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Experiment 56 [part 6]

Neteyam x Human reader ( like a mix of human and Navi )

and sullyFAM x human reader, spider x reader , and quaritch x reader (dont blame me )

Tw: mmm neteyam baby, reader being mutant, neytiri being a sweetheart-mother, Sad, violence, kidnapping, quaritch is acting weird, a surprise at the end, net and spider fighting like baby girls, all the characters are aged up 20's.

POV: Y/N is surprised that it is an indispensable piece for the human race. Her family will do everything possible to keep her hidden and safe…

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Note: We are getting closer to the end ahhh. I hope you like this part a lot, I made some changes with the characters. I don't want anyone to be the "villain" at the end. I want eywa to be in control of everything. *wink* Plus there's a surprise at the end. And remember that if you want me to do more stuff about other characters, go ahead, the request is open. From now on I warn you that I am not very expert in this Navi culture, but I did my best. And I'll be using events that happened in the movie, but they won't be exactly the same. And sorry for the spelling. English is not my mother tongue.

Spider opens his eyes…he was on an abandoned rock, he had several bruises on his body. When he fell from the ilu he had hit his head. Slowly he gets up and rubs his eyes. Trying to remember… until everything that happened comes to his mind. "Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!!!" He starts screaming…he stands up and tries to see something in the distance of the ocean. But nothing…he needs to go tell the others. But how, he had no way to get there. He wasn't a navi and he wasn't like you. Out of nowhere, he sees how your ilu, comes closer and looks at him. "Hì'i … I need you to take me home. Y/N is in danger" says spider, speaking calmly so the creature doesn't panic. Your ilu settles sideways and looks at spider, she is inviting him to come up. Spider couldn't believe it, Hì'i understood. This has to be eywa, she was helping him. He quickly climbed in and began the ride back to the village.

You hadn't been in the boat that long, but the adrenaline was already down…and the movements he was making were making you dizzy. Quaritch was next to you, and noticed how you were closing your eyes. "Hey, hey honey…don't close your eyes. I have to take you back to the base" Quaritch tried to get you back in the seat. But it was too late, your eyes had closed. "Shit…" complained Quaritch, you had passed out. "hey lyle, help me out here… we need to get her comfortable." Lyle came over and helped get you settled. He watched as Quaritch, carefully adjusted your head. "Boss… careful, you look very…" Quaritch gave him a fulminating look. Lyle took the hint and continued doing his job. Quaritch sat down next to you, and straightened up. He had to concentrate…but something in him told him this was wrong. He had to get it out of his head…he had a mission, and he had to accomplish it. That's what Miles Quaritch would do. That's what he would do, right?

Meanwhile, neytiri and Jake had returned from the ride they were taking to tuk. They happily walked into the marui, they were making some jokes. When they entered, all their children were there, but neytiri noticed that you and spider were present. "where is y/n?" she asks as she starts looking for breakfast things, " she went out for a walk with spider, you know they were upset yesterday. I think they're making up." Says loak, who was quietly lying in a hammock.

Neteyam approached his parents, he had to tell them what you and he decided the night before. He was excited, but he didn't know how his parents would react. It's not like they didn't know what was going on between you and Neteyam, but telling them in person scared him. "mom, dad… can I talk to you? Well… to the whole family." Neteyam said, as he sat down on the floor, kiri and tuk followed him. And loak shifted his gaze to his brother, but without leaving the hammock. Jake and neytiri accompanied them, they gave each other a few looks before sitting down on the ground. "Well… I wanted y/n to be here… but I know she'll be here soon. But I can't stand the feeling…" Neteyam takes a deep breath. Everyone is looking at him very intently. "Y/N and I….are a mate. We have bonded before eywa… and I hope you all will accept our relationship" neteyam said, quickly and confidently. His first instinct was to look at his mother's face. Neytiri was silent, she had no expression on her face, she didn't know what to say. "Well…I knew that already, with how cuddly you two have been lately mmm it was obvious" loak said, as he settled into the hammock and continued sleeping. Kiri got up and hugged her big brother. "I'm so happy!!! it's about time!!!" tuk is also hugging his brother. " yes, yes yes yes" tuk hums as neteyam hugs his sisters back." Son…" said Jake as he stands up to approach neteyam. Jake knelt down in front of him, put his hands on his shoulders and smiled. "Congratulations… but we already knew that" neteyam's face went blank, how come they already knew that. Neytiri laughed a little and talked." You think we haven't noticed your attitudes… or how you and y/n share matching items of clothing. Or how y/n have your scent" neytiri teases. "We can smell it a mile away, you need to calm down" loak complains from a distance. Neteyam smiles, and looks at his mother. "I am happy with you…I want you to take care of each other and know that your relationship is not common, but not impossible. I love you both and I will always be here to take care of you." Neytiri hugs neteyam, the embrace is warm and welcoming. "when y/n and spider arrive… let's celebrate!!!" kiri says as she thinks about what gift she was going to give you. It was a tradition, to give something to the new partner of some family member, well…you weren't new to the family. But it was the perfect excuse to make you a new top.

Neteyam started playing with tuk and kiri looking for things to prepare your gift. "This is very strange, she doesn't usually take this long" says Jake. "I'm sure they're on their way" said neteyam, until he sees spider walk in to marui very agitated, with teary eyes." THEY'VE GOT HER, THEY'VE TAKEN HER!!!" shouts spider." WHO?" Jake approaches the boy, grabbing him by the shoulders. Everyone present stood up from their places to approach spider. " THEY…THE SOLDIERS…HAVE HER!!!!" spider was still crying. " Spider what are you saying?" neteyam approaches the boy. His heart wants to burst out of his chest…his breathing becomes difficult. " THEY ATTACKED US…AND TOOK HER AWAY IN A BOAT. I SWEAR I COULDN'T DO ANYTHING!!!" Screams spider…the poor boy doesn't know what to do, he has all of y/n's relatives surrounding him, and of course he was scared, they were twice the size of him.

Neytiri feels like she was going to faint, as her eyes start to fill with tears. She falls to the ground and starts screaming." NO, NO, NO… MY LITTLE ONE, NO" Jake comes over to reassure her, he too was in a state of shook. "Jake, they took her…they took my little girl" neytiri screams. All these years taking care of you like her greatest treasure, defending you from others…from their insults, from their indifferent treatment. And now she had taken you away. She couldn't stand it. Jake didn't know what to do… kiri and tuk were still questioning spider, who was crying and trying to explain what had happened. While loak was on the other side of his mother trying to get her to calm down. Jake could see loak's tears running down his cheeks as he tried to be strong for his mother. And neteyam…wait, where was neteyam?

Neteyam was already on his way to his ilu, his eyes were pure hatred and frustration. In his hands he carried his bow. They had captured his mate, he wasn't going to let them get away with it. He was about to climb onto his ilu, until he felt someone tugging on his arm. When he turned around it was his father." What the hell are you doing" yells jake, as he tries to pull his son to him. "I'm going to rescue her!!!! That's what I'm going to do" Jake holds Neteyam by the shoulders. "Listen to me…I'm sure those guys, they're already at the base. They're already in the woods, you know what will happen to you if you go there now?" neteyam turns away from his father. "I don't care, we have to go look for her !!!!" shouts neteyam, jake had never seen him like this. Neteyam always tries to control his anger, but now it was impossible. "son look at me" jake is holding neteyam's face. He can see tears welling up in his eyes, jake knows how he feels, he feels incompetent, guilty, upset. "we're going to get her i promise" jake speaks, while he himself can't keep his feelings to himself. They had kidnapped one of his daughters, but they had to act smart. "but dad… they're going to hurt her" neteyam complains. "Let's call norm and the other guys. We need a plan." Jake wipes the tears from neteyam's face, and they welcome him into their arms. "We're going to get her… I promise. You and the Family." If it were up to Jake, he'd be flying full speed ahead in his ikran, get to the base…rip the heads off of anything that got in his way and take you back home. But I knew that was suicide… he had to have a plan.

AREA 12, northeast of pandora:

You opened your eyes slowly, wow… your head was spinning. You feel like your head is going to explode, you slowly sit up, and feel the softness under your hands. Your eyes are still adjusting to the new clarity, but as you look down you see that you are on some kind of bed. You look up startled, and see a white room, there are only several pieces of furniture. The bed, a closet, a desk and some small lamps. You knew what these things were, since you had slept over in norm and max's labs when you were little. But this room was strange…there was a window…in which you could see the flora of pandora…it was beautiful. As you analyze the room you see how on the right side there is a door. You run towards it, but fall to the floor. You are very weak. And that's where all your memories come back.

You remember how you fell into the sea, how you saw spider floating unconscious, how they grabbed you by your braid and how they took you away in that disgusting boat. And those men, you remember them too. You stand up a little and crawl to the edge of the bed. You hug your knees and can't help but cry. You were scared…where was everybody. where was neytiri? jake? They always rescued you. Where was neteyam? They didn't know where you were, and if spider was dead…would he be okay? You had so many questions in your head. You wanted to go home.

The door to the room opened, you looked up to see him. It was that man, you knew who he was. Your father had told you about him, and how they had their conflicts. And how he tried to kill him. Besides, you still remembered the first time he tried to kidnap you in the forest. The man came a little closer to you. "Hello…pretty" I said Quaritch." Don't call me pretty" you affirm, and move a little further away from him. "oh wow…you can speak English." Quaritch doesn't give up and continues to slowly move closer. "of course you idiot…or wait, I forgot. you guys think you're the only beings with intellect?" you say as you shift your gaze.

"Wow, I didn't know you had that temper…I like it" Quaritch sits down in a chair that is about 5 feet or so away from your bed. "hey, I'm not here to hurt you…just" you interrupt him." no? then what did you kidnap me for?" you challenge him, as you stand up a little, forgetting how weak you were, and fall back down to the floor. "Hey calm down… I see that you are weak. And for your information it wasn't me who did that." I said Quaritch. "Then who?" you ask. "The RDA, they sent me to find you. You're important y/n" say Quaritch, as he gets up from his seat and walks over to a small table right next to the closet, and starts to prepare a glass of water. "Important? To what or who?" you want to know what the hell you were doing here and what they wanted from you.

Quaritch approaches and offers you the glass of water, you refuse to take it." Hey…. I'm not trying to poison you. I swear" he raises his right hand, and drinks from the other glass of water. You analyze the scene and see that nothing has happened to him. You decide to take the glass, you were dying of thirst. You drink the water as if there is no tomorrow. "Wow…someone was thirsty" Quaritch sneers and kneels down right in front of you. "you are the salvation of the human race, with your DNA it will be possible to make mutations in humans, thus allowing them to breathe and live here in pandora. A whole new race would be created." Said the man. "But why don't you create others like me and leave me alone?" you place the glass next to you. "honey… you are one of a kind. There is no other like you… not here in Pandora, not in any other area of space." Quaritch looks you in the eye, the voice he is using makes your hair stand on end. You couldn't deny that this man was intimidating. "You're doing this to attract my father, aren't you?" you ask him dryly, while you don't take your eyes off him. "Mmm no, that blue monkey doesn't interest me anymore. I have other plans." said Quaritch, as he stands up. To be honest he had lost interest in looking for Jake a long time ago. He didn't even know what he was doing in this place anymore.

"You have to be grateful, little one," said Quaritch, as he opened the door to the room. "Why?" you ask. "If it wasn't for me, you'd be in a cold, filthy metal cage. So …you're welcome" he turns his gaze, gives you a smile and starts to walk out. "oh, by the way, you need to put on the clothes over there" he points to a bundle of clothes lying next to the bed. "That's your new uniform, that door on the left is the bathroom, you can do your business there. You have water on that table and later someone will bring you food" He walks out of the room leaving you alone. You looked at where the clothes were. You didn't know what this kind of cloth was. You had never used anything like this before, you were used to wearing your navi female clothes. This was weird…you examine it for a while. But you start to feel cold…maybe he was right. Besides, your father had told you that it was always better to go with the flow, if you were vulnerable, so you would wear these clothes. You didn't want them to get upset with you and hurt you for not obeying.

You get up from the floor and start to take off your clothes. You put on the new clothes, wow they were so different, they felt different. You didn't like it, but it gave you warmth. You were wearing a matching style of sweater and pants. Gray color. And you noticed how on the chest on the right side there was a label that said "experiment 56". Out of nowhere you got nauseous, and dizzy. You ran to the bathroom, and threw up in some kind of bucket. You opened a lever so that water came out and cleaned everything. This must be the sink, you tell yourself. You wipe your face and go back to bed. You lay on your side and lay there waiting for something to happen. You couldn't help but cry, you missed your family.

Quaritch was watching everything from the cameras in the security area. It was an exclusive room, where there were about 6 cameras recording everything in your room. "You just saw that girl naked," says Lyle as he walks in and sits in one of the chairs. "No, I just logged in… I'm not depraved like you" miles keeps looking at the screens, while watching you wipe your face. I could tell you were in pain. "I don't know, what's wrong with you… I feel like something in you has changed. What's going on here?" Lyle taps his boss on the head, the two of them had that confidence. Not everyone could touch Colonel Quaritch, but Lyle gave himself that freedom. "you wouldn't understand lyle" said miles, as he turns his face to look at his friend. "You feel like you're not you, don't you?" says lyle as he settles further into the seat. "You feel like you're not that person, you know… we have their memories, but you feel like they're intruders." Quaritch looks at his friend. "that's true" Miles states, lyle reaches over and places a hand on his friend's shoulder." But we have a mission, and the orders are clear. You've already done a lot for that girl…she's comfortable and safe in a room. The rest…will be the responsibility of the scientists" said lyle getting up and walking out of the room. Miles knew those lab rats weren't exactly nice. They didn't see you as an ordinary human, but as a thing to be tested. He had already been through it, when he first got his avatar body, and it wasn't a very pleasant experience, so he decided that he would take care of you. Or so his "other self" inside him decided.

Meanwhile in the Metkayina village….

Neytiri was sitting right on the edge of the entrance to the marui, contemplating the view. She hoped you would come back. You always did… her memories were lost to that moment, where you were lost in the forest for 2 days. You were only 6 years old, she remembers the feeling she felt at that moment. She and Jake went looking everywhere for you and nothing. Norm and the others helped in the rescue. Mo'at was trying to comfort Neytiri, telling her that you were a brave, strong and smart girl. That she would come back. "daughter mine…. y/n is like the river, it runs away…it flows, but it always returns to its home the ocean…it will come back to you" and so it did…neytiri was looking for some things in the forest, preparing to search for you again. Until she felt someone hug her leg, she looked down and saw her cute little girl. Her eyes were teary, but she was smiling. "mom…I got lost" neytiri held her in her arms and promised never to let go. But this was not the case.

Neteyam accompanied her, she hugged him. Neytiri could feel neteyam's tears fall into her arms. Knowing that her children were suffering was killing her. She turned back, and saw a desperate Jake, trying to communicate with Norm. She knew he was at the point of collapse. Kiri and tuk were sitting looking at their father and spider, and loak… he was out for a walk. Neytiri knew it was to cry alone. She looked at neteyam one more time, stroked his head. "calm love…the river always returns to its home, to the ocean" she could hear neteyam sobbing louder. She didn't want to think how you were, she had the feeling that you were suffering.

" norm, can you hear me!!!!" jake tries to move to find the signal. Spider holds the wires, making a kind of antenna. "yes jake, I hear you clear. What's going on?" norm says on the other end of the comlink. "they have y/n, they kidnapped her. You have to come here, you have to help me find her" norm couldn't believe what he was hearing. "I'M GOING THERE !!!! GIVE ME 1 HOUR" norm runs, to tell the others and start packing up and getting the ship ready. Jake dropped the device that looked like a portable phone, collapsed on the floor, and couldn't help but cry. What had he done wrong, kiri came over and hugged him, tuk went with her. Spider watched the scene, jake invited him into the hug. Spider joined him. "It's not your fault kid… it's not your fault" says jake. As spider looks at him. And then hugs him tighter.

Loak was walking on the beach, collecting shells for your collection. He decided that when you came back you would have new shells to organize. Tsireya came over, by now everyone in the village had heard what was going on. "loak… are you ok?" tsireya put her hand on the boy's man, he was on the ground looking for corals. She could hear him crying, she knelt down and hugged him. "They're going to find her, I promise" loak turns and hugs her. The moment was interrupted when he hears some kind of ship arriving off the coast of the village. Norm had arrived faster than he said. Loak said goodbye to tsireya and ran towards the marui.

Jake ran, towards Norm. These two hugged… it was a long hug, it was like a "I'm here brother, I'm going to help you" Norm looked at Jake and said "come on …. I've got the stuff". Jake led him to the marui, norm went inside and started to get his stuff out. Max accompanied them. Everyone in the family watched as Norm tried to locate a few things." Ok, spider you have to tell me where they were last" spider told norm everything, neteyam listened attentively. "It hurts…because we were making passes" said spider as he looked down. Not until he feels someone grab him by the throat and his body is lifted off the ground. " you fucker…if you weren't so nosy" neteyam had the boy in his hands. "NETEYAM" shouts neytiri, while jake tries to make neteyam let go of the boy. Kiri was trying to remove his brother's hands from spider's neck. Spider was losing his breath. " Wait…" he couldn't speak, jake and norm were able to make neteyam let go of spider, he fell to the floor. "are you crazy…what's wrong with you?" yells kiri to neteyam, neteyam was already walking back to where the boy was, until loak stops him. "ENOUGH, STOP IT!" shouts neytiri with tuk in her arms, the poor girl was scared. "This is no one's fault…let's calm down." Norm states. Kiri tries to help spider, this one had a big mark on her neck. While neteyam sat on the other side of the marui. The atmosphere was calming down, but it still felt tense.

"Jake… this is something almost impossible. We don't know where they went, I bet they went to base 12. The one near our camp, the one in the mountains" norm looks at jake worried. "I think the right thing to do is to go back and investigate from there, it's useless here" Norm waits for an answer from his friend. Jake looks at his family, they have all listened. "let's go, what we're waiting!!!" says neteyam. Jake looks at the others, they all approved the decision. "well so be it…sully we will go home." Jake announced, as everyone got up to prepare everything for the return. Jake decided that they would all go back in norm's ship, it was fast. Neytiri didn't like the idea, but agreed.

Before leaving Ronal approached the family. "I hope you find the girl… you know you will always be welcome here, this is your home" said Ronal as he handed her something she had prepared for you. You had won ronal's affection, she didn't want to show it, but she had cried a little. You were a wonderful girl. Neytiri wiped her face and thanked her for the gesture. "We'll be back very soon, and thanks for everything" Jake affirms. "Anything… count on us" Tonowari gives him a handshake. And lets them go. Jake knows this was going to be hard, and that it was highly unlikely they would find you easily, but he had to try.

It was already dark, you had slept all afternoon… when you awoke you saw how the view to the window had darkened. You cringed a little. You hoped this was all a dream. But no… you were alone in a room that was too cold for your taste. You walked over to the table where there was water and began to pour yourself some, your stomach growling. You hadn't eaten anything all day. wow, there's nothing to eat here. you look around and there's nothing. You sit down on a chair, and look outside. Are they looking for you? Or did they just decide to leave you here? You were asking these questions to yourself, until the door opened. And you saw a Quaritch walk in with a plate in his hands.

"I'm bringing dinner!!!" he said cheerfully and with a smile on his face. "And why do you have to bring it yourself?" you ask, as you settle into the seat. "Well… if you want someone else to bring them I'll tell them, but I promise they won't be this nice." He speaks as he places the plate on the table. You look at the food, it was kind of strange to you. The only thing you could recognize was a fruit you liked. But the rest was unknown to you. "I don't know if you'll like this… but it's some chicken, vegetables, some grains…" says Quaritch, while you let out a giggle. He looks at you curiously. "This looks disgusting." You say matter-of-factly. You were afraid this would backfire on you, but again you analyze the food. "here use this fork" you take the fork and look at the man. "I know what's dumb!!!" you shift your gaze, and play with the food. Miles stares at you as you move some things around and taste others. He gets a laugh, as you taste some and make disgusted faces. Until you taste the chicken. "mmm this doesn't taste so bad" you say as you take another bite. You are pretty sure you are eating this, because you are about to starve to death. "I was informed that your tests start tomorrow" says miles, you look at him confused." What tests?" you take another piece of chicken and eat it. "I imagine it will be some blood and stuff" your memory takes you back to all the times norm took blood from you." Oh noooo, I'm not going to do that" you say as you drop the fork on the plate. "hey relax, you have to do it…if you don't they will make you. I recommend you cooperate." Miles comments as he again falls silent.

You finish eating, and miles gets up and takes the plate. He walks to the door. "Are you coming to get me?" you ask a little shyly… you didn't trust him. But at least he hadn't treated you badly since you got here. "Well… if that's what you want. Yes" miles looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "It's okay" you say as you settle into your bed." It's okay, get some rest little one." Quaritch leaves the room, and you get more comfortable on the mattress. You were so tired, your eyes closed on their own.

The next day, you wake up when you feel a hand moving you, you turn over and open your eyes. "Hey little one … it's time to get up." Miles says, you sit up in bed. You were all asleep. And wow, you weren't ringing, you watch as Quaritch is arranging something on the table. You get out of bed and walk to the bathroom. This bathroom thing wasn't your thing, you never liked it…it was your non-preferred thing in norm's lab, but you knew how it worked. You looked in the mirror, saw how messy your hair was and noticed the little dots you had on your face. This is what neteyam meant when he said you glowed in the dark too, you smiled to yourself. You missed him so much. A voice pulled you out of your thoughts. "y/n we have 10 minutes. Let's go!!!" shouted Miles from outside. You finish using the bathroom and try to fix your hair, as your braids are in disarray. You decide to undo them, leaving your hair loose. And you make a few small braids on the sides of your face. You had to do something for you, otherwise you were going to die of sadness. You were missing Kiri, she always does your hair. You come out of the bathroom and Quaritch looks at you in surprise.

His tail is wagging from side to side. You notice his behavior, and chuckle to yourself. "You look very pretty." He says as he clears his throat and walks you out. "listen little one…" miles speaks as you walk through the halls of the complex, and boy… were they depressing. " you have a tracker on your mullet, if you run away… we'll find you." Miles says, as he looks at you again. "I hadn't noticed… you can breathe this air without any problem. It's funny" and yes, it was. You could breathe human air and pandora's air without any problem. You looked Miles up and down. He noticed your action. "Do you see anything you like?" he asks arrogantly. You groan a little." Don't get excited soldier, I have my partner" Miles laughs a little." So I was right, that guy is your partner…the blue monkey" you punch him in the arm, Quaritch is shocked. "Sorry…blue monkey? Don't you dare talk about him like that" you say annoyed. "I'm sorry, I apologize" he clears his throat. "Well, he's a lucky boy." You look at quaritch curiously. This man is strange. Very very strange.

Meanwhile in the shelter in the mountains, your search attempts seemed hopeless. There was nothing. They didn't have any contacts so they could spy inside the base. If they got too close, they knew he was going to die. Neytiri and neteyam were ready to fight, but Jake begged them not to, it was risky. Jake knew you didn't want any of them to get hurt. But he was getting desperate too. Norm had no idea what to do. They were all waiting for something to happen. "We have to do something!!!" said loak, as he gets up to walk back and forth in the lab. Neteyam was sitting, distracted. One could tell how down he was. "What if some avatar comes in and pretends to be staff?" says kiri, norm shakes his head. "They have security and as soon as they see us they'll know it's us. We are fugitives" norm shakes his head. "Don't worry, we'll keep working on this, we're not going to give up" says Jake, while an annoyed Neytiri leaves the lab room. They all stand there in silence, no one is in the mood to follow anyone.

Neytiri goes to the spirit tree, it has been months since she has been here. She knelt down and connected her braid to one of the branches of the tree. And began to pray to eywa. "please eywa…. Let my daughter be safe. Let her come back to me. Let her find a soul, who will help her come back to me. No matter how long it takes, but let her come back to me. Please." Neytiri says as tears come out of her eyes. She opens her eyes and gets up to leave. She knew you were okay, but she was afraid of what they would do to you. That was her biggest fear.

Two weeks… two weeks had passed. And you were still in that horrible place. They had done many tests. Both physical and blood tests. They discovered that your DNA was different from that of the human and the navi. It was a new strand. But you shared similarities with both races. They investigated how you were able to wear your braid, although when they tried to touch it, you would not allow it. And Quaritch confronted the scientists, saying they shouldn't do anything you didn't want. You couldn't deny it, he had been very nice to you. It was as if he was someone else… you were so sure he wasn't the same man from that forest who was yelling at you not to move. Now he was kind, funny and your companion everywhere you went. You didn't trust him completely, but you had no choice.

After several tests you began to feel bad, you thought that the discomfort was because you missed your family, but no, this discomfort came from somewhere else. Your head started to hurt, you felt dizzy and you barely touched your lunch. You tried to get comfortable in your bed, but it was useless. So you decided to call Quaritch from an "emergency" button he had placed on the table. He didn't take long to arrive, and when he entered the room he saw you lying on the floor. "Hey little one… what's wrong?" he asked worriedly. "I don't know, my head is spinning" you try to explain, but you are too sick for that. Miles takes you in his arms and carries you to the nurse's office.

He's worried about you, and has been since you arrived. Even Lyle has noticed the change in the colonel's behavior, well… if he was still the colonel. His attitude was kinder, he was calmer and he was even refusing to go on some routine missions. Lyle felt like he was talking to someone else. He wasn't complaining, he liked this thousand more, he was nice, calm and he cared about others. It was weird… but Lyle knew it had something to do with you. Or something that had made him change. By chance, Lyle was walking down the hallway near the nurse's office and saw a worried Miles walking from side to side. He had his ears back and his tail was between his legs." Hey colonel, what's going on?" lyle asks him." Oh thank god you're here, y/n got really bad. I don't know what's wrong," Queritch says a little agitated. "hey, take it easy… maybe something she ate made her sick. You know she's used to navi food" lyle tries to calm miles down. "Yes, that could be it," says Miles, as he sits down on a seat outside the nurse's office. Lyle decides to join him. He didn't know what was happening to him. His colonel's heart had gone soft.

"Colonel?" speaks a scientist, coming out of the room where you were. "Yes, what happened?" Miles stood up quickly. "I don't know how to say this… I'm in shock. We did some tests. And everything was fine…until we decided to do some routine tests, you know the normal ones and…" the scientist paused. Lyle and Quaritch gave each other a worried look. It couldn't be what they thought. "The girl is pregnant." Quaritch couldn't believe what he was hearing. You were pregnant? How was that possible? "How is that possible?" Lyle asked the scientist. "Well… if she has a mate, and let's take into account that she shares similarities with the na'vis, it's possible, but you have to do other tests," says the scientist. "Do what you have to do, but carefully" says Miles, while running his hand through his hair. Lyle and Miles stand in silence, in that dark corridor. What were they going to do now?

Fun fact: Hì’i, is the name of your ilu, tuk has named her this way because she has very pretty lines on the sides of her face. Hì'i means heaven.

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blueraineshadows · 1 year

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Am I Forgiven?

Sebastian x MC - fighting, forgiveness, and nightgown kisses

MC sighed at the open tomes spread out before her and rubbed a frustrated hand across her brow. The aged script was beginning to blur into a mass of sliding characters and there was a dull ache growing behind her eyes. Goblin lore was bad enough during History of Magic lessons, but to sit here in her own time scouring pages upon pages of it was bordering on torture. However, Sebastian's words still stung, they had wormed their way under her skin and she hated how much it bothered her.

"Ignorant."

MC had reeled at his jibe, the fury on his face and the way he spat the word cutting her deeper than she could ever have imagined. Since when did she care? She had never cared about what other people thought of her, never let it stop her going after what she wanted, she was tougher than that. Sebastian was useful, he taught her things, he was handy in a fight, it was never the plan to grow fond of him. She shouldn't care what he thought of her.

But his words had eaten away at her all day, frustration making her sneak into the Undercroft to dig out the books stashed there, books that were not on the school reading list. The idea that she was not smart enough for the likes of him irked her almost as much as his insult. She would prove him wrong.

Maybe not tonight though. She yawned and stretched, time to sneak back to bed. As she was about to begin collecting the scattered texts, the grate of the Undercroft entrance groaned signalling the arrival of one of the boys. MC shot to her feet. Please be Ominis she silently begged.

Sebastian strode in, fully dressed but tie askew, his hair unruly. He halted in surprise at the sight of her, his eyes widening as he took in her ankle length nightgown, feet clad in nothing but her stockings. MC lifted her chin a little, her eyes skipping to where her Slytherin robe was slung over a crate, her boots abandoned beside it.

"MC," he said. His voice sounded deeper, slightly hoarse. Again, his eyes moved over her and his cheeks reddened a touch. "I didnt think anyone would be here."

"Dont worry, I was just leaving," she said coldly. "Wouldn't want to crowd you with my ignorance."

He sighed. "I didnt mean it. What I said...I was angry. You are from ignorant."

No. Don't look at me with those eyes she thought, and turned to snatch up her robe. She had to stay mad, she couldn't let him lure her in. Her fingers shook, much to her horror. She flung her robe about trying to get it the right way round to put on, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and fury at herself.

"What are you reading?" He asked. His voice was closer, she spun on the spot, eyeing him as he bent to pick up one of the books. He raised an eyebrow. "Goblin lore? You don't give up, do you?"

Her fingers clenched tighter around the cloth of her robe. "Never," she said firmly. "If Lodgok can get me information, get me closer to Ranrok, then he is useful to know."

He met her eyes. "Is that how you see me too? Useful for your own ends?"

MC opened her mouth but no words came out. Sebastian looked away, but not before she saw a flash of something like hurt in his eyes. He nodded as he slapped the book closed in a puff of dust. MC felt something twang in her chest but she shoved it down. She couldn't afford to care, she couldn't let him get close. Closer meant it hurt more when they were gone.

"When I said I wasnt prepared to get involved with whatever this Lodgok wants, you were quick to start severing ties with me," he said. He turned to face her again. "I figured my usefulness had run out. I am not a fool, MC. You forget, when it comes to manipulating people to get what I want, I'm an expert. I know a schemer when I see one. You've got Ominis wrapped around your little finger for a start."

MC felt heat flush her face. "How dare you! As if you're not doing the exact same thing to me! The only reason you help me is because you want me to cure Anne, otherwise you would have had no issue with leaving me to rot inside that scriptorium. You certainly had no difficulty casting Crucio on me and we both know you have to mean it."

"Only because you didnt have the nerve to cast it yourself!" He snapped back. His brow furrowed as his anger began to bubble up. "You had me teach it to you only to chicken out at the last moment. I mean, you're hand was shaking like a fucking leaf as you pointed the wand at me. So yes, I do try to help you. Not just for Anne, but because if I didn't, you would go out there to fight Merlin knows what, unprepared and alone and likely end up dead for your efforts."

MC remembered facing him down, wand up, the word Crucio on the tip of her tongue. He was right, she hadn't been able to do it. It infuriated her no end that she hadn't been able to. Because she couldn't do it with meaning. All she could see was his cheeky smirk, the way his face would get all intense when he was reading, the day he took her to meet Anne and the playful way he had been with his twin. She remembered the feel of his hand against the small of her back, the way he had helped her get to her feet when she stumbled, and he always had her back in a fight. She had come to rely on his presence, couldn't wait to tell him about something she had discovered, felt delight at drawing out a smile from him, and it scared the absolute shit out of her. There was no way she could cast an Unforgivable on him but there was no way she was going to admit all of that to his arrogant face.

With a growl of frustration she shook out her robe, determined to get it back on and get out of there, but her hands were still shaking and the blasted thing would not obey her. "I don't need you to save me," she insisted. "If I can face the Keepers trials alone, then I'm fine with everything else. I don't need a baby sitter."

The robe seemed to have a mind of its own. She threw it to the floor and yanked on her boots instead.

"I am under no illusions about your need for a saviour, I've seen you bring down mountain trolls after all, and I definitely have no plans to be your baby sitter," he snapped. "But if you think that I am going to stand by while you walk into some sneaky goblin trap, then you are sadly mistaken. Goblins cannot be trusted."

"And you can?" She spun to face him, her hair flying against her flushed cheeks. He had her robe in his hands and he was even closer, close enough the see the fire light from the candles flicker in his brown eyes. His anger disappeared at her words. A look passed across his face and it looked like sadness. She swallowed down the fear clawing up her throat. "I've told you more than I have ever shared with anyone else. I've put my trust in you and I don't know if that was the right choice."

Her voice cracked on the last word and her chest tightened with the raw honesty she had spilled. She felt horribly exposed to him and she feared that he could see all the other feelings that were swirling around those words.

He stepped around her and placed her robe gently over her shoulders. Of course, the fabric behaved in his long fingers, draping perfectly around her. He spun her to face him, the press of his finger tips a delight and an agony, and he fastened the robe against her chest. She stared at him, her eyes scanning his face, waiting for a smart comment, the arrogant twist of his lips, but all she could see was sadness. Just like that her anger melted, slipping through her fingers and she had nothing else to cling to. Nothing to use as a shield against her vulnerability. How the hell did he do it?

He met her gaze and she was trapped in it. Her eyes were fused with his. "If you want, you can walk out of here and I will not trouble you again," he said softly. "But I meant what I said. I would never let you walk into danger alone, or unprepared. I will always have your back, just as you have had mine."

MC felt a stinging at the backs of her eyes. She never cried, refused to. Weakness was never an option. Sebastian lifted his hands either side of her face, she could have sworn his fingers were trembling as he cupped her jaw, the pad of his thumb grazing an agonising sweep near her mouth. "If you do walk out of here, I will respect your choice. But if you want, I can be whatever you need me to be, I can teach you more spells, I will fight whatever battles I can alongside you, but above all of that, I would be honoured to be your friend. The friend you have put your trust in."

The sting behind her eyes became a burn and her vision was getting a little blurry around the edges. It was tiredness of course, that's all. She was tired. Her body betrayed her and a hot tear escaped to slide down her cheek. Sebastian caught it with his thumb. "I'm sorry that I hurt you," he whispered.

MC pulled in a shaky breath. Merlin damn this boy who refused to give her heart a moments peace. The eye contact was becoming too intense so she dropped her gaze, but that was a mistake. His mouth was so close and those fluttering feelings took a dive southwards to torment her abdomen instead. Her heart thumped madly against her ribs. Fury had become this flaring need and she needed to get back to more familiar ground before his touch drove her crazy.

"For the record, I do not have Ominis wrapped around my little finger," she said.

There was the familiar little smirk on his lips. "Oh yes, you do," he said. His hands were still holding her face. "In fact, I could list a few others who would drop everything and come running for you."

"Like who?" MC said doubtfully.

His thumb gave another sweep across her skin sending sparks shivering down her spine. "Garreth, Poppy, Amit, not to mention Leander..."

MC screwed her nose up. "I highly doubt it."

"Believe me, you have no idea." A scowl flashed on his brow.

MC arched a brow. "Really? You almost sound jealous Mr Sallow."

Teasing was definitely more familiar territory with him, but MC found she was holding her breath.

"Of course not." A glorious blush spread across Sebastian's cheeks and he let go of her, pushing his hands through his hair and turning to pace before the scattered books. Her skin felt strangely chilled without his hands gracing it. "You said it yourself, you reveal more of yourself to me than anyone else. I have no reason to be jealous."

Oh, she was already regretting those words, he was going to be awfully smug now. She folded her arms. "So, you wouldn't mind if I asked Garreth to help me with an extra assignment instead this weekend?"

"What assignment?" He asked, spinning back to look at her.

Her lips twitched with the need to grin. "Oh, you know, the usual sneaking about after dark. I reckon Garreth won't mind breaking a few rules with me."

Sebastian's jaw tightened. His eyes travelled down the length of her before gazing at her face. "Will you be sneaking around in the dark with Garreth dressed in nought but your night gown?"

Embarrassment swirled with a pinch of excitement in her belly at the way he stared, but she covered it smoothly with more teasing. She gripped the white cotton of her nightgown, spreading it slightly as if to curtsey. "Oh, I don't know, do you think he wouldn't approve?"

Sebastian looked as if he was about to step towards her but he hesitated, bringing both of hands to his mouth as if praying. "I think he would be far too over excited at such a sight," he said tightly. "Perhaps not such a good idea."

"No?" Her heart thudded in her chest. "What about you? Are you 'over excited'?"

His eyes widened and another flush spread up his neck and face. He opened his mouth to speak once, twice, and MC felt a giggle bubble up her throat. Oh, but she was being most horrid and scandalous! And it would serve him right after the way he made her heart jump and twirl in her chest at times.

She almost skipped as she moved towards him, her hands reaching for his wonky tie. He had so gently wrapped her in the robe, it would be rude not to return the gesture. She straightened the tie up, slowly and deliberately, hearing the soft intake of his breath between his teeth. She met his eyes, those beautiful brown eyes, and gave him a soft smile. "Its late," she whispered. "We should return to the common room."

He cleared his throat. "Does this mean I am forgiven?"

She stared up at him, her hands resting lightly either side of his tie. She could feel the rise and fall of his breathing, see the way his pupils were reacting to the candle light, and she knew, deep inside her, that he was the biggest distraction in her life but she didn't think she would ever be able to breathe properly again if he disappeared. It was frightening, how quickly he had wrapped himself around her like that. Her own feelings for this boy scared her, more than any monster this new magical world could throw at her, but Merlin did it make her feel alive.

Her lips curved upwards as she gripped hold of his robe, pulling him downwards as her heels lifted. She pressed her mouth against his in the softest kiss, a brief but warm sign of affection that made her blood sing.

"For now," she said cheekily. She let him go. He couldn't look more stunned. "My my, Sebastian, you look lost for words."

She didn't get a chance to step too far back from him. His hands reached for her, snaking about her waist as he pulled her back against him. A gasp burst from her lips as their bodies were pressed flush against each other. One of his hands slid up her spine, his fingers entangled in her hair as he stole another kiss from her mouth. This was no soft, delicate touch, this was a firm declaration that stole the very breath from her lungs. When he pulled his face back a little, their hot breaths mingled as they stared at each other.

"From now on, the only boy who gets to see you in your nightgown is me," he said gruffly.

"Is that so?" She breathed.

"Oh, I am insisting on it."

She smiled. The pendulum of emotions inside her took another swing. Less than an hour ago she had wanted to smack him one on his cute, freckled nose. Now, she never wanted him to let her go.

He slowly, reluctantly, released his grip on her. But, his fingers found hers and they interlinked. "Now, allow me to escort you back to the common room. You never know who could be prowling the halls at this time of night."

His smirk was a mirror of her own.

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow #mc x sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fanfiction

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writingfool001 · 2 years

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Imagine being the Fatui's main blacksmith/alchemist expert and the person who usually handles the making of their weapons while also being one of the harbingers' significant other.

One day, you catch them cheating and had an entire falling out later, so you somehow say "screw this noice" and leave to travel, not caring about the Fatui.

For two years, you met many people and learn other things that you could put into you work while witnessing the Fatui forces everywhere which you protected some innocent bystanders while on the road. Finally, you settle in a smaller village within Teyvat where you mind your own business while teaching a few interested in your craft and keep an eye on the village. You started hearing about a traveler going around helping while looking for their sibling.

Then one day, a certain traveler and floating companion come along, after hearing about a master craftsmen of weaponry and armor, then get to know you before asking for you to join their cause against the Fatui.

"We can discuss this later, but I need you two to hide." You shove them somewhere for them to hide before picking up some paperwork to be interrupted by some of the fatui spies/scout who start questioning you.

"What makes you think that I'm working with your enemy when I'm constantly being watched by you, only because a harbringer told you to. Now, you can go back to that frozen wasteland and tell them to fuck off."

After gaining your trust, the rest of the primary members of Team traveler come to meet you which many glares and smiles. Some familiar faces from your travels within the last two years. The traveler defended your case before Paimon asked why did you were betraying the Fatui to help them.

"I agree with Paimon, especially one of the harbringers' supposed ex-lover." Kaeya asked, causing some of the rest to grab their weapons as you sigh at how Kaeya loved to add more coals to the fire. Something you learned when you first met him.

"I decided to fall in love and got stabbed in back for it, so what?" You shrugged, leaning against your desk. "Unlike them, I dont want to manipulate anyone to get what I want and don't want world domination or all this power nonsense that they want. The Queen could careless about me and my being. Besides, most weapons they have are of mine and you all need some upgrades to withstand them or at least have your weapons not break on you."

"What's your price?" The traveler stepped forward with a determined look in their eyes as their companions tried to talk them out of asking for your help.

"Protection and an opportunity to bring a certain harbringer to their knees."

"Deal."

"We won't hesitate to kill you if you betray us." Diluc warned with a glare as you shrugged.

"I hold you all to the same then. Now to work?"

Overtime, you met more new faces and had many interesting moments while being a part of their "team". Some lovely moments you would probably chuckle over in the future. You offered your knowledge to the alchemists who were willing to share their knowledge. The months rolled by and you fitted right in with this interesting bunch. You would occasionally go out with a group and go beat the crap out of enemies.

When the time finally came, you readied yourself the night before and let go of any good memory you had of your old relationship burn to fuel your determination before leaving to meet up with the traveler and the two other companions.

Later

An explosion blasted at the door and as the dust cleared, you walked in as your weapon in hand and look at your ex-lover who was among soldiers while the traveler stood by your side.

"Darling, I'm home~" you say with an evil glint in your eye.

I am not writing genshin impact, it was an idea I had in my little head for a while and wanted to share it.

#capitano x reader #fatui harbingers #fatui x reader #fatui x male reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #pierro x reader #childe x reader #pantalone x reader #dottore x reader

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notjennyfromtheblocked · 9 months

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Im deliberately sending this off anon so you can see that you arent being 'attacked' by 'Anne', and the fact youre even discussing it that way is ableist as fuck. Im going to start this by making it clear, I have BPD, Im also trans and you will not be knowing my AGAB. You are the asshole in this situation.

We're going to start off simple, you are not an expert on BPD, google and tiktok is full of misinformation and harmful stereotypes about Borderline pplo. BPD is not an 'abusive person' disorder, there is no such thing as a condition that makes you an abusive person. BPD does cause intense, deep emotions that can shift quickly and be hard to control; often this includes having intense feelings for people around them and being scared of losing them/them not being who you thought they were. Because this condition comes from trauma (usually from family/relationships) there are often amplified feelings around abanonment and betrayals of trust especially from ppl you thought were your friends. It is in fact common for some of our nost intense lifelong interests start bc of stupid reasons, but starting bc of a stupid reason doesnt mean the interest isn't genuine. Have you never done something bc your friend wanted you too and you ended it up loving it? Why is it any different bc it was a crush not a friend? BPD doesnt make you a manipulative person, nor does it make you gaslight ppl and seeing as 'anne' has a psychiatric degree Im sure he understands his condition better than you do.

Secondly, 'Anne' is allowed to be trans in whatever way he wants too, she doesnt have to bind, or pack, or change his appearance for anyone. I have a beard, long hair, wear any kind of clothes I want, have tits, have bulge, am hairy and wear a full face of makeup. Some of those things are part of my agab, some of them a part of my transition. And its not a single iota of your goddamn business whether youre friends or not. Gender is a performance and you get to choose the outfit and 'Anne' is deciding what she want his to look like.

Thirdly, you do not seem to understand that part of the reason you very clearly show yourself to be the asshole is the way you speak about others. Describing being an introvert as being more sophisticated or above extroverts is just ridiculous, you are not superior bc you dont go out to parties. I don't either, I find them uncomfortable and loud, but that doesnt make me sophisticated. You talk about 'Mike' as if he cannot be the arbiter of his own interests or relationship, that hes just stupid and couldnt piece it together if 'Anne' was 'faking'. You talk about 'Anne' like she's some master manipulator but you did everything that happened to yourself, you went to the GC and convinced them that something was wrong, you took a group of ppl who didnt know 'Mike' to 'Anne's' house to confront him, you made a callout post about 'Anne' on facebook, you tried to immediately go running to 'Mike' for damage control when your 'intervention' didnt work and you are the person that blasted it all over facebook and now tumblr. And now you are the one losing friends and family, and you deserve it, because the ppl you convinced to attack 'Anne' realised wtf they'd just done and how fucking horrendous that is. You have no evidence of any manipulation, or that 'Anne' is faking, or that 'Mike' isnt happy, you just presented your prejudice. 'Mike' and 'Anne' realise what youve done and they have enough proof to convince a judge or they wouldnt have gotten that restraining order. You are the person behaving manipulative here and everyone can see it except you.

I've tried writing a response to this so many times but I end up deleting it because when I try to explain myself it just sounds like I'm going in circles. There are tons of other asks I've tried answering and rewritten like seven times each before giving up. I've been writing over and over trying to explain like how while yeah technically Mike never told me word for word that he was T4T, when he told me I wasn't his type and then like two days later came out as trans it felt very, very much like he was coming out specifically to let me know that's why I wasn't his type. Or how I was trying to explain how look I know it might be controversial but the constant "main character syndrome" of extroverts just gets on my nerves and is supremely selfish in general and also the truth is you're just GOING to be more intellectual if you spend your free time actually expanding your mind instead of smoking pot and grinding against strangers and how someone like Mike who prefers the same free time activities as I do is just not going to work with someone who would rather party and get wasted than pick up a book, or how Anne is pretending to be trans and I know this because she isn't changing ANYTHING, and I was going to explain that the group chat was full of people she didn't know because it initially was a fandom ship discord from a show she doesn't watch but eventually when I started getting concerned yes it kinda became my "complain about Anne" vent place because nobody there really knew her well enough to go tell her what I was saying and it was a safe place for me to vent and explain why I thought she was abusive and cheating and they would actually listen instead of tell me to knock it off like others, and obviously OBVIOUSLY I thought her and I were close enough as friends she wouldn't mind me using her spare key which she kept under the doormat so it's not like I searched hard. I've written all of that so many times to so many different asks I can't even count and then i just end up deleting it because it feels pointless to even try because I know people will just keep sending asks so why bother so I never wrote it til just now unless I deleted it.

Im gonna be totally fully honest here I woke up and I saw the 99+ notifications in my inbox and I haven't been able to stop shaking because I'm so fucking angry because nobody is on my side, I literally scrolled hoping to find at least one person who was agreeing with me and nobody was and honestly I was so mad I couldn't even see and then I finally found a couple of nice asks and they were signed and I was so excited someone finally agreed with me and when I checked on their blogs they were all fucking terfs. All of the people who were taking my side were fucking terfs. And like I'll be honest with you I have two very close family members who are trans and honestly they've both blocked me recently and even though I tried to contact them they didn't respond and I seriously hate hate HATE terfs because they've been so cruel to my two family members. And I'm so angry. But then I found your ask and at first I was so angry and I tried to reply but I just deleted it because I was getting angry. But then I found more terfs in my ask and then even more hateful anons from non terfs.

But then I kept thinking about how conservatives will literally LITERALLY have Nazis agreeing with them and dig their hills in and in like wtaf how are you not seeing that NAZIS are agreeing with you? But literally the only people agreeing with me are terfs. And honestly that's the last shit I want, I luterally hate terfs. I'm not even exaggerating when I say this is the nicest ask that WASN'T from a terf so I've just. I dunno. I am freaking out because this did not go the way I planned. I knew some people wouldn't agree with me but I thought it would be more split, like some YTA but mostly JAH and NTA. And then when I saw the poll for a hot minute I thought maybe it might veer ESH but obviously that isn't the case. It's just like have you ever really cares about someone, really really cared about someone, and he says oh please don't hug me and pulls away, and then other people hug him so you think I better tell these other people "don't hug him, he doesn't like hugs" and then he says its fine and then starts hugging other people but not you? And you realize at no point did he ever say he didn't like hugging, he just asked you, specifically you, not to hug him? Well imagine that but with Mike, and he stopped wanting to hang out with me and told me not to touch him but whenever I'd remind Anne not to touch him he'd say it was fine and I guess when he came out as trans it was just easier to believe he didn't date cis people than he didn't want to date me. And there were times I thought man I wish I were a trans person so Mike would notice me, and then it seemed like Anne was doing just that because of COURSE it crossed my mind to pretend just for a little while, because if he just gave me a chance he'd realize that we are compatible. Honestly I'm just freaking out because I made this blog a month ago after sent the ask to the aita blog but then it didn't get answered so I started the blog to get all this off my chest. And bam suddenly I was bombarded a month later and it took me a minute to realize the aita hadn't deleted it. Honestly none of this went according to plan and nobody except people I fucking hate want to hear my side. And I dunno. I just don't know. Bur if the only people agreeing me with me all day are terfs then obviously I need to think things through.

#terfs dni #asks

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firstdivisiongirl · 8 months

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HELLOOO I JUST FOUND YOUR FICS DUDE IM IN LOOOVE WITH YOUR WRITING!!!! i recently got into op and your fics have been a really nice start for op fan content :]]

id like to make a request! short fic or scenarios is fine, whichever you prefer! im preparing for college, and im gonna be living on campus but one of the things im really scared of is losing my culture cause its difficult to go out of my way and cook or search for food that reminds me of my mexican background when at that point it's basically just trying to survive on anything yk??

if it wouldnt be much trouble, could I ask for a gn!reader x sanji, something along the lines of reader feeling homesick and sanji making them a comfort meal from their culture? (it doesn't have to be mexican you can really do whatever!!)

SORRY IF THIS IS A LOT I DONT REALLY REQ A LOT AND IM IN A MOOD TAKE YOUR TIME IF YOU DO DECIDE TO DO IT!!!!! HAVE A NCIE DAY/NIGHT !!!

Hi! Thank you for the compliments. I really loved this. I feel the same way as you. While I am not Mexican, I do try to stay close to my German and Irish roots, even though no one else in my family does. I did a good amount of research on food that are authentic l Mexican cuisine. I got a lot of new recipes to try! I remember college, the only thing was I lived at home and drove. I really hope you enjoy this fic and I also wish you luck at college.

How to Cure Homesickness

Everyone misses home sometimes. You were no exception to that rule. You recently joined the Strawhats as their cultural expert. They need that because Luffy and Zoro had a tendency to offend people. Sanji noticed you weren’t your happy self. You weren’t playing with Chopper, Luffy and Usopp. You weren’t sunbathing with Robin and Nami. You just sat there at the railing of the Sunny, watching the sea as the waves crashed into the sides. Sanji understood how you felt. He got homesick all the time. He would miss Zeff and the rest of the guys at the Baratie. When he missed them, he would make his favorite foods from the Baratie. The seafood risotto, the fruit parfait and his famous soup. Then it hit him like Nami did to Luffy when he was being dumb, make the foods that remind you of home. He walked up to Robin, who was reading on deck, “Robin darling, do you have any cookbooks in your library that I can borrow,” he asked, smiling like a fool.

A few hours later, Sanji called everyone in for dinner. He had been in the kitchen all day, reading and cooking. When you walked into the kitchen a familiar scent hit your nose. It wasn’t the usual scent of tangerines, saltwater, or even meat. It was different. It smelt like…home? You looked at the table and saw all of your favorites: carne asada, mole, huachinango a la veracruzana, arroz con leche, you name it. You looked at Sanji. He was smiling at you, “I thought you could use some cheering up dear. I know you miss home, so I thought I’d bring home to the Sunny,” he said as he took another drag of his cigarette. Everyone was so amazed by the food to notice you and Sanji. “Thank you Sanji,” you told him, giving him a quick peck on his cheek. He started to blush, before he grabbed his nose, so he didn’t bleed all over you. “Anything for you dear,” he said, “HEY LUFFY DON’T EAT ALL OF IT! THIS IS FOR Y/N NOT YOU!!!” The good news was that he made extra and saved it in the locked fridge for you. Looks like besides knowing you and your habits well, he knew his captain’s habits all too well as well.

Please do not copy, modify, translate, or repost my writing on other platforms. Comments, reblogs or likes are highly appreciated!

#one piece #trafalgar d vivi #request #one piece sanji #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji x y/n #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x you #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #black leg sanji x reader

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undercoverpena · 4 months

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Hi there! 😊 I came across your comment regarding reblogging while dealing with social anxiety, and it got me thinking. I want to make sure I approach things correctly, especially considering the significance of reblogs for gif makers and writers. I hope it's alright to reach out and ask for some guidance?

omg of courseeee it's okay! (i've actually added a little inbox is open for chats thing to my masterlist so never fear, if that says open, we are gravy). anyway, let's give this a go.

although, firstly, i just want to preface this i am not an expert, this is just how i dealt with the early "reblog" panic.

so, you are right, reblogs are important. not just because of the algorithm, spreading the work etc etc etc, but also because it means you get to interact with the gifmaker/writer! (yay!). and for me, initiating that one-on-one contact is intimidating. but, one of the ways i first began to interact was through reblogs.

so, nowadays, i leave comments as part of the reblog. not just to say that i loved the story, but why. and the why is so important. why?(hehe) because that's personal to you.

you, you wonderful person.

no one can take that from you. not everyone is going to think as beautifully as you. you own that thought. and also you can't be wrong as to why you liked something. because that's your opinion (which is awesome in itself).

now when you're starting out reblogging it can feel super daunting to think up a comment, so when i started, i began in the hashtags (for some reason, this felt less scary? im not sure why, but it works).

i think earlier i said you could always start with "love this", but you could always add more (in my case, i get more and more unhinged).

for example, you could go:

#love this #X was written so well #my favourite trope #reread material ⬆️ btw, these are just examples, you dont have to use them

now the benefits of doing this are, yes, you are reblogging the work, therefore exposing it to others (and showcasing why you loved it to them). but, anon, you're also opening a dialogue with the gifmaker/writer. and they will notice (in my case, i do a little kick when i read them, true story).

while this doesn't mean automatic friendship, you are interacting. and look, there's also a chance they'll interact back. regardless if that happens, you have shared work (yay!) and you've likely made their day (and for us, socially anxious folk, also showed your brain whats what).

then, in time, when you grow more confident, you can experiment with moving from hashtags to comments (if you want). equally, your experience and comfort matter here, you don't have to use the hashtags at all, you could reblog and keep them generic like #frankie morales x reader (for example) at first.

i know from personal experience, sometimes i am staring at my reblog comment of someone else's work and i'm not sure WHAT to say. but then i remember talking to someone about a book and i just began explaining WHY i liked the book, and realised (in one of those weirdly earth-shattering moments) that is all i need to do when i reblog. i am just sharing out loud what it was about the thing that made me grin.

now, i will say, unless specified by the author/maker, do not give constructive criticism or point out things you didn't like in a reblog (especially if you don't know the person). just because without "tone", it can feel really impersonal and hurtful.

but other than that, have fun! fandom is only a beautiful place if those participating are having fun.

i hope this was helpful, in some capacity. love jo 🩷✨

#jo gives advice #<- i really do hope this was helpful #jo: writing advice

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00-theguardians-00 · 5 months

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Hello im lazysimpluna or you can call me Luna or Finley

My other trumblr blog is called @morpheus-the-sandman hop in if you're interested and take a look around!

The pictures hight difference is by the way referenced by clowns drawing just so you know!

im not good at writing and my grammar isn't that great so forgive me for typos :'D I also didn't used Tumblr as much so I'm still

Important none of the stories are Canon to clowns og project!!

!! Boundaries!!

Yes you can

✅ make fanart absolutely tag me please!!!

✅ Shipping? Yes ofc but please only ocs sonas or yns yeah you can also ship Eddie and frank since I ship it too

✅ Im also okay with interactions trough I can't promise I will do all of them I mostly do what I feel like and if I don't feel like it I don't do it it also might take a bit

Donts❌

Please no applecest no wallycest no proships!!!❌

No nsfw with these aus mentioned here!!!❌

Don't do Ai bots of my aus I'm doing alredy bots but it takes a bit I get really exausted after a bit of working on bots like I get sleepy and all it takes a bit I know I'm working on them for quite a while now but still have patients I'm also not an expert when it comes to bots I'm still learning!! ( not sure if I make any ais of the aus here I see idk)

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Don't message me privately if I don't know you please if I know you for a bit from my comment section you can ask me if you can message me and I might say yes , please have patients with me I don't feel comfortable calling you my friend so soon so I just call you a mutual if I know you for a longer while I might call you a friend! I had a really bad experience with an ex friend of mine I knew since my childhood and that left marks , I might get easily overwhelmed or exausted so I might dip or don't talk at all please don't feel like I'm ignoring you or anything I'm not I'm simply not feeling like talking or it is to much at that day for me!❌❌❌

🌟Things about me that are important 🌟

my pronounce are she/her, he him, im genderfluid and aroace ❤️

I have auditory processing disorder or called

(APD )

Wich makes me slower I might forget alot of things or I also have hearing problems sometimes like when somone calls me it doesn't end up in my brain I'm also very sensitive so sounds loud notices specifically

I also take a while to understand things so be patient with me

(HSP ) I am a highly sensitive person

I also have social anxiety

I'm really sensitive like I would say emotionally there are often times where I do take things too serious or something please tell me talk to me about those things if I understand stuff the wrong way

I'm 22 years old and German

I only speak English and German I can't speak other languages

I have 29 aus by now I might add more depending on what ideas I get ( idk for sure I know I have alredy alot and I didn't even developed alot of them enough I do want to put an line to it but I can't I love creating I love making it makes me happy so just be aware XD when I decide to do a blog for my other aus that I might not post alot about those depending on how I'm feeling ( maybe I post more when I get asks idk)

Socials : I have tik tok Instagram also yt I also have another Tumblr but I don't like that one as much atm it's more actually idk it was more meant for oploading ahit art and such but I don't feel the account anymore idk I'm weird xd so ig I might do a new main maybe?? Idk anyhow I'm the most active on tik tok name is lazysimpluna on all platforms!

🌟Refs of my sillys🌟

What's the Xmas au about??

What is the Xmas au about??

Well I think you can guess Basacally they make gifts for everyone

Wolly Julie yn and Sally are outside to check the houses and make them ready for Santa home to enter before he comes

Eddie brings the letters from everyone to Santa home

Frank makes sure everything goes after plan

Howdy does work both as a shop keeper but also helps around and carries heavy things

Poppy well she bakes

Barnaby also helps around!

They are also able to travel trough aus

If one of them talks it's gonna be red

Because I'm planning on bringing in this blog also other aus so stay tuned!

#art #artists on tumblr #artwork #digital art #digital illustration #digital painting #drawing #welcome home #wally darling #welcome home au #askxmasau #xmasau

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barbthebuilder · 5 months

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Do you have any advice on how to come to terms with my genderfluidity? Like i want to ask people to use multiple pronouns for me and not just pick one and use that all the time and i want to ask people to use 2 names for me but i feel really selfish doing it which is really stupid considering i have a friend who goes by 2 names and all pronouns and i dont think he's selfish for it and i get pissed off when people say they are for it

Yo, thank you for the great ask!

I won't pretend I know the perfect answer for your question, but I can try helping anyway :)

I would start by a little bit of introspection. Be honest with yourself. What is selfish about demanding a right name and pronoun? Rationally, we both know that there is nothing selfish about that. But what do you feel? Try understanding where does this view come from and challange it. This could be some internalized transphobia. Pronouns are not a perk, a privilege - They are an act of a basic respect. It's important to aknowledge it doesn't always feel that way because of the way our society is structured around gender and sex.

Reading your ask I kinda deduced another thing. I might be VERY wrong tho haha. You have mentioned a friend that uses more pronouns and two names and how some people don't like that. Are you afraid of people's reactions? Do you think they will think you are selfish as well? It feels to me you internalized the thing they say about your friend and you're scared that may happen to you too. Or maybe not. I dunno.

I think you could ask your friend how he did it. If they had a similar experience I'm sure they will be thrilled to help you! It's also good to prepare some pharses. Like, practce the way you will communicate to other people your name and pronoun. Something along the lines of "Hey, guys! Just letting you know I'm genderfluid and I would appreciate if you used pronouns interchangebly for me, and also adress me as >name1< and >name2<. It's okay if you mess up sometimes but it's really important to me you try. That would mean a world to me! Thanks." Be clear about what you expect and make sure you show your appreciation. Sadly, we can't force people to adress us properly but we can try letting them know how it affects us.

Most importantly, be patient with yourself. Give yourself a pat on the back. This shit is tough and it's not easy to accept yourself when it feels like you haven't been prepared for all of this. But remember your friends love you. Ask yourself: "Would my friends want me to feel comfortable, respected and loved?".

That's all I can help with haha. Thank you for trusting me with this. By all means, seek more support if it feels like I didn't really help! I am not an expert, after all haha ^^

#genderfluid #lgbtq #lgbt #lgbtqia #lgbtq+#nonbinary #trans #transgender #enby #genderqueer #gender #ask #pronouns #<3

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fyofyofyofyo · 2 months

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QUESTION!!!

do you guys ever have people talking in your head or is it normal??? like for example, there are minimum 2-3 people talking in my head oftentimes that sometimes go up to 4 which clouds my mind, and they communicate too much to the point i space out and just focus on the communication in my head, getting me in trouble most of the time since im not paying attention.

they can talk for a really really long time. maybe even in my dreams sometimes. i dont know what this means since this has happened ever since i was a kid, some say i might have bpd which is, imo, very far from what i experience? or maybe i am not very aware of what bpd is. but this situation has been going on for so long that it's starting to get me worried if this is normal.

whenever i try to describe it to others, i come out as possibly going insane or just tired? i hope that this is just a normal occurence where three people continue talking, or if its not, im curious as to what it really is, since it's still continuing and they're always arguing in my head for some reason (it's sometimes very entertaining)

however, despite it being "entertaining" in my point of view, it doesn't get any better for me since my thoughts accidentally spill out, resulting to me randomly talking to myself, getting angry at these people in my mind pretending like im hurt whenever they say stuff, im actually hoping that im pretending all of these or my brain just wants to mess with me

whatever this is, it's heavily affecting me as a whole, leaving me unable to communicate with my friends normally without me hitting my head unknowingly, hissing in pain whenever it doesn't hurt, randomly talking to myself and more. i'll try to research more of this and ask a local expert on what this is. if this is normal, i hope to find a way to atleast make this subtle

#fyorantingagain

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Honestly not much radicalized me in regards to bodily autonomy the way being a chronic selfharmer for 10+ years has. And one of those things that really are so awful to deal with is a lack of privacy.

When I go inpatient and they ask me if I have wounds, and I answer honestly, they dont just write that down. They make me undress and show each single one, otherwise I wont be "processed" and let into my room.

In the underage psych ward I was in they would sometimes search the rooms of known selfharmers while we were away at a therapy appointment, or seeing family in the visitation room, etc. They wouldn't tell you. They would lie about it if you asked about it. But all your shit had been moved around slightly, enough for observant people to notice. If they found blades, or any other sharp object regardless of it you had used it to selfharm though, you would obviously be punished.

One time I cut and went to the nurses for help, I was scared because it had never been that deep before and their response was tossing my room after I had voluntarily given them the two blades i had, while a male nurse kept saying how uncomfortable he was that he "had to" inspect my pads, saying "why would you need that many", ... they had metal detectors. They could've just swiped it across everything. But that wouldn't have been humiliating enough like seeing a nurse dig through my underwear and pads and diary.

Outside of the psych ward, my family kept up a similar approach. They did not search my room at least, knowing it was futile because there were always knifes in the house if I was desperate anyways, and a store down the street that sold razors. But locked doors were my mothers enemy. If I locked my door to masturbate, and she noticed it was locked? She would knock and yell until I opened it. If I simply wanted to relax in a bath but she decided it was suspiciously long ? The same.

When they couldn't catch me in the act but my scars kept getting more and more theyd threaten me with being hospitalized again.

When the hospital ER would send me to the closed ward for cuts that had nothing to do with suicidal ideation, but they decided I must be lying because it was deep enough, no matter how often I said I simply "messed up" because of adrenaline and blades that were sharper than expected. They had no legal ground to lock me up again but who cares, right. Its just one of those freaks who cuts themselves anyways.

And none of this kept me safe. None of this prevented me from cutting majority of the time. It made me distrust the ER. It made me distrust nurses. It made me hide my body even around my family. And when it did momentarily work I simply started harming myself in other ways. I ended up covered in bruises, with minor concussions, increasingly starving myself, depriving myself of sleep, ...

No one ever went "let's really try to figure out why you do this." Instead they went "why the fuck wont you just chew some bubble gum and roll a spikey ball on the soles of your feet you depressed fuck" or some shit like bro I am being severely traumatized by the world and this is my reaction. It's all "you are the problem".

And as an adult whos decided that I'm not interested in quitting, who "only" practices harm reduction I know that absolutely no one wants to accept that as a choice I should be allowed to make. Doesnt matter that I'm an expert at taking care of wounds and I have not had a single infection in 10+ years aside from once on wounds that got fucking stitched at the hospital. that I actively do my best to avoid lasting damage. That I try to keep the frequency low. They put me through years of surveillance and shame and threats without ever trying to see the root cause, only ever treat me as a bratty problem child who's being difficult just to fuck with them, and can not understand why that wouldn't make me want to stick to the goals they have set for me.

Therapists genuinely lose their mind when I tell them I don't want ~sobriety~ I just want to reduce harm and get on with my life. Their teachings do not allow for this to be but a short term compromise. I do not care.

#harm reduction #i guess sort of #selfharm cw #selfharm #anti psych #psych critical #bodily autonomy #(respect my choice or die by my sword)

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bellaxgiornata · 3 months

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This may seem a little but out of left field on my part, but I don't have many writer friends who I can ask, and there's no obligation to reply or indulge me 💜

I've recently got back into writing (not marvel, unfortunately, but I really admire the way you write) and was wondering if you maybe had any tips? I struggle a bit with, well, dialog and lack confidence - and your works are always so stunningly spot-on and evocative that I kinda just had to ask. Again, no worries if you dont want/have time to answer!

(Also I hope you are well!)

That is so wonderful! I absolutely love hearing that someone has decided to return to writing or is trying it out! I've been passionate about writing since I was 5, so I will always encourage other writers! And I feel so honored that you would even ask and that you feel that way about my writing! ❤ Thank you!! 😭

I will start out by saying I am not going to claim that I am by any means a writing expert, but I will say I did study it (I have an M.A. in Literature, Rhetoric, & Composition) and I've been writing fanfic for a long time, which comes into play with my writing (obviously). But believe me, I am always learning new things and growing myself. Writing truly is a skill and you can absolutely improve it with practice--I've noticed a change in mine over the past year even. Also, what works for me isn't necessarily what might work for you or others, but I can share some things I do myself, or that I enjoy seeing in fanfics/books, or what I think tends to be beneficial. I will say I know my writing style tends to be sparse and dialogue driven/heavy, which isn't necessarily how you or anyone else reading this might write.

And since this will probably be long and not something everyone cares to read, I'll put it below the cut. But as a note, I'm also writing these tips not knowing what you already know or do, so please do not take offense if they're obvious to you and nothing new!

I think the first and most important thing is to know your characters well, especially when it comes to dialogue. So if you're writing fanfic, I'd say study the source material a bit, see how someone speaks, pick up on any mannerisms or particular phrases they might typically use and when they use it if you don't already feel like you have them down. As for any original characters, Readers, or side characters, I'd say make sure you know them, too. Obviously an anxious character for example isn't going to speak boldly--unless there's a reason for it. So you always want to make sure it seems realistic (at least to you and how you perceive your characters) that they would say whatever they're saying in the situation that they're saying it.

I also find it helps to read dialogue aloud once you've written it. Does it sound like something someone would say in real life? Generally people in conversation don't always respond in full or proper sentences, for example. And I personally do this when it comes to writing Michael Kinsella or Frank Castle sometimes (I feel like I've written for Matt long enough that I literally can hear him in my head just fine 😅). They all have a sort of rhythm to the way they speak and I tend to go back and edit dialogue if it sounds too wordy or unlike the cadence of their speech (but that's also me being super particular 😅). But sometimes reading it aloud might help you realize if it sounds awkward or long winded or too clipped. Or maybe even too heavy of a reaction to what was said before someone's response.

Don't forget to change up your dialogue tags!! You can easily search up a list of dialogue tags (sometimes I do because my brain can't remember the correct one I want), but just make sure you're not trying to use them to add 'flair' to your writing, they have to make sense. Good ol' 'said' is truly just fine sometimes, but sometimes a particular dialogue tag makes a HUGE difference.

Sort of going along with that, it really makes a difference if writers have interrupters in their dialogue when it feels right. Don't overdo it, but definitely don't forget about it if you're comfortable using it. So if your characters are having a conversation, sometimes they won't just be standing there speaking, right? They might be doing something--like making coffee or folding laundry--and adding that in as they're speaking really helps set a scene. It's also incredibly great to add in minute details about facial expressions, tone change, body language shifts in the middle of sentences or between them. Because maybe the character speaking is getting angry, or the one doing the listening is having some sort of reaction to what is being said.

Dialogue should also generally always serve a purpose, which should help give you an idea of what to write and when. Is someone confiding something in someone? Having an awkward first meet? Calling to set up a date? Someone says something and it sparks a fight? Two characters are just being silly? There should always be a reason characters are conversing (which is sometimes just helping readers understand a personality trait about someone or learning a key detail about something), even if you have to throw in pleasantries or other things first that make sense before you can get the conversation to that point. And sometimes that's actually a fun challenge to figure out how to get there 😆

Off the top of my head, that's what I can think of for tips on dialogue at the moment. Hopefully at least some were helpful and not just old news to you. Obviously I also recommend editing a fic and giving it a reread at least once before posting, too. I'm insanely particular so I might edit something like 5 times before it goes up (and then still miss things). I just think that's a good way to catch errors or repeat words or ideas that might throw a reader out of the story.

As for the confidence to share your writing (or so it seems you meant, correct me if I'm wrong), honestly you just have to put it out there if that's what you want to do. I mean, don't feel obligated because you can certainly just write for yourself, but I'm not really sure what other advice to give on that unfortunately. I think any writer just takes the plunge. Sometimes a story flops, sometimes it gets a good reaction. Just try your best to not let it get to you if it doesn't go the way you hope (though whoever says it doesn't is lying because it is still rough to put so much effort into something and feel like it fell flat). But know you're not alone on that because there isn't a fic writer I know who doesn't get that feeling. Famous published authors even feel that way. We can't please everyone, but just try to have fun with it and don't take it too seriously at the end of the day. Do your best to ignore the negative feedback because for every one rude reader there will be multiple others who enjoy what you're doing. Try to focus on that!

But obviously, just have fun. Tell the story you want to read ❤

#bella answers #dialogue writing tips #im no expert though #just writing is your best way to practice and grow your skill

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