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[saursoob]

Gírl target is just 👩🏻‍🍳💋

AAA THANK U PRINCESS!! 💋💋

[fushiguruuzzzz]

Thinking about curling up in bed with your boy after a long day and he just squishes his face to your chest and sighs, knowing you’re the only thing he looks forward to on his way home 🚬

what comes from his mouth might as well be a foggy detection of echolocation to any other person, but luckily, it’s just your boyfriend. he’s got his cheek pressed against the fabric of your tshirt, eyes shut, bleached hair falling in messy tufts over the both of you. he does it again. “mmmphh.”

“KENMA,” you breathe, holding in a laugh to refrain from scaring him off. “I can’t understand a thing you’re saying.”

he lifts his face from your ribs, finally, staring up at you almost boredly. there’s a twitch to his brows that gives him away, a slight crease that whispers of his annoyance in the subtlest of ways. his narrowed eyes meet yours. “you find this funny.”

you’re half sputtering and half grinning by the time he’s finished his sentence, the knowledge that although he was correct it was in the most incorrect form of perception something that you couldn’t express. yes, it was funny, but not in the har-har, get a load of this guy way. it was in a look at my avoidant grump curled up on my chest like a needy cat, I should take a picture to remember this way. now that you thought of it, your eyes flickered to your phone on the side table.

“don’t.”

you huff.

“so you laugh in my face and expect me to let you exploit me as well?” he asks, almost playful interrogation flowing from him like honey. he could be a little sweeter if he really wanted it to apply, but you couldn’t ask for more. not when he was like this.

you brush a stray piece of hair from his face, not missing the way his expression softens at the ghost of touch. “not laughin’ at you. you’re just cute like this is all.”

the passive expression melts into pure embarrassment, and soon enough his face is a magnificent shade of pink before its being nuzzled into you again. “don’t say things like that.”

“but it’s true?” he can hear the smirk in your tone without raising his gaze.

his voice is muffled once again as he responds, “don’t care.”

“seems like you do.” you drawl, voice oddly sing-song in the quiet of the evening.

“shut up.”

a/n: missing reya hours.

[ornii]

Jealous? Me? No…

Illyana Rasputin X Male Reader

So I finally watched The New Mutants yesterday, and I gotta say, it wasn’t good, but it wasn’t bad either. An okay Marvel film in my opinion, however Anya Taylor-Joy absolutely killed the role as Magik. And the idea of a Reader who also had a relative in the X-Men and is believable, gave me an idea, and this was it.

The relationship you had with Illyana was particularly hard to define. You wouldn’t call her your girlfriend, but she is also more than a friend. You sensed a Kinship with her ever since your, outburst. It sounds small but it resulted in the deaths of a lot of people, I suppose that’s what happens when a Mutant tried to live a normal life. Having the same genetic system as The Wolverine, it gave you nearly all the same powers, including a deep primal rage that could erupt at any time. Thus, leading you to being hospitalized.

Dr Reyas had an interest in you particularly, it seems only one Successful clone of Wolverine exists; you. Or so they think, you know of one more, Laura. Keeping her secret, keeping her under the nose of the Government was of utmost importance. Everything with Illyana was fine, she was being her usual self, rude, condescending, and just an overall ass to you and everyone, but it didn’t bother you. Everything was fine, until Dani made her appearance. A new challenger enters Illyanas game, and she doesn’t like it.

You and Illyana were watching Dani sleep, granted you two were outside the room, watching though the faded glass. You couldn’t make out any physical differences in her. She looked like your average teenager, maybe her powers are more psionic. You rubbed your chin and Illyana spoke. “I bet Pocahontas will try to run the moment she wakes up.” She said, almost to get a rise out of you, to see your negative but passionate response but you were simply thinking, blocking her out. She noticed your lack of response and turned to you. All your attention wasn’t on her anymore, but on this new girl.

“(Y/n).” She said with that stern Russian accent, it snapped you out of your trance and you finally looked at Illyana, as much as she annoyed and overall pissed you off, her beauty was unmatched, blue Iris, long gorgeous blonde hair like a brick road to heaven, and an accent that commands respect but has such a alluring tone.

“What?” You say, “You gonna bully this one too?” You say, Illyana smirks, finally getting your attention. “Depends, you seem to be infatuated with Pocahontas.” She said, you finally responded to her obvious jab and shook your head.

“Real fucking funny.” You mutter. “A new girl winds up here and you’re already jealous?” You said, Illyana kept her smile, but deep down she was starting to get annoyed.

“I don’t get jealous.”

“Then you won’t mind me saying hello.” You reply, and reach for the door handle, and for a moment you saw a short glimpse of panic in her eyes, as you gripped the handle, the voice of God spoke to you.

“(Y/n), remove your hand from the door.” Dr Reyas said from the intercom, she was watching, always watching. You reluctantly removed your hand. “Please gather in the main foyer, our daily session begins in 10 minutes.” She says, you look at Illyana and shrug, putting your hands in your jacket, you walk off. You and Illyana enter the room to Roberto, Sam, and Rahne, the other tree stuck in this place. It seems that there were only two chairs left, oddly enough, both seats end up with you next to Illyana. Reyas sits before you all, and starts.

“Yesterday, I asked you to think about… the first time your mutation manifested. Would anyone like to share? (Y/n)? Sam? Illyana? Roberto? Rahne? Look, we can’t help each other unless we talk to each other. I’ve said this a hundred times. This program can’t help you if you refuse to participate. So, Rahne, why don’t you start?” She said, Rahne was a short girl, pixie cut and had a soft Scottish accent, she wasn’t as feminine as most girls, but she had her own charm.

“I…” she started, but Dani, the new girl walked in, sulking.

“Please join us, Dani. This is our new patient, Danielle Moonstar. Let’s do our best to make her feel at home. Go ahead, Rahne.” Reyas said, (Y/n) shrugs and stands up and takes another chair and places it further in the circle.

“Take a seat.” You say, and sit back down, Dani awkwardly sulks next to you, and Illyanas eyes dart from her Hand puppet to you.

“Right. I was 13. I remember running through the woods.” Rahne began.

“How did you feel?” Doctor Reyas asks.

“Free. Like, the most free I’d felt my whole life. But guilty, too.”

“Why feel guilty?” You ask, “You get a turn into a wolf, that’s fucking sick.”

“Because I knew it was bad. I went to Reverend Craig… to see if he could pray it out of me. He asked me to show him, so I changed.” Rahne continues..

“And what did Reverend Craig do?”

“Beat me about half to death. Said I was a witch… that I was going to hell.” Rahne looked so, hurt. You reluctantly sat up from your seat.

“Would anyone else like to share their first time?” Reyas asks, and Illyana decides to turn to heat up.

“New girl. How fucked up are you?” She said, turning the ire on Dani, you turned to the Girl.

“Illyana.” You said, a bit of a grumble.

“Drugs, I bet. Or a nympho, maybe..” she kept pestering. You then decided to raise your voice.

“Cut the shit okay?” You said, The Russian turned to you, seeing your face and found an odd sense of pleasure in it. Reyas takes hold of the situation.

“Keep behaving… exactly like you are right now… and we can all just spend the day in solitary. I want all of you to think very carefully… about how you’d like to use your time here. And how long you want that time to be. (Y/n), since you’re already up… why don’t you show Dani around?” Reyas orders. You stood up, still locking eyes with Illyana.

“Yeah, sure..” you said, and looked over to Dani. You offered your hand to help her up and she took it, she stood up and you began to walk around, showing the new Girl around, that was a mistake.

Night has crept up to you all much sooner than expected, you were preparing to turn in for the night, finishing up clothes duty, the sudden sound of a clank of metal caused you to put the towel down and then around, you half expected death, but it was much worse.. Illyana.

“Oh, it’s you… gonna keep bullying Dani for whatever reason?” You said, but she wasn’t her cocky, overbearing self. She pouted and folded her arms, and asked a single question.

“Do you like her?” She asks, the question blindsided you.

“What?” You responded, and Illyana slowly approached.

“Do you like her? You act like you do..”

“I .. I don’t get it why are you upset?” You said, which causes her to finally just spew her feelings. “You are so fucking dense! Do you not notice anything you big dumb cute plyushevyy mishka?!” She yells, it took you less than a minute to realize she’s pinned you to the wall. Her arm now armored and placed near your head, as she leaned in, her lips barely brush up against yours.

“YA lyublyu tebya, Rosomakha.” She said, your mind translated the words.. “I Love you, Wolverine.” Your hands almost instinctively wrapped around her waist, much to her shock. Your lips pressed firmly against hers and her powers almost activate due to a high sense of, emotion. And it seems you two fall together, to her happy place.

Jealousy, from what I heard it runs in the Family…

(This was just a short thing I wanted to write, Definitely want to make more New Mutant Content, we need more of it.)

[kirislovelygf]

wash day (tsireya x fem! metkayina reader)

contents: you and tsireya are gfs, you braid her hair, jealous reader, kissing, intimate date, flirting, wlw cuteness, tsireya oneshot, very short story <33

wrd count: 1047 words

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tsireya’s hair was always gorgeous. always put together, always smelling like the beach. perfect.

but that was only thanks to her mom and brother. she always hated doing her hair on her own.

but today, both ao’nung and ronal were busy. so she went to find her girlfriend to help her. tsireya’s usually long, softy, curly hair was neat and put together but today it looked like..

like she was struck by lightning.

so she woke up earlier than everyone and washed her hair like normal. even with her soaps and mixtures, it still looked like a bird's nest.

once it was ready enough, she went to y/n’s marui and quickly made her presence known by calling her name.

you could hear y/n getting up and yawning while walking to the entrance.

“reya! what are you- OH!” she jumped at tsireya’s unfortunate hair once she opened the curtain. in their year and a half of dating, she’s never seen her like this.

“oh! my.. what did you do to your hair? it’s all.. how is sitting up like that?” she asked.

tsireya sighed. “i can’t do my own hair, can you help me please?”

“sure. let me get a couple things.. wow, did you cut your hair with a pincer?” y/n continued.

“y/n!”

“okay! okay, i’m sorry-“ she chuckled. y/n gathered a couple of her products into a bag and carried it with her as the couple found a spot to sit on at the beach.

y/n sat atop a boulder as tsireya sat down on the sand so it was easier.

“i don’t know how you’ve gonna so long without doing your own hair.” y/n said as she gently began to comb through tsireya’s hair.

“i know. my mom or brother have always done it for me, and they never have a problem. well, ao’nung sometimes does..”

“so make him do it.” y/n chuckled. tsireya rolls her eyes.

she winced sharply before whining. “ow! don’t rip my hair out!”

“i’m sorry! sorry, your hair is super tangled. i’m gonna put some of this cream i made..” y/n muttered.

she gently dragged her hands over tsireya’s scalp with a cooling cream she made with ronal’s guidance.

tsireya sighed out while watching the ocean rock softly against the shore.

“what would you like your hair to smell like? fruits orr..”

“oh! kiri gave me this uhm.. what was it called.. a serum! it smells like a scent that sky people use.”. tsireya was referring to coconut.

“oh! kiri gave it to you. interesting..” y/n picks up the tiny bottle.

“yeah.. kiri brought it over from her human friends in the forest. it smells really good!” she smiled.

“oh.. so you like how kiri smells. maybe you can ask her to do your hair next time.” y/n said, flipping open the top of the bottle.

“come on! don’t be like that. kiri’s just my friend.” tsireya laughed.

“sure! a friend you think smells so good!” she responded in a mocking tone.

“y/n.” tsireya turns her head to look up at her jealous girlfriend.

“i’m just kidding. anyway, kiri couldn’t stand a chance.” y/n leans down and kisses tsireya’s lips.

tsireya blushed and puts her head down again.

y/n puts the serum into tsireya’s roots, but just a bit as it was an oil and she didn’t want her hair to get super greasy.

she then began the braiding process. hours and hours passed and y/n was only able to do two rows by herself.

“shit, my back.” y/n groaned as she tried stretching out her arms and back.

“who taught you to say that?” tsireya asked curiously.

“lo’ak. hm.. we might need help. or i can just do half of your hair braided and the back half down.” y/n said, holding tsireya’s head to look at how the hairstyle would look.

“so.. like normal?” she muttered.

“…yes.” y/n mumbled. there was a beat of silence.

“yay! i’d love that.” tsireya smiled brightly.

“okay! this will be much easier.” y/n nodded.

she finished braiding the front half of tsireya’s head and left the back of her hair hang down normally.

an hour before the sun began to set, the girls finally finished up after adding a bit more scents and accessories to tsireya’s hair.

“okay.. all done!” y/n picks up her mirror and held it in front of tsireya so she could see.

tsireya gasps and looks at her new appearance. “aw, y/n..”

“do you like it?” she asks.

“are you kidding? i love it! and you did the braids so well!” tsireya said, wanting to run her hand over her head but worried she’d mess it up.

tsireya smiled and stood up too quickly, causing her to get jelly legs.

she helps as she falls into y/n’s arms and the girls giggle as they try to stand up straight.

once they actually stood, they held onto each other's arms to support themselves.

“we should have taken a break at one point.” y/n chuckled

“yeah, i forgot. i was having fun talking to you.” tsireya laughed.

y/n smiled. she took tsireya’s hand and they stumbled across the sand to go back to tsireya’s marui to show her mom her new hair.

on the way there, kiri crossed their paths.

“hi, tsireya. hi, y/n.” she smiled.

“hi kiri!” tsireya responded. y/n tried so hard not to glare at her but she gave a weak smile and nodded, “hi, kiri.”

“wow, your hair looks beautiful. who did it?” kiri said to tsireya, gently holding one of her braids. y/n then glared at her for even thinking of touching her girlfriend.

“oh uh-“

“i did it.” y/n said proudly. “nice! you look very pretty.” she smiled.

“see you guys later.” kiri waved and walked away.

tsireya reluctantly glanced up at y/n. “you look so pretty! ugh, next time she looks at you, i’ll feed her to the ilu.” she grumbled.

“y/n! she was just being nice!” tsireya argued quietly so kiri wouldn’t hear.

“no, she was flirting.” she said, looking back at kiri.

“whatever, it doesn’t matter. cause i love you.” tsireya kisses y/n’s cheek and holds her hand before they continue down the woven pathways.

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[alms4oblivion]

How do Warrior Nuns die?

Someone did me the favor earlier of asking me about a bit in my latest chapter of In The Eyes Of A Child about how Warrior Nuns die and whether tarasks are responsible for most Warrior Nun deaths, thereby giving me the chance to vent at length about canon lore, and I figured that would be something people might be interested in. So, here it is:

Tarask info is variable and almost all of it is suspect in one way or another, coming from a mix of OCS records (which were falsified in part to conceal the truth about Adriel at least), Adriel (who may be lying or inaccurate in various ways), and Ava's interpretation of what she learned through the Crown (which is ultimately coming from Reya). I've tried not to reject any of it out of hand, but some of this material is contradictory and those contradictions need to be reconciled. Anything we see directly that a tarask does or can do is gospel, of course.

Beatrice in S1E2, prior to doing targeted research, makes the claim that a tarask (technically a "higher order demon" is what she says) hasn't been seen for 100 years, but she's clearly operating on, at best, a fraction of the information at the disposal of the OCS and zero personal experience (I'll note that this scene has numerous false statements about tarasks and the Halo that the Sisters believe to be true based upon OCS records and doctrine). The last two Halobearers were Shannon and Suzanne, one lost the Halo due to being "unworthy," and the other was killed by a divinium bomb. Given Beatrice's comments about Suzanne ("Cruella de Jesus") in season 1, as well as her absence in the flashback scene when Suzanne lost the Halo, I think it's fair to infer that Beatrice did not know Suzanne as the Warrior Nun, and therefore also did not know any Warrior Nun prior to Shannon (i.e., no first-hand knowledge of how any prior Warrior Nun died). Following more extensive research, Beatrice states later in the episode that "the Tarask inevitably tracks down the Halobearer despite" the fact that it can only sustain itself on Earth for a limited time; "inevitably" suggests to me that this is a common occurrence based upon what she has read. Adriel in season 2 tells Lilith that the tarasks exist to bring him and the Halo back to Reya, that it's their "sole purpose."

Additionally, the only known ways of killing a Halobearer are divinium, tarasks, and Adriel. We'll ignore Adriel since the only Warrior Nun he killed was Areala (though worth noting that OCS records other than Yasmine's secret sect attribute this to a tarask). Divinium has been mostly hoarded by the Church, and no one that we know of until recently would have had a reason to target and kill a Halobearer. Even Jillian, with all her resources and knowledge about divinium and the Church, doesn't actually have that information (she responds with surprise in S1E7 when Ava says she can heal), which makes sense: what human institution would have sufficient conflict against Halobearers to figure out how to kill them, and then use that fact repeatedly through the years? And if Halobearers aren't dying from divinium weapons over the years, and they are known for dying young, what is killing them, and why?

I think it's also worth noting the quality and frequency of tarask tracking (one can draw more than one conclusion from this information about the frequency of tarask appearances in the past). In season 1, the tarask detects the Halo's energy signature at the church where Shannon died and kills the priest there within roughly a day of the Halo being out of a body longer than expected. It then appears at the Arq-tech party within roughly 24 hours? Then again when Ava is on the run from Lilith. Then no more tarasks in the months between Lilith's departure and when Ava unleashes a Halo blast in the church fight in season 2 (which coincides with Lilith joining forces with Adriel, by the way, the show cuts back and forth between those scenes).

Tl;dr - the show does not conclusively establish how Warrior Nuns die. I think it's likely that tarasks are the most common cause of death, but there are other enough holes here to argue for other options.

[glitzreyasblog]

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it girl vaunts

instant manifestation

on top of the world

the creation is done

affirmations for you

be in control

affs for when you spiral

glitzreya’s asks

how to listen to subliminals to make them work overnight

why the 4d is the true reality

glitzreya shares

fave quotes about the 3d

fave manifestation quotes

helpful posts

mini guides & guides

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3d

conform

one year!

3d and 4d

unsorted

believe in what you know

put your energy into your actual desire

there will never be a correct way

manifestation reminders

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[galaxysharks]

The lack of Faith in the OCS in Lilith is sort of telling.

They just instantly accepted 'lilith bad now' and didn't bother even looking for possible manipulation or possession.

Like from their perspective, Lilith spent two months searching for Mary relentlessly, you know, the sister she was closest to. And when she has to tell them that Mary is gone, they don't send a curtacy 'hey you good?'.

Then they go to Jillian's where Lilith went to be tested to see if anyone could help her. Then the portal spits her back out, beaten and exhausted after hours on her side. And Jillian responds by just casually setting up to send her back in immediately. And because of the timeline differences, Jillian could legitimately be planning on having Lilith endure weeks/months of this without break.

So she leaves, and yet no one uses the communication coin things to talk to her or to find out where she is.

And the next time they see her, she is visibly recovering from massive body spanning injuries, with the scales now covering most of her. And she's now chanting nonsense about Adriel, whose whole deal is manipulating and controlling people.

And every sentence she says is just his doctrine, right up until he's dead, where she immediately helps Beatrice save Ava.

All of these traits being exactly the same as the end of Season 1 when Lilith was possessed by Reya.

Mary may have said she hated Lilith most of the time, but she also was the only one that really saw her and had faith in her, even knowing how easily manipulated she is.

[sandpanckes]

"That I don't do this usually I don't know what you do to me"

THIQUE ⋆｡˚♱⋆｡˚♰⋆｡˚

𓇼paring:: lo'ak (human) x tsireya (human)

𓇼genre:: mature (explicit sexual content)

𓇼word count:: 1.3k

𓇼warnings:: 18+, aged-up characters, mild dirty talk, , p in v penetration, m ejaculation, spanking.

It was Tuesday which meant Tsireya had off so she could spend the day with her two favorite people- Lo’ak and Zoey. It was an easy morning, as any since Zoey had gotten on a consistent sleeping schedule, and now Tsireya was wandering around the house since Lo’ak still had work and she was bored since Zoey was asleep.

Nothing he hadn’t seen before, Tsireya walked into Lo’ak’s office to dust off the fan in her underwear with a simple camisole. Making sure she was out of his computer camera view she cleaned the top of his fan, oblivious to his eyes on her. Retracting the duster, she was disappointed that there was barely any dust to clean off it.

Well, that’s one less thing I can do.

Back in their bedroom, Tsireya scrolled through her phone in utter boredom. She dusted, mopped, scrubbed, and swept the house for the week leaving nothing to do. Tempted to call her mom to meet for lunch, she felt arms encircle her waist.

“What are you doing?” He murmured, leaning down to rest his head on her shoulder.

“Should I ask mommy out for lunch?”

“Hmm.” Humming, he turned his head so his voice was muffled by her hair.

“That was a yes or no question, Lo’ak.” She teased.

“Have you healed yet?” He asked and Tsireya’s forehead wrinkled in confusion.

“I gave birth six months ago.” She didn’t know where his mind was and it piqued her interest as much as it scared her.

“That wasn’t my question.”

“Yes, I’m healed. Why?”

Please don’t ask her to go sky diving again.

Instead of responding, his arms tightened, and he pressed a kiss to her neck

“Are you trying to seduce me Twilight style?” She chuckled and Lo’ak groaned.

“If you mention that wretched piece of literature again, I might go soft.”

“I thought you liked it when Alice—”

Lo’ak let go of her and spun her around, so she was facing him. His hands resumed their position on her waist although they slowly moved down until they were firmly grabbing her new ass from the mommy weight and snapping her hips to his. She opened her mouth to make a comment, but he kissed her instead.

It was sensual and slow and Eywa when was the last time they’ve had sex? Her fuzzy brain tried to do the math but all of the numbers evaporated into thin air when she felt his hands grab the hem of her underwear.

“I take it you’re a fan of the new weight?’ Reya breathed once they pulled away to catch their breath. She had gained 70 pounds during her pregnancy, but the last 50 pounds still clung to her lower body and breasts like intertwined branches. Although, she couldn’t be too upset that she had an ass for the first time in her life.

“You’re always stunning.” He murmured and Tsireya rolled her eyes.

“Cop out answer.”

“How about I cop you out on the bed until you’re a sweaty mess that can’t walk?”

Tsireya opened her mouth then closed it. He leaned down to kiss her again, but she put a hand on his chest.

“Wait! Zoey.” She exclaimed before moving out of Lo’ak’s grasp to run out of the room to check on their daughter one last time.

Once she saw that Zoey was still asleep, she walked back into the room to see a naked Lo’ak with his clothes piled on the floor.

“Someone’s eager.” Reya smirked but was taken off guard when Lo’ak strided to her and grabbed her face to kiss her.

The kiss was full on undiluted lust and soon they were walking backwards until the back of Tsireya’s knees hit the bed frame. She expected them to fall but Lo’ak flipped her onto her front instead. He ran his hands down her semi-exposed back and she shivered in anticipation.

Next, his hands moved to her underwear that was slick with want. Slowly moving his thumb to rub her through her panties, she groaned when he felt wet fabric.

“Someone’s eager.” He teased.

“Just fuck me.”

“Your wish, my command.”

Pulling her underwear off, she was oblivious to where he flung them. All she could focus on was the head of his dick which was running up and down her pussy. Teasingly pressing into her core, he then ran the tip through her labia to her clit and back up. She would typically complain about him being too slow, but she was so sensitive and pent up after six months, she could feel herself reaching the edge.

He slowly pushed the tip inside and Tsireya groaned as she repeatedly clenched around nothing. Grabbing the comforter, she felt her toes curl as Lo’ak pulled out.

“Tsireya.”

“I don’t wanna hear it.” She panted, her heart still pounding from her climax.

“Okay.” He chuckled.

Instead of entering her, he resumed his teasing. Through her first orgasm, she still felt her core throb with each stroke of her clit. She was so close and all she needed was-

Lo’ak fully sheathed himself inside of her and she came again.

“Uh!” She groaned, feeling the familiar warmth spread through her body. Instead of pulling out, Lo’ak remained inside her warmth.

“Really?” Lo’ak asked, his voice playful.

“Mm.” Reya nodded, still euphoric from the dopamine rush.

Instead of teasing her more, Lo’ak leaned down to kiss her shoulder blade fondly before smacking her ass. She jolted but moaned, nonetheless.

“You like that, baby?” He cooed and hit her again, this time soothing where he hit her afterwards.

“Please.” Tsireya whined.

He knew exactly what she was asking for as he started moving in her. Too drunk on lust, he wasted no time before he was slamming into her with earnest. His hand occasionally came down on her right cheek, the sting of pain making Tsireya shudder as her head fell limp on the comforter.  

“Fuck!” Tsireya cried out, pushing back against Lo’ak’s brutal pace. The sex hurt in the best way and she knew she’d be sore next day at work but she didn’t care. The thought of Lo’ak’s handprint on her ass because he loved it so much sent her over the edge for the third time that afternoon.

“Come on baby. You can give me one more.” Lo’ak coaxed and kept pushing his dick into Tsireya.

She whimpered against the thick sheet but doesn’t squirm away from the overstimulation. Instead, she welcomes it, groaning again when Lo’ak slaps her ass again. She felt like she was going to explode, like there was a propane tank in her engulfed in flames. Her breath quickened as she felt her fourth orgasm of the afternoon approaching and she feared it would be more intense than the first three.

A well-aimed thrust mixed with the sting of a recent blow made her cry out as she tensed up and lifted her legs so her knees were bent. Moving on from her ass, he moved his hand to lift her hips so he could hit that spot again and again and again until Tsireya felt delirious from pleasure.

“Lo’ak.” She cried and her orgasm exploded within her like a bomb. Clenching her eyes shut, she felt a sob erupt out of her as Lo’ak groaned above her and came.

Repeatedly saying how much she loved him, Lo’ak kept slowly thrusting into Tsireya as he bent down to press kisses on her back again and soothingly rubbed her right butt cheek.

When he caught his breath, he flipped her over so she was on her back to kiss her deeply.

“Love you too, baby.”

[the-space-jesus]

♪ Just some extra info about me ♪

The other post with information on me is my first post. This is just some basic stuff.

Name?: I made my entire blog Ricky-themed to get in charachter but if you want to refer to me specifically please call me Mori.

That name has a lot of lore haha, I really really relate to it.

Feel free to also call me by my IRL (nick)names, Ray or Reya

Pronouns: She/He (they just sound more personal than they, but honestly I couldn't care less what gender terms you use, feel free to also call me a boy/girl).

Can I DM you?: YES PLEASE. I'm willing to talk and make friends (basic dni apply). I'd love to talk about Ride The Cyclone or theatre or acting or well uhh anything really. I'm sure we can find some shared interests. I'll probably respond in minimum a few minutes, maximum a day or two.

Languages I speak: English, Dutch and Bulgarian. I'm also learning a lot of languages in school (like Latin and Ancient Greek hehe gymnasium), but I'm not fluid at all. I'm Bulgarian and Russian by ethnicity but I don't speak Russian fluidly yet (I'm learning).

Interests: Ride The Cyclone (I think it's obvious), (musical) theatre, writing+drawing (overall being creative), culture and history (more specifically Russian culture, Dutch culture, classical mythology and culture, Soviet era, WW2 and others), Vocaloid music, and I also have a lot of casual interests.

Certified history+culture nerd and theatre kid!!

I upload at least once a week because I always upload about my rtc theatre rehearsals. Other than that I also like posting fandom content and stuff.

That's basically it, DM me if you have any questions!

PFP by Mercy! Background..honestly no clue lmk if you know who made it

[birgittesilverbae]

time loop avalil is fucking nasty while they bleed out together it’s not recognising a kiss without a mouthful of blood it’s pretending not to know each other sometimes it’s we’ve done this so many times there’s no need to say anything. it’s there’s always something left to say because i love you i love you. i’m sorry it has to end this way

timeloop avalil trapped on that first assault on adriel's cathedral, rocketed back to that day every time they reach the minute ava first went through the ark, fighting their way through the villaumbrosia home again and again until ava, impaled on that sword, tells lilith that she can't fucking take this anymore, that there's only so many times she can live through the horrors of this day and all those that follow before she's just. done.

lilith's open-mouthed shock so quickly hidden, lilith swallowing and looking like she's going to step forward before finally saying "don't hit me in the eye this time."

ava phasing off the blade, dropping to a floor slick with her blood, scattered with a rainbow of shattered glass. tentative and cautious when she asks "this time?"

"you've severed my optic nerve four times over and you don't want to know how agonizing that is to regrow"

the relief of a partner on this treadmill of fire and death and rebirth like a shock to the system. ava's hand rising unconsciously to the orbit of her own eye socket. "i'm sorry"

"don't- don't apologize to me" lilith, off-kilter, fleeing.

ava left reeling, left wondering, left to go resurrect suzanne and try to make what adjustments she can manage. michael dies for nothing, and ava depends again on reya's mercy, and she sits whole and unharmed at the base of the ark with beatrice at her side. and the clock rolls over.

it's just past midnight when lilith grabs her from the bed she shares with beatrice, no matter that the salvius mansion is full of any number of available rooms. she brings ava to the kitchen of the villaumbrosia home without a word, turns to the cupboards to hunt for a kettle. she doesn't respond to any of ava's questions until she's filled a teapot and set it on the table in the breakfast nook, slid onto the bench seat opposite ava.

"i don't know why this is happening, i don't know how to prevent it, i don't know whether it's just the two of us, or why," she reels off, spinning her empty teacup between her palms as she waits for the tea to brew. "did beatrice have any ideas?"

"why do you-" lilith levels a flat stare at her. "no, she didn't."

"and this is the fifth time you've woken up today?"

ava closes her eyes, thinks back through the iterations, through weeks of time washed away again and again as though they were nothing. "yeah, this is the fifth."

"okay." lilith pours herself a cup of tea. doesn't offer ava any.

"that's all you've got to say? 'okay'? i'd assumed you'd had more reason than 'okay' to drag me out of bed, that you'd had a plan or something."

"i do."

"great. care to elaborate?"

lilith glances at her over the rim of her teacup, raises it to her in a mocking salute. "we wait."

ava attempts escape again and again, each time foiled by a lightning quick burst of sulphur, a hand tight around arm or wrist or the collar of her shirt. they're sitting in the den, heads bent over a chess board, when the clock rolls over and everything goes black.

[skylarstark4826]

With a singular wave, my hand shows our dissimilarity.

“Alien, is all they see”

Hiding my eyes, I look down at the sand beneath us. With Tsireya I am vulnerable and feel my heart beating hard against my chest. Suddenly, my hand is held by hers.

“I see you” she whispers slowly

Her voice is soft, sending an involuntary wave of sensations through my body. I meet her gaze, her pale eyes reflect the sea.

“You are brother of Tulkun, you are one of us now” she tells me, guiding my hand to her chest, I feel the racing of her heart.

“Reya, your heart beat is very fast” I say leaning in. When we are this close, I want to study her patterns, to memorise them, to see where they go. It's close to eclipse and the sky brings a light lilac hue to her turquoise skin. My eyes wander to her lips, if she knew all the times I've caught myself staring at them during our lessons..

“Lo’ak, what's wrong?”

Without warning my lips capture hers, like a magnetic pull. Her lips are warm compared to the cool eclipse air, they’re soft yet strong against my own. My hands move up to support the sides of her face as she presses up into our kiss. Sharp chills rush up my spine and finger tips. The excitement leaves me breathless forcing me to pull away.

Tsireya amused titters into her hand “you must learn to breathe Lo’ak, from here” mockingly she holds one hand on my chest and the other just beneath it. But her touch only makes it harder.

I carefully ignore the noticeable bulge pressing against my loincloth, hoping Tsireya won't notice my discomfort.

“Is it hard?“ she asks

Shit, did she notice?

“Is what hard?“ I reply anxiously

“Is it hard to focus?“

I sigh with relief.

“Yes, yes it's hard to focus“

“You seem distracted,“ she says, stepping closer slowly wrapping her finned arms around my neck.

I step back worried she’ll get too close, only to lose my footing, forcing us to fall back onto the sand. I feel the weight of her body pressed against mine, she's heavier than I expected.

Immediately she begins to laugh, her eyes are forced shut by her full bearing smile, when she tries to cover it with her hands I pull them away.

“don't“ I say “ I want to see you smile“

I notice a slight blush to her skin

“you are clumsy, forest boy“ she says attempting to distract me

“Hey” I reply “you don't call me that“

She props herself up, her eyes are playful and stare daringly into my own while she whispers..

“forest boy“

I swiftly brush the sides of her long torso with my hands. Her eyes widen in a slight panic as her body squirms under my touch.

“you are ticklish" I say teasingly "that's good to know“

I feel the warmth of her body brush against my finger tips as I continue.

“ple-please! Lo’ak, Lo’ak I-” Tsireya continues laughing loudly

I like seeing her like this.

“I’m sorry? Did I hear you say you're sorry for calling me forest boy?” I tease

“Im sorry-im sorry for calling you forest boy, pl-please Lo’ak!” she pleads

I release my hands up in surrender, satisfied.

“I accept your apology and I-” but before I can finish I'm interrupted by the reminder of my own discomfort.

If she didn’t notice it before, she definitely notices it now. The tent under my loincloth pressed hard against her.

“Uh, Shit..” I say now conscious of my aroused state.

Tsireya continues moving, her squirms now a slow rhythmic grind, back and forth over the lower part of my body. It is enticing and pleasurable to watch.

“Does this feel good?” I ask curiously

She responds, placing both palms firmly against my chest digging her fingers in for balance. There is no hiding my heartbeat from her now.

Slowly her lips part, letting gentle moans escape her mouth. They are new erotic moans which poison my thoughts. I capture them with my lips eager to taste her again.

My uncomfortable tightness turns into a pleasurable throbbing as her pace quickens.

“Reya, don’t stop..” I beg, bringing my hands to the side of her waist, grinding her harder against me as I thrust my hips upwards "don't stop"

She rides my body aggressively, like an uncontrollable wave. Her checks are flushed and her eyes dazed.

"Lo'ak, I- I think I am close.."

"Reya.."

[saursoob]

okay but imagine best friend!yeonjun gets into a fight with reader over his girlfriend because reader doesnt like her (cause the girlfriend is toxic) so reader is trying to warn yeonjun bht then yeonjun just blows up on reader and they go no contact until something happens

(something can be anything you want it to be just something that’ll make them start talking again)

the rest is up to you!!

link to this req!!

OMG ANON THAT LITERALLY IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA HELLO??? idk if i’m that great at angst BUT ILL DEFINITELY TRY 😭! ILL PROBABLY GET TO IT THIS WEEKEND?? IVE BEEN VV BUSY RECENTLY SO IM SORRY IF IT TAKES A BIT LONGER 😞‼️

(also i would love to know if you’d like to be moots? only if you’re comfortable ofc! i definitely dont want to pressure you at all but if you do want to be moots feel free to dm me if you dont feel comfortable commenting! + so i can tag u when i post your request !? 💗)

[max--phillips]

Genesis - Chapter 3

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Pairing: Ezra & gn!reader (I'll update this if it changes, I'm not 100% positive where their relationship is going to go at the moment)

Warnings: In line with the previous chapters, Dragonfly is processing a lot. Angst, loss, grief, self-doubt.

Summary: You assist Ezra in his search for cinder violet. A surprise storm rolls in. Ezra asks you some questions.

Words: 4.5k

Prologue / Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

You closed your eyes and focused on the sound of the waves crashing on the beach. You focused on the smell of the salt water and sea air. The feeling of the sand beneath your knees. You wanted to cry, but your body wouldn’t let you. You clutched the plaque to your chest. Words couldn’t describe the mixture of feelings overwhelming you.

You made it.

You made it.

You heard sand crunching as Ezra approached you. It then stopped.

“I personally knew every last person on board that ship,” you said, quietly, eyes still closed. “All 79 of them. I knew their hopes and dreams for the future, their damn favorite color.”

“Sounds to me like you were a good leader, then,” Ezra said.

There was a moment of quiet. You chose not to respond to his comment. “Anthony. Susanna. Blair. Desmond.” You took a deep breath, and opened your eyes, looking over at Ezra. “Chiara. Stacey. Lily-Grace. Kristina. Marlene. Ariella. Mohammod. Harlow. Cheyanne.” You pulled the plaque away from your chest and looked at it. “Lleyton. Ayisha. Tahmina. Connah. Abida. Missy. Danielle. Safah. Poppie. Beverley.” You began to stand, slowly, still recounting names. “Luka. Zahid. Alejandro. Prince. Jena. Salahuddin. Harris. Brent. Milo. Neve.” You turned slightly towards the ocean, and began walking. “Lexi-Mae. Humzah. Rebecca. Waseem. Raisa. Tania. Mina. Cillian. Rick. Reya.” You approached where the sand was wet as the waves rolled in. “Kaydee. Fenton. Isabella. Rachel. Olaf. August. Kacey. Tahlia. Reanne. Andrew.” Ezra followed you, stopping next to you as you stood there, shoes getting wet. “Amy. Alex. Micheal. Matt. Sarah. Dale. Shyam. Adela. Catrin. Aviana. Mallory. Ronnie. Hashir. Felix. Zishan. Kobie. Brenden. Kelsea. Wiktor. Lula. Tyrese. Ayyan. Ricky. Akeel. Zakk. Zahia.”

You looked out at the horizon, dotted distantly with rocks and other islands. You looked at the plaque. Then, in one fluid motion punctuated with a grunt of effort, you threw the plaque as hard as you could into the ocean. It plunged into the water several yards away.

“I don’t know if you believe in such things, but if you do, I’m sure your team is looking to you from beyond with pride, knowing at least one of you got here,” Ezra offered.

“I don’t know, either,” you mumbled in response. “But I hope you’re right.”

You stood there for a few more long moments before Ezra turned and began walking towards the tree line behind you. You took a few more seconds to turn and follow suit. It felt like your consciousness stayed standing at the water, though, your movements almost not your own. Nothing felt real. Perhaps you, too, died on that ship and this was all some bizarre cryostasis dream your brain was having in a fit of activity before the end. Logically, you knew that wasn’t the case, but the grief and anxiety and confusion you were feeling were more than enough to override logical thought.

Your attention came back into focus as Ezra began speaking.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I’d like to get to work and not push our chances of getting caught in a storm. We’re looking for a bright purple flower, and where there’s one, there’s plenty more,” he said. “Let’s go look, shall we? Do mind any roots and vines across the ground, with all the ways this planet could kill you, I’d wager tripping does more prospectors in than anything.”

“Is that… a common profession? Prospector?” you asked, more than happy to momentarily change the subject.

“That depends on your origin,” Ezra answered. “If you’re originally from Central, or any of the core planets, really, no, it’s not common at all. Those folks tend to go into more well-educated fields and keep their feet planted firmly on a safe, habitable planet with a functioning government.”

You both reached the tree line, and Ezra began leading you into the brush, pushing some vegetation out of the way to begin clearing something of a path.

“But, if you’re from the Frontier, the Fringe, hell, even some of the tourist planets, it’s damn near your only option to get off whatever rock you were born on,” he continued. “Extremely high risk, no such thing as a safe job. So… my apologies for dragging you out of your nap and right into harm’s way,” he said, looking over his shoulder to you with an apologetic expression.

You weren’t yet sure how to respond to that, given how that “nap” ended up. You continued to follow Ezra, stepping over twisting roots, vines, and other growth.

“But, with high risk comes high reward,” Ezra said. “If you live long enough to turn in your bounty, it can be well worth the risk. ‘Course, so many succumb to the environments they prospect in, or other prospectors, not too terribly many actually make a return. Can’t tell you how many woefully unprepared kips I’ve seen get themselves killed on their first go because they thought they were stronger than nature, or couldn’t make a deal, even on the wrong end of a thrower.”

You both made it to a small clearing, and Ezra stopped for a moment to survey the surrounding trees. The canopy was thick, shading you from the sun, though not doing much to curb the oppressive humidity in the air. On top of that, every step you took seemed harder than the last. Maybe pushing yourself so soon after you woke up wasn’t a good idea. You knew that the planet was significantly denser than Earth, but you weren’t expecting the increased gravity to affect you this much. You wiped some sweat from your brow, looking around as well, taking in the alien plants. If dropped here with no other context, one might be forgiven for thinking this was the middle of a rainforest, but there was an… uncanny valley sort of feeling to it. It was definitely not familiar biology, though clearly not entirely dissimilar from what had evolved on Earth.

“Ah! That way. There’s a tree species this flower particularly likes, I’m willing to wager we’ll find a patch nearby,” Ezra said, pointing out of the clearing and beginning to walk that direction.

You continued to follow him. “So, I take it you’re one of the more successful ones,” you said, continuing your conversation.

Ezra chuckled a little. “I’d like to think so,” he responded. “Not without my fair share of challenges and loss, of course, but I’ve done alright for myself. Well enough I have a home of sorts on Central, nothing too fancy, but it’s enough.”

“You said most people from Central don’t prospect,” you pointed out.

“I am not from Central, Captain,” he said. “Depending on how you look at it, I simply got lucky.”

You wondered what he meant by “depending on how you look at it,” but chose not to pursue that. “If Central has safer jobs, why keep doing this?” you asked.

Ezra sighed. “You can take the man out of prospecting, but you can’t take prospecting out of the man, Dragonfly,” he answered. “Besides, those safe jobs lack the excitement this profession freely supplies. I’d get bored.”

You could certainly understand that. You could’ve much more easily taken a job with mission control, or stopped at test flights for the Genesis program, but no. That wasn’t enough. You had to be the face of it.

You two continued to walk for a while, you imagine having passed the tree Ezra had pointed out earlier some time ago. Thankfully, walking through the forest was requiring enough of your focus that your mind didn’t begin spiraling despite the quiet. It was hot and exhausting. After some time, though, you came to a large clearing with a pond of sorts in the middle, with some rock formations on the far side. Towards the other edge of the clearing, there was a patch of flowers.

“There! Perfect,” Ezra said, walking over towards the flowers with purpose. You followed. He began digging in his pockets, producing two bags, one that appeared to be empty, and another full of small tools. From the tool bag, he grabbed two pairs of tweezers.

“Now, this is delicate work,” Ezra started, handing one of the pair of tweezers to you. “As should be obvious, we have plenty of chances to get this right, but keep in mind these cinder violets are very valuable.”

You nodded. “Got it.”

“Good. So, to start, be careful picking them. That’s why you need work gloves. The stem on these flowers have sharp thorns,” Ezra explained, motioning for you to sit on the ground near him. You did so, letting out a sigh of relief as you did, thankful for any rest. You watched his movements closely as he reached forward and carefully picked one. You could see the thin, sharp thorns protruding seemingly randomly from its stem.

“Once they’re picked, you need to work quickly to get the stamen. There’s a reason we harvest them here rather than picking the flowers and taking them back to the ship,” he continued. He used the tweezers he was holding to point towards the center of the flower, where the sturdy purple petals were curled around what you assumed to be the stamen in question. “You gotta peel these back, but be careful of the stamen inside. If you accidentally break the stamen, or either of the individual parts, it’s worthless. Couldn’t tell you why, the folks this is valuable to end up burning them most of the time, but I’m not one to argue with a paying customer.”

You watched as he demonstrated what he just explained, carefully rolling back the petals to reveal the stamen inside. You immediately made the connection that it looked a lot like saffron threads, except they were a light purple color rather than red or orange. Ezra used the tweezers firmly at the base of the stamen, pinching the entire structure and removing it from the flower before carefully placing the piece in the empty bag he’d opened earlier.

“Just like that. Think you can handle it?” he asked.

“Yeah, I think so,” you responded.

So you got to work. You messed up the first flower you attempted, breaking one of the threads when you tried to roll back the petals, but you tried again and successfully extracted the stamen whole. Once you got a few under your belt, you seemed to get the hang of it, only accidentally breaking a few threads the entire time. As you worked, Ezra filled the air with chatter, thankfully not seeming to care if you responded or not.

“The petals curl inward like that to protect the stamen from the weather here,” he said. “The winds from the storms can be brutal, but the trees around are rooted deep enough they can usually withstand them, and break up the wind the further inland you go. Of course, there’s still some wind, and these flowers adapted to protect their reproduction in a fascinating way. The petals are stiff enough that only certain pollinators can get inside.”

“Pretty textbook evolution,” you commented.

Ezra made a noise of agreement. “There have been attempts to start permanent logging colonies on the planet because of how strong the wood in some of the tree species is,” he explained. “The incredible winds combined with the strong gravitational force pushed their evolution that way. Of course, all of them have failed.”

Ezra continued to talk about the planet, how lumber and these flowers were really the only things of value here, though some other plants are propagated off-world to be sold as house plants. He began telling some tangent story about said house plants, but you were happy to listen nonetheless. There would be moments of quiet, still, in which occasionally either you or Ezra would curse as one of you destroyed another stamen by accident. Ezra occasionally mumbled something about joints in his hand, or something about servos, though you didn’t think anything of it. Doing this sort of detailed work was starting to make your hand sore as well.

After what had to be a few hours, you and Ezra made a sizable dent in the patch of flowers you’d found, filling the bag about halfway with the prize he was after. Just as you were about to reach for another flower, you heard a rumble of thunder. The light that was coming in through the clearing began to dim, and you could hear rain begin to hit the leaves of the canopy, not quite yet filtering through.

“Shit,” Ezra said, looking around as he started to get up off the ground. “Nothing major, sometimes these storms pop up. But we’re too far from the ship to go back in this. Let’s take cover over in those rock formations, shall we?”

You nodded, getting up as well. Ezra grabbed the bag of cinder violet, and as the rain began to fall through the canopy, you both ran towards the pond and the rock formations on the other side of the clearing. Ezra led you under a large overhang, and you two watched as the rain intensified, thunder clapping occasionally overhead. He sighed deeply, shaking his head.

“Fair timing, I suppose. I was starting to think about calling it quits anyway. The amount we have should earn us…” he paused, humming in thought. ���Maybe two or three points?”

“Points?” you asked.

“Ah, yes. It’s payment, I’m not sure how you’d value it. It’s enough for a single person to live off for maybe two months or so,” he said.

You balked at that. “Two months?” you asked.

“I told you it was valuable,” Ezra responded, smiling at you.

He turned and sat down again, back resting against the rock at the back of the overhang. You followed suit. It was quiet for a few moments as you watched the rain fall. Ezra, of course, was the one to break the quiet.

“Dragonfly, I’m sure you have a multitude of questions regarding the galaxy you now find yourself in, but I will admit, I have many of my own for you,” he said.

You sighed. “To be honest, I don’t know what to even ask yet, especially given you’re the only one I’ve met, and you’ve been with me the entire time I’ve been conscious,” you said. “Fire away.”

Ezra grinned like he’d just won a prize. “Very well. Do you mind if I start with a question about you, then?” he asked.

“Go for it,” you responded.

“How did you become captain of that handsome craft I encountered you on?” he asked.

“I wanted to save humanity,” you stated plainly. This was a bit of a softball question, one you’d answered many times at press conferences, news interviews, and presentations at various schools. “My entire life the world was crumbling around us. Every day was another record broken for hottest day, or highest sea level, or least polar ice. I never understood why no one was doing anything about it. I did try the activism route for a while, but I got disillusioned fast. It never really accomplished anything. It’s nearly impossible to make people care about something when they have incentive to ignore it. I caught wind of NASA’s Genesis program, went to test pilot school, worked my ass off… and here we are.” There was some bitterness in your tone at the end of your sentence. Here you were, indeed.

“Saving an entire planet is quite the lofty goal,” Ezra said.

You nodded. “It is. But it’s the right thing to do,” you said. “Was the right thing to do, I guess.” Doubt began to creep in. Was it? Knowing what you know now… was all of this worth it?

Ezra seemed to sense your shift in mood, and asked another question. “I must ask, was the cryostasis technology I found you in… pioneered for this mission?” he asked.

“More or less. I mean, people have been working on some form of it since… I think the bunk cryonics industry started in the 1970s,” you said. “Most of the time after that was spent thinking the entire concept would remain science fiction, but some group of scientists made a major breakthrough when I was a kid. NASA spent the next twenty odd years fine-tuning the technology to get us to Kepler-186.”

Ezra was quiet for a beat. “Cryostasis was deemed too dangerous to continue using decades ago,” he finally said. “Too much risk, side effects were too strong. Much more muscle atrophy and other deleterious effects caused by long term use. As far as that is concerned, Captain, you are very lucky.”

You looked over at him, your brow furrowed. “Other deleterious effects?” you asked.

“I’m no expert on the subject, but if I’m remembering correctly there were some concerns about the agents used to prevent harmful ice crystals from forming, nutrition uptake over time, issues with sleep and attentiveness after being taken out of stasis… we have much safer alternatives now,” Ezra explained. “Although use of any suspended animation is less frequent now that we have faster than light travel.”

“What alternatives are there?” you asked, genuine confusion in your voice. As far as you were aware, cryostasis was the only suspended animation technique that was really achievable. Anything else wouldn’t do enough to slow the body’s metabolism, and therefore aging, or required far too much energy to be plausible, or was simply fictional magic.

“Most true suspended animation relies on manipulation of spacetime,” Ezra said casually. The surprised expression on your face in response told Ezra that that statement was not casual at all to you. “It does take a considerable amount of energy, so it is not used frequently.”

“You can just… manipulate spacetime?” you asked

“Well, I’m sure it’s not as simple as that. Like I said, I’m no expert,” he answered. “I’m not entirely sure how they accomplish it. More commonly, though, is a state of induced torpor, which is more conducive to the length of trips we take with FTL.”

You nodded, absorbing this information.

It was quiet for a long moment, other than the rain falling and wind blowing through the trees. Ezra then began speaking, almost carefully choosing his words.

“In my childhood, my peers and I were told the same stories our parents were told of Earth. Toxic skies that would choke you to death in an instant, poison plants that could burn you with one touch, vicious creatures that could eat you whole. I believe that these began as cautionary tales many generations ago, but they morphed into this mythology of a cursed planet that would punish you for even thinking about visiting its surface,” he said. “I would be remiss not to ask you what Earth was truly like, even in your day.”

You considered his question, then sighed. “While exaggerated, the stories you heard weren’t… too far off,” you responded. Ezra looked at you, surprised. “I mean, the whole planet isn’t like that. Toxic skies… occasionally, as pollution got worse or wildfire smoke ruined air quality for days on end, yes. Not so bad you’d die if you had to go outside, though. Poison plants and vicious creatures, absolutely. There are plants that, if you get even a little bit of its sap on you, it gives you chemical burns or makes you itch for days on end. Some plants and fungi have lookalikes, where one is perfectly edible, and the other is so toxic that if you eat it you’ll be dead within a day. There are animals that can and will kill you given the chance, granted there aren’t many that could swallow you whole. Hippos probably could. Maybe blue whales, but they don’t eat prey as large as us.” You smiled sadly. “Still, it’s beautiful. Vast oceans, lush jungles, mountain ranges and rock formations… even the things we built, to some degree, are beautiful. Bridges, castles, skyscrapers. It’s…” You stopped as you realized you were speaking in present tense, and you gulped, willing away the tears that threatened to begin. “It was worth saving.”

Ezra’s surprise morphed into some cross between interest and concern as you spoke. “I… wish I could’ve seen it, as you did.”

“Yeah,” you said, nodding a bit. “Me too.”

As another moment of quiet passed between you, you realized something. Surely humanity by itself couldn’t span an entire galaxy, right? And clearly, life was elsewhere in the galaxy…

“I just thought of a question,” you started.

“Please,” Ezra encouraged.

“Have we made first contact?” you asked.

“Have we made what?”

Well that’s not the response you were expecting.

“First contact,” you repeated. You then put on a bit of a voice, mocking the many documentaries about this topic from your original era. “Is there intelligent life beyond our solar system?”

Ezra looked at you, confused at first, then he seemed to remember how long you’d been asleep. “Yes.”

You weren’t sure whether to be excited or deflated with his response. “With that kind of reaction I imagine it’s commonplace.”

Ezra nodded. “As humanity fled Earth, it happened multiple times with multiple colonies concurrently,” he said. “Enough so that no one’s really sure who was first. Thankfully, other than the one time a group of us managed to establish an empire across the galaxy, everyone gets along relatively well. Well, on an official level, anyway. All bets are off once you’re in the Fringe, or the Frontier, or prospecting.”

You nodded again, and hummed in understanding. “I’m glad to hear it, I suppose. That was another thing that was still very much science fiction when I was on Earth,” you said.

“I have a feeling that will not be the last time you come across something matching that description, Captain,” he said. “You are always welcome to ask questions. I may not have all the answers, but I do a fair share of reading in my free time. I’ve picked up on some things, at least.”

“I appreciate it,” you said.

The rain began to lighten a bit, but not stop. The humidity had broken slightly, and the wind from the storm was making it a bit cooler where you were taking cover under this rock. For the moment, it was kind of nice. You wondered again if you would’ve made it this far if you had known. If you would’ve rather had your team alive for a short time on this planet’s surface, marking the mission’s technical success, or if they were better off having died painlessly in cryo. Part of you wanted to believe that if you had all made it, you would’ve proved Ezra wrong, and there would be a thriving colony on this planet’s surface in just a couple of years. But… like Ezra said earlier: people get themselves killed thinking they’re stronger than nature.

“We were going to name it Eden,” you blurted. “When we got settled, I mean. The colony, the planet, was going to be named Eden.” You looked over at Ezra. “I… suppose I don’t know if that means anything to you.”

“I believe I get the gist,” Ezra responded. “The Garden of Eden where humanity was supposedly started by some capricious deity.”

“In the Book of Genesis, the first book of the Bible, God takes six days to create existence, resting on the seventh. Adam and Eve, the first man and woman, and who are tasked with creating humanity, live in this garden God created as a paradise on Earth. It was plentiful, and they were allowed to eat from any tree in the garden except the tree of the knowledge of good and evil,” you said. “Of course, they eat from it anyway and get kicked out before they can eat from the tree of life, which would have granted them immortality.” You tilted your head back and forth for a moment in consideration. “There’s more to it than that, but that’s the condensed version. Wouldn’t be a story from a religion if the details weren’t hotly debated.”

“That is yet another thing that has not changed since your time,” Ezra responded. “I am sorry that this did not turn out to be the paradise you expected it to be.”

You sighed. “I don’t think anyone truly believed this would be a paradise,” you said. “Livable, yes. But a true paradise wouldn’t require us to work for our survival. We were prepared to start from truly nothing but the supplies we carted across 579 light years.” You paused and furrowed your brow. “We made a lot of assumptions. About the planet, about what would grow here, clearly about how the surface of the planet would be.” You didn’t want to admit that the entire program was done out of desperation. It had taken 25 years from the conception of the program to your launch date, yes, but an undertaking as huge as this… it likely would’ve benefited from more time to plan, to study the target planets, to truly understand what you were getting yourselves into. But the planet was dying, and humanity was dying with it. Someone needed to do something, and the sooner something was done, the sooner humanity could be saved.

You supposed it didn’t matter in the end.

You wondered what McCoy would say. He always balanced your optimism with caution and well-timed cynicism. You remembered what he said that night 10 days before launch, on the boat. I’m sick of worrying about what could go wrong… What if it does go wrong? You’d told him it wouldn’t. That you’d make new constellations.

You realized you were crying again. You forced yourself to take a deep breath. You wiped your cheeks with the back of your hand.

“Sorry,” you offered.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Ezra assured you. “You’ve had an incredible amount of information dumped on you in a very short amount of time. If anyone here should be apologizing for anything, it’s me for waking you up.”

You shook your head. “No. I… given the choice between waking up to this and dying without knowing what went wrong, I would’ve chosen waking up every time.”

Ezra nodded slowly. “While I cannot begin to understand what you’re going through, I do understand that choice, at least,” he said.

Soon, the rain stopped, and the wind died down. Ezra moved to stand up, walking towards the edge of the structure you were under.

“I think now is as good a time as any to get back to the ship and head out,” Ezra said, turning back to where you were still sitting. He approached, and held a hand out to help you up.

You hesitated to reach out. Much like your hesitation at leaving the ship, you almost didn’t want to leave. You made it here. Did you deserve to make it any further? What about your crew? How in the world would you even move on from something like this?

You took Ezra’s hand, and hoisted yourself up off the ground.

“Alright. Where to from here?”

[ornii]

The Soldier of Fortune

The Omnic Crisis

Twenty eight years ago, the world faced its first true ultimate threat. Omnics, created by humans, rebelled against their creators and plunged the world into a war that would only last two years but cause irreparable damage to society. But the entire crisis was halted in the final days of the end, by a single Soldier.

Overwatch Base, 28 Years Ago.

A Single soldier was taking a few jabs at a punching machine, delivering powerful but heavy blows to the sack of sand. One final swing knocks the bag back almost off its chain. The soldier was in his late twenties, nearly the age of 29. He gripped the bag to keep it from swinging. He was your average soldier built, strong, well built and tall. What made him different was his left arm, from the elbow down it was entirely cybernetics. Losing his arm serving his country turned him into a Hero. But why join overwatch if everyone already adores him? Simple, the adventure, the potential fortune, that’s who he is: The S.O.F.

“Finally done?” A Voice asks him, he sighed and turns around, a lean, beautiful figure was standing in the doorway of the training Hall. Long black hair, gorgeous bronze skin, an illustrious Egyptian tattoo right under her eye. Ana Amari.

“Well if it isn’t Miss Crackshot, having fun with them butting heads?” He says, and begins to unwrap his arm. Ana sighed and scowled.

“No, they’re still going on about the plan, guess you’re the Tiebreaker.” She admits, (Y/n) smirks and walks over.

“Really? Reinhardt and Torbjorn are at heads? What about you?” He asks her, Ana kept a stern face.

“You know my thoughts on it.” She responds, (Y/n) smirks. “That I do…” he trails off, (Y/n) breaks the awkward silence and walks off, “Well. Let’s go join the circus.” He heads down the hall, past soldiers and recruits to the officers deck, and can hear arguing from the door.

“I sometimes wonder if that armor slows your brain down!”

“And I sometimes wonder if your height is why you’re always in a bad mood!!”

Reinhardt and Torbjörn are arguing about armor schematics, but more importantly was Reyas and Jack.

“This plans a suicide missions!” Jack said.

“We’re soldiers Jack, it’s what we do! We have a chance to put the crisis on ice permanently and you won’t take it!” Reyas yells at Jack.

“I won’t ask soldiers to die for what could or couldn’t work!” Jack argues, the two turn to see the soldier.

“Having fun?” He smugly approaches and the two get a bit more professional.

“No, Jack won’t green light the operation. This is our change to rid the Omnics of a primary factory and halt their invasion.” Reyas explains, (Y/n) ignores him and walks to the table. Pressing a button on the display it shows the schematics and blueprints for their plan.

“So, run it by me again?” (Y/n) asks. Reyas goes first.

“One of the Omnics biggest factories was deep in the heart of the North Pole, a perfect place for them. Little heat to avoid melting, a perfectly cold place to produce mass machines, but there’s one thing. The factory was built on a large foundation of ice, and its slowly melted away.” Reyas explains, (Y/n) rubs his chin looking at it all.

“So, we sink it.” He said, “Precisely.” Reyas said. “We plant thermal charges on weak points in the foundation, it explodes with enough force to crack the ice under it send it plunging into the ice.”

“And we’d put an end to their Plan.” (Y/n) nods, “So, why haven’t we?” He asks.

“Ask Jack.” Reyas prods, Jack swaps the display to the explosives.

“The power needed to blow the foundation isn’t your normal thermal charge, the ice needs to be absolutely thrashed in order to force it to collapse. We have the power but we’d need to get someone to carry it, get it to the heart, set the charge and escape in time, it’s suicide, too many things could go wrong that could result in a needless death.”

“I can do it.” (Y/n) said, which caught everyone off guard. Ana turns to him, shocked.

“You can’t be serious…” she says. Even Reinhardt and Torbjörn were taken aback.

“You’d agree? It’s suicide! You’d be walking into a cold death! Torbjorn said.

“Possibly, but we could also put an end to the Omnic crisis before it could take any more lives, I say my life is worth that.” (Y/n) turns to the exit, “I’ll be prepping for launch then.”

“You aren’t going alone!” Reinhardt storms over, “We finish this! As brothers!” He said proudly, Ana quickly chimes in, “Me too.. I refuse to allow you to do this yourself.”

“Then I have a three man Cell, Jack?” He turns to the leader, the determination on the three heroes was more than he could handle.

“…Fine.. no heroics this time. Get the job done and that’s it.” He orders, and Operation Silver Ice, was ago.

(Y/n) entered his quarters to suit up, dawning the overwatch tactical suit and uniform, his classic Tactical Ion energy Rifle and ammo to pack, his ears pick up to the sound of footsteps at his door and it opening. Ana was awaiting once more. This time with a much less enthusiastic look.

“Already packed?” He asks, lacing up his boots.

“No, I’m telling you what Jack Said, no Heroics.”

“I heard him.”

“Doesn’t mean that you’ll listen… for me, please.” She said, (Y/n) stopped and turned to her, he saw the desperate look in her eye, Ana has lost too many people, too much of her life she spent killing and watching others die.

“I could never say no to you, fine… after this, you’ll finally stop rejecting me and let me take you somewhere nice? Italy? France? Germany?” He winks, Ana’s cold demeanor melts to a sly grin.

“Fine, we can put this all behind us, now finish up, this’ll be the last one.” She walks off, and the trio prepare for Operation Grey Ice.

The trio trudge up a frozen taundra of ice and snow, the blinding polar night with the biting wind made travel hard for the trio, but eventually the darkenss looms even closer as red begins to fill their visors.

“Heat signatures located, we’re here… remember the plan?” He asks the Two Reinhardt laughs. “Of course! We sneak in and plunge their little factory into ice! First we need, distraction!”

“Uh huh, alright.. after we do, follow me.” (Y/n) said, he aims his arm, and the Nanotechnology begins to form the arm into a hand cannon, with one shot he lobs a Molotov like explosive near the base, it flies over the large wall and explodes in the lower corner of the building, the Omnics soon begin to clamber to stop it from causing any damage to the base, the trio then take the front entrance and rush in, avoiding detection and entering the base, somehow, even with Reinhardt clunking around, reaching the lowest depths they entered the core or the “Heart” of the factory. A large reactor with multiple heat sinks that lead to exits all around the base. Reinhardt drops the large bomb and (Y/n) and Ana begin to prep the explosives.

“How much time with the distraction give us?”

“Should be more than enough to—“

“It’s not enough!” Reinhardt yells, (Y/n) turns around to see Omnics tracing their snowy footsteps.

“Damn. Ana finish up the explosive! Reinhardt?” (Y/n) ordered

“You need not ask Friend! Let’s crush them!” Reinhardt charges in with his Hammer and swings, each hit turning Omnics into scrap metal! (Y/n) loads his rifle and begins to mow Omnics down. His arm opens up And rockets fly from it. They continue to keep the Omnics off guard. Allowing Ana to finish up the touches, until a laser blast from an Omnic shatters a device on the bomb!

“(Y/n)! We have a problem! The timer it’s..”

before she can speak she rolls and aims her rifle, blasting a hole though an Omnic. (Y/n) and Reinhardt leap behind cover and the trio come up with a plan.

“Bombs not going to go off now… unless we trigger a manual override. Reinhardt, Get Ana out of Here..” (Y/n) smug attitude turns dead cold as he begins to pick off Omnics. Reinhard nods and picks Ana up, putting her under his massive arm.

“Reinhardt?! What are you doing?!” She yells, he runs off and kicks the grate to one of the large Heat sinks and the rush off. (Y/n) rushes go the bomb and begins to override it, lasers and bullets fly around and near him. He keeps his head down to avoid it getting blown off.

Reinhardt Carries a fighting Ana in his arm.

“Let go of me! Dammit Reinhardt I have to save him!” She yells, Reinhardt keeps a stern face under his helmet.

“Let him go, don’t you see Ana? This is him, a soldier risking his life. If you go and die saving him. You’re spitting on his name, to risk your life, in order to save millions, that’s a true soldier! Do not sully his name.” He said, Ana was actually taken aback by his words, and could only look back at the base.

(Y/n) finally was preparing the charge before a blast hits him right in the back, he falls forward behind cover and is in bad shape, feeling the Omnics close in, he only has one plan left.

“Overwatch, activate override code 04-N11, Clearance level Omega.” He leans against a wall, and the bomb pings.

“Vocal activate code Required to engage bomb… please speak the activation code.” They ask, (Y/n) sighs and reveals it.

“Code… Ana.” He said, the code was authorized and the bomb was already triggered, Ana watches she feels the ground shake, and the factory itself begins to cave in on itself, and sink into the darkness of the water. (Y/n) plunged into the dark, never seen again.

28 Years Later.

My eyes slowly awoken, I felt the stiffness in my bones, my body. My vision slowly began to repair itself and my eyes focused on the figure before me. For whatever reason, a giant Gorilla with glasses was looking at me.

“You’re awake, tremendous!” He said with glee, he talks too.

“Am I, dead?” You ask, he shook his head.

“No, Far from it.. my Names Winston, and you’re very much alive. In fact you were part of a project to be found, thanks to Ana.”

“Ana? How is she?!” You ask hurriedly.

“She’s nearby, you should rest, you have been gone for 28 years.”

“28?!” You yell, The Gorilla attempts to quell your confusion.

“I know, I know, you have many questions and I plan to answer them But introductions are in plan here, my name is Winston.. Welcome, to Overwatch.”

[denimbex1986]

'For nine weeks at London’s High Court at the turn of the millennium, historian Deborah Lipstadt had to keep uncharacteristically schtum – ordered by her lawyers to let their expert witnesses do the talking.

The 78-year-old American is making up for lost time today as she holds forth in the middle of her former solicitors, Anthony Julius, 68, and James Libson, 58, in their offices at Mishcon de Reya in central London, to mark 25 years since their landmark legal battle.

British author David Irving had sued Lipstadt for libel for describing him as “an Adolf Hitler partisan” and Holocaust denier in her book Denying the Holocaust.

Julius and Libson were determined to keep the focus on Irving’s wilful twisting of history, following his paper trail of footnotes to reveal a “tissue of lies”, including that there were no gas chambers at Auschwitz.

It meant that neither Shoah survivors nor Lipstadt herself were called to give evidence. Julius – previously Princess Diana’s divorce lawyer – describes the burden on his client, “essentially to be a spectator in her own trial”.

“That was very difficult. I was passive,” says the Dorot Professor of Modern Jewish History and Holocaust Studies at Emory University in Atlanta (whose silence was characterised by a friend as “an unnatural act”).

“I meant to tell you guys,” she quips to the men either side of her. “Because this is the first time I heard it,” deadpans Julius.

While Irving stood in court 73 representing himself – as Jonathan Freedland reported at the time, delightedly “rolling around in swastika-embossed paper” – Lipstadt found a way to respond to his daily affronts, including once addressing the judge as “mein Fuhrer”.

“Well, you took out your frustrations by hitting and pinching me in the court,” recalls Libson, who had fractured his arm in a bike accident at the start of the trial. “That’s right,” Lipstadt says with a chuckle. “[Irving] would say these terrible things and I would hit the broken arm.”

Julius had previously worried that Lipstadt’s publisher Penguin would accept Irving’s last-minute offer to settle the case for £500 and an open letter withdrawing the allegations. Taking no chances, the solicitor pointed out that Lipstadt’s team would respond by suing Irving for defamation – and moving to have Penguin bound “back in as defendants to our claim”.

“If you say of Irving that his criticisms of Deborah were correct and that’s why you settled with Irving, you don’t leave the battlefield, you’ve just changed your allegiances.”

Of the trio’s level of confidence that they would win the case, Lipstadt says: “I wasn’t, they were.” But the Jewish establishment in the UK was nervous too. At a dinner, a leading figure from the Board of Deputies urged Lipstadt to silently retreat.

“There was a segment of the leadership which was very scared, worried. My read was that they saw this as the Americans descending on Britain, oblivious to the mess we would leave behind, and the better thing was to be quiet and settle. It was emblematic of the different approaches of British and American Jewry. Thank God, I found these two guys who were not emblematic of British Jewry – then. I have to say, they came around.”

Julius remembers that sentiments quickly reversed once the judge’s 355-page verdict delivered Irving a thumping defeat. “After the judgment, they were absolutely ferocious for the fighting of the case, on the principle that victory has many generals while defeat is an orphan.”

Libson is satisfied the ruling that branded Irving a racist and pro-Nazi polemicist remains a “line in the sand”. “That old-school Holocaust denial with the veneer of scholarship around it doesn’t really exist in the same way.”

“It’s the difference between what I call hardcore and softcore Holocaust denial,” explains Lipstadt, who was until January President Joe Biden’s Special Envoy for Monitoring and Combating Anti-Semitism. “Usually we use that in relation to pornography and I do that advisedly, because it’s sort of pornographic history, Holocaust denial.”

But while they obliterated the former: “What we couldn’t demolish is the Holocaust inversion, the ‘Jews are like the Nazis’, ‘Why are they complaining so much?’, ‘Why do we have to hear again about the Holocaust?’ That’s much squishier, much harder to fight.”

Lipstadt understandably declines to respond to a 2017 quote from Irving, who remarked that “the traditional enemy” – his phrase for Jews – does not “have a handle” on how to deal with a new generation finding denial online. “He took six years of my life,” she says. “Enough.”

But Julius rejects the idea that the hydra-headed threat of social media means we are living in an era where truth has ceased to matter. “This is not a post-fact world. The facts are the facts. In every historical period, there are particular challenges. In the early Middle Ages, the challenge was the destruction of libraries.”

But he adds: “There’s now an [online] archive at Emory for anybody actually interested in establishing the facts for themselves. People who are not interested have to live with the unhappy knowledge that other people will be able to go and ascertain how utterly worthless the denier’s statement of the position is.”

On the lessons the wider community can learn, Libson says: “There are times to fight. And we’re in a period where it is a time to fight and organise ourselves to protect our interests.” He adds: “There’s more fighting spirit than there used to be.”

In 2016, the case was turned into a Hollywood film, with Rachel Weisz starring as Lipstadt, Andrew Scott as Julius and Jack Lowden as Libson, introducing the episode to a new generation. All three are clearly proud of the trial’s enduring significance, a quarter of a century on.

“This was a victory for truth,” says Lipstadt, “and this was the demolishing of a man who had made sport of Jewish tragedy. Not just denied it, but made sport of it, and with glee.

“So for one shining moment in April 2000, the bad guy really lost.”'

[velocitations]

top 10 succession micro moments i crave rewatching for unconscious reasons i am unaware of!

1. roman getting his phone taken during boars on the floor. his face

2. shiv saying i want to be at that table s2e5 see i know the episode numbers i've only seen it once that's how serious this is

3. kendall responding "i fell off an inflatable" to someone saying he attempted suicide. that whole scene captures a n ineffable

5. finale kendall/roman hug oh my fucking goddddddddddddddddddddddd

6. logan yelling for roman over shiv's head. s3e8 i think

7. gerri whispering shes good at her job while roman scolds her. this one's kinda obvious

8. shiv before hugging the skarsgard. that one's essence comes up a lot

9. shiv telling tom about baby

10. everything with shiv i don't even know why.

11. reya quitting . 12. roman downplaying getting hit. cut the cameras post is over

watching succession appeals to the illness fantasy of having all your paranoias be justified