#so he kinda needs the trauma to balance him out

[toffeebrew]

eughhh sleepiness is taking over must write about inky boy. ink sans is by @/comyet

i think upon reanalyzing some asks and the FAQ i have begun to understand how inks err emotions work a little better. a bunch of this is me kinda theorizing sooo yeah. it's not as uhh clear as my other rants are

His emotions aren't really "fake". at least my definition of fake. He still feels.

Instead, their main struggle is to balance and understand his emotions. Like in this ask:

So, he can definitely have quote on quote "normal relationships" with other people

One day you may ask him and he'll be like yeah i care about them alot and the next he doesn't feel very attached at all. As i interpreted "not making sense" as to not understanding why or how he even cares for these people. It seems really dependent on his internal emotional balance. The pretending comes in to play where he may exaggerate or lie about his emotions. Perhaps because he himself wants to have these attachments. Or because he wants to spare others feelings.

more yappage under the cut

According to his FAQ, he realizes his soullessness is an advantage (and theres not any realistic/non morally dubious means to obtain one) and wouldn't change that. However, i don't believe he is completely content with some of the drawbacks. He feels the need to hide his soullessness, as indicated in his design notes. But it "shows through". He feels the need to "pretend to have a soul" -from his backstory comic. This may be because he feels insecure in some way. believing his own emotions are less than others. Or his feelings are invalid or fake because he doesn't have a soul. Or at the very least not as real as others. Because he doesn't feel emotions the way others do, it must be wrong. Because hes chaotic neutral, i don't think these are things others contributed to his line of thought. Rather, something hes internalized himself. not that he would ever tell anyone that.

He may also hide this fact not the freak people out. Man does enjoy a bit of mischief, but it probably be kinda hard to work with other people if you have a large chance they may be scared of/don't trust you. I also think he doesn't actually want to like...petrify people. Which i would imagine many monsters would struggle, if they knew. given what people may assume of him. Or at least that's what he thinks ig shsksh.

Given he fears loneliness i think both of these reasons may contribute. He doesn't want people to abandon him. abandonment issues caused by trauma he can't remember.

But he can definitely feel extremes as well. being "overexcited" so much so he forgets consequences. He vomits up ink when shocked or overly passionate. I didn't expand on this as much because i feel like others have explained better than i ever could.

as his FAQ indicates his emotions can be separate from his morality. so its not necessarily contradictory for him to have these big emotions but still have uhh ig a more neutral way of looking at things. ig

btw this post was inspired from this analysis!! i tried to add my own spin on my commentary

[anime-grimmy-art]

Sada, Turo and the childhood they never gave Arven

Twas only a matter of time til I drew them, I am weak for dilfs, milfs and especially trauma origins 😔👌

The last drawing went a bit out of control. I wanted to clean up the sketch and woke up 5 hours later with a remade, coloured and shaded sketch and pain in my hand.

[sukifoof-art]

heres a silly little post pacifist au i've had for a Good While now which is why i tend to draw hyperdeath asriel and frisk being siblings a lot theres some Info under the cut if ur curious

OKAY SO BASICALLY i like to imagine that after leaving the underground flowey is able to come to terms with. Being Flowey and through therapy learns how to be more open and frisk and papyrus help him a lot through this. i think toriel already Knows hes flowey just cuz of the way he acts shes like "i dont know how. but that is my son boy." and one day he comes home from therapy and goes I Need To Tell You Something. I Am Asriel. and he braces for the way she reacted in the underground but this time around she just goes "im so glad you finally feel comfortable telling me" and they both cry it out

as flowey becomes more comfortable with being himself he starts to mess around with his face to prank frisk cuz he just NEEDS to be an annoying older brother and after he works out his various issues and can see himself more as he is an not there being a clear distinction between asriel and flowey in his brain (ive talked about this a lot i think he sees asriel as different from him cuz of trauma and therapy will help him kind of calm down and go "im still me im just different and older now and also traumatized but despite everything its still me") i think he would be able to make himself look like hyperdeath asriel as its what he feels most comfortable looking like

he still goes by flowey and he moves around like flowey but when hes just standing there he needs a cane both cuz i imagine it kinda hurts and he doesnt have good balance. i like to think that despite being a weird grumpy guy who sits at home all day cuz hes not ready to interact with lots of people yet hes actually a very good brother who cares a lot about frisk and the people around him <3 big brother flowey SO real btw ask to tag if needed

[melalot]

TSATS BOOK REVIEW/ANALYSIS (aka i go over things i feel was misinterpreted in the book)

So I read TSATS book, and I’m realizing that a lot of stuff in the book was misinterpreted so I’m just gonna write this here to drop my 2 cents. 

Beyond this point there is spoilers

So personally y’all I loved the book, mainly because of how different and refreshing it is from other books.

I know this book had a co-writer, and honestly I’m glad there was a co-writer because I think the co-writer understood something that I felt like Rick has underplayed in many of his books.

How trauma affects people.

I mean this book was FULL of it, and I think it really flew over a lot of people’s heads as to how crucial Will and Nico’s past experiences and trauma’s shape them as they are and their whole relationship - now let’s go into more detail. 

First I want to say - to me this wasn’t a book about them going on a quest to Tartarus to save Bob. To me this was the story of Solangelo. I mean we literally have the nymph ask them both to tell them the story of them. And the book shifts between their current conflicts, while showing the past of how they came to be, how that led up to them now.

And I also want to remind you guys that they’re both 15 year olds, and that they’ve only been together for almost a year. Their relationship is still developing, but for what already is there? I am so surprised and honestly amazed and proud of how strong they are together, they balance each other out perfectly.

Let’s start with Will. 

I keep hearing about Will being shown as a chill guy that is laid back and stuff - but I feel like you guys are literally forgetting BOO Solace who literally made it his point to be adamant about having Nico realize he wanted to be his friend, and how he takes on the burden of healing every camper that comes to his infirmary. Like this boy ain’t chill - he’s got fucking anxiety y’all!!!!

But I loved reading Will’s POV and I loved reading the way he viewed himself and his relationship with Nico. Will is a son of Apollo, and he hasn’t been out in the real world as much as other demigods have like Percy and Annabeth and Nico, and the other 7. Sure he was at the Battle of Manhattan and he went through some things in the Gaea war, and some with Nero BUT actually going into a quest willingly like that? He never has, so he may not have as much of an understanding as other demigods will about their time in war and their struggles.

Will also didn’t have the same upbringing as Nico. He is a completely different individual. And I’m bringing this point because of the moments in the books where Will would talk badly about the Underworld and where he didn’t seem to understand it the way Nico did. 

Of course he wouldn’t understand it the way Nico did - he wasn’t Nico, but also he was surrounded by people who viewed the Underworld as a creepy place, so yeah Will kinda got roped into that stereotype. But you know what I admire about Will? That he recognized that he didn’t understand, and that he tried to view it the way Nico did, and eventually he did. Like sure he realized Nico would get irritated with him at times - but also they weren’t talking about what was really bothering them in those moments - so both of them had a right to be upset. 

I think Will was just also afraid of Nico going back to his old ways. We saw throughout the book that he was afraid of Nico leaving him, that he’d realize they’re too different - his insecurities about it. Because Will hasn’t gone through what Nico went through, and by the book, they’re supposed to be polar oppostites, but he didn’t let that stop him from from trying to understand his boyfriend. 

Will also had trauma with feeling like he had to fix everyone. He was a healer, he was the son of apollo, optimism and fixing things was his thing. I think the important thing towards the end of the book is him realizing he didn’t need to fix anyone, especially not Nico. Because Nico didn’t need fixing, he just needed someone who accepted him and understood him as he is. And Will came to understand that when he said he didn’t want to keep a version he made in his head of Nico, because he recognized that he was trying to fix him all along and was going about it the wrong way. Will allowed himself to accept some of his own darkness, which in turn gave Nico some of his light. Honestly it was truly beautiful that they added that part about love isn’t about people coming to save you from your tragic life and make you sudddenly love yourself. As per will and persephone’s convo - love is a choice made everyday. to understand and accept the person you want to be with. 

Now with Nico

Honestly it felt so refreshing to read Nico that was a lot happier and more himself and comfortable in his skin. To read about him accepting himself and being proud of it and being so openly affectionate with his boyfriend and vulnerable, is a complete 180 - and it goes to show how much he has healed because he himself DECIDED he didn’t want to shut people out of his life anymore

The patience Nico also had with Will in understanding that will was a different person so it would be harder for him to understand his second home was incredibly important, bc even tho he got irritated at him for it, he also recognized that he couldn’t be mad about something that someone didn’t understand. but he also saw how much will was trying, and will came around towards the end. they talked about what bothered them, they had their fights, but they RESOLVED IT.

another thing i loved about nico is his ability to want to understand another person and see their perspective. he did it with nyx and i thought that was so powerful, because it showed how he doesn’t see things in black and white, that he understands that the way people were brought up affect how they are in the real world, why he is the way he is. but he also doesn’t let it excuse them for their actions.

this whole book was about changing your life because YOU wanted to. understanding and accepting your past and trauma and learning to live with it BECAUSE you wanted to. Understanding one another to make a better relationship BECAUSE love is a choice.

the message is right there!!

so yeah, this book wasnt about a quest to save bob

it was their story, and it was absolutely amazing

the story of how they got together, their first kiss (which hello even if it was after the death of jason, they had gone months dating each other and let me just say the gays have a way of being impulsive mfs lollll, i still thought it was so them) the way they took care of each other, and the kisses, and the jokes, and the ways they understood each other so well and their train of thoughts and the sun lamp and the tokens and the ring and just them 

they’re soulmates

anyway ty for coming to my ted talk, this book was amazing and i loved it

[inbarfink]

I already talked about, like, the Obvious Symbolism of Simon reaching his lowest point literally dressed like the Ice King and then gradually gets back to his old outfit as he starts climbing out of his depressive spiral, at least somewhat.

But it’s also really interesting, maybe even more interesting, how Fionna’s outfit has been gradually shifting and changing with basically every adventure.

My first thought was that it really shows Fionna coming into her own as a character. The more she grows and also the more character development she gets - the more the audience learns to see her as more than just Girl Finn - the more her outfit moves away from just being a slightly girlier version of Finn’s classic look and into being its own thing. 

Because Fionna is her own character. 

But my second thought was more about the first time Fionna’s classic outfit got an update in this series.

This wouldn’t really relate to my first reading, since it just kinda makes her outfit closer to Finn. But it does relate to the most important Theme that her character arc revolves around - Fantasy versus Reality.

Fionna starts out the story interacting with the idea of magical adventure and heroism via the lens of fantasy. She compares everything to video games and just thinks about everything in terms of it being cool and fun and she literally tries to chase down a person from her dreams.

And her mindset was probably only reinforced by discovering she was literally created to be the Main Character in God’s little fantasy universe literally created out of self-indulgence for his silly little stories.

And because of that, she starts out the story with a huge Protagonist-Centered-Morality blind spot where she can’t recognize when she and Cake are in the wrong

And she rushes into action and violence just thinking it’s ‘cool’

And, like, in general acting without thinking of the consequences.

And at basically every step of this adventure, these kinda actions clashed against the reality of her situation. And it all started when she pointed out to her own creator that the outfit he designed for her is cute - but extremely unrealistic for an adventurer like herself

And from there we move to Fionna experiencing more and more of the harsh consequences of assuming everything should fit into her fantasies of heroes and villains 

And that she should punch first and ask questions later 

And in general that it’s always better to trust her guts over her head. 

And with every one of her experiences, the bright and adorable outfit that is a reminder of her origin as God’s Most Self-Indulgent OC gets tweaked in more way - turning it into something that looks a lot more, for the lack of a better word, gritty. And also turning it further and further away from the outfit of her own literal fantasies.

And all of these horrible traumatic experiences and the general dangers of the magical and very different world she’s in have all weathered down Fionna’s original optimism and eagerness and brashness that originally defined her and turned her terribly overprotective and scared instead. And it really reminds of how Simon’s own trauma weathered him down. 

Turning him from a kind man with a passion for adventure and the fantastical and a powerful parental instinct to a miserable jerk who aches for mundanity and made a little girl cry

Until he got to his very lowest point.

So I’m guessing next up for Fionna is getting to see her regain some of her old identity that the Trauma has been tearing away at - getting back some of that cheerfulness and brash attitude and adventurous spirit. Because while it has put herself and her teammates and others in serious troubles - it’s also been a huge help at other times (especially as she's a good counterbalance to Simon ‘slow but dependable’ Petrikov)

She needs to find the balance, learning the lessons from her multiverse adventure without losing all the things that made her Fionna Campbell in the first place.

And I wonder if this development is gonna be paralleled with a return of some of the more ‘classic’ elements of her look - or if her outfit is instead going to diverge farther?

[puppy-steve]

kinda nervous about posting this one. i started writing a scene from a sex club au that i thought of on the spot featuring chrissy/argyle and platonic eddie and chrissy. there's about 10k of backstory that is briefly mentioned and i'll be happy to go into detail if yall want

(chrissy and eddie are strictly platonic and they have no desire to actually be intimate with each other, but their relationship does blur the line a little between queerplatonic and romantic in this i think. eddie is gay and crushing heavily on steve, who is also a member of the club)

he finds her in the sitting room off of the foyer with argyle. as it is with the rest of the house, they're not the only people occupying the space—the two sofas bracketing the mattress on the floor are hosting three couples in various stages of activities already.

chrissy swivels her hips in circles on argyle's cock, hands planted on his stomach for balance, her breathy moans loud and distinct over everyone else's.

eddie definitely feels over dressed as he enters the room and carefully saddles up behind his best friend. chrissy lets out a surprised mewl and looks back at him with wet eyes, glassy from the way her cunt is being stretched open.

"hey there, princess," eddie says, a comforting hand on her hip, gently guiding her along with the movement of argyle's slow thrusts.

chrissy tilts her head back on his shoulder and her lips find eddie's in a deep kiss, muffling her little trills and soft cries as argyle's dick touches every sensitive nerve inside her.

"eddie," she gasps into his mouth, a shaky hand coming up to rest on the side of his face.

eddie flashes her a teasing grin. "oh, you're feeling good, aren't you, sweetheart?" he coos, pressing closer to her back.

she only nods and leans her full weight back against his chest as argyle's big hands circle her hips, letting herself be used and manhandled however argyle sees fit.

"yeah?" eddie kisses her shoulder and tangles one of their hands together. "he treatin' you good? fucking you how you like?"

always looking out for her and making sure nobody's taking advantage of her at these parties. always makes sure she knows where he is in the house and that she remembers their code word should she need it.

"f'kin' me s'good, eds," chrissy slurs, head lolling across his shoulder, a pretty pink blush coloring her cheeks and trailing down her neck and chest.

he feels his heart swell in his chest with affection. it's been so long since he's seen chrissy be so at ease with someone. maybe it's the fact that argyle is new to their club—that he doesn't know about the scandal that almost caused their disbanding. about all the trauma that chrissy had to endure for five years.

eddie pinches one of her nipples and chrissy keens, arching into it but also biting eddie's earlobe in retaliation, making eddie chuckle.

"me and steve are gonna head out, go back to his place." eddie trails soft kisses along the line of her shoulder and her throat. her body is still rocking between them at a comfortable speed. he glances down and argyle is watching them with a peaceful expression.

"don't mind me, brochacho," he says with an easy smile. "i'm just here to treat the pretty lady to a good time."

a point for him in eddie's book.

chrissy squeezes his hand. "m'fine, eddie," she pants, her eyes sliding shut with a moan as argyle hits a sensitive spot. "go have fun with your boytoy, argy'll take care of me."

eddie lets the boytoy comment slide, only because he's so happy for his friend, but it doesn't keep him from leveling argyle the most threatening look he can muster over chrissy's shoulder.

"you treat my girl right, argyle," he warns, fully prepared to be the attack dog he's branded himself as, but his hackles lower at the good-natured two finger salute argyle gives him.

"no problemo, my good dude," he says, one of his honest to god paws coming up to cover one of chrissy's tits and squeeze, making her mewl and shiver.

it's a testament to how close their friendship is that eddie knows chrissy loves having her tits and nipples played with and chrissy knows that eddie loves his balls squeezed while he's being sucked off.

"i'll call you tomorrow." he tilts chrissy's head to peck her lips once more, and then again because she likes being kissed and she deserves to feel good. "love you."

"love you," chrissy returns as eddie slowly separates himself from her back. as he does, argyle heaves himself up into a sitting position and holds chrissy in the cradle of his hips as she rides him, taking his cock as deep as it'll go with his mouth on her nipple.

eddie knows she's in good hands when he sees argyle hold her close like he's already caught onto the fact that chrissy is the best thing that'll ever happen to his life.

[popcornpieispissedoff]

A Pile Of Canon Divergent Danganronpa Headcanons:

The students absolutely did not get along when they first enrolled, they were all legit getting on each others' nerves and every other day was a shouting match.

Byakuya doesn't mind Ultimate Impostor's presence most of the time, but there have been times when he was seriously creeped out by Impostor.

After they adopted Kotoko, Hifumi collected all his loli/shotacon and invited Kotoko to help him burn it. Seeing the damage adults did to Kotoko has him rethinking his tastes in manga altogether.

If Kiyotaka catches anyone running in the halls he will drag them to that person's starting point and make them walk back to their destination.

When Gonta inevitably found out that Hiyoko liked squishing ants, he sat her in front of the biggest anthill he could find and unloaded ant facts on her. This bored the habit right out of Hiyoko.

Everyone has accidentally locked themselves out of the school at least once.

Over time, everyone noticed that Mikan was tripping over less and less. Though she attributes it to learning balance from Sakura, she subconsciously knows it's because she doesn't need the attention anymore.

Mikan wants to cure Nagito's terminal illnesses, but fears that Nagito's luck would kill him if she does so.

Mikan cares deeply for the Warriors of Hope, and is a key player in their rehabilitation.

The virtual Jabberwock Island from Danganronpa S is still there...but the students actually built it to get away from their oppressive dickhead superiors that they hate. It has the 50 day summer camp mode for all of them, or a solo mode for anyone to set a specific amount of time within the virtual world to unwind.

[Very slowly lays hand on Masaru's head as to not trigger his trauma of being slapped] This boy can fit so many cuddles and kisses.

Jataro won't just let you hug him, the little mf will let you s q u i s h him into your body with all your love and might. As long as he can still breathe he will be happy and let you hold him.

Kirumi cracks pretty easy under stress. She doesn't lash out at everyone so much as she curls up against the nearest wall and rocks herself.

Don't ask Kirumi to reenact Jackass with you, or she will absolutely overcomplicate the assignment and seriously injure herself. She does not comprehend physical comedy, much less the line where physical comedy becomes everyone around her fearing for her life.

Ryota straight up lives in the walls along with the balding Monokuma from V3. Junko and Ultimate Impostor are the only ones who know, but neither of them have been successful at getting Ryota out of his shell.

Korekiyo has been given an intervention by all the girls at Hope's Peak. It ended with eight hours of group hugging. Korekiyo is feeling better now.

Korekiyo and Kirumi have routinely fought over the air conditioning.

Masaru will bite anyone at least once, but for reasons only known to himself, he likes biting clowns the most. He will hunt down any clown that appears in his field of vision and not stop until he gets a bite.

If Gonta finds any insect traps or insecticides, he throws them down the garbage chute.

Hajime is still Izuru, but it's an open secret. His classmates love him no matter what his identity is. <3

Reserve Course students weren't so chill about Izuru, however-they wanted Jin Kirigiri's BLOOD. And the Ultimates just kinda let them do it for treating their friend as a lab rat.

One winter when the heater broke everyone slept together in the gym until it was fixed. We're talking a pile of blankets that was three feet thick.

They legit would not trade each other for the world except for Kokichi and even then Suichi would still be sad about it

Mahiru doesn't like taking pictures of Ryoma because his weirdly large eyes reflect all the light and the result always looks terrifying.

Someone kept leaving a stuffed toy clown in random places around the school...until they adopted Masaru and he promptly bit the shit out of it.

Ibuki tried playing from the rooftop once. It took 8 hours to find her, 4 hours to coax her down, and 2 hours to soothe her afterwards.

Nanokumas like to move things around when nobody's looking.

All Ultimates are prone to getting the zoomies. It ranges from Leon running around in circles to Sakura almost leveling the school.

Reserve Course students like to observe the Ultimates because Ultimates are all stupid fucking dorks and watching them accidentally stir up chaos is great entertainment.

Hope Fragments appear when a student feels their happiest. It forms within the body and gets hacked up like a hairball.

Gonta routinely has nightmares about being caught in a venus flytrap.

Fuyuhiko has become aware of Yasuhiro's debt to his family, and holds it over his head.

Peko wonders if her parents know about her becoming an Ultimate.

Junko is trying really, really hard to feign apathy towards her classmates in the name of Despair, but no one buys it.

Mukuro and Peko like to spar together, and they're pretty evenly matched.

Miu is soft (by Miu standards) towards Chihiro.

Miu becomes very anxious and needy at the mere thought of graduating from Hope's Peak and moving away from her friends.

More to come when my brain cells wake up and remind me who these people are

[yesokayiknow]

anything on 13 and 14 for the bigeneration?

-since there’s already two of them, fourteen never gets shot, which means fifteen won’t be around for a while yet 😔. it also means that both the doctors play their own games against the toymaker! fourteen sticks with highest card, thirteen goes with mario kart (and wins, for the record. yes she will be holding the fact that she won her game and fourteen lost over his head forever. oh what’s that his game was pure chance and doesn’t have anything to do with his level of skill? tough)

-donna's spare room only has one bed, and they argue over who gets it for like an hour (thirteen's like i sleep on the floor a lot anyway it's fine you take the bed and fourteen's like you literally died like 5 hours ago YOU take the bed) until donna's like Why Doesn't Somebody Take The Fucking Sofa. that somebody is thirteen bc fourteen's really tall lmao. donna comes downstairs the next morning to find fourteen curled up on the floor next to the sofa anyway and is like hm i sure hope this won't be representative of their general relationship!

-for the first week, thirteen is very much not fun to be around for reasons of she literally just fucking died and was kind of hoping that it would mean she didn't have to deal with any of that unresolved trauma (spoiler alert it's still there but It's Worse Now). eventually even fourteen starts avoiding her, which makes it ten times worse (turns out she's uh kinda bleeding psychically. that's what happens when two aliens rip open your memories again and again and then your best enemy forces a regeneration on you). this goes on until she snaps at rose, at which point donna sits her down in the shed and is like we're going to talk or else i will physically kick you out. an hour (and a lot of tears) later she brings fourteen in too. they end up having semi regular check in sessions after that and it really does help

-around a month in, they just Vanish and the tardis is gone too, and donna's like well they could've left a fucking note. but i get it. and then rose is like mum come look!!! and takes her into the shed, which is now bigger on the inside and has two full rooms, one with rose's workshop (now with a bunch of vintage sewing and knitting machines in) and one with the tardis and a hammock (for thirteen) and a sofa bed (for fourteen). donna's like oh you definitely should be in seperate rooms you guys are unhealthily close and they're like we can't hear you over our amazing coping methods

-yeah they're like. really codependent. they also have vastly different ways of getting comfort (fourteen needs to be touching somebody at all times, and also loves comfortable silences; thirteen needs a five foot cube of personal space and also can't stop talking ever Or Else The Thoughts Get Her) which isn't a super great way to live tbh! luckily you kinda need surgical tools to seperate donna and fourteen, and rose and thirteen can talk at each other for hours, so it kinda balances out. the fact that they physically need to interact with other people really helps dskjldsajklds

-while fourteen isn't ten, he's just like a more mature version of him, so he slots very easily back into donna and wilf (and even sylvia)'s lives. thirteen, on the other hand, is a completely new person, and does often feel a little out of place. once everyone else realises she feels like this they're like what the fuck are you talking about. you're sad and feral. that's the doctor

-they do eventually get better with uh lots of therapy and also getting desk jobs at unit (fourteen ends up more with the organisational side while thirteen is just Generally Sciencey. she has like forty experiments going at once. kate only knows about around 2/3 of them) plus the shed expands eventually and thirteen gets her own workshop and tinkering really helps calm her down. meanwhile fourteen starts getting into baking, and that helps him too. they both just really needed a breather, yknow?

[rotdistressxox]

DARLINGGGGG GUESS WHOS BACK FROM THE PYSCHE WARD!!

im currently brainrotting over agito as you can see..can you write how you think he would meet reader and how their relationship would develop into romance with him? like actually i sat at work for like 15 minutes trying to think how but i actually cannot cook anything up.

(Also I'm seeing the ghost stuff and I'm interested...gonna have to do research for dis one☝️)

sorry if i keep sending you silly asks😞

—🪡 anon

JOIN US WE HAVE SEXY POPES WHO DOUBLE AS FRONTMEN AND FREAKY GHOULS. Listen to them, I highly recommend listening to the meliora and prequelle album before delving any deeper. Watch some YouTube videos abt the lore. PLUS THEY HAVE LITTLE EPISODES <3

Time for some more Cakemaster 9000

Phew, this took a while

Kanoh Agito: How does he fall for you?

• Like what I mentioned in one of the headcanons, you work for Katahara. While Agito doesn't directly work for him apart from beint his representative fighter, he's technically his family AND The Fang.

• However, you two hardly see eachother when on the job. BUT-

• You two visit the same coffee shop. He loves his morning Latte, and you love (insert your favorite Cafe drink here)

• When you first started working, you were surprised to see the Kanoh Agito at a small coffee shop.

• He usually greets and addresses you formally, not interested in any small talk.

• "Sheesh, what a stick in the mud" It's not that he was trying to be rude, but he did come off a little condescending when he greeted you. (He has tone issues)

• One day you woke up late and didn't have time to stop and get your usual.

• He notices your absence. "They can't be sick, they showed no signs of it two days ago"

• Long story short, he picks up your order and goes looking for you. Once he finds you, he stiffly hands it to you. "You were late I presume. I picked this up for you"

• Everyone in the room was shocked. The cold hearted Fang buying someone a drink? You smiled warmly and looked into his eyes "Thank you, this was very kind of you"

• His breathing hitched, and he felt speechless. Was he....flustered? "Don't let it happen again, you work for the Chairman afterall"

• You obviously didn't let it happen again....buuuttt it was super sweet how he seemed to care about you enough to get you something.

• To return the favor, you arrived earlier and got him his Latte. Listen, he was speechless before, now he was in shock. He didn't show it though. In his lifetime no one had ever bought him anything or returned a favor. There was a first time for everything.

• You saw through his attempt to hide the baffled expression on his face. It was kinda- cute.

• "Why have you done this?" "Why not? I'm just repaying you" "I-" "Shush, just take the drink, it's burning my hand"

• He has to get there before you now to ensure that he sees you. He's a bit friendlier with the greetings, too. Don't expect a smile though, just a softer glance in your direction.

• When he was around you, he didn't feel like he needed to be The Fang of Metsudo. You didn't hold him to any higher standard when you chatted, you didn't bother holding back a few curses. He felt as if his soul was on Earth instead of hanging in the balance.

• On one of your off days, the two of you get coffee and sit down for once. Finally having a slower paced discussion. It lasted a few hours, you did most of the talking while he had a response to almost anything. There was a lot he didn't know about pop culture.

• Coffee dates became your thing, even though it wasn't technically a date. More like two friends hanging out. Discussions got into deeper topics like pasts and whatnot.

• Agito decided that he could trust you, so he opened up about the Human Gu Ritual. He didn't know what trauma was, so you explained to him that his feelings and memories about that time in his life would be very traumatic.

• "I'm glad you could tell me that, but are you okay? If I had something like that on my chest I'd cry" "I'm quite alright, I'm not fazed in the slightest but I had no idea the caliber of the topic. I hope I didn't ruin the conversation"

• You tapped your cheek and sighed. "Have you ever been hugged before?" Agito thought for a second. The embracing gesture? The only physical contact he's hand was a pat on the shoulder or when he's fighting.

• "No, I don't think I have" "Well today's your lucky day, bring it in"

• He froze as you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him into you. His heartbeat raced as he thought of what to do. "Just tell me if you don't like it" you squeezed him gently. He awkwardly put his hand behind your back and rested it there.

• You let go after a few seconds, but he didn't want you to. "How was it?" You smiled.

• "I'm not sure" He smoothed out his suit, trying to relax himself after what just happened.

• A few days passed and you haven't seen him anywhere. He wasn't at work or at the coffee shop. You start to worry. Did you drive him away? Was the hug too much? Oh god was he dead?

• All the while Agito was keeping an eye on you from afar. Not letting you see him, but he could see you. He felt very fragile after that day, he almost felt ashamed. He wasn't good at managing his emotions. And what happened moved him in a way that frightened him.

• He summons the courage to talk to Katahara Metsudo about how he felt. He was the only parental figure he had in a sense.

• "You are a grown man. Is this really a difficult concept to grasp?" Katahara looked out the window of his office. "I'm inexperienced, these feelings are foreign to me"

• 'He's not referring to himself as we and us anymore, this must be serious' Katahara turned around. "To put it simply" he laughed "Tell (Reader) everything you told me"

• "I have a strong regard for you" Agito came clean. You know how I said there was a first time for everything? Well he had a hint of red on his cheeks. This beast of a man, blushing? Utterly adorable

• "So you're saying you love me?" That's the word. Love. He nodded. "Well. Say it then. There's nothing holding you back"

• He pauses for a moment, he's not exactly fond of eye contact. But this was for (Reader)

• "I love you"

• You wrap your arms around his waist again. "That's all I needed to hear"

• His lips curled into a smile as he looked down at you. You parted from the hug and tilted your head to the side. "Wanna go out to a restaurant sometime?"

• "Are you asking me out on...what is it that they call it...a date?" "Yes" you stated bluntly. Beating around the bush or teasing wouldn't get far in this situation.

• "We can talk about plans later, I have important matters to attend to" he look your hand and grazed his lips on you knuckles. Planting a small kiss on it.

• "Now where did you learn that?" "It's a romantic gesture they do on television" you bite your lip from calling him a dork.

• "I'll meet with you later about this date. Until we see eachother again" He leaves, and you're alone again.

• Man, you're already falling for him. It's not like you'd hate dating him. But you didn't want to be head over heels just yet. You looked at your knuckles and sighed "Ah what the hell, being love isn't that bad"

[oneforthemunny]

if you could headcanon angst fot each eddie what would it be? (youre hesrtbreakingly good at angst)

mafia!eddie’s is easy. angst about you getting hurt bc of his job. he got ‘sloppy’ (he didn’t) and trusted the wrong person or did the wrong thing. it’s his worst fear come true, repeating history. he’d go into nearly a mania state of paranoia trying to prevent it. a spiraling rampage and just completely loses his mind in a way.

older!eddie i’d say it’s the angst of gina. past relationship trauma and really the verbal and mental abuse she put him in. specifically, left him in when they divorced. how self conscious it made him, how anxious it made him, how deeply just fucked up and skewed his perception of love was.

modern!eddie it would be a good old fashioned break up. he’s too immature in the relationship. one too many fight about forgetting things, her having to do everything. just too much, really, and they break up. he’s in a deep depression after. genuinely heart broken but tbh needs to happen bc he’s gotta grow up a little.

rockstar!eddie is definitely when he does coke and is with the kids. i’m standing with that anon from ages ago (i think it was on the old blog maybe?) but twins are newborns, he’s trying to balance still working and touring and making music, being a dad to four young kids, and being a husband. he’s exhausted but he can’t be, does some coke, nb notices somethings off with how weird he’s been and finds it. she leaves him and goes to farrah’s. he absolutely loses his shit, spirals way out of control, checks himself into like a rehab spa place bc he’s not addicted really but he wants to learn healthy coping skills. has a teeny tiny nervous breakdown too from just everything.

cowboy!eddie is coming. trust.

dom!eddie this feels generic but he takes it too far. not physically but emotionally if that’s makes sense. i think early in the relationship, they’re kinda figuring out what they like, what they don’t. it’s easy with physical things bc he can see it. but he wants to do emotional too. says some hurtful shit in the name of “degrading” which she takes personally. he didn’t mean it but why did he say that, let alone think it (spoiler he heard it in a porno and thought it would be good to say lol). just very angsty miscommunication. definitely helps them establish hard lines on what goes and what doesn’t. realizes she likes being humiliated more than degraded so important in their dynamic but yikes. not fun.

bouncer!eddie he cheats on her. he’s so flirty anyways like that’s just his personality. he’s drunk, she’s not there, gets his dick sucked in the hideout bathroom after a gig when he’s so fucking drunk he can barely stand and sobs after he cums. he’s a wreck about telling you. decides not to lie (bc people there def saw it) and it’s horrendous. absolutely just angst and more angst and he didn’t mean to, you don’t believe him. worst of all you have to WORK together omfg. very not great.

janitor!eddie i pretty much destroyed him with ‘some sunny day’ so that? if it was with reader related, it’s definitely when he gets jealous over nothing. accuses her of cheating and flirting and taking advantage of him and being horrible, because one of the other teachers were flirting with her and she was uncomfortable. but he doesn’t try to hear her side of thing, just assumes and accuses and is deeply insecure, and like can’t be doing that lol.

[horrorisunknowntoyou]

[Simon "Ghost" Riley x Wife!-Reader] Headcanons

A/n: my birthday is today! so I wrote this as a treat for myself. I been hella sick and unwell so yeah :) also there's a lack of fluff and domestic stuff so I'm here to provide! + Birthday stuff at the end! 🎂 🎉

TW// dark topics, mentioned of Simon's trauma and mental illness, It's like brief.

Song recommendations:

Somewhere Only We Know - Keane

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You been married to Ghost for a long time, hell the task force didn't even know you existed until later this year or so.

Your meeting with your husband's buddies/co-workers (?) was quite a pleasant suprised.

Captain price was a lovely fellow, very much the father figure of the group. But he can be very cruel if need be.

Soap was.... interesting, you understand why your husband both love/hate the guy. But he was definitely fun to talk to. He was the most surprised to see you.

Gaz was a sweetheart, nice young man. Funny definitely. Didn't talk much.

Laswell was nice, she seem like the cool aunt type to drink wine or something.

But they definitely were surprised at the revelation that Ghost was married. Which isn't surprising considering the type of man he is.

(also you definitely showed the team your guys wedding photos/videos much to Ghost's protest.)

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But speaking of marriage, you been married to Ghost for around 5ish years. You met him by chance during an errand. It was really cliche, you accidentally bumped into him. And he was very awkward, and kinda stood their staring at you. You just laughed it off.

In some sense, you two were polar opposites that was interchangeable. He was the moon and you were the sun, etc. You balance each other out.

Also if it isn't obvious, both of you have some sense of dark humor. His was more shitty dad jokes and yours was offensive ones or very niche references to stuff. *Cough." Tumblr "Cough."

Also considering your husband, you were used to his interest in the morbid or macabre. Of course you had to tell him to dial it down so it doesn't hurt him. Specifically his interest in live leak. Also cause you didn't want to see that.

You were also the only person who could properly calm him down, or deal with his anger issues. Reminding him, it's fine to take a step away to breathe. Of course in the beginning it was hard but, you learn to understand him well.

You knew his triggers, his traumas and fears, of course it took ALOT of time and trust for him to even tell you this. But he slowly open himself to you and vice versa.

Also one of his bad habits, be it anger issues, but he sometimes unintentionally gaslight you. You know it means no harm but sometimes it can get overwhelming or lead up to fights. He tries his best not to do it often.

He may not be a great person for comfort, mainly sitting besides you or awkward hugs. But it's obvious he tries his best and that's enough for you.

And he's very protective of you considering what he's been through.

He trained you to defend yourself and how to use a firearm in emergencies just in case. It helps put his minds in ease. But as mentioned earlier, due to his anger issues. He will have the urge to fight anyone who upsets you or hurts you. That's the only time you can't hold him back much to your pleas.

But at the same time, you, yourself is highly protective of him. Of course he's more then capable to defend himself afterall he's a highly experienced military man. Who's 6'4 and 200+ pounds, but even so you will protect him. After all you love him with all your heart. Of course being a civilian, there's not much you can do but you try. And I think that's enough for him.

Also both of you have this weird complex of "I'll put my life aside for my significant other." You both definitely need to work on it.

He also knows your triggers and issues, he doesn't fault you for it. Be it whatever you suffer from, he's always willing to help you, or at least something to lean on.

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Domestic life between the two of you is interesting.

First things first, Simon wears his mask even at home. He doesn't show his face often and you don't really mind it. As it just became part of him in some sense.

However he has to do face mask with you to make sure 1. His face is handled and cleaned, 2. To wash his masks and hoodies he wears. It makes you cringe at how dirty his mask are.

You two also sometimes play videogames, funny enough first person shooters. You suck at it though, your not terrible but Simon dies inside when your aim is shit. However you force Simon to play Just Dance with you so that's a win in your book!

Also chores between the two of your are planned out before hand so not much issues between that, but if you both are tired you just order out take out lol.

Also surprisingly, Simon's a really good cook he's just lazy or pretends to suck because he doesn't want soap to know. lol

You both have your own specialized mugs to drink tea or coffee in it.

Simon likes to play and brush your hair, it kinda calms him down. He sometimes braid it or style it. You have no idea why he knows how to do this but you ain't complaining.

Simon is also a HUGE sucker for cuddles, either be it sleeping or laying down in the couch. But specifically in bed he's either sleeping as if he's in a casket or he's holding you protectively around his arms. No in-between.

In the more colder months, even though you have your own hoodies, Ghost allows you to wear one his. It engulfs you and it's very comfortable to be in.

But you, you love spoiling Simon. It being some expensive knife he wanted or little charm to add on his weapon. The glee in his eyes make it worth it at times, especially the slight hints of red brushed on him. Of course you respect his boundaries and not overdo it.

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During Ghost's deployment he likes to keep a picture of you, either a simple picture within his pocket or a locket he hear around his neck.

Same goes for you, you mainly have a picture of him sleeping peacefully while watching TV as your wallpaper, You smile at it every time.

You also have a Polaroid that you keep on deck in your wallet. It has a little note on the back from Ghost. It's cute.

You even have your own version of his skull mask for you too wear, if you feel lonely when he's away weeks at a time.

He does worry his work will put you in harms way or affect you negativity. It plagues his mind and it makes it hard for him to sleep in his cot or wherever.

You do get lonely while he's away, but you manage it.

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+ [Birthday stuff!] Characters are ooc lmao

When it's your birthday, Simon is alot more soft around you. He truly does care about you, and thankful for you in his life.

You usually have a small birthday party at your guys house with the task force (and some people of your choosing ) Especially, by now you really grew accustomed to them and it felt like a family to you.

You knew the first time round, they definitely struggled, as it was a surprise party. And Soap and Ghost were arguing over the placement of the banner.

Price was absolutely tired but gaz and Laswell (+ her wife) kept you distracted so you didn't even notice much to his relief.

Eventually Ghost sort it out, much to Soap nagging.

And when gaz and others brought back you were surprised with a birthday party.

You were so happy, you almost cried at how sweet everyone is. You were so thankful for this.

You had alot of fun with everything, they absolutely tried, it was like birthday party mixed potluck. It was fun!

There was also a bunch of moments you remembered.

One, Soap got drunk lmao. After the pinatas in which Gaz got most of the candy in his sweater, Soap starting doing some karaoke thing. He was singing California girls. The best thing though, you recorded it and you can see in video Ghost giving him a death stare.

You and Gaz did rock, paper, scissors over shots. You don't drink but it was fun till price like any father figure immediately stops it before it goes out of hand.

Also did you guys get a bounce castle knowing very well you all are grown adults? Yes.

You have alot of videos of it, mainly ghost and soap wrestling each other in the castle. Even though ghost refused to at first but soap pissed him off lol.

Laswell and price mainly stated out there.

You however joined in, and almost gave Ghost a heart attack when you grapped the roof part of the bouncy castle and got lifted up. He immediately pulled you down.

Gaz was the kid who mainly stated in the corner on his phone. But he did join in for a couple of games.

After that mess, you guys did the birthday cake. It was you favorite cake with white candles. And you say at the center of the table, and smiled.

They sang happy birthday and you blew out your candles.

Opening presents was a mess, you had alot of presents, that you didn't expect. Ghost obviously gave them tips what to get you.

You have alot of photos/videos of you opening the gifts.

Overall it was a really fun! You were the second person to fall asleep. Soap was asleep on the couch, you fell asleep on the recliner hidden in a hoodie.

Gaz fell asleep on two party chairs like it was normal. The rest either left or talked.

Overall you had a really fun night.

Also Ghost definitely teased you the next day over the stupid shit you did. But he's happy you enjoyed it.

[hecckyeah]

Listen. I know, I KNOW we all have mixed feelings about the finale. Just in the last hour, I’ve read at least five posts on each side, some saying it was the best thing filoni’s ever created, and some literally cursing his guts. As I watched it, I was leaning much more to the how dare you, I waited two years for this and this sucks side, but I had a good night of sleep and some thought, and. I think everyone is overreacting.

Some thoughts.

First, I do think it should have been an animated Rebels season 5. I am partial to live action in general and I’m so glad we got such fantastic casting. But Filoni really shines in the animated world. Live action has limits that animation laughs at, and with all of Dave’s creativity and parallels and callbacks and history in animation, it would have suited this show better. Granted, the viewership might have been worse than it already was, but who’s to say?

Secondly, of course the whole thing was a setup for future movies/shows. It would have been near impossible for this to be a standalone series, with only 8 episodes and so much at stake. I still have absolutely zero idea how this fits in with the s*quels, but I hope it’s all part of the plan to safely extract our (Filoni’s) favorite characters before all hell breaks loose on the narrative.

BUT. Just because it was a setup doesn’t make the story any less meaningful. Dave is the master of arcs within arcs within arcs within arcs. There was the mini arc of Ahsoka and Anakin, reconciling very (very very) complicated feelings and Ahsoka coming to grips with her past as a child soldier and forgiving Anakin for the choices and mistakes he made. There was the mini arc of Hera in the New Republic and how she has to balance her loyalty to the government that she helped to establish with her loyalty to her family (something I don’t think we’ve seen the last of). There was the mini arc of (obviously) finding Ezra!!!! HE’S HOME, YOU GUYS. Sabine did the selfless thing and sent him home after a decade to have a fighting chance to reunite with his family. And to meet Kanan’s son and to see the beauty that Lothal has turned into and to hug his adoptive mom. And she has full faith in him that he will be back to get her, or that she’ll find a way to go back. Because she now has knowledge that he didn’t before, and with Ahsoka’s help and probably Shin and Baylan too, there’s no way they won’t Jedi their way out of this. (*cough* world between worlds *cough*) Also seeing Morai was a HUGE plot twist. I, for one, can’t WAIT to see what’s up with that.

FINALLY. and I think this is something that Star Wars fans (dare I call them fans anymore?) seem to always forget is that Star Wars……. Kinda sucks. It always has. No one in their right mind would say that Star Wars is a literary masterpiece or anything close to that. Star Wars is great because you are literally required to take it all with a grain of salt. Nothing goes at face value. You have to overlook things for the rest to make sense. You cherry pick your favorite parts and ignore the rest. Do I know absolutely anything about mandalore and their political history?? Not one single thing. But could I explain to you the nuances of the aptly-named Disaster Lineage and how generation trauma comes in more ways than by blood?? I could write PAGES. There’s so much history and lore and side characters and branches of story and nuance that no one can ever fit it all together perfectly, no matter how good of a storyteller they are. You have to pick a niche and run with it, and that’s exactly what Dave Filoni is doing. AND that’s what we as fans need to do. If you’re mad that he didn’t address the chiss as a whole or delve into the mysteries of the nightsisters or expand on what happened between Ahsoka and Sabine in depth, then I’m sorry, but you’ve come to the wrong place. Put on a pair of rose colored glasses and cry at Ezra’s reunions with the rest of us.

I’ve stopped expecting perfection from any major franchise (haven’t watched a marvel show or movie since TF&TWS) because the bigger they get, the less they’re going to appeal to the general fan base. And Ahsoka was no different. But it did accomplish one thing: bringing Ezra Bridger home after 10 years, and I think that is all we actually need to worry about for now.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

[ariiloveskeanu]

I just read your Vincent de gramont head canons and I thought they were really wholesome!!! If you have the time (no pressure, lol) could you do a one shot where the reader accidentally walks in on Vincent while working (perhaps while he kills someone) and now he’s gotta console the reader

marquis vincent de gramont oneshot !

warnings: mentions of death, very brief mention of throwing up, mentions of blood, vague mention of nightmares

this is probably so bad so im genuinely sorry in advance :(( i tried using french pet names so if any of them are translated wrong pls let me know! i'm almost 100% sure i'm using the gender neutral versions but i apologize if they're not, though this is completely gender neutral! i've definitely written better than this and i'm sorry if the writing is kinda icky, it's 12 am where i love so im extremely tired :c i'm also very sorry to the ppl who have been requesting, i'm trying to make each one as good as i can without throwing out random words!! i lowk enjoyed writing this so i hope you like it and thank you for requesting!!

[Name] felt as if they owed vincent. They felt as if they owed him for all the kind things he's done for them during their transition back to normal life. They knew how hard he worked for them, how many things he's had to sacrifice to get them where they were. [Name] fixed him his favorites on a platter, taking their time and putting their care into it. [Name] knows he could easily have someone bring stuff to him as he pleases but, they missed him too much to miss the opportunity.

It was hard leaving their old life behind. It does things to you, being so desensitized to hurt and pain. It took them a while to acknowledge that. Years of nightmares plaguing their dreams of a better life are far behind them now. Vincent always made jokes about it, how they went from a cold hearted contract killer to his fiancé in a matter of 4 years. It was beautiful to them.

The sound of slippers pattering against the floor rung throughout the hallway, the only sound [Name] could make out as they approached his office. [Name] took a deep breath, shaking their head to rid themselves of their negative thoughts and the growing pit in their stomach. The feeling was far to familiar to go unnoticed.

One knock, then two, then three, that turned into four. Usually, he would call out and let them in. The silence was deafening and it was the sound of ringing ricocheting off their skull that brought [Name] back to reality. They hissed, feeling the sudden migraine. They balanced the tray in one hand, the other moving to push open the door.

The sound of glasses shattering rang through the large office as the heads of his guardsmen snapped towards the source.

There was blood everywhere. The metallic smell overwhelming their senses and nearly pushing up their breakfast.

"V-Vincent?" [Name]'s voice strained as they looked at the scene in front of them. Multiple bodies with multiple bullet wounds laying dead on the marbled floor, and their dear husband wielding the gun.

What were they supposed to think? It's not like it was anything they weren't used to, but life in the lap of luxury was almost too good of an opportunity for them to ruin by staying in the same old violent habits they had before.

"Now, now, no need to be so dramatic," Vincent said in a gentle yet seemingly dismissive tone, uncanny in comparison to the violent scene that lays in front of him.

It had been so long since they last saw something like this, so long since they last saw him do something like this. [Name] understands it's part of the job, they really do, and they thought they had been okay with that. But seeing the lifelessness in their eyes, the blood on Vincent's hands, and knowing that he had just taken lives was very different than imagining it and forcing themselves to forget about it. It all came rushing back to them, and the years of trauma and guilt they felt just for being a part of this violent lifestyle hit [Name] all at once.

"What did you do?!" [Name] says, their voice hoarse yet lowered as to not push him further. They step further into the room, looking around and letting their glassy eyes fall on the man they loved.

"I didn't mean to cause you any distress. We're just carrying out a business transaction. The client pays, we provide a service." [Name] nods shakily, watching as his bodyguards exited the room to give them privacy.

"I know, Vincent." They say, looking up at him the sound of his thick french accent. [Name] sniffles and wipes the few tears off of their face. [Name] ignored everything past his first sentence, inevitably yearning for his comfort.

They step over the bodies, walking over to him as he stood behind his desk. They wrap their arms around him, their head resting on his chest as he rubbed their back.

As flawed as they both were, [Name] knew that it wasn't worth getting upset over. As much as they tried to bury those memories, as much as they tried to forget that part of their life, [Name] knew it was doing more harm than good to just push it down instead of accepting it and moving on. He taught them that. Through their many breakdowns and slip ups, he would always be there.

"I know you're frightened, seeing me like this. I understand it. Let me assure you, mon chéri, I had no choice but to do what I did. I tried to reason with them, to avoid bloodshed, but they would not listen. Please know, mon amour, I would never hurt you."

[Name] rubbed his back aswell, nodding their head as they took a step back and wrapped their arms around his neck.

"You don't have to explain yourself to me, mon cher. I chose to leave that behind, I don't get to make that choice for you." They reassured, feeling slightly guilty for making a 'big deal' over something that seemed so unimportant in their point of view.

"Don't feel guilty, love. You can't help what you feel, can you? It's what makes you, you." Vincent says, his previously cold demeanor softening as he rests his hands on their waist. He leans in to press a warm kiss on their lips. "I wouldn't want you any different, mon amour, truly."

[cygnus452b]

The stars are not aligned for us (so we reach up to the night sky and rearrange them ourselves) | 1

Synopsis ⤑ Revenge was never a thing on your mind. If anything its the absence of your parents that leaves you cold and battered. When then the Sully family swoops into your settlement, turning the place upside down. Old memories alongside with trauma starts to resurface while the danger of the Sky people still looms over everyone.

➵ pairing: Sully Family x Platonic!Reader

➵ A/n: writing this story cause i suffer from Post Avatar Depression (PAD)

three points i need to mention

Neteyam is back and boy is everyone traumatized,

i'm not gonna give the reader an exact age but she is 1-3 years older than Neteyam.

They're always talking in Na'vi, though sometimes it will be written in said language for formalities sake, kinda how the movie does it. at the end of the fic i will put notes with the translations.

| 6430 words | Found family / adopted sibling Au! | Ptsd | Angst/comfort | action | everyone is traumatized| canon divergence|

| warnings: description of war, characters dying, gun + blood, if i missed something please do notify me!

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Chapter 1 : is this what growing up is? just leaving things behind, over and over?

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Jake dodges an arrow that misses his ear by just an inch and curses under his breath. He tightens his grip on the reins of his ikran and looks back at the approaching enemies. Hot on their heels are the Na'vis from the ash clan, riding animals that Jake has always thought look similar to earth's iguanas - just bigger, faster, and with an additional set of eyes.

"Fnawe'tu!" one ash Na'vi calls out. "Toruk Makto has no honor!" he roars, holding up his spear as his teammates fire arrows at the Sully family, nearly knocking Kiri and Tuk off their banshee. Jake, on the other hand, turns his upper body around, gun in one hand as the other one takes out ammunition from his side pouch. He shoves it into the bolt before locking in the belt, making sure it's securely closed. His finger is positioned above the trigger as he takes a quick glance at his family before aiming at the Na'vi below. He tightens his grip on the trigger, and the machine gun roars to life, firing off rounds at a blistering pace and hitting some of their pursuers in the back.

Simultaneously, with clenched teeth, Kiri grips the reins tighter as she holds Tuk closer to her, while her ikran dodges more arrows. "Turn!" She shouts, patting the neck of her companion. Tuk, who is still clinging onto Kiri, squints her eyes and shoots glares at the Na'vis below them.

There is a sharp resonance that Lo'ak feels through the tsaheylu, his Ikran is shuddering beneath him. He looks down to see arrows protruding from its wing and hears in the background the panicked screech of the creature. His shout rips everyone out of concentration, heads whipping towards him, seeing him trying to balance himself on the ikran while it writhes in pain before starting its wobbly descent towards the ground.

"Lo'ak!" Neytiri screams and leans forward, chasing after her son while her arm tightens around her oldest son's waist. Neteyam's head is lolling forward, hair whipping in the wind, his eyes heavily lidded. He is barely aware of his surroundings, and he feels like his soul is being pulled out of his body. He fights to stay conscious and grabs his mother's hand weakly, tucking his head lower as the Ikran dips.

Lo'ak, on the other hand, holds onto the reins for dear life, curses leaving his mouth as he ducks his head downwards, trying to evade the headwind pressure and at the same time, also the arrows that are flying his way. He tries to steer his Ikran to the other side while also trying to reassure it, but it is no use. The arrows have injured it badly. His stomach lurches as his spiral downwards accelerates, and he struggles not to fall off.

The Ikran's feet touch the ground, and it comes to a stuttering halt before abruptly stopping and throwing Lo’ak off. He feels the rush of air as he falls through it, twisting and turning.

He tries to remember the steps his dad taught him on how to fall correctly to lessen the impact, but to no avail. Neither time nor memory can help him before he lands heavily on the ground. A jolt of pain shoots through his body, and the air leaves his lungs. He lies there for a moment, heaving and gasping, the sound of his heart thrashing in his ears. He then tries to regain his bearings, yet all he can feel is how every muscle in his body protests and aches.

Their pursuers quickly have him surrounded; their deadly bows are raised to kill. Shouts pierce above his aching head as one of them steps closer. The Ash Na'vi holds the spear firmly in his hand; his hair is tucked away securely behind his head, and a feral snarl is etched into his face. His dull skin is lighter, almost blinding, in the harsh, late afternoon sunlight of the open plains. The Na'vi pulls up his spear, winding it up for an attack, when a sudden gunshot brings him to his knees. Dust and dirt fly up in the air, choking both Lo'ak and his assailant. Lo'ak grits his teeth, squashing a pained groan, and scrambles to get up. With trembling legs, his hand reaches for the long knife that is securely hanging on his waist.

Neytiri reaches him, her arms crowding him behind her, shielding him from view. Ready to be attacked, ears flickering in all directions, but the attack never comes. Before anyone can react, a spear impales the injured Na'vi right through his chest, making him cry out in pain. Before being yanked out in one swift motion and thrown at another Na'vi.

"Set hivum," the newcomer hisses at them, his eyes narrowed. He's neither an ash Na'vi nor an Omaticaya.

"This is not your fight," one of their pursuers retorts, blocking the stranger's incoming attack with his own spear, not caring that one of his own has fallen.

"Kiantu," their rescuer says, reaching into his pouch that's hanging on the belt around his hips, and throwing some sort of red dust at the ash Na'vi. "Does your chieftain know that you're breaching the pact?" Their assailant is momentarily blinded, eyes watering as he lets out a pained howl.

"Kiri!" Jake screams, jerking his head backwards at her, pointing the gun at the lighter colored warriors. Kiri nimbly jumps out of sight , her sister pressed against her back and hides right behind her father, back-to-back, looking for any stray attacks coming their way.

The foreign group joins, closing in on the Ash Na'vi's, their spears pointing at them. The intimidation seems to work as the leader of the group lowers his hand, ears pinned back, and slowly backs off. Growls and shouts escape multiple individuals as they retreat, jumping onto their rides. Jake lowers the gun and closes his eyes for a second before opening them wide and looking around the bloody battlefield, finding spears alongside with bodies littered all around. Neytiri and Lo'ak both swarm around him and the two girls, worried expressions on their faces. The mother focuses on their daughters to see if they sustained any injuries while the father looks over their son. "Are you okay?" he asks, gently but firmly grasping his son's shoulder.

"Yeah," Lo'ak nods, unable to stop a wince from clawing its way out of his throat, under his father's watchful gaze. "I'll survive," he continues, gripping his wrist self-consciously. "I'm more worried about Neteyam." He glances over to his mother's shoulder.

"He'll be okay," Jake answers, squeezing his shoulder harder, but not enough to hurt. "The people we're going to are known for their healing." He jerks his head forward. "Speaking of--" he says, facing the Na'vis that came to their rescue.

"Oel ngati kameie, ulte ngaru seiyi irayo," he says.

The other Na'vis bow their head just as low, pulling their hand away from their forehead towards their navel.

"Oel ngati kameie," replies the Na'vi who had rescued Lo'ak, his shoulder-length braids falling into his face. Now that the chaos has finally subsided, the Sully's finally get a good look at the strangers.

The grassland Na'vi and their muscular physique are an imposing sight to behold. In contrast to their surroundings, they stand out. Their skin is a rich, deep blue tone that seems to absorb the harsh sun's rays. Unlike their forest-dwelling counterparts, the grassland Na'vis have broader shoulders, longer legs, and a thick, round tail that swishes behind them with a sense of impatience. As they move, their dark stripes draw attention to the intricate patterns that adorn their bodies along the bioluminescent freckles.

Their garbs differ greatly from theirs, as they are decorated with leather and feathers that remind Jake of stalks of wheat from Earth. They wear decorative headpieces crafted from various animal bones that form a halo around their head. The dark loin cloths are embellished with additional leather and detailed patterns on the edges, tied in a unique manner.

"Rììama Pìhä Ìkawt'itan," the darker Na'vi introduces himself.

"Jake Sully," he turns towards his wife. "And this is my family." Tuk hides herself behind Kiri as she and Lo'ak return the gesture.

"Toruk Makto," Rììama nods thoughtfully. "I recognize you. I was there at the battle of home tree," he looks over. "Though, what are you doing here?"

"We're seeking Uturu," Neytiri pipes up, adjusting Neteyam's position on her back so that his head can lean on her shoulder.

The taller Na'vi looks taken aback, and he glances over to his teammates. Some meet his gaze and shrug their shoulders, while the others converse with each other in hushed voices. The Mates exchange a nervous glance that gets interrupted by the leader who coughs into his fist. "Follow us," he gestures to the banshee's behind them. "We'll bring you to our Olo'eyktan. He'll decide what to do."

''We'll look after your ikran'' another Na'vi pipes up, waving the others over.

"Thank you," Jake sighs in relief and turns around, making eye contact with Lo'ak , a tight smile gracing his lips as he nods to follow him. The group scatters, and they all go to their banshees, checking to see if their luggage survived the battle and tightening anything that might have come loose. Jake sends Rììama a look before turning his head and letting out a short, drawn-out noise. The creatures perk up and launch themselves into the air, fighting against the wind until stabilizing at comfortable altitude.

Now that the situation has calmed down, they can enjoy the quietness of the vast plains. The grass underneath them shines in a golden color in the sun's light. The wind that is lightly blowing gives it movement like ripples on the surface of a river. In the distance, the stark contrast of dark gray belonging to the mountains splits the sky apart. On the lower part, dense lush trees are grouped together, their vivid colors in full display. The air is dry yet smells full of nature, and a tranquil atmosphere overtakes everyone. Maybe it's the exhaustion, or the relief of knowing that for now the worst is over. Or maybe even a mix of both, but they all can use a good night of sleep.

In sight comes a cluster of thick tree trunks bunched together. They form a circle that is held by a woven plate, on top of which are multiple round shaped buildings. On each side of the structures, bridges connect to each other. They can't tell what material it is exactly as they're too far away. Looking past the settlement, one will see other trees cluttered in a similar fashion, though they are spaced far and in between of each other.

That reminds Neytiri of how her old home tree looked like, right after the battle with the sky people. Bitterness wells up in her chest, and she focuses on something else, looking away out into the sky. Different call signs bouncing back from Rììama and the others rip them out of their daze, and they look downwards to find the party of Na'vis waving their arms around.

Jake replies with a shout of his own, and they slowly begin their descent downwards. With a soft thud, they reach the ground and hear a horn being blown. Its deep tone reverberates through the space, and they look towards the outpost. Taking a closer look, they see the village surrounded by tall wooden fences that are manned by guards holding long spears as they walk about. Alongside are long fire posts, and in front of them in the field, local fauna grazing.Instantaneously, Na’vis start streaming out of the settlement. Their curious gazes speak volumes, wondering what could have happened for the horn to be blown. Surrounding the Sully's, they chatter excitedly with tails raised in curiosity and agitation.

A girl closest to Kiri and Tuk waves her hand to get the younger girl's attention and stares at her eagerly. Unsure, Tuk glances at her older sister, who nods slightly back in encouragement. She turns around and shyly waves back. The darker girl beams at that, her teeth flashing as she tugs the loincloth of the older Na’vi next to her, who shushes her quietly and sends Kiri an apologetic look. To which the girl nods back with a stiff smile.

The masses part as the Olo’eyktan and the Tsahìk come forth, concern marring their faces. They wear elaborate apparel that consists of a shoulder plate woven together with intricate brown-green tone patterns of a sort of insignia. Long twists of hair are tied into a low ponytail, and over the male Na'vi's right arm is a band with different types of beads strung together, hanging over his muscles.

His mate has her hair tied up into a half bun, with the lower hair braided into two thick braids. Over her chest is a garment that is threaded together, similarly to her husband's. It is dyed in colors of brown and green with hints of yellow at the edges. At the bottom of it, attached with beads, are threads of blue fabric hanging. On her waist is a long loincloth that reaches her knees, with intricate flower designs.

"Oel ngati kameie Toruk Makto, long time no see," the chieftain starts, motioning with his hand from his forehead downwards toward his navel, his mate repeating the same gesture.

"It is indeed been a while, Ìutxa, Aìng. I wish we could reunite on better terms," Jake retorts and points with his flat-out open hand at his mate. Neytiri, occupied with holding her son, bows her head a little.

"What happened?" Ìutxa asks, crossing his arms over his chest, scrutinizing his own tribesmen who are quite literally still drenched in the aftermath of the battle.

"Ralke were attacking Toruk Makto and his family," Rììama answers, tilting his head towards Neytiri. "They also cross over to our territory," he finishes.

Another teammate shakes his head, locs flying in all directions. "A bloodthirsty bunch."

"Your son..?" pipes up a smooth voice, and all eyes turn towards Aìng.

Jake turns around. "He—" He stops, wracking his brain on how to explain everything that has been going on with Neteyam and them the last few days. "He has not been conscious." He balls his fist up in frustration, brows furrowed.

The Tsahik steps closer to Neytiri, the smell of something similar to wood and herbs engulfing her nose. At a closer distance, she notices the hint of purple in her eyes and skin color. Aìng lifts her hand up, wordlessly asking for permission. The lighter Na'vi nods her head, while the other then proceeds to carefully put her four-fingered hand on Neteyam's head. Lifting up one of the eyelids with the other, she closes it seconds later and puts two fingers on the junction point of his neck. Silently counting the heartbeats for a while. Clearly, she hears something worrying, and her pupils constrict when she looks over to Neytiri.

"Is that?"

With a voiceless, weary breath, The mother responds, "Yes."

"Come," Aìng beckons, turning around. "Follow me." She steps ahead, waving over another young Na'vi adult carrying a basket. The girl nods and joins the group. Passing her mate, Aìng sends him a worried glance, silently communicating that they’ll have to discuss this later in private. He blinks back in compliance.

As they walk through the settlement, Kiri is amazed by the colorful combination of materials that make up the village. She notes that the foundation is made of wood and the rooms are spacious. With walls made of thatched grass and roofs covered in woven  green yellow grass and a dark brown, insulating material. 

Crossing a thatched bridge, they pass by a communal area with a huge fireplace in the middle and decorations on the walls, including various weapons and wooden masks with different emotions carved on them. Happiness, Anger, and Anguish. Kiri averts her eyes uncomfortably and looks to Lo’ak, who is still clutching his side with a grimace on his face.

"Will Neteyam be okay?" Tuk asks, gently holding one of Kiri’s braids.

The older sister half-heartedly pats her head. "Eywa wouldn't bring him back just for him to leave again."

"He has to," Lo’ak quips. If the sisters only listened to his voice, they might think he is in a stable mood, but his body language betrays him. His shoulders are tense, and his fingers trembles, which he tries to hide behind his back. Jake listens to the children's chatter while pressing his lips tightly together. Glancing over he sees Neytiri conversing with the darker Na’vi ,while their son's head bobs in the dips of her step.

The group comes to a halt in front of a cot on the upper left side of the communal area. Two fire posts and various baskets stand next to the entrance. Aìng enters the room first and heads to the back, with the Parents following closely behind. The room is bathed in red-brown tones, with the sun’s rays accentuating them even more. Various decorations, including beads stitched into a thin brown material imitating a landscape painting, hang on the walls. Pillows and blankets are stacked on the right side of the room, and little round-shaped carved shells filled with a thick golden paste with wicks in the middle lie on the floor. A small, thin wooden plate lies in the middle of the ground. 

Tsahik gestures to Neytiri while she shoves the sparse furniture aside. The Omaticaya kneels down carefully, securing Neteyam's head and rolls him over her shoulder into her lap, before putting him onto the floor. Aìng’s assistant, kneels down next to her and starts unpacking the items from the basket, laying them down neatly and cleaning what looks like hair-thin stone sticks. The older Na’vi, meanwhile, lights brown, rolled medicinal leaves and holds them over a small mold, watching the ashes collect slowly.

"I'm Yiìru," the assistant introduces herself to Neytiri, who steps aside, making space for the other two. The younger girl rubs her hands in a ceremonial manner, blowing on them, and then slowly putting them onto the boy's back. Her eyes widen at the stiff touch, and she glances over to Aìng, who gauges her reaction and slowly nods. Yiìru takes her hands off, reaches over to take one of the needles into one hand, while the other stretches Neteyam's skin with her thumb and forefinger. Quickly she injects the needle with smooth motions, at a record speed, while the other puts the ashes in the in-between spaces of the sticks.

Neytiri kneels in the background, one arm wrapped around her legs while the other traces patterns on the floor. Kiri, Lo'ak, and Tuk wait outside the cot, talking to each other while the adults work in peace. Jake, on the other hand, is sorting out the luggage and placing them in different locations, needing his hands and mind to be occupied with something before he starts feeling even more like he's about to lose it.

A sudden, deep inhale has heads turning forward. Neteyam's formerly taut body has now relaxed quite a bit, his lungs expanding more than they did beforehand. Yiìru finishes taking out the last needle as the Tsahik wipes off the ashes. Neytiri stands up, her braids swinging in disarray as she walks over to the chieftain's mate, a questioning look in her eyes.

"He's past the point of danger," Aìng says seriously, glancing back at the parents. "He should be resting for the next few days; his spirit seems hit." She turns around, brow bone furrowed. "It almost feels like his body and spirit are disconnected."

Neytiri exchanges a look with Jake, who is still on the opposite side of her. Their eyes speak a thousand words left unsaid, and he slowly nods. She sighs, struggling to find words. "It's been a lot," she forces out, 

The Tsahik nods compassionately, stands up, and points at the basket full of pouches. "There are different mixtures of medicine for him. Feed him this, that should help his stomach" she says, grabbing the younger girl. "This is my daughter; she’ll check on him tomorrow morning." She gives her child one last look before leaving the room. 

"We’ll send someone for food later, alongside with his medicine," Yiìru says, holding her hands up to her chest. 

"Thank you," Jake says, gratified, for what feels like the thousandth time today. 

She answers with a beaming smile back before skipping towards  the entrance. "Oh-" she stops and turns her head around. "Tomorrow we'll also send a guide to show you around, though if by any chance you need help tonight, don't be afraid to ask around!’’ 

Lo’ak croaks out an acknowledgement, earning him a questionable look from Kiri as the trio enters the Cot. Looking around, they immediately zero in on their older brother as the parents join them in the circle.

"What do you guys think?" Jake asks, looking around. "It's not that bad."

The younger son's eyes widen for a second before furrowing his brows. "You said that about the other places as well, Dad."

"Well, I like it here," Tuk responds. "They have trees. It reminds me of home, better than the other place." The arid mountain lands of the ash people were something they all had trouble acclimating to. Unlike the jungle flora and the security of the trees, the cold walls of soft clay felt encapsulating and suffocating.

The group stills for a second, each lost in memory of their home. Despite the fact that it's been almost two years since they left, the yearning for the jungle and the familiarity of their home has never really faded.

Neytiri reaches over to her youngest daughter and squeezes her hand. "We'll adapt, that's what we’re good at, that's what we do.’’ A strained smile on her face.

"Your brother will have to rest for the next few days," Jake speaks up. "We'll try to change shifts so that there's always someone in rotation to look after him."

The children nod and scatter around the room, each going to their own little niche, unpacking their luggage. Calmness falls over the room, the teenagers bickering in the background, the youngest following the mother around while the father watches the family.

A horn blares, breaking the scene, and they all, except Neytiri, rear up and walk towards the entrance, through it over to the bridge. Jake heaves up Tuk to his hip. "Don't lean on the railing," he warns the other two, eyeing his most rebellious teenager. Earning a nod back, he returns to look out to the horizon. The suns are already in motion for the usual eclipse to happen, dying the sky in vivid colors of pink and orange. Clouds dot the sky like splotches of paint of a clumsy child.

‘’Huh’’?

"Hunters," Kiri interrupts her brother, leaning her head forward, noticing an adolescent Na'vi being surrounded by multiple adults. Their arms swing wildly, yet no one is touching them. 

"Why did they blow the horn though?"

"I wonder," she counters, "I can't make out anything," she squints her eyes, "besides figures and meat".

"Kids!" Jake's call startles them, not even realizing that he had returned to their abode. "Come back in and help your sister out." The siblings steal one last glimpse at the field before turning around to look at each other, one with one eyebrow raised and pursed lips, and the other with furrowed brows.

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"Was anyone injured?" Täyeprr, your best friend, asks, bouncing in place as her eyes roam your figure in concern.

"Tä'ui,'" you reply, jumping down from the dire horse. Taking off meat that's secured on the side of the steed, its blood splatters onto the floor and you wrinkle your nose in slight disgust at the sight.

"That skxawng," your friend curses, running her hand through her curls that bounce in all directions, framing her face. The late afternoon sun is catching its rays onto the necklace on her chest. A similar one dons your own neck that you made together when you were still little kids. Your parents, back then still alive, had to help you quite a bit in guiding you when it came to the needling of the thread and knotting multiple pretty stones onto it. You and Täyeprr had collected them together by one of the rivers. Once you finished, you jumped around in place, full of excitement before speeding off to go to your friend's cot.

"Oh," you intentionally stop her, knowing that if you let this girl continue to simmer in that state, she will not calm down for ages. "You finally finished that piece?" you ask, pointing with your forefinger towards the garment on her chest. Different types of fabric, cut into leaves and dyed in muted blue and purple, are stitched onto brown beads that circle from her neck down to the middle.

Täyeprr grins at that and grabs one of the leaves. "See, this is the one that's dyed with the fruit we found together last time," she abruptly stops, squinting her eyes at you for a long time. "Don't try to divert me from the topic," she says and points a finger at you.

You push out your elbows, sighing in clear defeat, "Not like she's the one who has her ears chewed off for almost an hour."

Your best friend scowls at you. "Well, it's not like she'll listen."

Feigning shock, you cock your head backward, eyes wide. "And you think I will? Tell me what good will this do besides conditioning me to hate her every time we cross paths?"

"Well, maybe she would listen to you."

"Please listen to yourself. You're not making sense," you retort, failing to hold back a laugh, shoulders shaking as you follow behind her.

The hunt went well until Tä'ui decided that she wanted to lean too far off the dire horse while being in a high-speed chase. That then had her tumbling off the steed in seconds, fortunately, only mere scratches on her elbows and back are the only things she got out of this. Though you got enough meat to last the community for four days, meaning you can spend the time in leisure and finish up your chores. 

Tirelessly, you make a mental note that you need to weed out the garden again and see if the vegetables bear any harvest. Your best friend leaves you to join another group that is waiting nearby, and you wave her off. Lost in thought, you continue to walk up to the communal room located on the upper left side of the settlement. Walking past groups of different Na’vis cluttered around the space, some huddled really close to each other, faces animated while they're talking through their food. Others lying on the pillows with their eyes closed, letting the murmur wash over them.

Twinkle!" a voice calls out to you, and you turn around to see Vaopo waving you over to her side. On the cut log, a huge variety of dishes is laid out in a systematic order. All sorts of meat ranging from fish are sorted on the left side, with grains and vegetables on the other. On the fire, blubbering fat from the meat on a stick drips down on the flame, letting out a sizzling sound.

"I'll never understand why you call me that," you reply, shaking your head slightly, a smile gracing your lips. "You know," you raise a brow muscle, "the name my parents gave me works as well."

"Well, that doesn't matter," the short-haired girl waves you off. "As long as it sounds pretty."

"Sure, whatever you say."

"You heard?" the girl starts, taking the meat from your hands. "A new family arrived in the afternoon, looking really different from us."

"How come?" you ask while walking over to the bucket full of water and starting to wash the residual blood off your fingers.

"Uturu," she replies, taking out a big triangular-shaped stone with a sharp edge. "One of them had to be treated immediately, seems like they were chased by fe'ranvi."

You wrinkle your nose and look up at her. "Of course, they would be in the midst of it," and continue to shake your hands off. "Wait, what do they look like?"

"Lighter than us," she muses, stopping to think. "I couldn't really make out any small details, too many people were around."

"That's not helpful."

"You'll see them later," your friend continues, skipping over what you said. "You know how my dad was there with yours at the battle? Apparently, this family belongs to their old Olo'eyktan. Though I am surprised at their stature, they-"

"Wait, what do you mean 'you'll see them later'?" you ask.

"If you were so kind to let me finish, you'd know," she glares at you. "As I was saying, I am surprised at how lithe their figures are," she motions towards her chest, "thinner in all aspects, they'd probably make excellent climbers."

You give her a look.

"Alright," she rolls her eyes, "the Chieftain asked me to tell someone," she smiles a toothy grin at you. "And you just happen to be that 'someone' to bring them their food, as they're still settling down."

You sigh deeply and take one of the stuffed long leaves on the table. In the other hand, a bowl with clear hot liquid inside, and you set off on your way.

"Me and the others will be at the plaza tomorrow evening," Vaopo shout’s. "Join us?"

"Maybe," you retort, looking over your shoulder. "I should have time for it," and set off on your way.

Passing other people, you look at the night sky that has fallen over the world like a dark blanket only to realize halfway on the bridge that you forgot to ask where the new family is located. Turning around, you take the lower road passing by multiple rooms and greet the other Na'vis coming towards you. Some have their arms intertwined, smiling in greetings, while others are hurrying past, only sending you a quick nod.

You round the corner up to one of the biggest rooms in the settlement. Two fire posts are stationed on each side of the entrance and a leather-cut rectangle hanging in the middle, with the same insignia that adorns the pair's clothes.

"Ah, there you are," the Olo'eyktan greets you. "Come in, we have something to discuss," he signals with his arm for you to enter and sit down. You look over at both of them and nod, kneeling down. You place the food right next to you before comfortably unraveling your legs from underneath you.

"You've probably heard by now," Aìng starts, arms crossed as she's still standing. "A new family has moved in, seeking refuge, and we'd like you to be one of the trainers."

You cock your head sideways, hair falling over your back. "What tasks will that be?"

"They'll need someone for the hunting practices and maybe the gardens."

"They have a guide for tomorrow," the older Na'vi finishes her mate's sentence, flicking her braid over her shoulder.

"I can work with that," you agree and start collecting the dishes, looking up. "I originally came over to ask where they are," you finish.

"We put them behind your cot, in hopes that you'd interact with them," the Chieftain smiles broadly. "Luckily, you agreed. Thank you once again."

You shake your head in refusal. "No, no, I'm glad to help," although you're apprehensive about it, you don't voice your concerns. After all, more socialization has never hurt anyone. Plus, you're curious to see what the new family looks like, as Vaopo's description doesn't paint a clear picture of them.

You leave your cot and follow the same path as earlier, hurrying over the bridge and rounding another left turn past your own room before arriving at your destination. As you approach, your ears pick up murmurs, including the high-pitched tone of an excited child. Taking a deep breath, you step closer. "Excuse me," you say, sticking your head through the entry. 

The foreign Na'vis turn to stare at you, and the older male, whom you presume to be the former chieftain, steps forward with a smile. "Please," he says, opening his arms, "come in."

"Thank you," you reply formally as you walk inside.

The first thing that the new family notices is a thick, ugly scar that starts from your shoulder and runs down to your sternum, with your skin pulling at it with each movement. Your skin is the same deep blue as your clanmates and you’re donning  elaborate bracelets along your muscular arms. An iridescent stone sits in the middle of your chest, woven into dyed fabric that resembles long flower leaves. Thin threads hold it all together, meeting in the middle of your back and disappearing beneath your long hair. You wear multiple thick threads woven together, stitched in with beads, around your arms, and a dark loincloth and chaps of a similar color around your waist.

"I'm Y/n," you introduce yourself, holding up your arms. "I brought you guys food."

On the other side of the room, you notice a female Na'vi standing next to a teenager with thin braids pushed out of his face. He wears a thick beaded necklace that goes down to the middle of his collarbones. True to your friend's description, they are lighter in color, reminiscent of a sky after the storm. Their ears, chests, and tails are all thinner than your own. Their feline eyes are a vivid green that almost border yellow in the dim wick light.

"Jake Sully," the man introduces himself, wearing a garment around his waist, with thick locks pushed out of his face marred with lithe scars. "And my family," he continues, the others echoing back greetings.

"Thanks, I'm Lo'ak," the boy pipes up and takes the leaf plate from you while reaching for the bowl.

"No problem," you retort and wave him off. "Give me one of the concoction bags. It should have a deep red stripe on it. We need to mix it with this water while it's still hot."

Neytiri takes the bag, opens it, and hands it over to you. You smile at her in thanks and slowly dump the contents inside the bowl. Lo'ak hands you a thin stick with a rounded hollow edge, and you take it. After stirring for a while and seeing the powder completely dissolve, you hand her the utensils, which she promptly accepts and immediately turns around to tend to the boy lying on the floor.

"I'm going to be one of your trainers," you speak up, garnering the entire family's attention. "Though I would like to start once he's cleared of any issues." You glance over to the mother and son.

"Of course," Jake replies. "We've been told that tomorrow there will be a guide."

You nod thoughtfully. "So have I. If the chance arises that you'll need me, you'll find my room behind yours."

Another thing that we don't need," mutters the oldest girl under her breath, wrapping her arms around herself. "I mean, the day has already been tumultuous. We don't need another situation in the middle of the night."

The younger boy snorts, and Jake shoots them a glare. Awkwardly, you glance between the three, not knowing what to reply to ease the tension.

"Uh, I'm going to leave now." Wow, real smooth. Every scholar would grovel at your feet for your vast knowledge of vocabulary and articulation skills.  You stiffly scurry towards the entrance and stop abruptly. "Good night," you force out in slight mortification, realizing you’ve almost forgotten your manners. Leaving quickly, your mind tries to convince itself that this interaction isn’t as awkward as you think it is.

You round the corner again and slump against the entrance of your own abode. Reaching into one of the small pouches fastened onto the belt of your loincloth, you take out dark-colored spiky stones and, in quick motions, smash them against each other. Holding them close to the fireposts, the sparks ignite the paste inside and it flames up to life, bathing the surroundings in warm golden light.

Repeating the process with the other post, you tuck the stones back in and enter through the translucent bead curtain into your room.

Ridding yourself of the accessories, you take out another pair and lay them over on the floor for tomorrow. Taking off your ionar, you gaze at it, the colorful transparent material glistening in the low light. The arduous hours you’ve spent shaping it into the perfect shape were endless, but it's a task that anyone has to do for their iknimaya. You had yours a few months ago as you reached your first rotation of adulthood. Though you notice that you haven't mentally changed at all, especially compared to how you were as a child. Sure, you're not as anxious as before, but that doesn't mean that nightmares don't plague you almost every night or that you don't keep throwing looks over your shoulder, feeling stalked by someone or something that is not around.

It's in moments like these, that you miss your parents and wonder how proud your mother would be if she saw your Ionar. How worried your father would be every time you returned from hunting.  You shake your head to rid yourself of these depressing thoughts before you start spiraling into another episode and lay down the headpiece.

On the small circular flat table, you find a leaf full of food that someone must have put there. Heartened by the thoughtfulness, you sit down and start eating the food, getting lost in thought and not really thinking of anything.

After finishing up the food in a few bites, you dispose of the leaf into a brown basket that has a flower pattern woven into the sides, and wipe your hands off. You pick up the round table and set it up against the wall before reaching over to take the pillows and blankets and start laying out your bed.

Sitting down, you put out all the small wick lamps but one, which you need for mental security, and pull the thick wool blanket over yourself. Laying on your side, your thoughts race around the Sully's their circumstances, and lastly your own parents. The last image of your father flickers into your mind as you start feeling your eyes grow heavy before falling into a deep slumber.

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A/n: This is just the preface for all that is to come in this story.

-The biome the Na'vis live in, is the tropical grassland biome, on earth, that is the subsaharan part of africa, australia and india. Also tried to research on how realistically they would've evolved without them looking too much like the dire horse clan. which then i came to the conclusion that these new Na'vis are a mix between the tawkami clan and if tropical biome grassland Na'vis were a thing, unlike the tawkami clan though, they live in the open plain lands, though they will have the same spiritual/ scholarly attitude that the former have in the video game.

if you want to know what the grassland Na'vis place look like please click on this ⤑ ''Horizon forbidden west plainsong'' just without the metal plate underneath ,as that is going to be made out of woods and other stuff. though that absolutely does not mean that the Na'vis are wearing the atrocious clothes of the utarus.

don't know if anyone is following the James webb space telescope but did y'all see the exoplanet we found named VHS 1256 b that seems to be a super Jupiter? apparently they found the largest number of molecules methane, carbon monoxide, carbon dioxide water , and silicate sand on it!!! an outer planet!!!!!! even crazier considering that said planet is not even in the goldilocks zone , its about four times farther away from the sun than Pluto is! Its in it early stages, like reeeeal early. though i heard that if you compared it to other exoplanets earth its also relatively young, like if you turn it into a life span's time, it would be 1.50 mins after birth, don't quote me on that tho. kinda fucked up how we managed to fuck up the earth that early in, hm anyways i'm derailing, hope this fic is interesting enough for people to want to continue to read cause i really like the story i came up with :)

Translations

Fnawe'tu : coward

Set hivum : leave now

 Uturu : refuge

Oel ngati kameie (ulte ngaru seiyi irayo) : i see you (and i thank you)

Ralke : meaningless, in this fic context used as '' the ones devoid of anything''.

fe'ran: flawed nature

[rafedaddy01]

Rafe x goth!reader (super angst but kinda sweet in the middle) they have been rivals since they were kids, both always fighting for who are more dominant in life.rafe secretly loves the reader and will do anything for her but he doesn’t let her know that and maybe they get into it really bad and he makes her cry but he. Makes it up too her

Rivals Turned Lovers

Summary: you and Rafe have been rivals since the beginning of time, what happened when he confesses his feeling to you.

Pairing: Rafe x goth!fem!reader

Notes: there will be some smut in this. I just can’t help it! I need to add smut! I’m sorry if that’s not something you wanted.. but it will include Rafe eating reader out, and penetration, also reader experiences trauma

Rafe and you have never gotten along. There was a strong hatred and it wasn’t gonna change. You two had different friend groups. You hung out with pouges and Rafe with kooks. You were birthed a kook, but at heart you were a pougue and nothing was gonna change that.

Rafe despised pougues and the fact that you were hanging out with them made his hatred for you grow. So you partly hung out with them to piss him off.

When you were younger your parents died in a freak accident so your uncle took you in, but he was never home so you spent most of your time on the cut with JJ, kie, pope, and John B. Youd constantly wake up with nightmares and being around your friends calmed your nerves. So at least one of them would sleep with you constantly. You were grateful for them, you felt like you didn’t deserve them.

Tonight was the bonfire and all of you were at John B’s chateau pregaming. JJ and John b were being their usual idiot selfs and trying to jump over the small fire they’d had started. Pope, kie and you were sitting on a log watching.

“You guys are gonna hurt yourself!” You shouted as JJ jumped and almost slipped back into the heat but caught himself. Everybody laughed as he casually played it off but you could see the fear in his eyes as he realized he almost fell.

“Don’t worry, baby girl. I meant to do that” he winked at you as you shook your head and laughed.

“You guys think Sarah will be there tonight?” John b spoke up. You gave kie a look as you both understood his question. Sarah and John b have been on and off for a while now.

“John b. You need to forget about her. She clearly doesn’t care about your feeling” you said setting your drink down and walking up to him. You grabbed his shoulder and looked into his eyes.

“Agreed. You need to move on dude” JJ said coming up on the other side.

He let out a small sigh of acknowledgment but he was hurt. “Tonight’s about friends!”

“Yeah. Too friends!” Pope said lifting his beer as all of you cheered and drank. “Let’s go!” You said linking your arm to John b’s and dragging him away.

“Ugh. I’m dreading seeing Rafe” you groaned as all of you walked to the beach.

“Fuck those kooks!” JJ exclaimed as he raised his drink and let out a woo after. “Fuck those Cameron’s!” You clarified as you did the same. All of you laughed and continued on the journey.

“Thanks y/n” John b said quietly to you as he squeezed your hand lightly.

You smiled as you looked up at him. You felt like you should be thanking him. All of them really. They took you in when you had no one and have treated you like family. In fact they were your family. You spent every hour of every day with them and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

The 5 of you walked to the beach cheering and laughing and acting stupid like always. You reached the beach when it was dark already and the fire was already started with a crowd of people. There was kooks, pouges and a bunch of tourists who would come with their parents on vacation. You all ran down the hill and gathered in your own little group, passing beers around and continuing the nights fun.

You and kie were sitting on the log and laughing at JJ trying to balance on the other log with his beer can on his head. John b and pope were arguing about something on the other side of you. You looked around at your friends and felt happy for once in your life.

“Y/n” a voice that you recognized all too well broke you thoughts and creased your lips into a frown. You rolled your eyes and tried to ignore the annoying voice pestering you from behind as you casually sipped your beer.

“Your uncle told me to tell you to come home”

“Does anyone else hear a annoying sound or just me?” You said as you took a sip of your drink.

Rafe rolled his eyes and walked off with his bodyguards, topper and kelce, following behind. Not without making a comment of course, “dirty pouges” kelce shouted back at you. Your reached for JJ arm and held him in place.

“Not worth it” you said pushing back down. “I fucking hate them!” He said gritting his teeth. You bit your tongue and nodded in agreement. They loved to play on your emotions, all of yours, and sometimes it was better to let things go.

“I know JJ, we all hate them. But it’s better to bite your tongue than start a cat fight right now” you let his arm go and he slugged down on the sand. You sat next to him and handed him a beer.

Everybody brushed off the kooks and indulged in the rest of the night. Although your mind still raced about your uncle wanting you home. You figured he was back in town, he didn’t even try to get in contact with you, sending Rafe to do his bidding. He knew of your hatred towards the kook and still sent him to search for you.

“I think we should call it a night” kie said kicking at pope and John b who were passed out drunk on the sand. They groaned as they stirred awake. JJ helped them up and you all walked back to the chateau.

“Are you gonna go back home?” Kie asked

“I am home” you told her as you neared the house, she smiled warm heartedly at you and grasped your hand giving it a gentle squeeze. You all entered the house and straight to bed.

“Good night” you said as you turned in the bed next to JJ, who fought with kie to sleep with you. He turned around and pulled you closer.

“Good night, baby girl” he said kissing your head and passing out.

“Good night!” John b, kie, and pope shouted from their rooms. You all passed out, you in jjs arms, kie on the couch with john b and pope. Some might think it’s weird to sleep with a guy but for you it’s not. Their your best friends and it helps subside the nightmares

You woke up in a sweat, imagines of finding your parents covered in blood blinding your vision. Your chest heaving as you looked to your right to see a snoring JJ. You reminded yourself it was just a dream and cuddled up to him. “You okay, baby girl?” He asked. You just cuddled closer and he held you tight.

You woke up to the smell of bacon and a chirpy pope cooking breakfast in the kitchen. The rest of the group at the counter with raging headaches. You sat down next to john b.

All of you had your breakfast and the rest of the day was spent at the chateau. All of you sitting in a circle in the living room passing around a joint. The guys engaged in conversation and you tried to focus, you really did, but your mind raced with the nightmare that attacked you at night. So much blood, your parents blood, and you were covered in it.

Your mind raced with the thought of the house, your uncles house, that was a crime scene. How could he expect you to come back after what happened? It was partially his fault. You were curious to know what he wanted, he never cared about where you hung out but he also never approved of you living on the cut with the scum, as he called them. Your thoughts were interrupted as JJ spoke.

“Y/n? What do you think” all heads rolled your way you tried to focus on what the conversation was before your mind was invaded with the past. Something about.. blood? No that can’t be right, that was your own thoughts.

“I’m sorry what was the question?” You said taking a deep sigh.

Kies face washed with concern at your pale state, you haven’t even noticed your own hands trembling at the side. “Are you okay? She asked scooting closer

“Oh I’m fine” you said smiling at her warm heartedly. kie was the one who knew the most about your past.

“How about we take a break. Pope, will you make y/n some tea” she said more of a statement as she held your hand in hers and gave a gentle squeeze. The boys walked off and it was just you and kie. You couldn’t hold back the floodgates.

Kie pulled you into her and you wrapped your arms around her as you balled your eyes out. “T-there was so much blood kie!” You sobbed out into her neck. She rubbed your back as she held you tightly.

“Shhh, your okay. Deep breaths, just let it out” she soothed. You managed to calm down before the boys came back.

Pope handed you some tea and JJ and John b gave you some cookies that you hoped were store bought because these boys can’t bake for shit. You’ve seen it first hand, JJ almost burned the whole house down when he tried to bake a cake for your birthday. Let’s just say spending your 18th at a fire station is no fun, although you couldn’t complain about all the hunks walking around.

You downed your tea with some of the cookies and it seemed to calm your nerves as you were forgetting all about your dark past. Your main focus was on the debate JJ and pope were having. Something about how pope wants to be a coroner and JJ trying to convince him that no chick is into the dead body talk. You laughed at their antics.

By the end of the night you forgot all about your uncle and your trauma. all of you danced with music blaring, JJ had brought a tourist he met at the bonfire last night and they were getting busy.

He kicked you guys outside but not without you snagging a bottle of whiskey John b had laying around and the party continued outside. The liquid burned down your throat but it was a pleasant burn, one that took the pain away.

“You think he’s almost done in their?” John b said, cringing at the thought of JJ doing it on his bed. You laughed as you handed him the bottle of brown liquid. He took a swig and hissed at the burn. “Don’t worry, we’ll sleep on the couch tonight” you said laughing. The thought of JJ doing it making you cringe as well

He smirked at you and pulled your hand as the two of you started dancing. You knew that all the boys looked at you and kie in that way but they would never act on it, too respectful. But it was fun to tease them. You started pressing against John b’s front, making him groan.

You moved to the beat as you swayed your hips, the alcohol giving you extra courage. His hand gripped on your waist a little tighter as he pulled you closer. You giggled at the ticklish feeling his fingers delivered.

“Y/n!” A voice boomed, making everyone stop

“Uncle? What the hell are you doing here?” You said coming up to him. “What am I doing here? What are you doing here, hanging out on the cut, what would your parents think”

His words cut you like a sharp knife. How dare he bring your parents into this, how dare he even speak about your parents to you. It was this bastards fault they were murdered. Your thoughts blinded by rage. You wanted to kick and scream and run away but you couldn’t. You were frozen.

For a moment it felt like you blacked out, like you were floating in space. Like time didn’t exist until you shook it off and were brought back to the present. Your uncle standing before you and John b, pope, and kie behind you ready to defend you in any way they could.

You knew who to blame for your uncle being here, it was obvious. Rafe. Your mind wandered to the encounter at the bonfire and him telling you your uncles wanted you home. You didn’t think he’d stoop so low. Of course he did. He was Rafe, your sworn enemy. Your rage building even more at the thought of rafe.

It takes a moment to come back to reality. To your uncle pulling you towards his car, you tried to fight his grip but it only hardened the more you fought. You couldn’t go back to that house. That horror. The thoughts of your parents flooding your brain once more. It was no use for John b or pope to help, they’d only get themselves hurt. You sent them a loving stare and they understood to back off.

Good thing JJ wasn’t witnessing this. He’d try to take your uncle down and only end up killing himself in the process. Although you knew he’d try to do something once the others told him about this in the morning.

Your uncle threw you in the car and next thing you know your pulling up to the house. “I won’t go in there!” You said crossing your arms over your chest in a false hope of protection.

He sighed deeply as he took a moment to gather his thoughts. The way he looked at you with a soft gaze made your heartache. As much as you hated him and blamed him, he missed your parents too.

“Fine” you grumbled. You both climbed out of the car and headed towards the house. Your heart thumping with each step you took. Your feet moving but your mind telling you to stop.

You managed to make it inside but you didn’t sleep the whole night. Tossing and turning. Missing the warmth your friends provided. Your mind filled with rage as you thought about rafe. That two faced snake.

You decided that since you couldn’t sleep you’d try to get your revenge tonight. He was only a couple house down, not too far to walk. It was late at night and the house was dark, your uncle asleep. So you decided to sneak out.

You tossed on a black shirt that covered your mid thigh and short black shorts that hugged your waist tightly, you paired them with fishnet stockings and a pair of thick heeled black boots. You climbed out your window that was about 3ft from the ground. Your feet touched the ground and you made way to the Cameron estate. The porch light was on but the house was dark and quiet.

You took a deep breath as you approached the side, where you knew Rafes bedroom was. You climbed up to it to see him sound asleep.

“Bastard” you said under your breath. Rafe had a balcony so there was no window to break through and he left it open, so you walked into his room and laid a punch to his bare chest “wake up prick!”

“What the fuck!” He groaned as he stirred awake. “What are you doing in here?” He said annoyed as he jumped from his bed. “How the fuck dare you tell my uncle where I was!” You screamed at him, being mindful of his parents sleeping. He laughed “calm down, bitch.” He snarled. You snapped at that moment.

Instead of fighting him you fell to the floor in a sob. Rafe looked around confused on what to do. “Hey, hey, hey! Y/n. I’m sorry! Calm down. Please!” He said kneeling down next to you. “I-I- I can’t be in that house Rafe. You don’t know what it’s like” you said hyperventilating. “Shit. I’m sorry! Okay? J-just breath” he said taking a deep breath in and out, helping you calm down.

You looked into his worried eyes and for a moment there was no hate in them.

He held your gaze for a moment before leaning in and capturing your lips in a kiss. It was soft and warm at first, and then his tongue slipped past your teeth and you let him. It felt just as right as it did wrong. He took the pain away with the kiss. You moaned into his mouth and he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and carrying you to his bed.

“I-I love you y/n” he said as he nuzzled your neck and nipped at the skin.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Rafe Cameron. Your sworn enemy. Loved you? He didn’t let you speak as his lips devoured yours and you let him know what you wanted to say with each stroke of your tongue against his. He laid you down on the bed and unbuttoned your shorts as he slid them down, he wasted no time, tearing your fishnet stocking off your body, leaving you a heaving mess.

“I’m sorry for your pain, and for making you cry” he said as he knelt before you and moved his face closer to your bare pussy. “I’ll make it up to you” he mumbled as he licked up your juices.

“Rafe!” You moaned throwing your head back and tangling your fingers into his hair, pulling roughly and making him groan into your cunt. He lapped at you like a kitten drinking it’s milk until you were a quivering mess under him. He pulled back to stare at your whimpering state. “I need you Rafe” you told him breathing heavy.

“Whatever you want, princess” he said removing his boxers and aligning himself up to your core. “I-I love you too” you gasped as he pushed in. You were feeling a mix of emotions, but one thing you knew was that you loved Rafe and he loved you.

@v21sstuff @rafeysworldim19 @baby19sthings

[redamoureux]

─ Romantic Homicide

Emesis Blue Soldier Short Scenario

• genre: romantic

( # warnings ; SPOILERS, hurt/comfort, trauma, mild hallucination, mention of character death, implied timeloop, inconsistent timeline, ooc (?)

─ a/n: been kinda fonding over soldier lately, and after watching emesis blue i gotta write this, man deserves some comfort, also the ending is a little rushed so it might sucks :'D

Enlighten me, my dear

Why am i still here?

The rain pitter-pattered steadily on the window as you continue typing away on your computer, staring at the screen while occasionaly glancing at the keyboard to ensure you click on the right keycap.

You were too concentrate on writing your report that you didn't hear the door creaked open as a figure lightly closes it back and slowly walks past the other desks, approaching your section.

As if by chance, you pause typing midway a sentence, feeling a presence behind you. Your eyes widen slightly as you continue to stare at the screen, a shadow faintly appears behind your reflection.

Before you could act on your fight or flight instinct, a pair of hands grabs roughly onto your shoulder and a voice booms almost right next to your ear. "BOO!!" You screamed and instantly got up to try to fight off the intruder, almost losing your balance and groaning a little due to bumping onto your desk, dropping papers and whatnot. With a little struggle you turned to face the intruder, ready to fight for your life─ yet instead you were met with a cackling soldier.

You confusingly blink a few times before you made a knowing face and you let out a sigh of relief, allowing your shoulder to drop.

"Heheh, i got you good didn't i?" Soldier comments, still laughing. At that you let out of another sigh and gave him a small smile. "Yeah, yeah, right you did."

Soldier gave a last chuckle and calming down before he peers at the computer screen behind you and sees your yet to be done draft document. "What are you workin' on?" He questions, pointing at the screen. You turned your head a little to take a glimpse at what he is pointing at before looking back at him. "Oh, it's just some reports that i need to submit to the chief tomorrow." Soldier nods while making a small cognize sound as a reply.

"So uh, what are you doing outside here in the middle night?"

"I woke up because i had a weird dream earlier. And i just wanted to check if anybody is still in the station." The conversation was abruptly interrupted by sizzling and gurgle-like sound coming from a coffee machine placed on a nearby cabinet, which took both of your attentions. Soldier walk towards the machine, taking a plastic cup before pouring in the coffee. "Ah wait, that belongs to my-" you try to object to which soldier respond by sipping the coffee loudly. "-co-worker.."

"You said something?" You gave him a look but shrugged and decided to just brush it aside. You kneel down to pick up the things that dropped earlier, and shortly after he came next to you helping picking up the stationeries. As he checks around, from a distant, he notices a small envelope beneath the table and retrieves it before scanning the back and front of it.

As you're sorting out the papers, he places the envelope infront you, "beep, you have one new message." With a voice trying to imitate a robot. You stared at it before you took it and thanked him. You observe it briefly thinking it may be a letter from a colleague, but you became puzzled upon learning that the letter was something you've never seen or received before, yet it has your name on it. "What is it?" Soldier asks, seeing your confused look. "Oh it's nothing, i just don't remember ever getting this from anyone."

"Ohhh, maybe it's a letter from a ghost?" He jokingly said, making a hand gesture. You shaked your head, "Pft, obviously not silly. I must've forgotten about it somehow, I'll just look into it later." You put down the envelope and walked to the drinks cabinet and brew yourself a cup of matcha tea. While stirring the cup, soldier walks towards you holding the coffee pot on one of his hands and a plastic cup in the other. He tilted his head a little seeing your drink. "You like matcha tea?"

"Mhm, it helps me stay awake during overtime."

"I can't really understand why you enjoy that, it tastes bitter." "Have you ever tried it before?" "Yes of course i did."

"Well then, guess we simply have different taste in drinks." "Affirmative."

Drizzling slowly escalated into downpour ringing clearer as you both drink in silence before he says a trivial thing that led you two into a good deal of time of random talks and playful bickerings which ended up making you two stay at the office longer than intended.

I don't mean to be complacent with the decision you made, but why?

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Monday, October 21, 1968

1:43 AM

"─Increasing clouds, with a low round 26. Breezy wind between 15 and 20 mph. And a similiar day tomorrow with only a few patches of rain across the middle and southern side of the midlands with infrequent amounts of sunshine during the day."

"The same can be said for Wednesday, Thursday and Friday as the weather gradually improves with more sunshine and less cloud rains clouds hovering across the sky."

"However the temperatures increases significally over─"

The meteorologist was interrupted the poor radio reception signals caused by the storm and is swiftly replaced with static noises.

You stared tiredly at the cup of your favorite tea on your hand. Watching as small stirring formed in the drink, with your vague reflection staring back. You were briefly lost in a chain of thoughts as your mind think back about a certain someone.

You look up to stare at the dark and rainy view behind the window that was partly covered by the blinds. You bring the cup closer and drink slowly, the warm drink gradually soothes your nerves to which you let out a small sigh to. You look back at the window, expecting to have nothing much to look at.

Until Your whole body suddenly tense when your gaze fall upon a black figure stiffly standing in the rain.

Despite the fact you couldn't see their eyes, you could just feel it's intense stare.

You tried holding eye contact with it for as long as you could, not even blinking, fearing you might miss it. You're unsure what to do, as if on cue however, a car drove past in a fast speed, driving through a puddle and splashing them and within a bat of an eye, they were gone.

Quickly placing down your tea, you ran closer to the window opening the blinds so you could take a better view and placing one of your hands on the cold window. Looking left and right, checking spontaneously, you furrowed your brows slightly and pinch the bridge of your nose. Feeling a little foolish for thinking that there was anybody outside in the middle of a rainstorm.

You turn to look at the ticking clock on the wall, just realizing that it's already practically morning. Maybe it's the best to go home and take some sleep now.

In the back of my mind

You died

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Sunday, November 3, 1968

10:31 AM

"Code 8, request for backup to Lazarus Funerals chapel, Chief was shot and the culprit is getting away!"

"10-4, Affirmative. Help's on the way. Make sure to vacant the area and restraint anyone from coming near."

"─10-1, this 177, i wasn't be able to receive- what the hell is going on?"

"There had been several reports about an attack happening in Governor Jules Archibald's funeral and shortly after, a presumed assassin emerge from the coffin and starts shooting people."

"Hold on, isn't that where your friend was attending to?"

"You mean that bozo? Heard he was just tryna cause trouble for us."

You stayed quiet, gritting your teeth. stepping on the pedal harshly in silent anger, wanting to get over this as soon as possible.

Earlier on, you'd heard the breaking news announcing Jules Archibald's passing and shortly afterwards, an agent reached out to you informing about Jules's funeral. Though it was like he was essentially bringing up more about soldier. You weren't sure what that agent is up to, but your mind wasn't focusing on that as you were more concerned about jane.

Ever since he was assigned to work alongside a private detective, you two barely were be able to talk to each other. During a few of your calls with him, he'd always update you about his work with the detective and other sector.

Which you'd obviously be happy for him, if it wasn't for the fact how at times he'd sound questionably troubled. One time he'd tell you about a rather alarming task that he was told to undertake and when you question it later, he'd confusingly and jokingly ask you what you're talking about.

You've brushed it aside since he kept ensuring you that he was doing well.

But now your suspicion amplified with these recent events that just somehow has a tie led on jane. You really don't want to doubt him, yet in the back of your mind you just know that something bad is going on.

And you're determined to find out the truth.

At last, you've reached the location, practically abandoning your car and ignoring the rain as you ran to the street, seeing cars crashing to each other and several bodies laying around. You cringed internally at the sight as you kept running until you've reached the chapel.

You pant and slowed down as you saw some police officers who had also just arrived to examine the crime scene. While you became distracted at the bloody scene. Blood splattered on the wall against the podium table with a body laying beside the opened casket. Though you recover quickly and looked around the place hoping to see a familiar face, to no avail.

"Hey!" A annoyed voice called and you swiftly turn your head towards the man. "What are you doing? you look like a damn lost puppy, just what are you even looking for?"

"I was just searching for someone." "Well that person is likely dead now, not that i care much. Where are the rest of the unit? They are supposed to be here by now." "They're on their way, sir." The officer sigh obviously irritated. "Whatever. Make yourself useful and help the others outside or something." You lowly nodded and he walked past you while muttering in low tone.

You took as many evidences as you could get, checking for any cameras placed nearby that could possibly help and interrogate bystanders. One was be able to take pictures of one of the gunmen, and when you paid close attention, you were capable of seeing the other gunmen on some pictures. You stared at photographs in bewilderment as you constantly compare those with a clear picture of jane. Sure most of these are rather blurry but you couldn't exactly deny the resemblance between the two men.

You brought back the proofs and documents with you back to the office to begin dicussing with your co-workers and forming speculations. With this in mind, you decided to try to call jane, hoping that he in some way would answer. No respone. You tried once again. No respone.

You began dialing the number every now and then, yet it remain having the same result again and again. Numerous wanted posters of him was printed and plastered around the street.

Some time passed by, with little new informations discovered it's making it difficult for you to find out what really happended. Which over time has began pressuring you. You know that you couldn't stay forever doing this, so slowly you start to drop it little by little and try to continue with your life.

And i didn't even cry, no not a single tear

And i'm sick of waiting patiently for someone that won't even arrive

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Thursday, December 7, 1968

5:00 AM

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

Your sleep was suddenly interrupted as you groan and mindlessly extended your arm to reach the alarm, pushing every other thing aside. Finally slamming the noisy machine a few times to stop, you stayed in the same position for a moment and huff, forcing yourself to sit up straight with some struggles.

It's been a month since the incident with jane still on the loose. Some theorize that he must've somehow got killed one way or another because apparently they believed it shouldn't have taken this long for the authorities to find him, which you find clearly absurd.

You took a deep breath, deciding to stop thinking and let yourself to relax today. Starting your day with your usual routines and doing a few things such as cooking simple foods and preparing yet another cup of your favorite tea.

Pouring hot water into the cup while humming a melody, you placed down the kettle and sat down, drinking the tea.

When all of a sudden there was a few knocks on the front door that made you nearly choke on your drink and you look at the door. You weren't expecting anyone to come today, so this got your curiousity.

You stand before the door, your hand hesitatingly float just a few inches from the doorknob before finally turning open the door, making a click sound.

You weren't sure who you assume would come but certainly not-

"..Jane?"

You stared at the man infront you in utter disbelief.

He was also seemingly taken aback at your reaction, shifting to stand up straight on reflex. With wide eyes you look up and down at him, he's standing in a rather awkward way and wears his easily recognizable blue jacket which was smudged with some stains and dirts on it aswell as his helmet. You were still gawking before he spoke up almost lowly, "Hey.." giving a small wave.

As your mind is still processing everything, you moved yourself aside from the door as a silent gesture for him to come in. He steps inside as you look around the outside before locking the door again.

"Uh, you can take a look around a little first, i- need to do something real quick." You stammer still in disbelief. He nodded, seemingly acknowledging the awkward tension between two of you. You walk fast to the bathroom, closing the door as you lean on the door still feeling overwhelmed hence you're unsure how to react to his sudden appearance.

You gaze at the mirror and stare at your nervous reflection, listening to the faint mumurs of voices arguing in your head. You closed your eyes, frustrated and perplexed. After pondering for a little longer you decided that it's probably the best if you try to listen to jane's side of the story to really understand what ever is going now right now. You have a feeling there's going to be alot to unravel.

Going back to the living room, you found him staring at one of the picture frames hanging on the wall of you and your colleagues. Hearing the door click he spun around and you interject.

"Do you want me to get you another clothes?" You offered, and he took a last glance at the picture before nodding. You walked closer to him and hold out your hand and he takes off the jacket and hands it to you, then you toss it into the laundry hamper and went to fetch some unused clothes you had in store as precaution.

"Hey, Jane?" You called out, "I've prepare some hot water and towels for you to use in the spare room." You gave him the necessity and leading him to the said room.

You weren't sure if he had already ate breakfast yet, so just to be sure, while waiting you heat up and prepare the food you cooked earlier and washed the dirty clothes. After he returned you proffer to which he accepted and thanked you in a monotone voice before you two sat and eat in silent.

When you glanced up at him, you were met with a stoic and an almost emotionless face. He kept his gaze down and you could almost swear you never saw him blink.

Throughout the day, you two kept a distance. Occasionally he'd come up to you and ask some specific questions about your early life and friends which you hesitantly answered whilst choosing your words. In an attempt to lighten up the mood a little, you showed him several old collection of yours and recalling some good and bad memories, simultaneously engaging himself aswell.

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You drowsily walked down the corridor and yawned, feeling slightly annoyed having to get out of bed to get snack. The faint drizzling rain still audible from the outside.

Finally reaching the kitchen, you grabbed some random available ingredients you had in your fridge and without having to think much, you made a quick work with it.

Just as you sat down and began eating, your eyes suddenly landed on a shadowy figure sitting outside the porch. You tilted your head and took another bite of the snack before you stood up.

"Jane?" He suddenly turned stiff before he turns his head and sees you. "Oh, hello." He greeted.

"What are you doing outside? It's cold and it looks like it's about to rain any minute now." You asked, feeling a little worried. "Just enjoying the view is all." He answered. Your hands held loosely on the door as you thought for awhile, shifting your attention from him to the cloudy and dark sky before returning back to him.

"Hm. Well, i made a snack and uh, tea. Would you like some?"

"Sure."

You took the light food and drinks onto a small tray and carried it outside. You sat down next to him and placed the tray between the two of you and took your piece. He held the mug in his hand and looked at the content then pulled his eyes up from the drink to look at you munching on your snack. "Chamomile milk tea. It's good for relaxation." You remarked. He blinked and you added, "don't worry, it's pretty sweet."

Finally deciding to listen, he took a few sip and you watched as his eyes slowly lit up with delight at the taste. You sold a small laugh at his reaction as he drink more and let out a contented sigh. Still feeling sleepy while chewing on your food, your eyes and mind drifted off briefly. "I'm sorry."

Your eyes shot open at those two words, and you snapped your attention at jane. His gaze avoided yours and instead looked down at his mug. Waiting for a further explanation and given none, you frowned with confusion. What does he mean by that?

He open his mouth with no words coming out before closing his mouth again and letting out a tired heavy sigh and closed his eyes for a moment. Seemingly having a terrible mental debate over what to tell. You turn away a little and lowered your head, wondering and worrying to what had happen to cause such a change in him..

"I.. i'm not jane." He suddenly stated in a low voice.

At that, your head perked up and looked back at him, slightly raising one eyebrow and squinting. Feeling like you're given even more questions rather than answers. He checks for your reaction and took a deep breath, "i'm not him." He stated once again, firmly.

"I killed him."

A look of alarm appeared on your face as you continued to stare at him, mouth agape. Your cup almost fell off your grasp before he began talking again. "Conagher slaughterhouse. Jules. There was a copying machine. He.. there were numerous copies of him. And i destroyed it all." He paused. "And it was cold. That's.. that's what cyclops feels like." He stares at his hands, and you followed his gaze. His hand is visibly trembling. Air hitched in his throat the longer he stared thus he covered his face with his hands and sobbed.

Your face switched immediately to worry once again, and you slide closer to him by instinct and raised your hand to put it on his shoulder to provide little comfort.

"I'm sorry, i've been lying to you. I don't deserve your help. I've been making you worry too much for someone you love who's dead. Replaced by me, another cheap clone of endless one." Despite your disturbed self, you felt your heart crumble upon seeing his terrified face that was now visible as his helmet was slightly slid up.

A single tear rolled down his distress yet still stoic face and you gave him a side hug. He tensed up for a moment and words were stuck in his throat before closing his eyes and slowly accepting your gesture and hugging you tightly. You could hear his sniffling right above your ear, accompanied by warm tears that intensified dropping on your shoulder.

You weren't be able to fully comprehend the whole situation yourself. Your mind is still stunned by the newfound information that your friend who you had been searching for a lengthy time now, fell out to be a clone, and that the real one is already long gone. You could easily think this must've been some sort of sick joke or that he was seriously losing his mind.. yet, his trembling body in your arms holding you tightly struggles to convice you to believe that pointless idea.

"It's not your fault." You whispered under your breath. And the two of you sat there under the awning as the rain increases very so slightly. truthfully you never exactly liked the rain and so does he. But it's always raining.

I can't believe i had said it

But it's true

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