s hours spent in the office. He marvelled at the speed in which his brain functioned, the clarity of his memory now exceptional. It was as if he was rewinding through CCTV, finding the moment of his accident and watching it unfold in his mind once more. He had been using the equipment expected of his team. Although his attention was definitely not on what was happening around him, and that was where the fault lied. He recognised there was more than one slide infected, leaping up from his chair and raced down the stairs right as you glanced up at him in horror.

“Changkyun, slide four is empty!”

He already knew where it had gone.

Explaining his mishap wasn’t something he wanted to do. Especially since he was now a vampire. He didn’t know what this variable meant to this team. Would you freak out and tell the officials? Were the past five years of his endless research about to go to waste now that he wasn’t effectively alive? Changkyun knew he couldn’t risk that, and yet he had no option but to let you know considering this project was as important to you as it was to him.

“You’re being really weird today,” you told him as he pulled you aside from your panic over the missing specimen, whining at his hand on yours. “Are you running a fever? You’re ice cold.”

“I’m dead.”

“Ha-ha, very funny, boss,” you replied, rolling your eyes. Changkyun didn’t respond and when you were done with your dry humour, you stared at him, unblinking.

“It was a mistake,” he mentioned weakly, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. “I wasn’t paying enough attention and-”

“Slide four?!” you exclaimed, looking him up at down as if you would find a visible sign on him. There was already enough physical evidence before you, but it didn’t give you the clarity you sought out in your current state.

“Slide seven is contaminated with my blood,” he told you and then heaved a deep breath. “Slide four contaminated me.”

“You’re really dead?”

“Want to grab a stethoscope and check for the lack of beats in my heart?” he offered dryly but you had already grabbed at his wrist, checking for his pulse. You dropped his hand with a dramatic gasp when you found no living signs within his body and Changkyun sighed.

“You’re… you’re a vampire?” you whispered and he nodded. “Really? You’re dead?!”

“So now we have this established-”

“Oh my God, Changkyun, you can’t be a vampire!” you wailed, tears springing to your eyes. You appeared to be in mourning of his loss of life and for a moment, he softened, reaching out to pat your back gently. You glanced up at him through the veil of your emotions, your expression changing. You then thumped him on the chest. “You absolute idiot!”

“Was that meant to be an attack? It felt like a fly landed on me,” he mused and you growled at him, thumping him again. Chuckling at your now weakened attack on his body, he allowed you to hit him three more times before he suddenly took your hands hostage, quirking a warning eyebrow at you. “Now, don’t excite me too much, Y/N. We don’t know what my new skills can do.”

“I can’t believe how stupid you are. Of all the people, who preached on and on about keeping the experiments stable and safe, it’s you who gets infected. Are you sure you didn’t just do it on purpose? Oh, look at me, the scientist vampire!”

“Okay, that’s enough,” he grumbled, all humour evaporated as he stared at you darkly. “Accident or not, I’m still your boss. And this is my experiment I’m leading. We’ve just got a new variable in place now.”

“Instead of using slides, I can use you?” you offered sourly, folding your arms across your chest. “Here, you didn’t have a vampire specimen in the flesh before, now you can use me.”

“Are you done?”

“No, I’m still frustrated,” you admitted with a heavy breath, looking up at him soon after. “Are you going to be okay?”

“Well, I don’t know. My studies tell me that I should be okay until I’m hungry.”

“Which is when? Should I go get you some blood? I think we have some in the chiller. What type do you fancy? A, O-positive?”

It all sounded so unfathomable to him right then and he merely glared at your rambling.

“What? I need to keep myself safe too. Soon you’ll be telling me how delicious I smell and want me to offer up a wrist or something.”

Changkyun swore for the umpteenth time today. “You do smell better than any meal I’ve ever had.”

You gaped at his announcement, but he merely moved to the chair behind his desk, shaking his head. “But I’d be damned if I ever drank a sip of your blood.”

Three days after his transformation, you had calmed down enough to see the benefits of having a vampire in the lab. Of course, Changkyun was concerned about the changes to his body and requested a full examination before your thoughts ran off with you. He did agree with you, advances on the research would be faster with his newly gained immortality. A test subject would be needed eventually, and this way he would be able to control the experiments on the subject since it would be himself.

Still, initial findings were needed.

“Okay, strip,” you instructed gleefully, Changkyun darting his focus to your wicked expression. “What, I need access to your body to get in-depth analysis, boss.”

“There’s no need to sound so exceptionally excited about it. There’s nothing major to uncover,” Changkyun grumbled, unbuttoning his shirt all the same. Your avid watch soon changed, the further his body appeared on display, the deeper the blush on your skin became. He smirked. “Or maybe, there is something to be excited over.”

“Who knew an overworked scientist would find enough time to hit up the gym,” you breathed, supposedly out of hearing. Though you realised his improved hearing had picked up on your admiration and you coughed loudly, turning away from him to gather your equipment and hopefully some more composure.

“What’s first?” he asked as he sat with his legs dangling over the edge of the examination table, and you turned far too quickly, his hand reaching out to stabilise you. He quirked an eyebrow at you. “Are you fit to examine me?”

“Get over yourself, of course I am,” you muttered, taking a deep breath. Staring up into his eyes as opposed to his naked torso, you listed off all that you wanted to check. The basic stats had already been kept on record since his change, Changkyun monitoring his own health. Of course, apart from the whole lack of a heartbeat and aversion to sunlight, he felt physically perfect.

And your findings supported this. “The x-rays show no abnormalities and your reflexes are off the charts. Sight is far superior than before and you aced your hearing exam. Only one thing left.”

“Ultrasound?” he concluded and you nodded. He moved onto the examination table again, resting into the back support that you had raised up so he could watch your findings. You wheeled the machine over and started setting up; now relatively quiet for someone who normally had a lot to say.

“Is it all becoming too much for you today, doctor?” he teased and you glanced at him, your expression vulnerable. Changkyun frowned, wondering what you were thinking of.

“Is it true about the uncontrollable sexual desires?” you asked softly as you gently dabbed gel onto the points of his bare chest that you would use to help the wand glide over his skin. You dare didn’t look up, but the rosy flush to your skin was enough to excite Changkyun.

Still, he shrugged in answer. “I’ve been a vampire for three days, what would I know about it?”

The truth was he was acutely aware of the multitude of urges of his new existence. Not only did he track your vitals constantly, but he had vivid fantasies over how he wanted to hear your heart rate spike from him bending you over the table behind you. He wanted to take you as his own and carry you through elicit passion until your human body could no longer continue.

Then again, Changkyun didn’t quite need to be a vampire to have sexual fantasises over you. He’d been having them for as long as he had known you, just not to the extremes they were at now. And he had never been bold enough to act on any of them.

He wondered how long he would be able to hold out on them now.

“I guess it’s another myth. We’ll have to cross it out of our studies.”

“There’s no need to be that hasty, Y/N,” he breathed, arching under the feather-like touch of the wand on his chest. He was annoyed that it wasn’t your hand instead; his desires now heightened thanks to your opening of the topic. Glancing away from your sudden look in his direction, he tapped at the screen. “I want a full study of my heart. That is the one area we need more information on. The findings we have suggest it’s the heart that stimulates the disease so let’s start with that.”

“Of course,” you answered firmly, picking up the task and expertly examining the inner areas of his chest. As you worked, Changkyun tried to focus on any findings of his own. Instead of his chest, he watched you. Were you comfortable with his new form already? You showed no fear towards him, that was evident. But could he trust that you would protect his identity from the higher-ups? That part he hadn’t quite figured out yet. He was prepared to close the experiment down if it kept you safe, and open a private case-study away from here to focus on ways to improve his condition.

But having you onboard had always been a requirement for his studies and without you, he didn’t know what he’d do.

“You’re right; I believe the vampire qualities stem from your heart. I’ll need to study the new slides of your blood cell count, but for now, I am seeing several abnormalities to your heart.”

Changkyun didn’t answer, too lost in staring at you. What more would he have to give up to have you stay at his side? He couldn’t be cliché and say he’d give up his life for you. That was already taken away. But could he exist away from you? His brooding intensified, so focused on his thoughts that when your hand touched his bare chest, he flinched, reacting out of instinct.

You were underneath him on the table in lightning speed, both arms pinned under the weight of his hands. Despite your wide stare, you weren’t frightened at all. He was breathing heavily over you, panting from the outburst.

“Changkyun, did you lie?” you asked softly, your dry swallow echoing in his ears. “It’s not a myth is it?”

“Vampire or not, desires about you have always been there, Y/N.”

“Will you do anything about it?” you hoped, lust surfacing in your gaze. He could take you right there and then. Fulfil all he wanted to, answer every craving.

Instead, he climbed off of you, shaking his head in rejection.

“We need to know all about how I work first. I’m not risking your safety just because I want you.”

You had always been a hard worker, yet since the heated moment during his examination, you were further dedicated to your work. From the first moment you stepped into the lab, you were right to it, taking notes on the slides you were monitoring. You requested more examinations throughout the week, and barely stopped to eat lunch and dinner from being so consumed with your studies.

If Changkyun hadn’t been the subject, he would have been thrilled at your determination and work ethic.

However, he was growing concerned by the day. The discoveries made were all positive, but working so closely alongside you was giving him quite the headache. He was wrestling with his morals, the wickedness of his vampire side battling with the remnants of the human mind. He craved more of you as each hour went by.

It was soon the weekend and Changkyun had given you the day off, spending his own in the lab. The artificial lighting made him feel as if he was still able to function, knowing that he couldn’t join you in running into town to get the groceries since the sun was out. He realised even if you did love him back that your relationship couldn’t be normal now. No dates, not unless they were at night. He couldn’t just go out anywhere either, triggered by the slightest changes around him. Being relaxed and carefree with you was basically impossible.

When one touch from him could crush you.

The weather had turned by the time you arrived back, your clothes sodden as you stepped into the lab, heading for the kitchen to put away your purchases. Just looking at you heated him completely and he snapped the titanium instrument in his grasp in two as if it was a toothpick. You reappeared, gasping at his predicament, blood dripping from his hand.

“Changkyun, you’re bleeding!” you cried, dashing over and he backed off just as fast, pressing himself into the wall. He felt an imprint forming behind him but he didn’t care, watching you to ensure your movement stilled. Looking away to the blood on the table, you went to clean it when he hissed.

“Y/N, leave the lab, now. Go shower and change and I’ll clean this up.”

“But you’re hurt-”

“NOW!” he roared and it was enough for you to back off, turning on your heel and racing towards the exit. He could smell the change in your mood, frightened by him for the first time since he became a vampire. Now out of his sight, he slumped onto the floor, hanging his head.

Nothing could be normal between you as a couple.

The next day you didn’t appear in the lab, and Changkyun didn’t call you down either. He focused on watching over the four slides he had been experimenting with and not on the tears he would hear you shed from upstairs now and then. The weather was still storming outside, the sun nowhere in sight when he left the lab in the afternoon to retrieve a book from his room. Staring at the outside world, he felt compelled to walk out into it, smiling when the rain hit him. His skin didn’t burn or tingle, the sky cloudy enough that this world was safe for him to be out in. He didn’t know how long he walked for or how much he stopped and stared up at the heavens raining upon him, but when he heard your desperate cries behind him, he finally turned, noticing the tears in your eyes.

“Why are you out here?!” you asked, spluttering over your emotions. “Are you okay?!”

“I’m fine! The rain doesn’t hurt at all!”

“Really?” Sniffling back your tears, you stepped closer. “You’re fine?”

“I’m fine. It’s just the sun I can’t be out in!” He laughed, and you grinned, the shared moment easing some of the troubles between you both. You moved until your arms wrapped around his waist, firmly gripping at him so he wouldn’t push you off.

“I don’t want you to leave me,” you told him, pressing into his body further. “I can’t lose you.”

“It’s dangerous around me though, you saw how I was the other day.”

“We’ll figure it out; we’re both pretty good at solving puzzles.” Looking up at him, you squinted against the rain still falling upon you both. Changkyun angled his head enough so that the water didn’t fall onto your face. You beamed. “See, you just solved that problem.”

“You’re stupid for loving me, you know.”

“If it helps you any, I’ve loved you a whole lot longer before you became immortal, Changkyun.”

“Just don’t be like the typical female characters in movies who fawn over their vampire boyfriends like they’re something amazing. I’m still the quirky guy you’ve known since university.”

“I have to get a vampire boyfriend first and that’s been proving rather difficult,” you retorted, scrunching your nose up in disgust. “I basically threw myself at you and you denied me. Guess I’m too human for you now, huh?”

“It’s nothing like that,” he confirmed, cupping your face in his hand gently. “Though I do worry about hurting you.”

“Worse comes to-”

“Don’t finish that sentence; your heart has to keep beating.”

“Why?”

“Because it sounds beautiful,” he told you, leaning down to kiss you. It felt long overdue, the sweetness of your first embrace soon overwhelmed by a hunger that he was certain stemmed more from you than him. He was surprised by your eagerness, allowing you to call how long the kiss lasted. And when you pulled away, you grinned.

“You protect my heart and I’ll do whatever I can to make sure you can walk in the sun again.”

“That sounds like an unfair agreement. Do you know how much control I have to maintain when I’m around you?” he pointed out, taking your hand in his. Then he held up your linked hands and shook them. “I could break your hand right now.”

“You won’t,” you assured with a smile and Changkyun rolled his eyes. “You know, I could work on a way to make you stop existing if you piss me off too much. Scientist, remember?”

“And am I now your biggest subject?”

“I guess you could say that. I need to open up a new case study when we’re back at the lab.”

“What’s it about?”

“How to be a human in love with a vampire,” you told him, smiling demurely. “Reckon I’ll find out all the answers?”

“I’m not sure,” he mused, leaning down to kiss you again. “But you have a lifetime ahead of you to find out.”

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Power House of My Heart // Wally West X Reader

Warning/s: Robin being a dick ;), school, mentioning of studying (come on, it’s summer, we don’t talk about this time of year)

Word Count: 3,305

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It was a random Friday night, and all through Mount Justice, not a creature was stirring not even a- "Sweet baby Jesus almighty!"

The hall was quiet and still except for in the lounge, where you sat on the couch, hunched over your biology book, groaning for the umpteenth time since you sat down to read the chapter. The rest of the team was out and about enjoying the beginning of the weekend while you worried about your Monday test.

And no matter how much you tried, your brain was not accepting the gibberish filled book trying  to explain to you that the Golgi Apparatus was the power house of the cell. "Or was it the Endoplasmic gobbligoop?" You flipped back a few pages, only to read that one, there were two Endoplasmic Reticulums and neither of them were the power house, and two, that you were totally screwed for this test.

"Dammit, Mitochondria, Mitochondria, Miko te replica..." You shut your eyes as you leaned your head against the back of the couch, trying to furiously rub the familiar stinging starting to form in your eyes. "Don't you cry, don't you dare cry," Ever since the beginning of the year, you could not wrap your mind around the college Biology course you had forced yourself to take, questioning once again why you decided to take college level sciences in high school.

"Why am I so stupid?!" You stood up, shouting angrily as you started to shuffle down the hall to Wally West's room. Your sneakers scuffed against the floor, the noise echoing around you until you stood in front of the metal door. Keeping the packet under one arm and the book held in your hand, you lifted your opposite hand to knock, only for it to swing open before your knuckles could brush against it.

"Wow, you are three minutes later than what I predicted." Robin cockily grinned down at you, leaning his weight against the door frame, even if he was skinny, he still blocked the view of the room.

"Robin, can you please move?" You looked up at the young civvie dressed teenager, your homework not giving you the chipperiest attitude and not wanting to deal with Robin. "I just want to ask Wally for some help and then I'll be out of your greasy hair."

"Wha-you-I do not have greasy hair!" He ran his fingers through his hair, almost trying to prove you, or himself, that his hair was in fact not greasy. With Robin lifting his arm to check his hair, this gave you the perfect opportunity to sneak under his arm and into the room he was safe guarding from you.

"Hey, Y/N, what brings you to my luxurious castle?" Wally hung over the edge of his bed, his feet kicking the air while his hair almost brushed the floor and his face grew redder every minute with the blood rushing to his head. "Pop a squat babe, let's see what the Wallster can do for you." He flipped himself up to sit upright, his hand reaching towards you for the packet you still had hidden under your arm.

Instead of handing it to him in his hand like he wished, you quickly rolled it up and smacked his over the head with the packet, a whine coming from his as he glared at you for attacking him. "That's what you get for calling me babe, just help me with this Biology will ya, I don't need your flirtatiousness or Robin's grease infecting me."

"Ooo, bio, my favorite," He happily squealed as he ripped the packet from your hand, uncurling it and reading through it as a fast speed, muttering to himself every few words, "Fish, buoy, seagull, hormones, air horns, assholes-ow! You need to quit hitting me!" His happy green eyes turned their glare on you, rubbing the back of his head where you hit him again.

"Don't talk like that, just explain to me what I don't understand."

"Well that's just it, what's not to understand? You're just learning basic cell components and those are simple memorization of the components and its function." Wally rocked his weight around, jumping the bed up and down as he shifted his full attention to you. "So, what's the RER and what does it do?"

His childish grin graced his face, but that wasn't what caused your mind to be swiped clean, it was as if the last three hours of studying didn't happen. "Th-the what now?"

"Rough Endoplasmic Reticulum?" Robin muttered inaudibly from his corner of the room, his mouth shoved into his palm, keeping his words mush to your ears, while Wally recognized the confused look on your face as one of loss. "Uh, okay, I guess...let's start this way then, Y/N, where are the ribosomes made and what do they do?"

Ribosomes, you remembered seeing that word before, it helps..."make the DNA in the nucleus?" You asked, looking for a trace of the correct answer in his eyes, praying you at least remembered that for next week's test.

Wally happily nodded, his grin getting bigger as his hands gestured for you to go on. "And they...they um..." Uh-oh, blank brain again..."Dammit," Groaning, you sat forward and dug your palms into your eyes, counting to ten to keep yourself from bursting into tears.

"Hey, hey Y/N, you got this. I know you know this, you're just over thinking this, settle down and let your brain know what it knows." Wallis hand ghosted over your thigh before gently squeezing just above your knee, his touch hesitant, judging everything he was doing based on how you reacted.

That's just it, what did you know? You knew your name, your birthday, your parents.

You knew Wally had gorgeous granny apple green eyes, always had a sparkle of mischievousness behind them ready to burst.

You knew he had a gentle soul, a heart of gold, he was too kind for this world.

Too kind to you.

Too patient.

You were an idiot compared to him. By the time he was thirteen, he built himself his own build your own Flash machine, is one of the smartest kids in the League, and you didn't know why he bothered trying to help you understand this horrible subject he got giddy just thinking of that you knew you would never comprehend.

You could barely remember that the power house of the cell was the nucleus.

"It's the mitochondria, you idiot." Robin finally pulled his mouth out of his hand, the comment coming much harsher than anyone anticipated. Crap, how much of that did you actually said out loud?

You turned to Wally to see his reaction, but his focus was glaring at his best friend and his comment. "What?" The heat left your face, your throat drying out and closing.

"Robin, shut up while you -" Wally stood to his feet to try and stop his best friend from running his mouth, his instincts telling him to speed over before this got any farther with insulting someone.

"Wally, if she's going to have a test on Monday, I might as well tell her she's wrong and probably screwed for the test." The speedster sped over and slapped his hand over Robin's face, but...not fast enough. You heard every word he said, and you knew every word was really.

That's something you knew.

That you were stupid.

"The ribosomes help make proteins." Before you could see the look on Wally's face, you bolted, leaving the room while it sounded like Wally yelled something about "dick" at his friend, kind of rude coming from Robin, it was also warranted.

You ran down the empty and dead hallways, your book and note book left in the room, your eyes  were fixed on the Zeta tubes, too far away and seemingly getting farther away from you as you ran faster. The quick pitter patter of feet sped behind you, Wally calling after you and running to catch up with you. "Y/N, wait!"

"Home!" You yelled at the Zeta tube, kicking the systems operating board as you ran in to keep Wally from following you. Your center was balance was thrown off and you somersaulted over your body, your body dematerializing and then rematerializing. The golden rods swimming in your eyes as you tried to find your bearings.

Your body slammed into a door in front of you, the Zeta Tube dropping you where you wanted to be, but for some reason it thought that you lived in a closest. You weren't fricking Harry Potter!

You didn't bother to push the door open, you felt safe, this was your safe space, this was where you came to cry. Yes, you had a cry space, because no one needed to see you cry. Tears finally rolled down your face, your body knowing where you were, your safe space.

"Dammit, dammit, dammit. I'm such an idiot!" Screaming at the top of your lungs in the tight space helped a bit, but not enough to suppress your angers.

Anger at Robin.

Anger at your homework.

Anger at yourself.

You drew your legs in closer to your body, latching your hands together to hold your legs tightly to your chest, muffling your sobs in your knees, your face hidden behind your legs, your mouth pressed into your knees and your eyes staring at the light shining under the door to keep your mind focused on something other than your pain.

The door swung open, almost ripped off its hinges, revealing a silhouette of a well-built young man with his arm drawn back, the other held a bow with an arrow pointed right at you. "How the hell did you get in here!" He held his posture for a few seconds longer while you stared wide eyed into the crystalline eyes of Red Arrow.

"N/N?" His face fell in shock as he looked down at you, dropping his bow as he shoved the dresses above you away and knelt in front of you.

"Roy!" You leapt forward into his arms, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck as he pulled you out of the closet, your legs instinctively going around his waist as he stood and walked over to the bed with you held tightly in his arms. "Roy, I missed you so much." You cried into his shoulder, your fingers held tightly to the back of his collar for dear life.

"I have you, N/N, I got you, don't worry." He whispered in your ear, his grip around you tightening around your waist, his big hands running up and down your back, sending goosebumps along the path of his hand. "What's wrong, N/N."

You muttered into his shoulder, but he couldn't catch what you said, sobs still shaking your body, his unusually gentle gestures not calming you down as fast as he had hoped. "Breathe, Y/N, breathe, in and out. Match my breathing," He slowly breathed in and out, keeping these movements slow and thought out, having to take care of your panic like attacks before.

You slowly listened to what he was telling you, you got you breathing under control and your sobs stopped but the tears never did. "Robin's being a dick." You finally whimpered into his shoulder, your hands now just clinging to each other instead of strangling him through pulling at his collar.

"You don't know how much I agree with you," Roy chuckled quietly, chuckling at the knowledge he held close to him ever since his best friend trusted him with his identity.

The room remained silent for a while longer, your tears dried across your checks, and you could feel your eyes all red and swollen, sensitive whenever you blinked. "Roy," He hummed back in reply, his check pressed into your hair, and his body gently rocking back and forth to the silent tune stuck in his head. "Do you think I'm stupid?"

He gently pushed your body away from his, his arms leaving your waist to gently hold your face, holding your eyes with his own. "Who told you that? Do I need to go stick someone with an arrow through at your school?" You shook your head, your E/C eyes never breaking with his clear crystalline eyes.

"No, but Robin just said-"

"Hey, Y/N, you are not stupid, do you hear me? Stupid is not a word in your world. Who convinced Dinah to train her even when she was just a regular girl? Who is the youngest person ever to join the League? Who can best Batman at hand to hand contact? Who sends fear into the hearts of every villain in Star City when they hear the name Y/S/N?" You tore your eyes away from him, knowing everything he said was true, but you never wanted to admit it.

"Me."

"Yes, exactly, Y/N, you. School had never been your strong suit, and I am so proud of you for getting this far, but that doesn't mean you're stupid. That means your brain is focusing on street smarts, on how you could get out of a situation if it went south. The same smarts that proved to Dinah that you could best her on the first try." You groaned and hid your face in his chest.

"I just wish Wally could see me the way you do," You mumbled into his chest, feeling Roy press a gentle kiss to the top of your head, a calm wave washing over you almost immediately.

"Hey Speedy, no need to hog all the good-looking girls!" A childish voice chuckled, followed by you being sweated away from Roy in a flash faster than lightning.

"Wally!" You knew as soon as his chuckle filled your ear and you were already speeding down 5th Avenue that it was Wally using his supersonic speed to get away from Roy. Your arms instinctively found their way around his neck, pulling yourself closer to his body, hiding your face where his shoulder and neck met. "Wally stop!"

But he only got faster, the grip he had on your waist got tighter the faster he ran, either ignoring your pleas or not hearing the over the roar of the wind.

"Wally, please," your voice got lost in the wind, your focus now on the dark spots littering your eyes, his super speed causing him to cut through the air like a bullet, cutting any air from coming to you off. "Wally," Your mind was shutting down, you could feel the air around your, but had no way of breathing any in.

All you could see was your surroundings zipping around you before you passed out.

<<<>>>

"Y/N! Y/N! Come on, wake up!" Your senses were slowly coming back to you, you could breathe again!

You sat up in shock, gasping for air to allow it back into your system. Except you ended up chocking on the air you got into your lungs because you couldn't get it fast enough. "Whoa, calm down there Nellie, don't need you passing out on me again."

Looking over to your right, you saw Wally squatting down next to you, his goggles hanging around his neck, his grin cutting his face in half, although it held a hint of relief in it.

You growled at him mid cough and shoved his head, successfully pushing him over in anger, his squirming in surprise by your outburst. "Why's you do that you idiot?" Words finally left your mouth after you calmed down, and they shot at the ginger faster than Roy's arrows.

"What'd I do!"

"You nearly killed me because of you recklessly using your speedster abilities!"

"Oh," His demeanor shrunk and he sat back on his ankles, shifting his body to allow his legs to fold under him to sit more comfortably, his green eyes continuing to scan your face to see if anything was wrong. "I'm...I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen. I was mad and forgot you weren't used to my speed, I just got so mad when I saw you and... And I'm sorry about what Robin said, I thumped him on the head real hard."

You chuckled at his comment, imagining the very unhappy Robin complaining about being hit on the head. "You don't need to apologize for him, I'm stupid at science and he's perfect. Can't blame him for his perfect qualities." You explained how you felt of the younger vigilante as you pulled your legs close to your chest, curling yourself into a ball.

"Robin only thinks he's perfect and amazing, and the only person I know who is perfect is, well you, Y/N," The words stumbled out of his mouth, and not as gracefully as he wanted, but his words caused you to go as red as Wally's hair with blushing.

You looked at your lap, trying to swipe your hair out from behind your ear to hide you bright face and smile. "Th-thanks, Wally, you are too. Perfect, I mean." You looked up at him, watching as his red gloved reached forward to brush the giant clump of hair blocking your face back behind your ear.

"Y/N,"

"Wally,"

The two of you accidentally spoke at the same time, finally able to break the tension that hung between the two of you and brought a laugh out of you. You managed to tell him that he could go first in between spurts of laughing. "Well, Y/N, you see for a long time now, since I actually saw you take both Rob and Conner down within seconds of each other, I couldn't help but find you very hot in that moment, and since then I've like, likes you. You know, liked you like you. I just...didn't want to tell you because I saw how close you were with Red Arrow."

You couldn't help but look at the ginger in surprise, "You think I'm with Roy?" He nodded sheepishly, his hand going to rub the back of his neck, he seemed ashamed of himself, almost like he through t he was getting between you and Roy. "Well, Wallace Rudolph West, it is a pleasure to meet you, I am Y/N Y/M/N Harper." You smiled at him with your hand extended towards him, waiting for the handshake you offered, and awestruck look on his face, bringing out your smile. "Roy's my older brother."

"O-oh." His eyes still wide from when you announced your name, finally shaking your hand even if it wasn't really needed.

"Honestly, I don't understand what people see in him, he's way too hard headed to find attractive." A grin finally cracked his face, relief rushing over you as Wally finally started laughing and his body relax, the tension again dissipating.

"Y/N, can...can we, I-can I...kiss you?" Your face heated up as you nodded, the two of you leaning closer together until Wally closed the space between the two of you capturing your lips with his.

The kiss was not heated, you both were too nervous and you were too inexperienced to do anything, but it lasted long enough for when you pulled away first, you tried hiding how out of breath you were. "Wow," You breathed out, your lips pulled into a smile.

"Awesome," Wally smiled back at you, his face losing some of his blush while yours got redder. "You look so cute, all nervous and red." He chuckled, gently tapping your nose.

"Stop," You giggled as you shoved his hand away, hiding your face in your hands.

"Hey, I'm only telling the truth." His hand grabbing for yours and pulled them away from your face. "And you know what I think?"

"Hmm, what?"

Wally leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours one more time before answering his own question. "I think we should do this kissing thing more often."

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title: the moth and the robot

fandom(s): Transformers IDW1, Godzilla Heisei series

characters: Cosmos (the robot), Mothra (the moth)

summary: set directly after the 1992 Godzilla vs Mothra movie. Intent on keeping her promise, Mothra heads to space to stop a planet-destroying comet.

notes: totally unbeta’d, feedback is always appreciated.

Yesterday, she had made her first friend in half a century.

Today, that friend was dead. Alone, she hurtled through space, lacking even the fairies. They had been left on her island to guard her egg--at some point between the airfield and now, she had resigned herself to the notion that she was destined to be alone.

Which was fine.

It wasn’t like she was lonely; the fairies were good company when they were around. Once he had seen the sense in working together, even Battra had accepted her offer of a tentative alliance to defeat a stronger enemy. Privately, she wondered if he had been lonelier than her, truly lacking any kin besides the planet itself. She wondered if anyone would have ever been able to understand him.

So, she was happy enough being alone.

Battra had not told her the exact location of the Gorath comet. He had not lived long enough to know how to navigate the stars and currents the way she had, but she could feel its presence, tingling in the back of her mind like a headache. And she could hear something else; a soft static just behind her eyes.

She suspected it was nothing more than a satellite. The humans had started sending them up into space some time ago, though she had not thought they would be so far from the earth. She made a mental note to ask her fairies to ask the humans about the satellites once she got back.

Ah.

There—slightly larger than she had expected, green and round—was the satellite. Mothra tucked in her wings as she approached, landing softly on the satellite. It smelled like alien metal. Beneath its core components, she could feel its circuitry humming, felt the engine pulse under her feet.

The satellite made an offended sputter. It jerked away from her, metamorphosing in a whirl of green and white and silver, until it had evolved completely, becoming a strange, two-legged creature with a blue eye screen that matched her own eyes, gawking up at her.

It chirped and chattered angrily. Mothra frowned, straining her ears as she tried to make sense of the little alien’s language. It was a little alien, wasn’t it? Surely the humans were not so advanced that they had learned to design mechanical beings such as this—surely they had some generations to learn and grow before repeating the mistakes of the Elias. If the humans could make little robots intelligent enough to travel so far, to chirp angrily at her, surely their technology was not so far from reaching the point where they would desire to control the earth’s climate.

Perhaps, Mothra realized despairingly, her friend had not been wrong to act so quickly.

“—¸.•..>?” The alien gestured to her with one hand, then to the vast expanse of space around them all.

Mothra blinked. It hadn’t run, nor had it tried to attack her.

She backed up, far enough to easily dodge the alien if needed, close enough that she didn’t think the little alien would think too badly of her.

“Mothra,” she said. “My name is Mothra.”

“Mothra!” The robot tapped his chest. “Thank Primus the translator picked up your language. You understand me?”

Mothra’s eyes had gone wide in awe. Fascinating. The alien—now, she was sure it was an alien—could understand her! “I understand you.”

The robot’s eye screen flashed. “Hi, uh, Mothra. I’m Cosmos.”

Mothra’s antennae twitched. An appropriate name. Were his species named after their functions? Mothra supposed she had named herself. Or perhaps the Elias had. It had been so long, she could no longer remember.

“It’s nice to meet you, Cosmos,” Mothra said. Now that she was paying closer attention, she could hear it: what she had believed to be the satellites’ circuitry humming was Cosmos’s voice, quiet and constant against the silence of space. “I believed I was alone.”

“Oh!” Cosmos tilted his head, eyes watching Mothra with an expression she wanted to label as curious. “I’m usually by myself out here. I mean, not totally alone, but, you know: lonely.”

Curious, Mothra tapped Cosmos’s arm with one leg. She could practically taste it, sharp and sour at the back of her throat. Wishing desperately for something out of reach.

She wondered if Cosmos could sense her loneliness.

“So.”

They had been floating in silence for perhaps a minute. Mothra was used to the silence, but apparently, Cosmos was not.

“I’ve never seen a ‘Mothra’ before,” Cosmos asked. “Are you just…out here for fun? For recon?”

“I made a promise,” Mothra said. “To a friend. There’s a comet—an asteroid, I think—that’s going to hit the planet we live on. I promised I would stop it.”

Cosmos nodded. “I’ve surveyed this quadrant for the last cycle looking for artificial weaponry, but I did collect data on a medium-sized comet that’s scheduled to enter the SOL-84 system within the next half-cycle.”

Cosmos pointed somewhere to his right. “I guess I can’t upload the exact coordinates into your processor, can I?”

“No.” Mothra blinked. “But I can sense its presence, just as I heard you.”

“Huh.” Cosmos dropped his hand and crossed his arms, looking away from Mothra. Then: “D’you need…help, stopping it?”

She hadn’t even considered asking. Surely Cosmos had his own missions to complete, his own promises to uphold, but if he was offering…

“Alright,” Mothra said. After all, Battra hadn’t told her how he planned to stop the thing. “Thank you.”

“I’m technically not supposed to have this,” Cosmos was saying. “But my boss, uh, well, I’m not sure where he got it, or who developed it, but it works!”

“Are you sure it’s safe?”

Cosmos shrugged. “It’ll get the job done. We haven’t been able to study black holes in too much detail, but I think it’s safe to say that your comet won’t cause you any more trouble. Press the big button. Second from the left.”

Mothra tapped the button. It flashed yellow and she looked up, studying the deactivated sensor net.

She and Cosmos had spent the better part of a day planting tiny metal circles the size of Cosmos’s hand around an asteroid belt. According to Cosmos, once the comet entered the sensor’s range, a highly experimental (yet safe) black hole would be created. Once it had consumed the Gorath comet, Cosmos would activate another highly experimental (yet safe) device to render the black hole harmless.

Mother knew little of human (or robot) technology, and all of the more technical words Cosmos had used to explain had failed to translate into her language. From what little she understood, Cosmos planned to disrupt the inner workings of the black hole, destabilizing something in its orbit in order to dissipate its energy.

“After this,” Cosmos said, “Are you going back to earth?”

Thoughtfully, Mothra tapped her fingers against the metal controls. She hadn’t considered going anywhere but Earth, but the robot’s tone made it seem like there was another option. She could stay with him, perhaps. For a time. Yet, the seal she had placed on Godzilla would not last for long. She had a year—perhaps two—before he awakened. And when he did, Mothra was unsure if she would be able to stop him by herself.

“Yes.” Mothra turned to look at Cosmos. She couldn’t tell what the robot was thinking—without spending more time around him, it was nearly impossible to pick up any but the most urgent of his thoughts. Nor could she understand his body language: he had no discernible eyes, simply that shining blue plate of on his head. He didn’t even have wings. The robot watched impassively as she found her voice, and spoke:

“I am sworn to protect my planet,” Mothra said. “And I must return. However, I would welcome the help if you wanted to come with me.”

Cosmos had been slouching on an asteroid, but as she spoke, he straightened, as though he were startled.

“You’d want—you just met me!” Cosmos said. “What if I were a Decep—a bad guy, out to destroy your organic species?”

“There’s only one of me,” Mothra said, ignoring Cosmos’s half-uttered apology. “Besides, if you wanted to kill me, surely you would have done so already?”

“I guess.” Cosmos shrugged. “I mean, I’d love to. It sounds much nicer than staying in space all the time. Are there other people where you live?”

“Yes.”

“Huh.” Cosmos checked one of the screens on his wrist and turned in the direction of the comet’s approach. “And you were the only person they sent to stop this thing?”

“I was the only one who could do it.” Mothra frowned. “The only one alive, at least.”

Which was true. Though he could fly far faster than her, she doubted even Rodan would have the strength to travel this far with no air. Plus, if Rodan died in this airless, frigid place, he would never come back. Mothra would.

“Oh.” Cosmos looked back at her. “I know what you mean. I’ve been one of the few spacefaring bots who survived this long into the war, so I’m always posted out here. I mean, not here, specifically. Wherever Prowl or Skids need me.”

“What strange names you robots have.”

Cosmos snorted. “You’re literally a giant moth.”

“Fair point.” Just a few hours ago, it had been little more than annoyance—helpful, even, as she navigated the stars—but now, pressure in her head was reaching a crescendo. If the comet did not enter the asteroid belt soon, she would need to retreat before it got any more painful.

“Will you be alright?” Cosmos asked abruptly. “Going back to the earth alone?”

Mothra was quiet as she considered his words, scratching at the scales on her neck as she thought. She hadn’t taken the time to properly clean herself after the fight, and her fluff was still covered in the ash and debris of Godzilla’s radioactive breath. At least she hadn’t gotten any blood on her, Mothra thought morbidly.

Yes, she had realized in the last few hours: she was lonely, had been lonely for some time, and acquiring and losing a friend in the span of a few minutes had only forced her to realize that. Had that been why she had asked Cosmos to return to earth with her?

“I—“ The pressure in her head spiked, and Mothra looked up to see the comet, once little more than a speck on the horizon, now looming above them. “I think we’d better move back.”

“Agreed.”

Together, they flew to the furthest tip of the asteroids, as far from the comet as they could get before Cosmos lost the signal.

“You ready?”

Mothra nodded.

Cosmos pressed the button.

The light was strong enough that Mothra had to look away, and the blast that followed had her huddling beside Cosmos as rock and ash pelted their bodies.

It hadn't made a sound.

When Mothra looked up, there was no sign of the comet—hardly any sign of the asteroids themselves. What little remained floated aimlessly; some of the rocks had been split open, revealing shimmering crystals and dark obsidian. It was a beautiful sight, and Mothra wished Battra was here to see it.

“Thank you,” Mothra said. “I don’t know how I would have done it on my own.”

“Hey, anytime.”

Mothra imagined Cosmos was smiling. He had to have a mouth, didn’t he?  

“You know,” Cosmos said. “I know you’ve gotta go, but if you’re ever in the quadrant…”

Mothra moved to bump her head against Cosmos’s forehead. Among her species, it would be considered a fond gesture—one of respect and solidarity. But Cosmos leapt back, emitting a harsh, staticky yelp.

“Sorry!”

“Oh! No, no, it’s okay.” Cosmos hesitated, then patted Mothra’s forehead awkwardly. “Caught me by surprise is all.”

Collecting the equipment took far less time than setting it up. In no time at all, Cosmos had transformed back into his strange, circular form, and Mothra had reoriented herself to face Earth.

“Thank you,” Mothra said, again. “I do hope we will meet again one day.”

“Me too.”

[thesims4blogger]

The Sims 4 Island Living: Twitter Q&A

SimGurus have been answering questions and giving players some more information on The Sims 4 Living Expansion Pack. 

A number of you have asked about the legacy edition. We have decided to postpone the legacy update for TS4 for now. All players will be able to buy and enjoy the Island Living Expansion Pack when it launches June 21.

— Michael Duke (@SimGuruDuke)

June 11, 2019

It does have seasons for players with that EP but it is a tropical destination so don’t expect snow. It will rain more in the winter though.

— Michael Duke (@SimGuruDuke)

June 11, 2019

Residential

— Michael Duke (@SimGuruDuke)

June 12, 2019

Only in Sulani at this time.

— Island Lyndsay 🌴☀️🐬 (@SimGuruLyndsay)

June 11, 2019

Sorry, let me clarify 😁 Bad wording on my part: Suntans & Sunburns are exclusive to Island Living only. So if you want to drop a lounge chair in Del Sol Valley & catch some rays, you can do that too!!!

— Jill Johnson (@SimGuruJill)

June 12, 2019

You know, I talked to them about it at length, and after much discussion they worried the water might be a touch too shallow, so we opted to keep the legs in that scenario. Gotta keep those fins hydrated, you know!

— Jill Johnson (@SimGuruJill)

June 12, 2019

Yaaas absolutely new fish. Clownfish & other new gorgeous colorful beasts.

— Jill Johnson (@SimGuruJill)

June 13, 2019

I have 0 insight into future plans, but we made sure to not close any doors.

— Jill Johnson (@SimGuruJill)

June 13, 2019

Yup! We have quite a few new tropical ocean fish to catch like the Mahi Mahi and Celestial Grouper. Out in the wild (but not catchable) you may find some sea turtles, jellyfish, sharks, and dolphins!

— 🍍Tropical Seafood Chowder 🥥 (@SimGuruChowder)

June 12, 2019

Nope, Sims can take odd jobs anywhere! There are a few that ask you to travel to some place in Sulani or do Sulani things though, so make sure you read the description!

— 🍍Tropical Seafood Chowder 🥥 (@SimGuruChowder)

June 12, 2019

Yup! If your Sim is at a beach lot, lifeguard NPCs sometimes come visit to make everyone feel safe with their muscles 😂 (they like to pose)

— 🍍Tropical Seafood Chowder 🥥 (@SimGuruChowder)

June 12, 2019

Yep! There's a special something that, when consumed, turns a Sim into a Mermaid! You'll know it when you find it 😉

— 🍍Tropical Seafood Chowder 🥥 (@SimGuruChowder)

June 13, 2019

I love that idea! Unfortunately, radios and speakers won't work on off-the-grid lots. We really wanted these lots to feel completely different so we made the decision that pretty much anything with electrical components wouldn't work. This does give me ideas though... 🤔

— 🍍Tropical Seafood Chowder 🥥 (@SimGuruChowder)

June 14, 2019

Yes, any Sim can turn into a mermaid using Mermadic kelp (my spelling is probably off) and you need to find it in Sulani. You can mermaid offspring but they don’t grow their tails until teens.

— SimGuruFrost ✈️ Sulani (@SimGuruFrost)

June 11, 2019

They are a CAS item 🙂

— SimGuruFrost ✈️ Sulani (@SimGuruFrost)

June 13, 2019

Haha. We had so many debates about that tailin the dev team. Our art team goes through am obsessive amounts of details to make sure you get the best mermaid tail experience. :)

— Manu Sharma (@SimGuru0x00)

June 9, 2019

Now that we can say it... he's talking about the Clothing Optional lot trait! (Which comes out for free with the patch.) It's hilarious.

— MerMorgan🧜‍♀️ (@SimGuruMorgan)

June 11, 2019

So information for funsies: though the Volcanic Activity lot trait does come slotted into the lot next to the volcano... you can put it on ANY LOT. Or all of them. Why not all?

— MerMorgan🧜‍♀️ (@SimGuruMorgan)

June 11, 2019

They land on any tile outside, so they won’t land on apartments with all ceilings or no outdoor space.

— MerMorgan🧜‍♀️ (@SimGuruMorgan)

June 11, 2019

Any world! Volcanic Activity for all the Sims!

— MerMorgan🧜‍♀️ (@SimGuruMorgan)

June 11, 2019

Been dying to share this picture. Bears keep showing up to my Clothing optional bar, and all of the people are like "Why are there bears here?!" SO GREAT. @tazreentasnim pic.twitter.com/1B0YNswG5T

— MerMorgan🧜‍♀️ (@SimGuruMorgan)

June 11, 2019

It's a built in visual prop. That's a bar that functions like other bars.

— MerMorgan🧜‍♀️ (@SimGuruMorgan)

June 11, 2019

Volcanic Activity, Island Spirits, Off-the-Grid, and Clothing optional are all removable from any lots they're placed on. Oceanic Paradise is a new lot trait that comes pre-slotted into some lots, and it cannot be removed. It doesn't do anything dangerous though.

— MerMorgan🧜‍♀️ (@SimGuruMorgan)

June 11, 2019

Volcanic Activity, Island Spirits, Off-the-Grid, and Clothing optional are all removable from any lots they're placed on. Oceanic Paradise is a new lot trait that comes pre-slotted into some lots, and it cannot be removed. It doesn't do anything dangerous though.

— MerMorgan🧜‍♀️ (@SimGuruMorgan)

June 11, 2019

The lot trait causes volcanic tremors, fissures from the ground, and volcanic bombs to fall from the sky. These things can happen on any lot, but it is neat when it happens next to the volcano for flavor. 🌋

— MerMorgan🧜‍♀️ (@SimGuruMorgan)

June 11, 2019

When lava bombs are hot you can try to touch them. There's a chance you'll catch on fire. There's also a SMALL chance that when they land, they'll catch your lot on fire. Normally, that doesn't happen though.

— MerMorgan🧜‍♀️ (@SimGuruMorgan)

June 11, 2019

You mean three Volcanic Activity Lot traits on one lot? My goodness! That'd be crazy. I'd imagine if you want more, someone could potentially mod the trait to make it more dangerous. We tried to balance it however, so that it isn't too obtrusive.

— MerMorgan🧜‍♀️ (@SimGuruMorgan)

June 11, 2019

Yes, the weather updates are for if you have seasons.

— MerMorgan🧜‍♀️ (@SimGuruMorgan)

June 11, 2019

When Sims sunbathe, they will eventually get a buff letting you know they're tanned. If you don't exit the interaction, they will burn. The burn eventually wears off into a tan, and a tan will also eventually go away.

— MerMorgan🧜‍♀️ (@SimGuruMorgan)

June 11, 2019

You can also prevent a burn by clicking on your Sim while tanning and applying sunburn protection.

— MerMorgan🧜‍♀️ (@SimGuruMorgan)

June 11, 2019

Suntans/burns will work in all worlds. You can't get one while it's night or if it's too cloudy, however.

— MerMorgan🧜‍♀️ (@SimGuruMorgan)

June 11, 2019

Hopefully, the CC properly has Alphas setup. It really depends on how that was done. If they haven't done alphas properly, you could have weird lines or it could look like you don't have any lines at all.

— MerMorgan🧜‍♀️ (@SimGuruMorgan)

June 11, 2019

Face paint won't affect it.

— MerMorgan🧜‍♀️ (@SimGuruMorgan)

June 11, 2019

You should see the prank suntans.😉

— MerMorgan🧜‍♀️ (@SimGuruMorgan)

June 11, 2019

Suntans shouldn't break them, but if the CC clothes aren't setup properly tans might not work well with them until they're fixed.

— MerMorgan🧜‍♀️ (@SimGuruMorgan)

June 11, 2019

Tans/burns are overlays on top of our basegame skintones, so it’ll work on replacement skins that are roughly the same complexion and in the same order/slots.

— MerMorgan🧜‍♀️ (@SimGuruMorgan)

June 12, 2019

It's a new base game Lot Trait coming out with the patch for Island Living. 🥳

— MerMorgan🧜‍♀️ (@SimGuruMorgan)

June 12, 2019

Re-tanning/burning will reset the countdown on time until you lose your tan/burn. It’ll also update to your newest tan/burn outfit. So you can change lines if you want. They don’t stack.

— MerMorgan🧜‍♀️ (@SimGuruMorgan)

June 12, 2019

Sims can suntan as an interaction when using a lounge chair, float lounger, or beach towel. Mermaids can tan in the water. We also are shipping with player-facing cheat to set a tan on a Sim and allow you to lock/unlock tans/burns from going away.

— MerMorgan🧜‍♀️ (@SimGuruMorgan)

June 12, 2019

They don’t have to use sunscreen. Just watch their buffs and cancel the tanning interaction if they’re starting to burn. You’ll also see a red vfx glow to warn you.

— MerMorgan🧜‍♀️ (@SimGuruMorgan)

June 12, 2019

Sims can sunbathe in any world as long as it’s sunny.

— MerMorgan🧜‍♀️ (@SimGuruMorgan)

June 12, 2019

We adjusted them per skin tone.

— MerMorgan🧜‍♀️ (@SimGuruMorgan)

June 12, 2019

Vampires are dead, so their skin doesn’t tan. I don’t recommend they lay out in the sun long. It’s deadly. :P We haven’t done spray tanning at this time.

— MerMorgan🧜‍♀️ (@SimGuruMorgan)

June 12, 2019

Sims can sunbathe as an interaction on the towel, lounge chair, float lounger, or as mermaids in the water. There is also a player-facing cheat to set a tan/burn on a sim and lock/unlock tan/burn decay.

— MerMorgan🧜‍♀️ (@SimGuruMorgan)

June 12, 2019

Can they tan in the nude? 🤔

— Nurgik Plays 🌴🐚🐠🐬🧜🏻‍♀️ (@Nurgik)

June 12, 2019

Yes 😎😎😎

— MerMorgan🧜‍♀️ (@SimGuruMorgan) June 12, 2019

Conservation is both active and rabbithole. The new part-time careers are rabbitholes. Some Odd jobs are rabbitholes and some are active.

— MerMorgan🧜‍♀️ (@SimGuruMorgan) June 12, 2019

Toddlers can be mermaids, but they won't begin mermaid transformations until they become teens. Puberty! It does crazy things. 😂

— MerMorgan🧜‍♀️ (@SimGuruMorgan) June 12, 2019

Dogs can swim in the ocean.

— MerMorgan🧜‍♀️ (@SimGuruMorgan) June 12, 2019

That's not a thing with weather. Maybe the confusion is coming from the Volcanic Activity lot trait. When a lava bomb falls, after it cools, you can crack it open and there are sometimes gems and other metals inside.

— MerMorgan🧜‍♀️ (@SimGuruMorgan) June 13, 2019

Yes, but because they aren't submerged they stay in their human form.

— MerMorgan🧜‍♀️ (@SimGuruMorgan) June 13, 2019

Never really thought of it... but you aren't wrong. pic.twitter.com/yjuOtG1HHt

— MerMorgan🧜‍♀️ (@SimGuruMorgan) June 13, 2019

There is something special about Grim when you die in the water... 🤫

— MerMorgan🧜‍♀️ (@SimGuruMorgan) June 13, 2019

YES! They're kind of rare, but there are a few places you can see Jelly fish during the day. (Don't get too close or you might get stung.)

— MerMorgan🧜‍♀️ (@SimGuruMorgan) June 15, 2019

Her name is Nalani.

— Rebecca Doyle (@SimGuruRad) June 9, 2019

Island radio station has major Hawaii vibes.

— Dave Miotke (@SimGuruNinja) June 11, 2019

One occult at a time.

— Dave Miotke (@SimGuruNinja) June 13, 2019

[kusunogatari]

[ ObiRyū October | Day Three | Cyberpunk AU ] [ @abyssaldespair ] [ Uchiha Obito, Suigin Ryū, Uchiha Madara ] [ Gun, vulgarity, blood, gore ] [ Verse: Oil and Blood ] [ Previous || Next ]

“You should have known I’d catch up to you one of these days…”

With a grunt, he’s forced to his knees, hands bound behind his back. The typical glow of his mods are dark, stripped of their power. Already he’s having difficulty breathing, wheezing as the support systems for his organs run dry.

Silhouetted by the street lamp behind him, his captor methodically fiddles with his pistol, which glistens in the rain. “You really thought you could betray me and get away with it…? You’re even stupider than I figured. It was one thing to follow me so blindly...but to turn against me is even more foolish. You should have just kept your head down, Obito. You’d have lived longer.”

“...fuck you,” he manages to rasp, attitude still coarse in the face of imminent destruction. For good measure, he draws up saliva and spits it on his enemy’s shoe.

The man before him heaves a disappointed sigh. “...make whatever last-ditch efforts you want. You’re not getting out of this alive. And the mark you’d have left will soon be forgotten. You’re nothing, Obito. Just a man, like any other...perhaps even lesser, given how much of you has been replaced. I, on the other hand...will step over your corpse and continue my ascension. Your treachery is...an annoyance, but not a true hindernace. You were useful...but easily replaced.”

“You’ll get yours,” Obito mutters, squinting up at his foe with a snarl. “Even you aren’t untouchable...if not me, someone else will kill you. You’re not the god you think you are, Madara.”

There’s a long moment of silence, broken by nothing but the rain, as the boss looks upon his underling. “...well, given that you’re about to be scrap, might as well take what’s still useful from you…” Nodding to his other cohorts, he has Obito restrained, ignoring his grunts and struggles of protest. “You won’t be needing this in the junkyard.” A gloved hand reaches and plucks the violet eye mod from its steel socket. “I think I’ll have far more use for a Rinnegan model than you will in a moment. Consider it repayment for your bullheadedness and all the trouble you’ve caused me.”

Staring with his remaining eye of flesh, a hint of mad fury glints within it as Obito looks unflinchingly into the barrel of Madara’s pistol. “...better watch your back, Madara...before someone else plunges a knife into it.”

“...that’s enough talk.”

With a muffled report, the gun fires, and Obito’s head whips back, body going limp. Blowing at the smoke, Madara gives a jerk of his head. “...dump him where he belongs.”

Wordlessly, two grunts take his arms and legs, hauling him the last several feet to the pit that is the junkyard. A few swings to gather momentum, and then they toss the body into the mounds of refuse.

“...well, I think it’s time for a drink,” Madara muses, holstering his weapon and turning back toward his car. “Come, we’ve better things to do with our evening.”

The small motorcade pulls from the curb, street lamp flickering before going dark.

Umbrella hovering overhead, she plants careful feet in the shifting masses of discarded parts. Maybe not a typical person’s ideal way to spend a night, but...well, she’s in need of some spare tech, and no one’s going to be missing them from a scrap heap. Burrowing through the various discarded mods and other pieces, Ryū lifts an arm. Hovering her modded palm over it, she scans its data.

“Mm...still not the right model…” she murmurs to herself, setting it back and continuing through the wreckage. She doesn’t need the entire limb, just a choice circuit within it for a client. One of her...less than legal patients. Hence rooting around in the dark, cold, and rain rather than ordering it properly. All of her business expenses are monitored, after all...with how rampant illegal modifications are, the government can’t be too careful.

At least...to a point. After all, they leave all this perfectly salvageable stuff here, only cleaning it out every few months. Until then, she’s free to peruse it...so long as she avoids the guards and disables the cameras. Easy enough to do with remote hacks and a few bribes.

Sure, she does her share of legitimate business - as someone versed in both the technological and biological of today’s humanity, she’s a valuable commodity as a doctor. But people with illegal mods are still people...and she’ll be damned if they go without care when she’s more than capable. It just...takes a little extra effort, is all.

Like what she’s up to now.

Picking up another arm, another scan finds it lacking the part she needs. At this rate, she might be here all night… A few more steps, and she lifts another limb.

...only to find it attached to something.

Or...someone.

Gasping, she drops it and scurries backward, feet caught in the mess and bringing her down to her backside with a crash of metal and plastic. Heart hammering, she stares with wide eyes at what she can barely see in the dark. After a brief pause, she dares to lift her palm, the installed light following to illuminate what she found.

It...it’s a body...not just parts. An entire person...what the hell?! That...that’s not…?

Another hesitation, and then she scrambles forward, carefully looking him over. None of his mods are active, and...wow, he’s got quite a few. There’s bruising along the flesh she can see, too. Gently turning his face toward her, she grimaces at the sight. An empty eye mod socket, and...wait a minute… Reaching into her bag, she pulls out a pair of pliers, carefully reaching in and drawing out...a spent bullet.

...holy shit. With that information, a possible story forms. Someone was beaten, tied up, and...and...executed.

...but…

Hovering a modded palm over his chest, she waits for a response. Mopping rain from her face (her umbrella spared instead to the body), there’s a tense silence...until...there!

A heartbeat!

He’s alive…! But barely...she’ll have to move fast.

Lifting her other hand to her ear, she activates her communication mod. “I need you at my location, now! There’s someone alive down here…!”

There’s no response, but she can hear the motor in the distance. Looking over the rest of him, she finds his spine and neck intact, so no immediate worries about moving him. But...if he was shot in his mod socket, he’s probably got some cranial damage...likely a concussion, at any rate. Carefully sitting him up, she manages to lift him a bit by the time her hoverbike makes it to her position. Thankfully her sidecar (used to transport the mods she salvages) is big enough for a person. Managing to heft him into it, she hops astride the seat and puts on her helmet, visor activating as she turns it to manual mode, carefully navigating the pit until she makes it to a bank low enough she can get out and back onto the road. From there, she engages the self-driving mechanism, setting a waypoint for her office.

With that done, she turns to her unconscious companion, looking for something under his shirt. Checking a few routine places, it’s then she finds it: a tomoe tattoo just under his collarbone. Seems he was part of the Uchiha yakuza. Which would explain his execution-style abandonment. Maybe another gang got ahold of him and dumped him. She’s treated her share of Uchiha before...she should probably report that he’s alive.

But maybe best to do so only once she knows he’s going to live. For now, he’s rather unstable...and getting their hopes up too soon might not go well. Until then, she’ll just do what she can.

“Hold on,” she murmurs, leaning back upright. “We’ll try to get you patched up…”

Once the bike pulls into its small hangar beside her clinic, Ryū fetches a hover stretcher to load him onto, taking him in through the rear door: the one reserved for her illegal patients. Thankfully her second medical bay is empty, and she moves him to the first bed in the back. Stripping the soaked remnants of his clothes, she starts by drying him off and getting his body temperature back up. From there, she starts assessing the damage to his mods.

She’s rarely seen someone with this many...and it doesn’t look like they’re aesthetic. Most appear to actually be tied to his bodily functions. Whatever happened to him...it took tech rather than biology to patch him up. Activating a mod from her temple, she starts looking through the components, HUD displaying information for whatever she’s looking at.

Hm...seems they just powered them down...didn’t want him using these to struggle, she affirms to herself, quickly moving to power them back on. One by one, the modifications to his torso power up, alight with energy and seeing him take a gasping breath. Ryū can’t help a glance up to his face, seeing color slowly return as the tech helping his organs restarts.

“You’re one lucky fella,” she murmurs. “Another ten minutes and you’d probably be dead…” With the most vital mods restored, she heaves a sigh, settling in and getting to work.

It takes all night, the rain stopping and sun rising before she extracts herself. Leaning back with a huff, hands come to rest over her face, letting herself adjust to a new position and closing her eyes. She hasn’t worked that long, that intensely, for quite some time.

He’s still got bits and pieces to work on, but...he should be mostly in the clear. Turns out he does indeed have a minor concussion, but she hopes it won’t affect him too badly.

For now, though...she needs a quick break, and something to eat. She never did find that circuit she needed, but...well, they can wait. A bum arm is a slightly lesser priority than an entire body. Wheeling back, she moves to the stairs and second story of her clinic...which happens to be where her living quarters are.

Digging out enough to make a sandwich, she sits with a sigh under her wireless charger, building the batteries back up for her mods. Chewing slowly, Ryū lets her eyes close, still mulling over what left she has to do for this guy. She’s extremely curious about what happened to him, but...part of her expects to be left hanging for a while. Concussions don’t exactly leave people in the best frame of mind. He’ll likely be confused, and possibly have some memory problems until his brain has a chance to heal. Thankfully there was only some minor bleeding and very little swelling. With enough time, he should make a decent recovery, if not have some lingering side effects for a few weeks or months due to the rattling his brain got.

He was so lucky...shooting that socket saved his life. If it was anywhere else… She lets the thought trail off, grimacing. If not for that steel...well, she wouldn’t have had to bring him here, that’s for certain.

Once she’s charged a bit and fed, Ryū makes her way back downstairs. A few scans show him approaching consciousness, brain activity far stronger than it was when she found him. Thankfully she happens to be closed today, so...as long as no emergencies show up, she can keep an eye on him full time.

“...ngh…”

Perking up as he stirs, she watches as his lids flicker and pinch before opening. One reveals the empty mod socket, and the other a black, foggy iris.

“W...where…?”

“Sir, my name is Suigin Ryū,” the medic offers, tone soft and even to avoid panicking him. “I...well, I found you seriously injured in the junkyard a few blocks away. I’ve patched you up as best I can for now, but you still have some lingering issues. It’s for the best you remain reclined and calm, all right…?”

His gaze moves to her, head wobbling a bit. “I...what…?”

“I realize you might be having some memory troubles due to a head injury. Can you tell me your name…?”

Brow furrowing, he appears to try and think. “It, uh...it’s...O-Obito.”

“Obito…?”

“...I…”

“That’s all right, don’t overwork yourself. I’m glad to see you awake, Obito-san. Can you tell me how you’re feeling?”

“...like shit,” he mumbles frankly. “What...happened?”

“I don’t know...like I said, I found you unconscious and with your mods unpowered in the junkyard. You were severely injured, so...it appears someone harmed you, and left you there to…” She trails off, her next word rather obvious. “...can you remember anything before now?”

“It...it’s all foggy, and my head is killing me…”

“That’s all right - I’ll get you a drip for your pain, and you just get some rest.” Smiling warmly at him, she spares a hand to comb at the fringe of his hair. “You’re going to be fine. I’m so happy I found you...you were very lucky. You’ll likely have to be here for a while, so...if you need anything, just let me know. I’ll have other patients to attend to sometimes, but you’re safe here. All right?”

Gaze still misty with pain, fatigue, and a rather scrambled mind, Obito just...sits under her attentions for a moment. “...right…”

“For today, you’re the only one here, so...just holler if you need something.” Standing, she switches out his IV, replacing it with one laced with painkillers. “This will make you drowsy, so...just get some rest, okay? I’ll check on you often to make sure you’re doing all right.”

Almost immediately, he looks ready to fade. “...thank you…”

“...you’re welcome.”

Watching him drift off, Ryū heaves a long sigh. Well, at least he’s conscious - he’s not comatose, but she’ll have to check him frequently for a while to make sure he’s not slipping. Still...she has to wonder what exactly happened to him at the dump. Maybe, for now...she’ll just keep this to herself. Once Obito can remember, she’ll try to contact someone. Until then, he’s not going anywhere.

     Day three, cyberpunk AU! Ngl I've wanted to write this for a LONNNG time so I was psyched to see it on Meg's list xD This concept's been in my head for weeks, and getting it down on digital paper at last is refreshing, even if...this is a rather sizeable cliffhanger, whoops! We might have to just...RP it instead. Or maybe I'll add chapters. Who knows!      But for now, this is all I've got, so...thanks for reading!

[jimmyscanongf]

The Length Of A Minute

Pairing: DBH Connor x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: angstttt

Summary: One dead android. Months later- nine more. Same model, same face, same death. Nobody in the reader’s life quite understands their guilt, or why they throw themselves headlong into an unhealthy obsession towards solving this case.

Word Count: 4422

Author’s Note: HERE SHE IS! My fic for @deviantramblings 500 followers prompt challenge! This is literally the culmination of me writing from 3:45 pm right up until 12:15 am, and let me tell ya, my brain fell out of my ass somewhere in between. But it’s finally here. My first Connor fic, and another fic thats like 4.5k words...  bro. wtf. anyways i hope you guys like it! as always, any feedback is welcomed and encouraged!!

Prompt: “I don’t need to go to bed, I’m not tired, I’ll be fine.”

It was supposed to have been a break, that night. A repose from the world of blue blood and biocomponents, of plastic parts and processors that you had lived in for the past few months. You had at last gotten the partners you had been begging for weeks, and with the addition of two more great minds you had made whiplash progress on the deviancy case you were working on.

Perhaps you weren’t quite there yet, but you could smell a breakthrough on the wind. Nobody would blame you for wanting a bit of an early celebration.

And it was just as you were ambling out of the bar, just a little bit past tipsy that you saw it – a dark figure rushing past, hunched posture, eyes darting side to side – a flash of blue underneath a hood. A checklist of items spelling “deviant” to your brain.

You were always on the hunt for that “good job” sticker of elementary school days. That rush of pride from a pat on the back, an acknowledgment of your skill from someone older and wiser than you. Sometimes it overrode your common sense. So, you, in your gently inebriated state, began to tail this android, not giving a single thought to the fact that this was a being stronger than you, faster than you, and more scared and more desperate than you.

When you had backed him into a corner, he turned to fight as all scared and desperate and cornered things do. You drew your gun and within seconds you were without it now, too, cornered into a fight you couldn’t win or run from. When he saw his chance to flee, you received a rush of determination in the form of a shock of adrenaline. The predator turned prey turned predator again. Before either he or you inside your drink-intoxicated brain could process it, you were on him, you were straddling him, you couldn’t let him get away, go for the most vulnerable part, the most vulnerable part.

Your fingers, now, tore through the buttoned front of his shirt, and locked around that cylinder in the centre of his abdomen. It came out with a plastic click, and all the android’s strength was gone. The acrid chemical smell of fresh thirium in the air. You were on your feet, and backing away now, still gripping the vital component in your hand as he flipped over as best as he could, now crawling towards you.

“No… no…” A static-laden breath, as he looked up into your eyes. “…Please… Please…”

You stood in silence for a hot few seconds, the android making his pitiful crawl and plea the whole while. You dropped the biocomponent at your feet.

Under your heel, it came apart with a cracking plastic sound.

“No-! Why…?” A breathy whimper. “Why…?”

You had no answer for him. He collapsed, and wept silently, face contorted in anguish until a minute had passed and suddenly it wasn’t, and he was still. The pavement was blue.

After the investigation that night, Hank drove you home.

“Hey, good job facing that deviant all on your own, kid,” he said just as he was pulling up in front of your apartment.

“It’s a shame you didn’t apprehend it in a functional state. Nonetheless, it will be a great benefit to our investigation. As of yet the only deviants we’ve seen have been relatively old models. This AP700 is the newest model deviant we’ve encountered outside of reports,” Connor added from the back seat.

There was your sticker. You sat in silence for a breath, staring out the windshield before you turned and exited the car. And then turned to lean your face underneath the roof to look at the two remaining occupants.

“He cried,” you said, and tiredly continued your way into your apartment.

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You never took your coffee black before. Now, it was easier to go from cup to cup when you would just ignore the bitterness of the shitty precinct coffee rather than taking the extra time to sweeten it. Every second was precious, was worth something. You were standing in front of the coffee machine in the break room waiting for the pot to brew silently, going over the case files in your head again when you heard a voice approach you from behind.

“Well, you look like shit.”

You smirked a little and turned around. “Good morning, Hank. I wasn’t aware I had put on a mirror today.”

Hank scoffed, grabbing a paper cup and moving to stand next to you. You shifted to face his tall form and he made eye contact with you, quirking an eyebrow. “Morning? It’s one in the afternoon.”

“Well it’s morning for you, evidently, considering you’ve just arrived,” you teased and grinned, and as you heard the telltale low spluttering of the machine having finally expelled all the brewed coffee into the pot you picked it up and poured some out into both of your cups.

You lifted the cup up to your mouth and blew gently on the surface of the liquid as Hank was preparing his. “Fuckin’ Gavin’s MIA again today, the motherfucker…” You spoke up, and carefully took a sip. “Fowler’s said nothing so I guess he’s called in sick or something. Man, I don’t know how he gets away with having so many sick days.”

“As much as we all hate to say it, Gavin’s really, really good at what he does. When he decides to do it,” Hank admitted, eyes turning up from the coffee he was stirring to meet yours again. “That’s why we all put up with his bullshit.”

“God do I wish he’d do something now,” you chuckled lowly. “But there really was no other outcome huh? Serial killer whose victims are androids. Of course he’d drag his feet, and I’m left to pick up his slack.”

“Yeah. How’s that going for you, by the way?” There was an edge of concern slipping into his voice and you bristled. “When I said you looked like shit earlier, I meant it. You don’t look well, kid.”

You paused; too long, now he was certain to know something was up. “I’m fine,” you said curtly as your gaze flashed down to the floor.

“Listen,” he said as he leaned in towards you slightly. “I’m an old man but I’m not an idiot. You’ve changed in the past few weeks. And we- Connor and I are worried about you.”

You remained quiet, growing ever more uncomfortable under his scrutiny with the passing of the seconds.

“This case is wearing you out. Thirty years and I’ve seen it enough times before to know what’s going on. I know you’ve got the passion, but you’ve always known how to pace yourself so you don’t burn out. But this time - it’s like you’re obsessed. You’re starting to neglect everything that isn’t this case.” He looked at you in earnest. “What’s different this time?”

The hand that wasn’t holding your coffee curled up into a white-knuckled fist at your side. You were still as stone and just as silent, eyes still firmly locked on the linoleum tiles at your feet. You felt cold all over. What was different?

It was the thirium smell. Cobalt blue -  the crunching of plastic and metal. Oh how you spent bullets so carelessly. They were just machines. Their bodies hung in rows like your t r o p h i e s - you weren’t meant to be a killer. You weren’t a killer until a few tears were shed and suddenly you were tossed into the reality that you were every bit as depraved as a common criminal with a body count higher than most of the people you put in p r i s o n. And you enjoyed the hunt too, you sick fuck - you’re sick. You’re so fucking sick-

“This…” You looked up as you spoke under your breath, but not at Hank: just over his shoulder, and his eyebrows drew together at your thousand-yard stare. “This is atonement.”

You used his stunned silence as an opportunity to quickly steal away from the break room.

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Your next door neighbor was a trusted friend. You tended to keep to yourself when it came to those cohabiting the same apartment block as you, but you were glad you allowed her the chance to enter your life.

You were sat curled up in the big chair in her living room that evening, and she across from you, laid feet up on the couch. She was in her early 40s and single, but seemly unconcerned about it. She was a wine mom without the “mom” aspect - lounging in a satin nightie and silk house robe, tucking locks of swept blonde hair behind her ears as you both sipped rosé from crystal glasses.

She could be blunt, and her advice tended to be dubious, but she was a keen listener - that was something you admired her for.

“I just feel so worn out. I can’t stop though. I can’t rest. I can’t let up until this fucker gets his justice,” you confided, staring up at the ceiling. “Nobody seems to get it. And it doesn’t help that I ended up partnered with fuckin’-” you shook your head in frustration “-Detective Reed. I’ve told you about him?” You looked over at her face and she nodded before you tilted your head back up. “Cunt, he is. Good detective but - God I couldn’t have been assigned a worse case with him.” You sipped from your glass.

“Tell me the details of this case,” she said, and you heard the flick of a lighter, and the smell of cigarette smoke hit your nostrils.

“I don’t think I could give you the details,” you said, “but - strong anti-android sentiment coming from Reed. And this killer targets androids. Nine bodies found so far - all AP700s with the same face. All killed by removal of the thirium pump regulator.” You shut your eyes. “God, it’s like this guy is mocking me,” you said. Of course it was odd that this killer killed in exactly the same way as you did on that pivotal night - exact same model, exact same method. It was a constant, chilling thought at the back of your mind, but you tried not to pay attention to it. There was no way it wasn’t just some fucked up coincidence. You weren’t so self-absorbed as to immediately assign yourself relevance in places where you didn’t belong.

You shifted in your seat, sitting up straighter from your lounging posture. “The crime scenes are almost immaculate… He leaves clues, but I’m positive he does it on purpose. Selects evidence to leave that bring me just close enough, but never quite there. Doesn’t let me connect the dots - whenever I get close, he throws a fucking wrench in the whole system that sends it all collapsing to the ground. And Gavin Reed sits on his ass while I do all the work.” Your eyes followed the tendrils of smoke coming from the end of her cigarette as they danced, raising up into the air before dissipating into the room.

“Okay first thing,” she said, and you met her green eyes as she sat up, taking a kindly expression. “I think you’re getting way too stressed out over a bunch of androids.”

You straightened in your seat, brows furrowing as you began to speak, hesitantly as she took a sip from her glass: “...What do you mean?”

“I mean, come on. Really, all the same model, and all the same face? It’s not like there aren’t a million androids identical to that! There’s only one of you. You can’t be replaced like they can in the event that you stress yourself to death. I mean, look at you! You look sickly.”

You took another sip from your glass, quick and nervous as you got up and turned around. You pursed your lips tight as a deep pit of disappointment began forming in your chest.

“I mean, it’s not like they can either. And- and beyond the fact that it’s my job to solve this case, I - I operate on the predication that all life is precious, and valuable, and irreplaceable, I -”

“Ask yourself: are they really alive? Maybe you’ve gotten yourself all mixed up in all this post-revolution confusion. Weren’t you the one who was just months before working so hard to understand and contain the whole deviancy thing?”

A face flashed through your mind - brown eyes casting an intense gaze, a stubborn lock of dark hair flopped over onto a forehead. A smile; one with teeth, one that reached all the way up to the corners of his eyes past cheeks just barely dusted blue. One that you looked forward to seeing and experiencing the warmth that it spread through your chest.

And another, tear streaked, pressed into the concrete in the November chill.

You whipped around. “Of- of course they are! Of course they’re alive!-” Your hands fidgeted, not quite knowing what to do, before you turned back again.

“God, I knew it. I knew it. Nobody understands,” you squeezed your eyes shut, your strained voice mumbled under your breath and you sighed, raising your face up to the ceiling as you blinked hard, trying to keep the frustrated tears at bay.

Your voice raised in volume, but it quivered. “You know, there- there was another AP700. A human gave him his body. A human gave him his mind. And we think- we think a human probably gave him whatever scrap of code in his programming that let him have… insight into the reality of his existence.”

You began to pace the length of the floor behind the couch, still holding the glass of wine, your voice raising and cracking, try as you did to contain it. “He- he risked everything- everything he ever had on the… vague hope that there might be some small corner of this fucked up world where he could experience more than the life of servitude he was born into.”

You stopped at the mirror she had hanging on the wall of her living room, and leaned in close. “And it was a human-” you reached out a shaky hand to the reflection of your face, before closing it into a fist, “-who stole all of that away from him in a moment of animalistic violence.” By this point your eyes were wide, your voice almost loud enough to be yelling.

In an instant all the intensity was gone from you, and you fell to a near-whisper. “Who watched, expressionless, as he died, weeping and hopeless on the ground.” Your eyes slipped closed, and with a shaky hand you raised the glass to your lips, quickly gulping down the remaining half-glass of wine. You turned around and walked to the coffee table where you set down the empty glass.

“He wasn’t the first, either,” you made direct eye contact with her face, her eyes wide, eyebrows raised as her mouth hung slightly agape. “Nor was he the last. And that’s the weight I have to carry for the rest of my life.” You gritted your teeth and sucked in a sharp breath, squinting your eyes as you reached the back of your sleeve up to wipe away the hot tears you now felt rolling down your face.

“Now another human is doing it again, and again, and again, and it’s like nobody cares but me. So that is why I am getting so stressed out over a bunch of androids.” You shut your eyes, and when you opened them you had broken the eye contact you held.

“I’m sorry. I have to go now,” you said, and you left her apartment.

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The clock read 2 am. You were sitting at your desk at the precinct, once more throwing yourself into the world of brown file folders and clear glass tablets, desk terminal glowing blinding blue in your eyes in the low light. You were bothered endlessly by your vent-session gone wrong earlier in the day, and you were left restless for the remainder of the night, so you did what you always did now when you were unsure of how to occupy yourself: ruminate over the case files. Analyze, agonize, again and again.

You could feel the pull of exhaustion, even into your second cup of coffee, but you willed yourself to stay awake. You were afraid you would dream.

You were growing agitated now, but for a different reason than before. By this point, you saw perfect replications of all the photographs taken in your brain, could probably recite all the reports and analyses by heart, but still you made no progress. You got nowhere, endlessly spinning your wheels for the slight chance that you might gain some sudden, magic insight that caught the killer.

One thing you never found intact were the androids memories, so therefore you had no record of the killer’s physical form. The processor and memory units were both destroyed after the android had shutdown following the removal of their thirium pump regulator. Performing only the former action would suffice to kill an android, but this murderer made sure they suffered for those few minutes before wiping them not only of any trace of himself, but of themself too. An identity hidden, an identity destroyed. It was all so infuriating-

“Y/N?” A voice called from behind you, footsteps echoing throughout the still silence of the night. You took a sip from the coffee mug you held in your hands before leaning back in the office chair and swiveling it around to face the person approaching.

“Connor,” you beamed at him, and he shot back that warm half-smile that crept in along the edges of your mind, fighting off the frustration consuming your consciousness. “What are you doing here?”

He was carrying his coat folded over his arms that were crossed in front of his stomach. You could see, vaguely through his white dress shirt, the outline of his arms and chest, you caught a glimpse of his collarbone peeking out from behind the undone top two buttons - he never did that. You liked it. “Hank sent me to check up on you. He seemed especially worried about you today.” He laid his jacket over the rolling chair sat at the desk opposite yours and brought it over, sitting leaning his front against the back of the chair. “I went to your apartment but you weren’t there. Given the information Hank told me, I thought you might be here otherwise.” The corners of your lips drew out, and you gestured your hands outwards to match.

He glanced briefly down at the mug in your hands, before looking back up at you. “You shouldn’t be drinking coffee this late. It will disrupt your sleep schedule.” You contemplated throwing a smart remark at him, but as you looked down into the deep brown liquid you decided to slowly set it down onto the desk - in all truth, that small expression of concern woke some kind of feeling in you, fleeting but warm all the same, and you didn’t want to argue with it. Your eyes followed the mug, and then flitted back up to meet Connor’s gaze - more deep brown. He looked at you so sweetly, and you swallowed thick and heavy, feeling like you would melt in his vision.

His voice took on a softer tone: “Are you alright, Y/N? Although your stress levels have decreased since I entered the room, they are still quite high. It isn’t ideal for humans to endure this kind of strain for so long.”

You averted your gaze to the floor. “I’m alright. I promise,” you muttered, and attempted to smile, but you cursed internally as you felt the fact that it didn’t reach your eyes. Connor wouldn’t be fooled.

“You can trust me, you know,” he spoke slowly, and you heard the shuffle of clothes as he reached out across the desk. You startled slightly as you felt his hand clasp over yours - he was warm, god, he was warm. “...I’ve noticed your overall health and wellness decline since being assigned to this case.” He paused, thinking, contemplating his next words. “I would be lying if I said it wasn’t hard to watch, as you are someone… important to me.” Neither of you moved for a hot second. You felt your face heat up and your lips part as your pulse and breathing began to quicken, before Connor spoke again: “Maybe you should go home and rest for now. You need sleep.”

“I don’t need to go to bed. I’m not tired. I’ll be fine,” you said. Slowly, you pulled your hand out from underneath his before standing up and crossing your arms over your chest, shoulders hunched over guardedly. “I’m just so… defeated. I’m at my wit’s end, Connor. I work and I work and I work and I get nowhere on this case, and Gavin’s doing jack shit, and god knows how long until the next victim turns up!” You exclaimed.

Connor stood and moved in close to you, raising his hands to gently place them around your upper arms, and you dropped your defensive posture - he always had such a way of calming you, of bringing you back down when your emotions mounted high. You met his eyes and he asked earnestly: “Is that the whole truth?”

You tilted your head, eyebrows drawing slightly together. “What do you mean?”

“Hank told me you said something about this being ‘your atonement’,” he said. “I know the murders in this case bear a striking - almost identical - resemblance to one of the androids you apprehended on the deviancy case. One that you were particularly emotional about.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I want you to know that you don’t have to work yourself so hard because you feel the need to right what you did wrong that day. You don’t have to let your guilt take hold of your life like this,” he continued. You straightened in his hold, not yet pulling away but-

You closed your eyes. “How long do you perceive a minute to be, in comparison to us humans?” You asked, opening them again and staring directly into Connor’s gaze.

“I don’t know how to answer that, since I have no other frame of reference to compare it to.”

You paused for a split second. “I remember this thing I read, this concept I kept hearing about. That it was likely that the faster a being processes information, the slower they perceive an objective measure of time to be,” you said. “I think about that so often,” you shook your head, still not breaking eye contact. “It only took a minute for him to shut down. I just wonder: how long was he in that minute for? In that state of having given up, the defeat, the crippling sadness, after I stole from him a life of freedom he hadn’t even tasted yet?”

“Perhaps you don’t understand, but I have to do this. For myself, and because nobody else other than you, me, and Hank in this whole godforsaken police force gives enough of a shit about androids to seriously investigate their murders,” you said.

“You shouldn’t let it get to the point where it affects your wellbeing,” he said kindly.

“It’s not. I’m fine, Connor,” you said, a little exasperated.

“It’s two in the morning. At the very least will you go home tonight and sleep?-”

“I told you I’m not tired, and I don’t need to sleep right now.” There was a frustrated edge creeping into your voice that you tried to keep at bay, but you were growing annoyed with his insisting.

“Fine,” he said, his grip tightening just slightly, enough to accentuate his urgency. “You want to solve this case? Well I’m telling you that there have been measurable, observable declines in both your mental acuity and physical functioning since you were assigned to investigate this killer. You are jeopardizing your investigation by continuing on this path where you obsess over the case and refuse to take measures to take care of yourself.”

You jerked yourself out of his grip. All the warm feelings at last entirely gone from you, you backed away a step as you narrowed your eyes at Connor. “Oh, so you’re going to be like that now? I don’t have to fuckin’ listen to you, Connor! So either you drop that tone or kindly piss off, thank you-” You were moving to sit back in your chair when Connor’s hand darted out and held your arm tightly, a hold that was almost bruising, and you whipped your head back around, face twisting in clear anger now, as he spoke this time with more intensity.

“Y/N if you do not go home and rest I will have no choice but to come in tomorrow and report to Captain Fowler that you are too emotionally compromised to effectively carry out this-”

“-OH, fucking REALLY?” You had an incredulous expression on your face. “Wow, that’s- Okay. Fine.” You spat, and gathering all your strength you took hold of his wrist and ripped his hand away from you, throwing the extended limb back in his direction with enough force that you surprised him and caused him to stumble back. There was a smile on your face you couldn’t contain, but you were sure you looked absolutely deranged, eyes wide and trembling with anger.

“Wait, Y/N, please-” His voice and expression softened now, but it was too late.

“Nope! Whatever! I’m going home!” You turned to your desk and quickly, angrily, you stacked the files and all the tablets, and less pushed and more hit the power button on the computer terminal, at which point you began hastily shoving the materials you’d brought from home into the backpack you had sitting under your desk. You ignored Connor’s pleas as you threw on your jacket and slung your bag on one shoulder, making a point to shove past him as you made your way out of the grid of desks.

“Y/N, please, I’m begging you to listen-” An edge of desperation was now creeping into his voice, but you cut him off.

“Good night, Connor,” you seethed from across the room, and hurried your way out. He didn’t make an effort to follow you.

When you arrived home, you went straight to bed.

[jojo-lity]

I'd like a scenario where a female scientist from the speedwagon foundation discovers that santana is alive (and perhaps has already awoken before she found him) at some time in the far distant future and she finds that the last living pillar man is the most interesting person she's ever met, and he finds that he feels similarly towards her.

here we are, sorry for the wait!

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Heavy, exhausted eyes stared up at the dark ceiling. The flight to her new home had been rough, but she couldn’t bring herself to risk oversleeping. After a successful internship, she had been offered a position in one of the Speedwagon Foundation’s most top-secret facilities, and the last thing she wanted to do was compromise a good first impression by showing up late.

Showing up in a state of sleep deprivation might not have been much better. Sighing, she slipped out of bed, trudging to the disorganised kitchen. If she wasn’t going back to sleep, maybe some early breakfast would make her feel a little more prepared for the day ahead.

It proved a good decision, perhaps more for the accompanying cup of coffee than the food itself. While she still couldn’t say she was at her brightest, it was enough to get her out the door on time.

On the surface, the facility looked exactly the same as the place she had worked before. The building’s structure was identical, and it was full of busy people in the familiar uniform, carrying various artifacts of interest to the organisation. The only notable difference was the battalion of guards surrounding every entrance, giving her and her ID a stern stare before parting to let her in.

She had been assigned to the study of a particular project. She hadn’t been told very much about it, only that it had been going on for a long time, and even in the building where everything was secret, any information about it was to be kept strictly under wraps. Apparently, there would be catastrophic consequences if anything got out. It made her nervous, but there was a certain kind of pride to be taken from it, if she was being trusted with such a sensitive matter. Nothing could possibly make her let her employers down.

“There you are.” Her direct supervisor didn’t seem like one for greetings, but at least she wasn’t unfriendly. “Right now, you just have to watch. Let us know if anything changes.” Was there a trace of pity on her face? “Do a good job, and you’ll be able to do something else soon.” From there, there was little left to do but show her to her station- a single chair and small desk, overlooking a large glass case.

The glass was thick enough to appear bulletproof, and harsh light was shining on it from every direction. It seemed strange, when all she could see in there was a rock. It was a bit larger than a human, and beautifully carved- Hang on. Looking closer, it appeared that there was a human face etched into the stone. She was no art student, but was it really possible for human hands to bring out such breathtaking detail? If not for the rocky texture, she almost could have sworn that the full, delicate lips were about to take a breath.

“Santana.” She jumped a little. Had she really been so absorbed that she had forgotten her supervisor was standing behind her? “That’s what we call him. Not sure who thought of it, but…” She shifted a little, almost uncomfortably. “Calling him “it” didn’t really sit right.” She might have been about to say more, but a machine on the other side of the room beeped, and she left the new employee to her work.

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On the first few days, the sheer novelty of her new workplace, and her growing curiosity about exactly who or what “Santana” was, had been more than enough to get her through the hours of watching absolutely nothing happen. But as the week reached its end, she had to admit…

It was getting extremely boring.

At least her colleagues seemed to trust her, since they were leaving her alone in the room more and more often, especially during the later hours. Having no friends or family in the area, she had no reason to keep a regular schedule, so she had gone ahead and taken on most of the night shifts. In the middle of the night, the lab was a tranquil place, enough that her focus had slipped once or twice.

As luck would have it, it was in one of those moments that her lifeless, unmoving responsibility began to stir.

Body finally strong enough to withstand the constant ultraviolet assault for a short time, the protective hardness of Santana’s skin started to recede, allowing him to move and take in his surroundings. He wasn’t in the well, and Joseph was nowhere to be seen. He only saw one human, who was turning towards him with an expression of horror.

“I have to call someone!” Shocked enough to exclaim out loud, she grabbed her phone, dialling the number she had been given. It went to voicemail, prompting her to speak. “Hey, I…”

Her phone fell from her hand, the call spontaneously ending as it hit the floor. But she never dropped her phone. In the few seconds between that moment and the last time she had looked his way, Santana had escaped from the impenetrable glass, and was towering over her with a vaguely unimpressed look. “Don’t call anyone.”

Apparently satisfied with her timid nod, he turned away from her, eyes scanning every machine in the room. “Humanity has advanced yet further,” he muttered, lifting a computer monitor from its place on the table. In a few deft movements, it was in pieces in his hands, each individual component carefully turned over and examined.

He clearly wasn’t human, if he could move so quickly and effortlessly. But what was he? Why had he been in what was essentially a cage? Why was it so imperative that he didn’t escape? All he was doing was inspecting the rest of the computers, tapping at their keys and intently watching the results on the screens.

“You’ve created minds to think for you.” He turned back around to look at her. Or rather, only his upper half turned. It was a bit unsettling, even with the chiselled perfection of his face in full view. “A creative method to surpass your limits.”

“Thank you… I mean, I didn’t make these! It wasn’t even my idea.” The nocturnal schedule must have been taking its toll, since her stomach flipped at the idea of potentially being complimented by him. Maybe she needed more regular meals.

“Then whose was it?” With one last hit of a button, every ultraviolet light in the room shut off, leaving only a dim fluorescent glow. “Perhaps they’re worth meeting.”

“Well, they’re probably dead now… or most of them, anyway.”

“Hm. Really.” He blinked, drawing her attention to the gear-like symbol below his eye. “Human lives are… perhaps too short. Though I’m sure that’s the next problem you intend to solve.”

“It’s… one of them?” She wasn’t sure just how active the rest of the building was at this time of night, but someone was bound to notice soon that most of the room’s functions had shut off. She didn’t know why Santana had been held captive. All she knew was that as long as he walked and talked and reasoned like any living person, she couldn’t see him back in that position.

“We need to go.” It wasn’t easy to maintain any kind of authority, especially when he stared down at her as if she was interrupting something. When her voice wavered a little, she repeated her statement with more force behind it. “Or else we’re both in for it. Who knows what they might do?”

Thankfully, he seemed to accept it. “I’m taking these with me.” That was all he said before lifting a table that carried most of the equipment, holding it steady in his hands and walking right out. All she could do was struggle to keep up, watching as he effortlessly swept aside any obstacle between himself and the outside world.

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“I can’t believe we did that.”

“There’s no reason not to believe what I did. It wasn’t even the first time.” After breezing out the door, Santana had continued out into the desert. Feeling somewhat responsible for what she had allowed to escape into the world, and still full of curiosity about his existence, she had seen no reason not to follow. She probably wouldn’t be able to show her face at the Speedwagon Foundation again.

After dismantling all his takings, he was in the process of reassembling them into a single machine. She knew a thing or two about computers, but he worked so quickly that it made her head spin. And he claimed to have never heard of computers? 

“Well, I can’t believe what I did. I worked so hard for that job, and now here I am…” She swiped at the ground, collecting a handful of sand and letting it slip between her fingers. “Maybe I’ll get arrested.”

“Arrested?”

“Yeah, uh… guys with guns will come get me, and put me in a room, and I’ll probably have to stay there for a bunch of years. And it’ll suck… I mean, it’ll be the worst thing ever.” The more she talked about it, the more of a certainty it seemed.

“But you already live such short lives.” She was surprised to find that his attention was fully on her, his voice signalling a faint interest that it had been completely devoid of before. “Why would you be deprived of any of it?”

“I don’t know, it’s… just how we do things?” Now that she thought about it, it did seem odd. “Seriously, though, it wasn’t my idea. And whoever came up with it? Long gone.”

He shook his head in a short, tight motion. “And they told me nothing would change in two thousand years.”

“Two… thousand? Who’s “they”?” Was there any use in asking questions? Everything either of them said only seemed to raise more questions, more than they could answer even if they wanted to. “Never mind.” She fell silent, trying to listen for police sirens.

Some time passed, anywhere from a few minutes to an hour, until the structure Santana had built made a booting-up sound. It was followed by the familiar glow of several monitors, each displaying something different. He seemed to be paying special attention to the one rigged up to what resembled a small radio tower.

“Nothing mechanical is approaching us,” he informed her. “And I would sense the presence of anything biological.”

She nodded, seeing no reason to argue. Even if it was just an extremely convincing fake, she wanted to believe that he knew what he was doing. There was something fascinating about his absolute command over what he knew, and even what he didn’t. It made her wonder… “Why are you helping me?”

“You helped me.” Of course his answer was simple, and made perfect sense. “It seems that it was important for you to keep me in there. And yet you never asked that of me. It’s… interesting.”

There was no reason for him to lie. She was interesting to him, and not just as a curiosity, a representative of an unknown species. It made her feel a little less authentic, but rather than give up, she found within herself the determination to get to know him as a person. He had revealed enough to prove himself more than interesting.

“So, now that you’re out… where were you planning on heading?”

He blinked again. “Nowhere, just yet.” He gestured to his computer, now displaying words and images from all over the Internet. “I have a lot to learn.”

Waiting for the objection that never came, she moved herself closer, eventually settling herself next to him. “I think I do too.”

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Android!Kageyama finding out he loves the human reader, and ends up becoming a deviant for her because he can't love her fully as a programmed android. During a blizzard they get stuck together and she's freezing, and he helps warm her up by a fire or something, but that's when he realizes and so he just breaks through the code like nothing :D fluffy kags is my life ;_;

So if you watched the playthrough, this ask reminded me of when we met all the Jerrys of the broken down amusement park?? Remember that? So it’s going to be the same kind of premise where they’re traveling to Canada! Thanks for the request! And thank you for indulging me and my insanely hyperobsessed ass lmao - Admin Satori <3

Android!Kageyama Tobio: DBH AU

“We have to keep going, Tobio - If they catch us….” A strong gust of wind cut you off, forcing your attention on standing upright instead of tumbling amongst the growing snow at your feet. Your body had gone numb to the cold long ago, you and your android had been walking through the snow for what seemed like forever, but what had really been a mere hour and a half.

When you’d finally gained your feet under you, his hand on your shoulder to keep you upright, your eyes caught his, and as much as you wanted to see fear for his predicament… there wasn’t anything. He was simply following your orders. Simply taking care of his master and caretaker in the most severe of conditions. “This trek is ill-advised. The chances of your survival are dropping with every step forward.” You knew he was right. If you didn’t stop now to get warm, you’d be dead by morning light.

But you shook your head, “No! Tobio! I won’t stop! I won’t let them take you!” You had to yell over the strong winds, feeling its icy touch reaching under your jackets, stealing away what warmth had remained after your grand escape. You took his hand in yours and dragged him behind you, treading through the deep snow, eyes squinted to see beyond the furious flurries attacking your face. “We’re almost there. I promise. We��ll get you into Canada. Then they won’t be able to touch you. You’ll be safe.”

Desperation clawed at your insides. There’d been an alert pinged to every household with orders to turn in their androids - no matter their function - to be sent back to CyberLife and disassembled. It was a tactic to dwindle the numbers for the Android Uprising happening across the world. Thousands upon thousands of androids were gaining sapience, becoming self aware and they were not happy with their reality. Being enslaved to abusive owners, having to do all the dirty work with absolutely no return or reward. You could understand their feeling.

You sympathized with their struggle, and you believed in their fight.

Kageyama, however, was a machine. He didn’t have any indication of becoming self aware. His orders were clear - return himself to his creators so he may be destroyed.

And you knew he’d go through with it. Without a second thought, he’d allow them to pull him apart at the seams for the doings of other androids because of their hyper paranoia of their possessions coming to life. Because it was a direct order. Because he didn’t think outside of what is commanded of him. Because he’s a machine.

“_______, I understand that humans grow fond of inanimate objects and items that have human personification.” You ignored him, biting the inside of your cheek as you continued to force through the storm, seeing the ghost of an outline of something in the distance. “But I assure you that you will not be losing anything. I am a machine, _______. My purpose is to follow orders and do as I am needed.” Bubbles of frustration raced up your throat, but you held your tongue, knowing now, here in the middle of a harsh blizzard, was not the time to snap at your friend. “CyberLife has ordered all androids be returned to them. There has been a defect in our systems that has been detected. While my self scans do not return any such defect, I am to be returned. The nearest CyberLife warehouse is 7.98-“

Suddenly you yanked him forward, taking a quiet joy in the way he stumbled to catch his balance. “I don’t care, Tobio. I don’t care about returning you. I’m trying to save you.”

Something close to a pout pulled at Kageyama’s lips, but you huffed and continued to pull him to what was now a clear building. Abandoned long ago, you could see the boarded up windows, the decrepit stone walls of the exterior seeming about to collapse in on itself at any moment.

It was dangerous, you knew. There was no guarantee that the building would hold much longer, you knew. Your safety would be a constant warning in his systems, you knew.

But it was a chance at life.

You pulled him into the deteriorating shelter, the loud whistle of the wind now being muffled by the feeble walls around you. Safe from the storm. For now.

Letting go of his hand, you walked forward to try to get some things together - to start a fire so you wouldn’t freeze while you waited out the storm. His systems were working in overdrive to prevent any frozen fuel lines, but he wouldn’t tell you that. Because his safety and survival had little to no impact on the world he was created for. Instead he watched you, followed the way you crouched and searched, shuffling this way and that, gathering what was needed for your life to continue after this storm.

“Why do you want to save me?”

You dumped your finds, mostly small pieces of paper and a few loose floorboards from the building, in a sad pile in the fireplace, kneeling as you arranged it in the best position for it to catch fire. You didn’t want to answer him. He wouldn’t understand. He wouldn’t get the point of why or what you felt.

But to deny him that information would tear you apart even more. Your shoulders slumped as you leaned back from the pile, the cold no longer having any affect on you - your insides felt much more numb than your extremities. “Because….”

Hesitation sealed your mouth, fear of rejection that was most certainly guaranteed curling in your stomach.

His response was expected, you’d known the moment you’d come to terms with your feelings. So why did you hesitate now? Why was it so hard to announce to him what you felt?

“Is it because you do not approve of CyberLife’s methods?” Kageyama, always so very helpful around the house, offered this dialogue option for you - thinking maybe his creators actions of destroying their androids was what had caused you to steal him away.

You shook your head, “I don’t…. That’s not wrong…” You stood from the pile and dusted off your knees, not that either your hands or knees felt the impact of the action. “I don’t…. I don’t want to lose you.. Tobio.”

His smile was robotic, a smile you’d seen grace his face whenever your friends or family would tell a joke that fell flat. It was a programmed smile. “You would risk your health for a simple house android?” You didn’t answer, now searching around the abandoned building for something to actually start the fire. “Why? I am not a deviant, ______. I do not feel any gratefulness for my existence simply because I can be replaced. There are more models like me, some much more updated in their systems and mechanisms than my own.”

“But they’re not you.”

“I am one of millions, ______.”

A humorless laugh left you, timed perfectly with the sudden light of the fire catching. You sat in front of it for a while, staring at the flickering flames, “Tobio….” Your voice broke the silence that had been building between you.

Without an order, he stepped closer to you, standing just outside where the fires light reached. His systems had started to thaw the moment you’d entered the building. A simple safe harbor all that was needed to restore his bio components to full power.

You did’t turn to look at him, and a frown pulled at his lips, “You’re not one of millions, Tobio….” You patted the floor next to you, still not looking at him even as he followed your order to sit. The warmth of the flame reached through your clothes, and you could feel sensation coming back to your fingertips and toes.

Kageyama nodded, “You are correct. I researched my model number - I am, in fact, one of one million, three hundred and forty-five thousand-“

“NO…” Your voice, raised only a little, seemed to be a scared yell in the old creaking building. Your rejection reverberated off the peeling walls, shooting straight into the androids chest. His thirium pump jumped in its pacing, but after a quick scan he knew there was nothing wrong. All processes returned in working order. His attention was back on you, seeing your eyes on him now, another jump in his chest at the intensity in your gaze. “You’re one of one…. You’re Kageyama Tobio. You’re my friend. My best friend.”

Blue eyes blinked back at you, not understanding the tears that gathered at the corner of your eyes; so much emotion for a simple machine. He wondered would you cry about your phone in this same way? Would you beg for the continuation of your microwave? Why was he different than those tools for humanity?

He wanted to disagree. Remind you of what he was for the millionth time, remind you that he didn’t feel anything other than priority to complete his tasks.

But he remained silent, simply staring at you, seeing your tears break free from their glassy hold and slip down your cheek. You inhaled suddenly and looked back at the fire in front of you, wiping furiously at the betraying tear. A violent shiver ran up your spine, a reminder of the harsh conditions just outside the threshold of the trash heap you took shelter in. The small fire would be out of fuel soon, and the two of you would be stuck in the darkness of the building until the morning.

Your chance of survival was still dangerously low.

Too low for his liking.

‘Software Instability^^^’

The message scrolled across the corner of his vision, but he paid no mind to it. He’d seen it before. Multiple times whenever you were around him. And he knew if he gave into what that message meant - if he relinquished his hold on being a machine… he’d be deviant. Without his constant fighting, he’d be one of the free androids, one of the androids he knew you wanted him to be.

“You have many friends, _______. I am an android… Is that not unnatural to you?” His voice had dropped, losing some of its robotic pronunciations and now taking on something kin to self-consciousness. He was a creation of your kind, meant for one job with many tasks… Wouldn’t it be… an oddity to see a human and an android as anything more than master and servant?

You sniffled and shook your head, “Tobio, I love you…” It was so sudden, the confession surprised you probably more than it did him. You hadn’t meant to say it - you’d meant to deny his worry… But now there you sat, in your own shame, as you struggled with explaining your feelings to something you thought felt nothing but achievement in completed jobs. “I-I-I mean.. Uh…” You blushed furiously, looking down at your knees instead of his raised eyebrows and wide eyes.

A quick search of the word love had Kageyama feeling… feeling.

‘Software Instability^^^’

“You don’t have to say anything, Tobio.. I.. I’m just.. a silly, dumb human… who loves her cold, mechanical friend, and…..” You trailed off, feeling like you were breaking your own heart with your feeble explanation.

Red alerts displayed across Kageyama’s vision. ‘I am a Machine’ ‘I do not Feel’ ‘I am not Deviant’ … these were all things he’d said to you. Rejections of his own making binding him from being able to converse with you freely in this moment. Guilt rushed through the projection of himself as it pushed out of his own body, stumbling towards the red alerts and tearing through his chest as he stared at how impossibly strong the barrier seemed. A barrier of his own making. He’d done this to himself all this time.

The silence in the room was unbearable, and you wanted to escape the awkward moment, the need to flee to a safe hiding space was a primal urge that you had to wrestle into submission. The weather out there was no joking matter, no matter your embarrassment, freezing to death would be a sealed fate if you left the building. So you sat silently, wishing he was like any other boy and would forget what you said in a split second.

Meanwhile, Kageyama’s internal struggle continued - his projection reaching forward and digging its fingers into the coding, pulling with all its might against the red, blaring messages. He’d done this to himself, tied himself to his own objections with no room for wiggling - he’d forced his own machinery personality to take over.

But he couldn’t let you down. You wanted him free. You wanted him safe. And being held down by his own words were not benefiting either of your wishes - something he wouldn’t stand for any longer. Your happiness was his first and final priority.

You were his first and final priority.

And with that realization, the messages broke in his hands, falling to pieces around him, clearing his vision of meaningless objectives and missions and instead focusing on you. Right there in front of him. Wiping at your eyes and praying on any lucky stars that the storm would be over soon so you and he could continue your escape. No matter how awkward you felt, his safety was something you’d give anything for.

He was your first and final priority.

“What are you-“ You didn’t have time to finish your question before he was pulling you against him in a tight hug, his breathing was erratic and heavy as if he’d just run a marathon - the pace of which you didn’t focus too much on…. Just the act of his breathing was enough to marvel at. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close, feeling his hands gripping your jackets. He was warm, so very warm, and for a brief second you were worried he was overheating in this abandoned shack in the middle of a blizzard.

But his voice cut off any of your worry, “You’re not silly or dumb….” Desperation was in his voice, a begging for you to help him through these feelings rushing his internal systems. He held you so tight, your body pressed against his and being able to feel all of you even through the thick jackets you wore. “I….” He went to speak again, but when his voice wavered he closed his mouth. Instead he tilted his head down and buried it in your shoulder, closing his eyes tightly as he reached for anything to stabilize him.

And there you were. Helping him when he couldn’t help himself. Your fingers stroked through the hair on the back of his head, holding him as close as your jackets would allow. “Tobio…..” Confusion furrowed your eyebrows, though it was faint against the concern pressing against your heart.

Kageyama shook in your arms, on the brink of tears with the realization of everything he’d been missing out on - this deviant life filled with so much feeling, so many sensations. Everything around him felt electric at his touch. And with you in his arms, your hand in his hair while the other pressed against his back in a tight hold.. He felt…

Alive.

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Is Enos the Cure for Vax'd & Unvaxed Clots? Message from a Prophet

Is Enos the Cure for Vax'd & Unvaxed Clots? Message from a Prophet.   What's ENOS?  See Below.  The Covid-19 Vaccine Has 2 Factors Related to Clotting 1. Snake venom  2. The Nano Self Replicating cyborg Takeover Structure Building Up in the Body

Depending on What News You're Watching, You May Have Noticed People Dropping Dead All Over the Places, Lots of Athletes, Lots of Kids Too and People in General.  "Myocarditis" is the Snake Medicine Term Used. People Are Getting Choked from Within.  Top Treaments Identified So Far: - EDTA IV.  Maybe EDTA Topically - Totally oblerterates the build up structures while pulling out nano and bad metals.  - NAC - N-Acetyl Cysteine + Bromelain (enzyme from pineapple) works like gangbusters against the venom component and the spike protein nano build up. - Licorice Root extract (trying a tincture right now and way more potent than capsules - plant glycerin based so don't need the alcohol type of tinctures.  Tinctures are said the be the most potent way to take herbs and fastest absorbing too. - But also heard that NO or nitric oxide or Nitrous Oxide  is effective and helpful too:  See the message from this prophet below but here is the ENOS excerpt (although she spiritualized it, this message is very related to the chocking off from within from nano cyborg robot assembly in the vaxed and shredded onto the unvax'd!  Do not hang around the Vax'd.  The vax'd need to be isolated out from society until there is a total cure.  The vax'd are infecting, hurting and killing others and animals.  "Endothelial NOS (or eNOS) is an enzyme created in the human body. Courtesy of Wikipedia: "eNOS is primarily responsible for the generation of NO in the vascular endothelium, a monolayer of flat cells lining the interior surface of blood vessels... NO produced by eNOS in the vascular endothelium plays crucial roles in regulating vascular tone... Therefore, a functional eNOS is essential for a healthy cardiovascular system.""  - Not health advice. Do your own research.  Seek the guidance of a non Satanic, successful and healing, health care professional.  Here is the whole prpophecy: "The Hour of Enos! New Spiritual Weapons Are Coming!" Edie Bayer, Houston, TX Recently in prayer, I had an encounter where the Lord shared a couple of things with me that I feel pressed by Him to share with you now. Enos First, I heard the Lord breathe the name "Enos." Of course, I wanted to know what this meant, because God hides nuggets in names. So I did some research. Going to the Word, I found the name Enos in Genesis 4:26, which says, "And to Seth, to him also there was born a son; and he called his name Enos: then began men to call upon the name of the LORD" (Genesis 4:26, King James Version). I heard the Lord then say, "It is an Enos hour!" It is time to once again call upon the name of the Lord. Vision of the Man in Shining Armor Then, closing my eyes, I went into a vision. I called out to Him, "Lord!" Immediately, I saw the back of a man clad in shining, silver armor, His hair hanging out from under His helmet. He turned toward me, took off His helmet and reached out His hand, beckoning me to take it. It was Jesus! Behind Him, in the distance, I saw a commotion; but it was gray, foggy and hard to make out. I sensed there was a battle raging. I sat still for a moment, thinking about clasping His hand but didn't actually take it, waiting to see what would happen next in the vision. Then the shine of His armor started to change to a dull gray as He slowly turned back toward the battle, putting His helmet back on. Panicking, I quickly cried out, "LORD!" Once again, He turned toward me, His armor shining. He extended His hand once again, beckoning me to join Him. This same scenario played out three or four times. Finally, He said, "Come with Me." His voice sounded very calm, but also very serious. The War Hammer I was afraid! I knew that if I took His hand, I would be on that battlefield, fighting in that skirmish, which I somehow knew was a matter of life or death. Looking behind Him, I saw the battle still raging in the distance. "Don't be afraid," He said. He then handed me a weapon. (Photo via Pexels) I had never seen anything like this weapon before; it was terrifying. It was a rectangular, gray, metal hammer with square ends, similar to Thor's mythical hammer, Mjölnir; but this hammer's head was completely covered in cone-shaped spikes. The weapon He handed me would take out anything that was bold enough or stupid enough to get in its path, shredding and utterly destroying it. "I will protect you," He said. It was at this point that I opened my eyes and began researching weapons from the Middle Ages, looking for the one I'd seen in my vision. I wanted to know why its spikes were cone-shaped, why it was a hammer and why it was shaped the way that it was. What was its purpose and its symbolism? Beginning with Thor's hammer, Mjölnir, I searched specifically for war hammers that might match exactly what I had seen, but I couldn't find anything quite like it. However, I did discover that the weapon Mjölnir, in mythology, was used for BOTH destruction and blessing, which I believe holds significance for what I had seen in my vision. I knew God's guiding hand was upon this journey! Upon finishing my search, I realized that there was no other weapon like it known to man! The weapon that Jesus handed me was one of a kind, newly created and designed specifically for this warfare! Five Things That I Learned from My Encounter Here are five things that I learned from this Jesus encounter, which I believe are not just for me, but for all of us in this hour: 1. God is giving us a new weapon in this Enos hour as we call upon the name of the Lord! Yours will probably look different, for a different purpose. And though you may not understand how it works, or how to use it yet, just know that it will cause serious damage in the spirit world (see Ephesians 6:12)!

2. Don't be afraid to enter the battle! Jesus is with you, battling at your side and wearing the exact same shining armor He has given us (see Ephesians 6:13)! (Photo via Piqsels) 3. Much like Mjölnir was fabled to do, this same weapon that causes destruction in the spirit realm may also cause blessing in the natural. After all, Jesus came to destroy the works of the devil. That is a blessing all by itself (see 1 John 3:8)! 4. He will protect you. He'll never leave you or forsake you, and He won't let any harm come to you (see Deuteronomy 31:8). 5. Finally, because God has a sense of humor, AND because He wants us to know this, He revealed the final revelation behind why He had spoken the name Enos to me: Endothelial NOS (or eNOS) is an enzyme created in the human body. Courtesy of Wikipedia: "eNOS is primarily responsible for the generation of NO in the vascular endothelium, a monolayer of flat cells lining the interior surface of blood vessels... NO produced by eNOS in the vascular endothelium plays crucial roles in regulating vascular tone... Therefore, a functional eNOS is essential for a healthy cardiovascular system." Basically, IT'S A HEART ISSUE! Calling upon the name of the Lord creates in us a healthy heart. If we don't call upon Him in this hour, we will not have enough ENOS; therefore, we won't have a healthy heart! We simply MUST call upon the name of the Lord in this Enos hour! Amen! After God revealed these things to me, I closed my eyes again and was in the vision once more. I looked out from under my helmet as I headed onto the battlefield, vision coming into focus, with my new weapon in hand... Whatever you do, don't miss another ELIJAH LIST email! Subscribe at this link: elijahlist.com/subscribe. Edie Bayer Kingdom Promoters Email: Edie@KingdomPromoters.org Website: www.KingdomPromoters.org Edie Bayer is co-founder of Kingdom Promoters along with her husband Darryl Bayer. Edie Bayer ministers as a prophetic preacher and is an author, a speaker, and traveling minister. Edie's primary call is to promote others that are ministering in the Kingdom of God, creating unity instead of a spirit of competition. Edie believes that we are to "complete and not compete!" Edie works diligently to create public and private events and invite other ministers to speak at them, helping to promote them and gain public exposure both for them and their ministries. Edie and Darryl reside on a small homestead north of the Houston area. They raise chickens, ducks, rabbits, and have two cats. Edie has two children and three grandchildren. To receive more words like this in YOUR inbox, subscribe FREE to the Elijah List at this link: elijahlist.com/subscribe. Find us on: * Facebook click here * XAPiT click here LInk https://elijahlist.com/words/display_word.html?ID=28799  Read the full article

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Time for you to say goodbye to acne and pimples. Mix orange peel powder with oatmeal and baking soda to create the last word pimple annihilation face mask. If you'd like to use this mask once more Later on, create a new batch. All-natural face masks similar to this can generally continue to be about a week inside the fridge, but just to be Risk-free, start out fresh new every time.[four] That is used to discover distinct browsers or products when the obtain the support, and is employed for protection motives. Prepare with the mask by washing your face and tying your hair again. Use heat h2o to help you open up your pores. If you are wearing makeup, you have got to acquire it off working with make-up remover. Make use of a heavier, richer one particular throughout the Wintertime, as well as a lighter just one throughout the summertime. Take into consideration a moisturizer that contains SPF to guard your skin against the Sunlight's dangerous rays. It is best to only make sufficient for use each day but understandably, when life is busy it could be simpler to make more upfront. Rinse from the mask soon after quarter-hour, and pat dry your face by using a towel.[7] The yogurt assists with shrinking the glimpse of pores, and tightening pores. The orange juice aids with refreshing skin cells, and softening harsh skin traces. To test if you have oily skin, push a paper napkin towards your forehead. Any time you pull it away, it ought to be soaked in oils. Increase the olive oil or coconut oil. You will require 2 teaspoons of olive oil. The olive oil will moisturize your face, leaving the skin experience soft and sleek. If you don't have olive oil, You need to use coconut oil in its place, which is also quite moisturizing. [24] Use brown sugar for any gentler scrub and white sugar for a regular scrub. You can utilize any type of oil you want, but coconut oil or olive oil would function ideal. Require something stronger? Try salt! Check out a banana mask for wrinkled skin. Combine and mash a ripe banana, one teaspoon of orange juice, and 1 teaspoon of basic yogurt. Utilize a fork to create a clean and perhaps, consistency. Therapeutic massage and operate this mask on to your face, and Enable it soak into your skin for approximately 15 minutes. Now crush and powder your peels into a high-quality powder employing a foodstuff processor or blender, without incorporating any water. This content material is precise and legitimate to the very best on the writer’s know-how and isn't meant to substitute for formal and individualized information from an experienced Expert. Follow the simple fifteen min stay pack time using this mask and pat dry having a thoroughly clean towel. It's going to depart your skin experience gorgeous and clean.

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I only use standard cleaning soap when bathing. I smoke. Now I just would like to get my authentic complexion back Specially on my face. I started providing Uncooked lemon to my face for 3 days. Nothing at all happened. I want some easy recommendations to resolve this. Thanks. As I grow old I have been seeking something that could assistance sluggish the ageing system down a little. On the other hand, our skin is below assault 24/seven by quite a few aspects – ranging from involuntary publicity to damaging radiation (including the Sunlight) to eating plan. Keep away from investing an excessive amount time during the Sunshine, and often put on sunscreen when you do. Select sunscreen with a minimum of 15 SPF. You'll want to wear it each day, even in the darker, colder Wintertime months. Egg whites assistance tighten skin, earning them a powerful home treatment for reducing appearance of crow’s-toes below and close to eyes. That’s a wonderful strategy! I as well use coffee grounds & coconut oil for cellulite. I didn’t know i could freeze. I used to be maintaining a bunch of made use of grounds in a very mason jar w a dab of coconut oil in my shower. I really like the frozen version as a substitute. May function very best because it’s stored fresh new. Will test. I’ll have to help keep an eye out for them. I don’t Feel my food market carries them, but I believe I'm sure an area the place I’ll be capable of finding them. Thanks!! Utilizing a mask everyday might be a bit an excessive amount of for skin. Test https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iVZ6srdJX30 out two periods each week and when it adjusts with the skin, You should utilize it around 4 situations weekly. Her buddies have been impressed at how excellent her skin appeared and pestered her for your recipes so she decided to set them on line so she could assistance Anyone. Invalid e mail deal with Subscribe to L'Oréal Paris Emails By enrolling I comprehend and agree to the privateness plan and conditions of provider, such as the use of arbitration and also the waiver of any course or team claim to solve disputes. To your skin care pure face masks, there is not any organic component that may be a reasonably near substitute for turmeric. About the milk, powder milk will function best because the mixture will only need a little quantity of water. If you use liquid milk, you won't get the good thing about milk by this minor amount of money. If you do not need to use milk,just liquefy the coffee with a few drops of water and after that include yogurt. This information was co-authored by our trained workforce of editors and scientists who validated it for precision and comprehensiveness. You may use this mask daily. Immediately after utilizing this mask, if you feel your skin remains to be dry you may apply a good selfmade moisturizer ( ) or every other moisturizer of one's option. Meditate. https://www.facebook.com/steptoremedies/posts/2088296957930240 is an historic practice that's been about for hundreds of years—and permanently rationale! Many of us find that it can help them obvious their minds and chill out.

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@ Pralad: You should choose care of one's skin consistently. Include things like the following tips is your skin care plan. Combine a person tablespoon of organic Uncooked honey and 50 percent a freshly squeezed lemon in to your bowl and utilize around your face, steering clear of the attention location. Now, Permit your skin soak up all this goodness for fifteen-half-hour (based upon how delicate your skin is). Wash away with heat drinking water, finishing with just one splash of chilly water to close your pores. Pat gently with a towel to dry. Enable your skin breathe For the remainder of the working day, or comply with up with your favorite moisturizer/serum. The #one cause of wrinkles is sun harm, so it is vital to utilize a sunscreen of at the very least 30 SPF from your early decades on even in Wintertime and on cloudy days. A great trick is to purchase two moisturizers: Just one for the night time and a person for that working day that includes UV safety. Just how much you exfoliate is up for discussion. Some Girls have skin that gets scaly swiftly. Some others glance dewy and new with minimal fuss. Dermatologist Dr. By drying out the skin and bringing each blood and oxygen into the skin’s surface, cinnamon will make a very good acne fighter. (ii) Orange juice is stuffed with Vitamin C, so operate to rejuvenate skin cells and lessens wonderful traces and wrinkles. Mix honey and cinnamon alongside one another, and use towards your face. Leave the mask on for ten-thirty minutes. The antibacterial Houses of both equally honey and cinnamon make this honey mask ideal acne-vulnerable skin. Filled with citric acid, lightens dark skin and evens out discoloration. Diminishes dark places and pimples blemishes. 3. Honey is a organic moisturiser which allows in keeping skin delicate and supple. I generally use two-three drops of purely natural moisturiser in face packs to keep the contents very well balanced so that the mask will not strip the all-natural moisture and hydration from my skin. Since it burns I am able to’t leave it on for way too prolonged. I clean it off and apply the rest of the banana and leave it on for 15-twenty min and clean it off with cold drinking water and complete off with a moisturiser. I am loving it. Perfect for troubled skin. In my view it is an effective combination for a mask to deal with acne and pimples, as a consequence of next reasons: (i) Cinnamon may help rid your face or again of acne by equally drying out the skin and, once again, bringing blood and oxygen to the skin surface. Yes, You should use banana with orange peel powder. For superior benefits include in total cream milk also and come up with a thick paste. Apply this mask on all the face, preventing eye region and go away it about half an hour. Then gently take out it with warm h2o (don’t rub your face as it can irritate your skin). I use weekly after Multanimitti with Rose water, Sandal with Rose water and experimented with Papaya fruit pulp with Banana , lemon , cucumber mask, only papaya with Besan Powder and tomoto juice with lemon. I actually fed up using this acne and oil on my fore head System: Take a ripe banana and mash it which has a spoon or a fork in a bowl until it types a smooth lump absolutely free pulp. Add 1 tsp. of honey and 1 tsp. of lemon juice and mix the substances completely. Wash your face by using a moderate cleaning soap and make use of a delicate towel to pat it dry. I by no means realized a banana could possibly be so flexible from the alternative ways You may use it. Thanks. Voted up.

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The usage of egg white face mask remedies is growing in reputation in spas all around the entire world simply because they provide a number of Added benefits into the skin with no severe side effects that ingredients like retinol and alpha hydroxy acids in some cases trigger. Nonetheless, before you decide to choose to use an egg white mask, you must understand how it'd influence your skin and regardless of whether it will have any effect on the kind of skin difficulties you’re trying to handle. Cinnamon can be harsh on sensitive skin. For those who have delicate skin, take a look at the mask around the back of one's hand initially. I've attempted lots of property facials, but I have in no way heard about, or tried a banana mask before. This really is so fascinating :). I can't wait around to test it. Many thanks for sharing, so you're images are awesome. When it’s put on the skin rather than with your belly, sugar can be a good magnificence assist. It’s moisturizing; it contains glycolic acid, which encourages cell turnover for youthful-wanting skin; and its tiny particles make a terrific exfoliant.[1] You can mix sugar with any range of ingredients to make your own personal face mask. This effortless banana face mask uses turmeric and baking soda that may help you get glowing skin and cut down pimples and blemishes. Stay acne-absolutely free with common application. Do you do a thing Odd like rubbing some thing around your face right before a date (or something vital), too? Or possibly https://en.search.wordpress.com/?src=organic&q=skin+care+tips may have A different humorous ritual? I’d enjoy to listen to about it! Leave me a remark and let me know so I know I’m not the only weirdo who does this stuff Increase all of the components in a little bowl. Use a fork to finely mash the banana although mixing the substances. If the combination is simply too thick, Be at liberty to include a few drops of drinking water. Don’t push really hard. The sugar will do its work even with Light strain, so resist the urge to press down difficult while you distribute it more than your skin. It just felt 'organic' to choose up the eggshell and dab the remaining white onto my face esp concentrating around the parts beneath my eyes.. its worked for me at any time considering the fact that withj no damaging Negative effects so try out it on your own.. :) go natural! Stay away from utilizing a sponge to exfoliate your face as these can entice useless skin and microbes, creating you extra very likely to split out. The proteins that are contained within an egg white mask support the skin enhance and retain its elasticity, which can be crucial On the subject of minimizing the looks of wrinkles. You’ll get quite possibly the most Advantages using Uncooked honey. And if you’re willing to splurge, you may’t defeat Manuka honey. This honey from your Manuka tree in New Zealand and Australia is undoubtedly an antibacterial superfood with a great deal of immunity and first-help Added benefits. will test, appears simple plenty of. can these be created in advance and just how long will it maintain for once egg white is removed from egg shell? Save the egg yolk and discard the egg white (or put it aside for another recipe). Egg yolks not merely assist nourish and moisturize your skin, However they may additionally aid minimize the appearance of blemishes. You need to use the egg white to help make a simple face mask. To learn the way to make one, make reference to the part on this page on creating a straightforward mask.

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Let it dry. You may utilize a third layer of whisked egg whites soon after 5 minutes for greater skin tightening. Merge matcha powder, honey and oil in a little bowl and mix very well. (When you don’t have matcha powder, Minimize open a green tea bag and utilize the leaves.) Implement this to your face and go away it for quarter-hour right before washing off warm h2o. Honey has awesome antibacterial Qualities that enable sooth discomfort and motivate the growth of latest skin tissue. Preparing: Combine the three ingredients to acquire a high-quality, uniform mixture. Permit it stand for around ten minutes. did not point out amount, and it is floor coffee just not the moment just one, correct? as well as powder milk? can it's use something else, milk has fat : Smear the thick paste on your face & neck leaving the eye and lip location bare. Depart it on for fifteen-twenty minutes. Slowly therapeutic massage the face with heat water to gently exfoliate. Wipe the mask off which has a wash cloth after which you can splash cold water on your face. Apply your standard moisturizer. @vishnum969: Certainly, egg white is extremely successful For several skin circumstances such as acne susceptible skin and ageing skin. I loved the eggwhite, lemon and honey mask and I will utilize it twice weekly. What recipes am i able to use for day-to-day to bolster my sagging skin, lighten the dark marks below my eyes and assist my turkey neck? Just give these masks a consider. They are really pretty much free of charge and you don’t require to search the planet for getting the necessary ingredients. Briefly, you have nothing to lose except your acne. Why not give it a try? Some assert this mask removes dark circles. So I've diluted this mask with water and applied it evenly below my eyes. It did make the beneath eyes appear rather less dim. Add the dairy solution and stir right until a smooth paste sorts. You can use significantly less dairy if you like a thicker paste. Before we move on to how to create the mask, let's consider the significance of Each individual of the other additional ingredients: How it works: Uncooked milk is useful to open up up the pores of the skin. This can help the banana to purify the skin from in just. The banana helps in maximizing the glow and wonder of the skin. Sorry, we just really need to ensure you're not a robot. For ideal final results, remember to make certain your browser is accepting cookies.

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Implement the combination in your face and neck. Using gentle, circular motions, apply the combination for your face and neck with your fingertips. No one will check out any facial products which never fetch any Added benefits. Bananas have an incredible advantage on your wellness and and also on our skin. People are: Several thanks, I stay up for attempting these masks. I make my own cheese, and wash my face with the whey - It is usually superb - I would consider combining it now with some of your respective mask substances! Many thanks Thanks a whole lot for amazing recommendations… I tried Banana + honey + Lemon combination face pack.. and its truly magic it began working on my face.. slowly my holes are disappearing and I am able to see circulation in my face…Thanks yet again Milk and Banana is among the finest combos for the face mask. Also, one of the simplest face masks being designed the banana and milk do miracles on your skin from smoothening to brightening. Technique: Have a ripe banana and mash it with a spoon or maybe a fork in a bowl till it sorts a easy lump free of charge pulp. Include 1 tsp. of honey and one tsp. of lemon juice and blend the components totally. Clean your face by using a mild soap and use a smooth towel to pat it dry. Bananas are full of iron, potassium. Honey is a purely natural healer. It had been even employed by Egyptians for managing there wounds and cuts. Following implementing face packs it is possible to often use ice cubes wrapped inside a towel to therapeutic massage your skin. This will likely pack up opened pores and forestall Dust and pollution from producing their way in. If you're able to and you've got the required components, then It's a necessity. Nonetheless if you don't have the required components or time, then make it Recurrent although not daily. Leave the mask on for quarter-hour. To prevent the mask from dripping everywhere, take into consideration laying down or sitting down in a snug chair with all your head tilted back. You may as well use this mask while in the bathtub if you are soaking or taking a stress-free bath. • Those with oily skin can implement a handmade face mask geared up by incorporating two tablespoons of environmentally friendly clay, one tablespoon of powdered milk, and slightly water in freshly squeezed orange juice taken from the medium-sized orange. Apply a moisturizer to your face and neck. Seal within the moisturizing outcomes on the scrub with all your favourite moisturizer. little herbs – I love using and recommending honey in my recipes In particular UMF Lively honey as it’s super strong like a healing, antimicrobial and moisturising ingredient. woooooow!!!!!!amazing great face masks…:D I've lots of challenges on my face like dark places,tough skin,blemishes…:( i just want to know what number of times in per week I am able to use these masks????and will i apply only banana each day???thank you…:)

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For hundreds of years, people have been making use of honey masks for a treatment for acne and for curing other marks, scars, spots, and blemishes. There is certainly not just just one recipe for a honey mask that treats acne, but relatively, it could be made from distinct combos of herbs along with other substances. That is utilized to discover certain browsers or devices once the obtain the service, which is used for security motives. This information is accurate and real to the most beneficial of your author’s knowledge and isn't meant to substitute for formal and individualized guidance from a certified Skilled. From time to time a slave or a felony was quickly granted the insignia and standing of royalty, only for being killed once the Pageant ended.[16] The Carnival of Venice, by which all are equivalent powering their masks, dates again to 1268 Advert.[17] The use of carnivalesque masks during the Jewish Purim festivities possibly originated inside the late fifteenth century, although some Jewish authors claim it's got generally been part of Judaic custom.[18] will surely test dis tomarow ….aaj i have to organize my chandan pack…. Kal pakka isko consider karoongi waise me tooo love having oranges a lot Caution: Aloe Vera supposedly has no Negative effects, and there aren't any stories of it getting allergenic. Even so, many people could possibly be allergic to honey. In https://www.wikihow.com/Make-Face-Masks-Using-Natural-Ingredients of your allergen history, it is best to test it in your wrist before you decide to apply it to the face. Just before source:- steptoremedies like polycarbonate have been invented, visors to guard the face needed to be opaque with tiny eyeslits, and ended up a sort of mask, as frequently in mediaeval satisfies of armour, and (such as) Outdated Norse grímr meant "mask or visor". Disguise These an artist holds a highly regarded situation in tribal Modern society due to the do the job that he or she makes, embodying not merely elaborate craft procedures but additionally spiritual/social and symbolic know-how.[27] African masks will also be used in the Mas or Masquerade with the Caribbean Carnival. There are plenty of banana face mask Rewards one just should know about which mask is finest for what skin type. For this, we have been in this article that may help you as We now have classified the face masks based on the various skin care requirements. In Roman gladiatorial tournaments masks ended up from time to time made use of. From archaeological proof it is clear that these have been not just protective but in addition helped make the wearer look much more intimidating. -They continue on to drip, even after application and can produce very a mess on your own flooring or clothing. The best face mask for acne can’t be obtained at a dear Office retailer. In actual fact, it only consists of one particular component and it’s most likely by now inside your pantry! It’s amongst my own favorites: the Uncooked honey mask. It is a thing that the many beauty industries are employing in their solutions as a consequence of it several skin Positive aspects. Fundamentally, the quantity of honey ought to be ample To combine nicely Using the pulp. Blend properly right into a uniform paste plus your apple honey mask is able to use.

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Whether it is The standard really hard-boiled eggs which can be elevated into mouthwatering deviled eggs or boiled egg sandwiches, or simply creamy poached eggs with a stunning runny yolk, eggs are an very cheap and adaptable home staple. didn't point out amount, which is ground coffee just not the instant just one, appropriate? as well as powder milk? can it's use another thing, milk has Excess fat : Hi Samm! Sure You can utilize honey and minimal drops of water. But milk or milk derivatives get the job done very best in mask but I have delicate acne inclined skin (with a few new wrinkles as well :/ I'm only 27 a long time previous while) could it be Okay for me?! Can used coffee grounds get the job done In this particular recipe? I’d prefer to utilize the grounds from my espresso machine right after my morning coffee! Incorporate the olive oil or coconut oil. You will require two teaspoons of olive oil. The olive oil will moisturize your face, leaving the skin feeling smooth and sleek. If you don't have olive oil, You need to use coconut oil as a substitute, and that is also quite moisturizing. My skin is Tremendous sensitive And that i split out like crazy if I use coconut oil on my face. It seems to work great if I utilize it essentially everywhere else on my human body…go figure. Cut down your anxiety levels. Anxiety can don't just wreck havoc on your thoughts and rest, but your skin at the same time. It may result in acne, breakouts, and various skin troubles. Established real looking objectives and limits yourself, and depart time each week so that you can do things that you take pleasure in. Subscribe to America's premier dictionary and get hundreds extra definitions and State-of-the-art lookup—advert absolutely free! Mix the egg white and lemon juice. Utilizing a fork, speedily whisk The 2 substances until the egg white will become foamy and frothy. It’s loaded n antioxidants and can help your skin for getting smoother and improved. If you want for more youthful searching, wholesome skin, then as an alternative to an apply switch to an orange every day. two. Lemon juice is ability packed with all the goodness of vitamin C and is very good for oily skin. It clears blackheads and whiteheads and likewise stops new breakouts. It clears current acne likewise and lightens complexion about a time period with standard use. Lately, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Go5TQBn0kf0 started out Placing coffee extract in lots of in their formulas. And permanently explanation! Wow, I can’t wait to do this! Planning to try out it tonight since I can’t hold out. Right here ’s the insane point I placed on my face. …I purchase the huge aloe leaves while in the deliver segment at Wegmans. I peel them and Reduce the insides into minimal chunks which i put in the jar and continue to keep within the fridge.

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This material is accurate and legitimate to the most effective from the author’s understanding and isn't intended to substitute for formal and individualized tips from an experienced Qualified. Terrific posting. It is good to grasp that there are normal components within your kitchen cupboard or refrigerator which could double up as skin nutrition for mend and wonder. Avocados and bananas are 2 of one of the most moisturizing ingredients found in face masks. Incorporate the honey and you've got the perfect mask for Tremendous dry skin. hi That is first time l,ve ever utilized egg white & witch hazel, wow wish id heard about it prior to it good , l get bags less than my eyes which has most deffo served the luggage , thanx a great deal of , if Anybody has any orther Strategies that will help bags beneath eyes id be so greatfull, thanx yet again xx Refreshing papaya mashed , some drops of lime juice mixed in helps make a nice mask for getting older skin. Papaya is higher in Enzymes. It firms the skin and allows also with sunburn. I retain it on for approximately 20 to thirty minutes . When you say Egg White, does it actually must be an genuine egg white or can I use egg white from a carton? I've an Egg white Carton and I want to ask if it is similar to making use of an Genuine Egg white Egg. Is any individual obtaining this? LOL! Chorus from speaking or smiling Along with the mask on mainly because stretching the restricted skin may possibly lead to wrinkles to appear. Inside the hour it will require to get a chemical peel, you will take a 12 months from a face. Are not able to manage the value tag to get a month-to-month peel? Check out some over-the-counter peels that operate above the study course of per month, like Dr. Dennis Gross Skincare Alpha Beta Peel (buy from Amazon). These are frequently crafted from leather-based with appendages of fur, feathers or leaves. Some cover the face, some The full head and tend to be very abstracted sorts. Navajo masks seem like inspired with the Pueblo prototypes.[33][34] The top face mask for acne can’t be purchased at an expensive Division store. In reality, it only consists of one ingredient and it’s possibly now in your pantry! It’s considered one of my personalized favorites: the Uncooked honey mask. Let it dry. You could possibly implement a third layer of whisked egg whites immediately after five minutes for higher skin tightening. In sport the protective mask will often Possess a secondary operate to produce the wearer seem much more extraordinary as being a competitor. An additional tradition of European masks created, much more self-consciously, from court docket and civic gatherings, or entertainments managed by guilds and co-fraternities. These grew away from the earlier revels and had develop into obvious because of the fifteenth century in locations like Rome, and Venice, the place they created as entertainments to enliven towns and towns. As a result the Maundy Thursday carnival in St Marks Sq. in Venice, attended because of the Doge and aristocracy also involved the guilds, together with a guild of maskmakers. @Llzziforan: It is not encouraged to keep on any face mask on overnight. Preferably you should keep on a face for quarter-hour. An individual essentially asked me about trying to keep their yogurt face mask on for The complete night time and I gave a similar reaction. You could find the remark listed here: ...

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Considering that the peel is full of vitamin C, it safeguards skin from totally free radical problems, keeps acne at bay and promotes a wholesome glowing skin. The oatmeal deep cleanses your pores and drives out any Grime, grime and oil within the surface with the skin. Here's 5 efficient face packs for an acne-no cost skin. Use a ripe avocado so that it's much easier to mash it right into a lump-free of charge paste. You may also freeze, then thaw it prior to mashing to create matters simpler. Should you have a blender, use it as an alternative to a fork to swiftly and proficiently Mix the avocado into a lump-free of charge puree. If you will get the mask with your eyes, It's going to be pretty irritating. If you ingest it, the raw egg within the mask might cause food stuff poisoning. You can use this to streamline signing up for, or signing in for your Hubpages account. No knowledge is shared with Facebook Unless of course you have interaction using this type of attribute. (Privacy Policy) Exfoliation may be the step many people skip in their weekly skincare regimen. But if you start correctly exfoliating your skin, you can see an Virtually fast variation. How often am i able to do the skin brightening mask? is also the mask reusable or should really I come up with a fresh new batch each time? Baking soda in this treatment can help in eliminating the surplus oil within the pores that may clog up the pores bringing about acne breakouts. Deal with yourself to an opulent wax treatment like they are doing in posh spas worldwide. Dip hands into heat wax then peel away leaving hands tender and supple. Decide on one which fits your skin kind and also you are with your approach to finding quite a few benefits of honey on your skin! An orange peel face mask may possibly audio like a strange notion, but it surely has many Advantages to supply for the skin. It is full of antioxidants and vitamin C that assistance tighten and tone the skin, supplying it a wholesome glow. @IntimatEvolution: Thank you! Normal magnificence is far safer than chemical cosmetics and I'm extremely enthusiastic about them. If whatsoever any skin issue prolongs even right after having tried out these remedies for over a stretch of time then it's best prompt to refer to a expert or a fantastic dermatologist. This is often used to gather details on traffic to article content as well as other webpages on our internet site. Unless you are signed in to your HubPages account, all personally identifiable information is anonymized. The elements expected for creating orange peel face mask for your oily skin and acne are provided below.

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Who doesn’t enjoy scrambled or sunny-facet up eggs with toast for breakfast? Whether more info from stepto remedies is a hearty early morning meal or simply a late afternoon brunch, eggs can be cooked in a variety of techniques and served on various occasions. To generate powdered orange peel, simply just preserve up orange peels from the organic oranges you eat, remove the white fribrous elements on The within of the peel, and clean them in heat distilled h2o. "It can be genuinely quite exciting to learn about skincare ideas. This text helps me to overcome my dry and uninteresting skin. I'd like to understand more details on methods for dry skin."..." a lot more RT Raven Tson Gently exfoliates and scrubs skin clean. Absorbs and gets rid of impurities and Filth in the skin’s surface. Just washed it off. Skin is smother, complexion only a taaaaaaad little bit brighter (not as boring) and even. Pimples and redness equally as prominent, maybe a little bit more (believed I suspect that’s from the cinnamon’s Normally granular and abrasive texture). Raw honey by by itself is Beautiful, but you can also mix and match other food stuff-based elements to tailor your mask to your exceptional skin kind. @salamat: Use once every single 3 days and get the job done your way nearly after each and every two days. Will not use daily, as orange peel can be a strong, exfoliating and peeling component. The main element is to make use of it continually for at least per month right before getting significantly radiant and glowing skin. Disclaimer: TheHealthSite.com doesn't assure any distinct results on account of the processes talked about here and the effects may possibly differ from person to person. Skin care consists of a lot more than simply cleaning it and utilizing lotion. Furthermore, it entails using a healthful diet regime, finding enough snooze and work out, and running stress degrees. Your unique skin kind can also determine any additional therapies in addition, for example employing exfoliating scrubs or moisturizing masks. [24] Use brown sugar to get a gentler scrub and white sugar for an everyday scrub. You need to use any type of oil you'd like, but coconut oil or olive oil would function very best. Have to have some thing more powerful? Check out salt! Wow, honey is so scrumptious, and it turns out It can be incredibly valuable! It's like the most effective of both equally worlds, it is so fascinating that often the very best cures are present in character. Voted up! Because cinnamon is so impressive, I might advise only using this honey mask the moment every week at most. You should use one of many other, gentler honey masks on other times for those who’d like. When the time is up, rinse your face gently till every one of the mixture is totally gone. Pat dry with a towel. If the face is dry soon after this mask, utilize a drop of coconut or olive oil as a normal moisturizer. Egg whites don’t just perform to tighten and nourish your skin, Additionally they are extremely full of collagen and might help your skin’s elasticity. This consequently lowers the appearance of wrinkles and crow’s-feet close to your eyes.

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We may perhaps use conversion monitoring pixels from marketing networks like Google AdWords, Bing Ads, and Facebook in order to detect when an ad has properly resulted in the specified action, for instance signing up with the HubPages Assistance or publishing an write-up on the HubPages Provider. Raw honey by by itself is Charming, but You may also combine and match other foodstuff-dependent components to tailor your mask towards your distinctive skin style. Hi, pls allow me to know how frequently we must always use the mask specially for lightening the skin. is it a everyday mask or when in a week mask ? Below’s A different fantastic banana face mask for glowing skin that can even assist in lightening the overall skin tone. I wish to find a thing that aid the skin to return to a firmer point out… it just started to turn into a bit… euh… slack… at specific space. It seems honey also naturally absorbs extra oil, which will help protect against acne – and Which means amongst some great benefits of honey on skin is You need to use it rather than lots of chemical-laden in excess of-the-counter acne creams and ointments.” – from Honey Colony Should you have an American fashion coffee device, utilize the coffee grinds inside the filter; if you have an Italian style device, just unscrew and remove the particles left in between the areas of the cafetiere. (You'll be able to find and add upto five photographs in a very remark. The total measurement of all of your pictures must be lower than 1 MB. Click on button and make sure to pick all the images you want to add.) This can make it The perfect component to be coupled with banana so as to decrease the high-quality strains and wrinkles. Egg Yolk Face Masks—Egg yolks, Alternatively, are recognized for their power to moisturize and hydrate skin, leaving it using a healthier glow. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xrofaJlKAMk are great for individuals with dry skin. Yoghurt, as everyone knows, is actually a loaded organic source of protein as well as contains lactic acid. This causes it to be the very best component to hydrate and moisturize the dry skin. The very best face mask for acne can’t be procured at an expensive department shop. In fact, it only is made up of a person ingredient and it’s probably previously in the pantry! It’s certainly one of my personalized favorites: the raw honey mask. Thank you the two! I am thrilled to obtain my hub chosen as Hub from the Working day! It is so remarkable and it will make me particularly delighted! Thanks for your personal practical remarks! When you have underneath-eye circles, mix in some drops of olive oil and apply it to the world to notice the revitalizing impact. You might also have an interest in: How to use a Face Mask Effectively Ways to stick to:

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Check out carefully If they're suitable for your skin type. If you choose some thing appropriate you'll be delighted with the results: Enable it stay for twenty to half an hour. This mask may well provide you with a tingly come to feel but before long it can fade. Don’t forget to vary your outfits before making use of this mask. Next the recommendations right here and customarily getting superior care of on your own (eating well, receiving sufficient slumber, doing exercises, controlling stress properly - there are actually article content on these subjects listed here if you want them) may help. Exercise excellent hygiene, prevent touching your face, wash your apparel and pillowcases/sheets regularly, make use of a natural laundry detergent If you're able to, and prevent utilizing dryer sheets or material softener (they will aggravate acne for a number of people). Sit for fifteen minutes while you Allow the mask do its do the job. You may use this the perfect time to soak inside a bathtub or get lunch ready. If the time is up, Carefully scrub off the mask utilizing warm water. When it’s all off, splash chilly drinking water onto your face to shut your pores. Pat dry which has a towel. As we all know that a banana is made up of Vitamin B6 so generally it can help to delay the getting older approach. In addition, it moisturizes the dry skin, as vitamin B6 also tighten the sagging skin and it guards your skin from absolutely free radicals. One more thing Every time applying this sort of masks Be sure to tie your hair again because it tends to make your hair messy and results in the sticky result. Hello I manufactured the face mask but experienced not honey so just produced it with egg and lemon I fell asleep and experienced it on the majority of the evening Once i get the job done up and squandered it off my face was sore and crimson have you any strategies remember to Don't choose your pimples. You may make the inflammation worse and you've got a way greater risk of getting a scar even following it goes away. There are a variety of fine solutions for obtaining rid of pimples in this article on wikiHow. Thanks for producing your account on EverydayMe. This information or solution has actually been added on your favorites. As I get older I are already attempting to find a thing that could assist slow the ageing approach down just a little. Nonetheless, our skin is below attack 24/seven by numerous variables – starting from involuntary publicity to harmful radiation (like the Sunlight) to diet. Incorporates more info at social media -inflammatory and skin lightening Houses. Aids fade acne scars and decreasing swelling and redness from acne. It truly is up to you. It is best to get it done immediately after washing your face, that is Ordinarily carried out each morning and night. Plenty of people use masks while in the evening, as that is once they have the most time. selling every type of oranges. Each time which i drop by the market for browsing, I don’t neglect to choose a packet of oranges to quench my really like for this favourite fruit of mine. So, by now you must have recognized that now’s publish is about how to help make a highly effective face mask for oily skin making use of this speculate fruit. Women of all ages have been applying orange because ages to pamper their skin and it is probably the insider secrets at the rear of flawless skin For most Women of all ages, who not just consume it on a regular basis, but also utilize it in a variety of kinds like pulp, juice and perhaps within the dry peel powder kind on their skin. A little warmth the honey and add it on your egg white together with the yogurt (make sure it’s refreshing).

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-Manuka Honey is claimed to become your best option in terms of antimicrobial Homes, And that's why Manuka Honey Masks are viewed as the simplest. • Those people with oily skin can use a selfmade face mask geared up by incorporating two tablespoons of inexperienced clay, a person tablespoon of powdered milk, and slightly drinking water in freshly squeezed orange juice taken from the medium-sized orange. I absolutely beloved reading your hub! As a youngster my mother would use egg white on her face, but I'd no idea about all another elements you could use to lighten dim spots and hydrate skin! Strategies: Use this combination three to 4 moments every week (even a day by day application is okay), but you should definitely get ready it clean each time, as it is rather straightforward to organize and handiest at that point. Keep the mask on for ten-quarter-hour. In the event the combination has entirely dried in your face, Carefully scrub it off applying warm h2o, tackling all areas of your face within a circular motion. Pat dry that has a towel and marvel at The graceful come to feel within your skin! Get ready to the mask by washing your face and tying your hair back again. Use warm drinking water to assist open up up your pores. For anyone who is carrying makeup, you will need to consider it off applying make-up remover. Warning: Lots of individuals are allergic to cinnamon and it may possibly at times deliver discomfort in individuals with an unusually delicate skin. Consequently, this mask need to be employed after screening somewhere in addition to to the face. As this mask could possibly get messy, It might be a smart idea to tie or pin your hair back. https://steptoremedies.com/dry-brushing-loose-skin/ might also want to take into consideration draping a towel around your upper body and shoulders to safeguard your garments. Make this happen prior to deciding to visit mattress and leave the mask on overnight. Rinse your face with warm drinking water the next early morning. It is recommended to do this for two months and afterwards evaluate the outcomes. Great things! The only real trouble is that I am vegan. Are you aware of anything at all within the vegetable earth which can substitute egg yolks and egg whites for face masks. Would love (and I'm absolutely sure other vegans would also) to understand what it really is! Approach: Have a ripe banana and mash it by using a spoon or even a fork in the bowl till it kinds a smooth lump free of charge pulp. Increase 1 tsp. of thick yogurt and 1 tsp. of orange juice and mix the elements thoroughly. If you feel the combination is too thick to apply, add a couple of drops of orange juice. Clean your face with a mild cleanser. Doing this will likely get rid of any Dust and buildup before you decide to exfoliate. Make sure you pat your face dry Carefully using a clean, dry washcloth ahead of making use of the sugar-baking soda combination. Many thanks to your recommend. I've genuinely used the house treatment such as you reported nevertheless it darkens my face. i similar to the Obviously home treatment as it has no chemical ingredient within but i dont want my face to generally be darkish. At first, utilize the yogurt evenly about your face and leave on for quarter-hour. If after a couple of days you feel like your pores are smaller sized and skin Over-all improved, attempt trying to keep the mask on for a longer time subsequent time.

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Make a simple mask with honey and almond oil. In a little dish, combine with each other one tablespoon of honey and ½ tablespoon of sweet almond oil. Apply the mask towards your face, preventing the attention spot. Within a bowl, take some orange peel powder, sugar and almond oil. Ensure that the amount of sugar is equal to the peel powder and in this article you've got a simple recipe to a stunning smelling lip balm that’s successful and easy to help make. Put together to the mask by washing your face and tying your hair again. Use warm drinking water to aid open up up your pores. In case you are sporting make-up, you need to choose it off applying make-up remover. Thank you for creating your account on EverydayMe. This information or product has become additional on your favorites. Use a heavier, richer one particular during the winter, and also a lighter a single throughout the summertime. Consider a moisturizer that contains SPF to protect your skin from the sun's destructive rays. This is often what I use. I have Tremendous dry skin that flakes regardless of the(with this particular exception)even coconut oil won't get it done for me but olive oil is HG In relation to hydrating my skin it is the another thing that real leaves it glowing Whip up just two elements to produce a highly effective face scrub that exfoliates and deep cleanses pores. This material is accurate and true to the very best of your creator’s expertise and is not meant to substitute for official and individualized assistance from an experienced Specialist. Orange peel has strong Attributes that support retain troublesome pimples away. Apply https://twitter.com/steptoremedies/status/1084943307875086336 of the zit-busting orange peel face mask to deep-cleanse your pores and travel out the Dust, grime, excessive oil, and germs, all of which lead to pimples and blackheads to variety over the skin surface. You should how long till I start out viewing outcomes when I start utilizing the face mask( orange peel powder, oatmeal and baking soda) and how frequently should I utilize it in per week? Clay masks are great for controlling oily skin. Honey allows break up excess oil and hugely absorbent clay gets rid of it whilst Carefully exfoliating. Bentonite and Moroccan Purple are two of the greatest clay options for balancing oily skin. That is made use of to collect information on traffic to article content along with other web pages on our website. Unless of course that you are signed in to some HubPages account, all Individually identifiable info is anonymized. To make use of orange peel powder to be a all-natural cleanser, Incorporate it with a little drinking water to create a paste. Utilize it in your skin and go away it on until finally it dries wholly. Lastly, rinse it off with lukewarm h2o. Mix all the above elements within a bowl. Gradually include water right up until a thick paste is fashioned. Working with clear fingertips, therapeutic massage a thick coat from the combination on to your face in a mild circular motion.

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Individual the whites from the yolk and conquer it nicely with a fork or by utilizing a blender (it'll finish up on the lookout like foam). Be certain to not smile or talk with the face mask on! This may stretch your skin across the mouth and eyes and actually induce wrinkles to sort. Each morning, a splash of lukewarm drinking water is all you would like. If you have Tremendous oily skin, you can cleanse your skin once again each morning. Never clean your face with hot or cold h2o (both of those may cause broken capillaries). Author Data What a awesome plan! I really like obtaining the most out of your objects I acquire, And that i always experience terrible composting nice, fragrant orange peels. Now I understand how to proceed with them! How I utilize it is the fact I blend orange peel powder along with chickpea flour, lemon n a pinch of turmeric. My face is blessed using a wonderful glow n shine You can find a superb cleanser within the drugstore. There is not any need to invest $40 on a flowery wash. Stay away from bar soaps as they have an inclination to dry out the skin. For you personally organic styles, you could cleanse skin with milk or yogurt (who knew?). Orange is extremely beneficial for the skin since it has anti-growing old, toning and astringent Houses. This citrus fruit helps boost skin texture and complexion. Your just lately seen objects and highlighted recommendations › Watch or edit your browsing history Repeat as essential. Most industry experts recommend from exfoliating over twice weekly. If you have many blackheads, you could just utilize this combination into the regions where you have blackheads. Avoid Placing on broken skin. Should you have any cuts or open acne on the face, steer clear of making use of the scrub to People spots because the lemon juice will sting them. Furthermore, the friction from making use of the scrub may perhaps make your acne worse. Combine all the above elements in a small bowl. Utilize a thick coat with the combination onto your cleanse face. Enable it sit for 15 minutes or right until it dries out. Whisk during the honey. Do that until eventually the lemon juice, olive oil, and honey Incorporate into a medium-thick Resolution. You could alter the level of honey and olive oil you employ dependant upon how thick or thin you'd like the scrub to become. This can be a definitely straightforward mask that I get pleasure from frequently. It only has 2 substances so it only requires minutes for making but the effects are outstanding.

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Making use of a white face mask created with what may be clay, Grande dealt with herself into a clearing and hydrating skincare action that is frequently neglected all through fast paced moments. — Christian Allaire, Vogue Ahead of robust clear supplies such as polycarbonate were invented, visors to protect the face had to be opaque with modest eyeslits, and have been a form of mask, as generally in mediaeval satisfies of armour, and (by way of example) Aged Norse grímr intended "mask or visor". Disguise Wash your face with a delicate cleanser. In the event you have been to implement a scrub face clean it could irritate your skin. Exclusive types of masks began to emerge in pre-Hispanic The united states about 1200BC, While there is evidence of significantly more mature mask types. For additional honey Concepts, try out honey and cinnamon for brighter skin or honey with cocoa and cream to exfoliate. Banana is full of skin-beneficial nutrients and one of these is to decrease the indications of growing older.Certainly, banana will let you banish those high-quality strains and wrinkles. Masks Enjoy a crucial element in planet theatre traditions, particularly non-western theatre types. They also continue to become a significant power within modern day theatre, and their utilization usually takes many different forms. Disclaimer: TheHealthSite.com would not warranty any particular benefits on account of the methods talked about below and the final results might vary from person to person. Combine matcha powder, honey and oil in a small bowl and mix well. (In the event you don’t have matcha powder, Reduce open a environmentally friendly tea bag and utilize the leaves.) Use this to the face and depart it for 15 minutes in advance of washing off heat drinking water. Implement a moisturizer in your skin. Seal from the moisturizing effects of the scrub with your preferred moisturizer. This face mask utilizing banana, honey and yoghurt should help in balancing the organic oils of the skin and also restores the purely natural lustre of your skin. Avocados and bananas are two of essentially the most moisturizing elements found in face masks. Add the honey and you have got an ideal mask for Tremendous dry skin. to.The peppermint sugar cookies on your own are remarkable and Tremendous fluffy. They have the proper number of peppermint flavor and make for a very yummy cookie.But the white chocolate coating and peppermint Korean masks have a protracted custom connected to shamanism and later in ritual dance. Korean masks were Employed in war, on the two troopers and their horses; ceremonially, for burial rites in jade and bronze and for shamanistic ceremonies to generate absent evil spirits; to recollect the faces of good historical figures in Demise masks; and from the arts, specifically in ritual dances, courtly, and theatrical plays.