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cloutchase · 5 months
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retrocgads · 1 month
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puzzledjaypros · 3 months
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Kitbash Evaluation Notes: Cable-powered, proof-of-concept motion trials successful! Now to create head harness for control.  Likes: motion, gears, headpets Dislikes: skin
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harleyification · 10 months
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Hi Kody! When you get this, answer one of the questions (or all if you really want!) then pass it on to 5 writer friends! 🥰 If you have more than one WIP, pick at random! We want you talk about your works and celebrate with you! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 1. What are you most excited to write with this WIP? 2. How has this WIP changed since the “daydream/brainstorm” stage? 3. Who is your favorite character in this WIP and why?
HI SARAH!! THANK YOI FOR THE ASK!!
The worst part about this: I have so many WIPs that I wanna talk about at every given opportunity, and I only have the space to talk about one...or two...but screw it, I'll go with the obvious WIP!
Oblivion Heir:
1. "What are you most excited to write with this WIP?"
SO many things!! I have so many action scenes pre-planned already since that's all I daydream about when at work, but I gotta say...I'm most excited for certain parts in my story that I call "Harley's Orphan Eras" JDKCKEKEKDKFKEK!! They're all really emotional chapters that all serve a purpose to introduce new characters that will guide Harley to his next lesson! I have actual arc names for OH (Symbiotic Arc, Remnants Arc, and Unity Arc), but I can't wait for Harley's Second Orphan Era in the Remnants Arc, because certain characters FINALLY come into play!!
2. "How has this WIP changed since the daydream/brainstorm stage?"
Fun Fact: OH is now a year old, since brainstorming began back in April 2022! But also, like....this is wild....but Oblivion Heir actually started out as a Peter & Harley twin brothers AU!! I wasn't into Parkner just yet, and I really wanted to make an AU where they did have a connection! However, I didn't like the idea of Peter getting spider powers and Harley just being left in the dust. I wanted to put them on equal grounds. So, I looked into possible ways to give Harley superpowers that would make him as powerful as Peter...and symbiotes appeared in my research!! Not long after that, I got really deep into Parkner and fell in love with the solo concept of Harley having a symbiote that it all snowballed from there! EDDIE AND VENOM WEREN'T EVEN PART OF THE ORIGINAL DRAFT, IT'S WILD
3. "Who is your favorite character in this WIP and why?"
So, excluding Harley since ofc he would be my fave...I think it'll be very spoilery, but I really, really can't wait for a certain thief character and bully jock to enter the fray...they both have such a funny as FUCK dynamic with Harley, and have such awesome character arcs that I WILL DIE TO WRITE FOR!!
(I hoped to finish Chapter 4 soon, but Im so fucking busy this week and I accidentally deleted my chapter notes which destroyed a lot of my motivation, so I'm at a standstill for now, skxkckekd,,,)
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denn1s-lessing · 1 year
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OKay, good news people!
as I've mentioned in my previous post, I've started archiving episodes of the 2010 version of the little prince. I've archived about four episodes (plus one half of planet of the firebird). I am able to download the entirety of season three, I just need to get around to it.
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cristinad61 · 1 year
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The Adventure Continues... Hidden Gems
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cluepoke-archive · 1 year
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Genuinely about the tiktok thing, you should consider if you want it to become a time suck. If it is something that makes you happy to do, then do it. But if you are only doing it because you feel like you have to, probably a bad idea. There are still ways to view tiktoks without an account.
Oh I know!! It is something I've considerd because I enjoy making silly videos, and I love puppetry and would love to show off my puppets but instagrams reel feature isn't very intuitive to me! And since tiktok is made for videos I assumed it would be more easily accesable for those purposes? I don't spend all that much time aimlessly scrolling unless I'm Bored or Avoiding Tasks(or if I am actively seeking out creative Inspiration!! In wich case I am having fun!!)
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senatormc · 1 day
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THE POLITICS OF DANCING…. Probably the ultimate 80’s song….everything about this song is early 80’s…that’s my opinon. Very hard to find out more about this band. I did a deep dive on YT and found a bunch of stuff I will post below the video..give it a listen, its fantastic!!! I even like the idea behind the video…here is a pretty good cover with some sweet guitar! And this is why I love YT –…
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kristinemaebsnapshots · 5 months
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7.7.23 Survived the GREAT WAR! 🤣
When the #ErasTour was announced, I said that if I have to fly to another country just to watch the concert, I would.
Last March, before we left Singapore, I said that I’d go back. Little did I know, I’ll be back after a year 😂
(C) KristineMaeB
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biblicalmonster · 20 days
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tarrynightss · 1 year
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𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 ~ 𝓅𝓉. 𝟤
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Read part 1 here
Pairing: Miles Quaritch x fem!reader
Warnings: Lots of angst, mentions of death due to childbirth, descriptions of skeletons
Summary: Colonel Miles Quaritch had once again opened his eyes in a new body. The body of his enemy. Everything he knew had changed and the only comfort he could find was in the memory of you, his lost lover. He longed to see you again, but what would happen if he did?
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“Welcome back, colonel.”
Miles’s mind still reeled hours after waking up. All the memories that had been transferred into his Recom body flooded in, too much to process at once. He remembered exactly who he was, yet could not find that man in the mirror. He was a clone, a Na’vi version of someone who had been dead for many years. He felt disturbed every time he raised a hand or when his new tail would swat against his legs. He was an alien, one that his old self would’ve been disgusted to look at. 
If it hadn’t been protocol, Miles would’ve preferred not to watch the video Quaritch had left behind for him till a few days later. His brain already rattled with placing the weight of a million memories. As he went through his day he routinely saw flashes. People, places, situations which had played out. It made him even grumpier than when he had woken up, but he was not to the type of man to flake on his duty. 
Corporal Wainfleet floated near him as Miles geared up to watch the video message, his subordinate already having had a few extra days to get used to their situation. Lyle insisted that these messages were nothing, their old selves having put little care in actually making them informational and so it would be over in a blink. 
It was odd to Miles to see the man he was supposed to be so clearly on screen, disorientating even. 
It was ironic how Quaritch had raved on about how he was definitely not going to die in the upcoming missions. Lyle snickered when that part came on and exchanged a knowing look with Miles, who’s mouth curled up into a smirk. 
All of it was fairly easy to digest rambling just as Lyle had said, or at least it was until a woman came on screen. 
“Miles? What are you doing?” you questioned as you spotted your fiancé sitting in front of a camera, instantly raising your suspicion. 
Quaritch’s hand reached out to grab yours as he attempted to be as casual as possible. “Just doing a videolog, sweetheart, Selfridge wouldn’t get off my back about it.” 
One eyebrow was still raised as you weighed his answer, your head slightly cocked to the side. He shot you a grin and pulled you smoothly onto his lap to distract you. 
“I’ll visit you at the lab later, okay?” he asked before he pressed a quick kiss to your lips. 
You seemed too startled to protest, the man’s actions pulling a tiny smile from you. When you raised your hand to place it against his cheek, the light caught on the little golden ring around your finger. 
“Fine,” You kissed him once more. “Finish up your weird little project.”
You giggled as you scooted off of Quaritch’s lap, his hand lingering on your ass just long enough to make you swat at him and shoot him a warning glare. He watched as you walked away, ensuring the door had been completely shut behind you before he spoke again. 
He looked at the camera, the grin still slightly playing at his lips. “That was… well, I suppose if you get my memories, you’ll know.” 
His humor seemed to drop as he got lost in thought, his face turning more dire. “I do not know how this will end, but I do know that she’s important. Perhaps even the most important.” He pointed a finger at the camera. “You’d do well to remember that. Now, where was I…”
Miles had cocked his head at what played out in front of him, his ears twitching. Of course he remembered you. The sound of your voice alone elicited an automatic response from his body; instantly becoming more alert and his stomach oddly fluttering. You had been Quaritch’s fiancé, the woman he loved more than anything. 
The way his heart ached for a woman he himself had never laid eyes on nor touched felt odd. He decided that he would do a quick search through the RDA’s database for you, but that would be it. He had been brought back to exact revenge on Jake Sully, not to rekindle a romance that wasn’t even truly his. 
‘Wanted for violation of 3:67a under the RDA handbook. To be taken in alive’ blinked in big, red letters above your profile when he pulled it up. You had been labeled a traitor when you had joined forces with Jake Sully and the Na’vi. Miles breathed out harshly through his nose. That settled it then. You had betrayed them, had betrayed him, so that your status had been marked as unknown shouldn’t bother him. But god be damned, it did. He saw that Quaritch himself had put in the effort to plaster that you were to be taken in unharmed all over your profile, shaking his resolve. The Colonel really had cared for you, and though the heart in Miles’s chest was brand new, it beat at the memories of you. 
He shook his head. He had no time for this nonsense. He had a mission to fulfill and a second chance at killing Jake Sully, and if he succeeded, you too would be avenged. That’s what he owed Quaritch, nothing more. 
Miles wished he could move him and his squad out of the base already, but two and a half weeks had quickly passed before everyone was fully ready to go. The RDA seemingly preferred to hide its Recoms, keeping their bunks tucked away somewhere in the back of the compound. They were poked and prodded daily, run through all kinds of tests and expected to shut up and do nothing more than what was asked of them afterwards. It made Miles want to snap their necks in half when the science duds would stroke past his tail or braid like he was some part of a god damn petting zoo. He was a seasoned Marine who had earned his stripes and respect, yet little of that prestige seemed to be left now. 
At night when he laid in his bunk, he would dream of Quaritch’s life. Memories would play out so vividly he could almost smell the scent in the room or the taste of the human food he’d been eating on his tongue. And many, many, dreams involved you. His sweet lover who would kiss him so tenderly or laugh with him as he made a crude joke. Your touch felt real - your fingertips warm when they stroked over his skin and your lips soft and pliant when they met his. When he would awaken again in his bunk, alone and cold without your body pressed up against his, the days would feel even heavier. 
Right before he went on his first mission, Miles also had his first nightmare. Quaritch had been pissed about something, something that seemed so stupid now but had set him off in the moment, taking his anger out on you. You had sat on his bed in complete silence as he slung insult after insult at you, shouting about how you had no sense in you, how he had no idea how a ditz like you could’ve made it this far. No doubt by opening your legs just like you had done for him, he had noted, which caused hot tears to start falling from your eyes. Only then had the former marine noticed what he was causing and wrapped you in his arms so tightly that you almost couldn’t breathe, regretting every word he said. He held you as you sobbed quietly and mumbled in your hair how sorry he was, that he was a stupid asshole who was in fact the one with shit for brains. When Miles started waking up he could still feel the sensation of your tears dripping down onto his skin. Even when he had still been human, he had always been a monster. 
The first mission was a success, Miles and his squad easily able to move around on Pandora without all of its inhabitants jumping up to kill them. The forest was just as lucious as he remembered, its plants reaching out and glowing every step of the way. It was beautiful, and that was exactly where the danger layed.
“Hey, Colonel!” Lyle shouted over, making Miles turn around. 
The lieutenant pointed the barrel of his gun at some piles of rocks. “Look familiar?”
Miles squandered over with a frown on his face, assuming it was going to be some kind of joke. When he looked at the piles, he noticed the top stones sticking out of both seemed to have something edged into them. It were marked graves, he realized. He brushed his hand over one, clearing off the moss and other build up from over the years. 
‘Grace’
Heh, couldn’t say he wasn’t happy to hear that she bit the dust. He turned towards the second one, repeating the same process until his fingers could make out the grooves of a name. He froze. 
“That’s… isn’t that-“
“-yes!” Miles bit out at Lyle and he instantly shut up. 
It was your name that was edged into the second stone. 
His heart bounced so hard in his chest that he almost felt faint for a moment. You were dead? It sounded completely unreal to him as he said the sentence in his head. Had the dream been a bad omen? Some kind of sick way to rub the fact that he could never make up for what he’d done in his face? He shook his head. No, he didn’t believe in any of that shit. He worked with facts and indisputable evidence.
Miles slung his gun onto his back before he plopped down onto his knees without hesitation, pushing away the rocks covering your supposed grave and starting to dig. 
“What the fuck,” Z-dog whispered to Ja in the background, Miles’s squad looking at him as if he’d gone mad. 
A million thoughts raced through his mind. Did you get hit during the battle? Did you get sick and die? Did the Na’vi end up turning on you? He couldn’t remember ever having felt this panicked before, feeling his blood rush through his veins. It wasn’t long before his digging fingers hit something hard. His hands trembled as he brushed away the remaining dirt, a skeletal face being revealed to him. There was no way of telling whether the remains belonged to you, every bit of clothing or flesh having stripped away over the years. 
Ja approached, his head cocked to the side as he took in what he could see. “Do you want me to take a look?”
Miles snapped his head towards him and glared, almost baring his teeth at the thought of anybody touching you. It was foolish, Ja only having offered because he was their medic. If any of them could tell anything about the remains, it would be him. Miles’s arms and legs felt filled with lead as he stood up, slowly nodding his head at Ja as he calmed himself down. The man’s eyes flicked nervously from his boss to where the remains laid as he approached. He uncovered the skeleton carefully till it was fully revealed, examining it for any obvious injuries. He had assisted in identifying bodies during his time in Iran, but he was nothing close to a professional. 
Ja hummed in consideration. “This is not my expertise, but…” he pointed towards the lower area of the skeleton. “The pelvis seems to indicate it was a female, and the extended separation of the pubic bones…” He ran two fingers past the inside of the pubic bones, confirming his suspicion. “Plus the parturition pits found there indicate that she had recently given birth. Died fairly quickly of complications I would say.”
Miles’s face warped into a grimace and he could feel bile rising up in his throat. “How- how long would it take for the body to be this decomposed?”
Ja shook his head. “I can’t say. Sometimes it takes weeks, sometimes years. You would have to take it back to the lab to run some tests.”
Could it have been Quaritch’s child that you had been carrying? The sick image of an almost monstrous baby ripping its way out of you sprung to the front of his mind. Had that been his final gift to you? 
“Do you want us to prepare the remains for transport?” Lyle asked with a dire expression. 
He too remembered you and knew how much you had meant to that old man. He could see the Colonel bucking under the weight of those memories. 
“No,” Miles said, his voice booming as his jaw tightened.
He pushed Ja aside to squat down by your remains, taking one last look at it before separating your femur from the rest of your body with a sickening snap. The other's ears folded flat at the sound. 
“This is all we’ll need,” he said stiffly. 
His heart still raced in his chest but he tried with all his might to ignore it. He would have all of this confirmed before allowing his mind to go there. This could be a trick, a planted body to be found. 
He had to be careful not to reduce the small bone in his hand to dust as they prepared to return to base. 
It had taken the science nuts a whole excruciating day to confirm anything to Miles, and when they had, he had not been pleased. He had slammed the lab coat who dared repeat to him that the DNA retrieved matched yours against the wall, snarling in the little man’s face. It was only the movement of one of the man’s colleagues towards the panic button that made Miles drop him. The Recom had felt like he was in some kind of blur as he made his way back to his bunk afterwards, a pain in his heart that felt near unbearable. You, the love of his life according to all his memories, had died giving birth to his child. 
When he got to his shared room, Lyle instantly fled after seeing the Colonel’s tortured face, recognizing instantly that he’d want to be alone. Miles sat down on his bunk and pressed his face into his hands. The pressure he put on his skull made his eyes hurt, but he didn’t care as grief washed over him. He grieved the woman who had loved him unconditionally in his mind, feeling the loss more than he could’ve ever thought was possible. Those nights where he would dream of your touch had been what kept him going, what withheld him from feeling completely lonely and unwanted. He had his team, but that was different. They were having their own struggles with adjusting to this life, and he felt nothing more than brotherly loyalty towards them. 
Miles laid down on his bed and closed his eyes, wishing he could stop thinking and just fall asleep. Was his kid still out there? Or had it died together with you? At the moment he doubted he would ever even want to see it, the image of your possible last moments still making his stomach turn with dread and anger. He tried to focus on a memory of you, and quickly found his favorite. 
“What’s this?”
You had smiled as you took in the potted plant sitting on top of the table, a wonky bow wrapped around it. It was a Binary Sunshine, a well-beloved type of zooplantea, carrying both features of a plant and of an animal. Two little bulbs stuck out of the stem, blue light reflecting off your hand when you touch them. 
“You seemed to like that plant,” Quaritch told you as he rubbed at the back of his neck. “Thought it would be nice to have your own.”
Your eyes twinkled as you looked at him, overjoyed with the gift. “I love it.”
The plant would grow far larger till the point that its bioluminescence would be able to light up a room. 
You walked over to Quaritch and wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning in to kiss him. “What did I do to deserve this, huh?”
He breathed in deeply, your body so soft against his. The plant near you glowed more brightly, the light blue shifting to a larger shade. You glanced over with a frown as you observed the response. Binary Sunshine’s respond to danger in the environment, but also recently had been shown to intercept stress hormones. A smirk crossed your face. Oh. 
You pulled away slightly to observe his face, an uneasy smile twitching on it. “Or are you making up for something, hhmm, colonel?”
He shook his head and rubbed a hand over your hip. “No sweetheart, but, well…” 
You watched with curiosity as Quaritch pulled away, your mouth dropping open when he fumbled with getting something from his pants pocket. Tears instantly sprung to your eyes as he revealed a golden ring to you, offering it towards you as he got down on one knee. 
When he spoke your name he sounded more nervous than you’d ever heard him. “I know I’m no easy man. In fact I’m old, I’m rude and have more enemies than friends, but if you stay by my side, I promise to do better.” The most genuine smile spread on his face as he looked at you with admiration. “I love you, and god knows what’s wrong with me but I want to marry you. I want the whole white picket fence bullshit with you when we get back to earth… So what I’m trying to ask is; do you want to marry me?”
Your hands flew to cover your mouth in glee as you stared down at him with wide eyes. Was this actually happening?! You could barely believe it. 
Quaritch’s gaze flicked over your face nervously as he waited for your answer, the plant on the table shining more brightly by the second. 
“… YES!” you said finally, laughing as you stook your hand out at him. 
His face shone with pride and happiness as he took your hand in his, sliding the ring onto your finger. It looked right, like it was meant to be. 
You had jumped into his arms as soon as he stood up, planting kisses all over his face as you expressed how much you loved him. Though you had always been a happy sort, he had never seen you glow this way. There was no doubt in his mind that he had made the right decision. 
Miles stretched his arm out and examined his hand. No ring, no tan skin, no Quaritch. And in the quiet, empty bunk, there was no you either. 
As more weeks dragged by, Miles convinced himself that you must’ve been put into a new body just like Jake Sully had. He had to believe that to keep any scrap of sanity, the frustration of fruitless missions and the leers of those who should’ve been his subordinates growing by the day. The Recoms were not even allowed to eat in the regular kantine anymore after Lopez knocked someone out with his tail by accident. They had to sit in some back room now, their large bodies almost pressed up against each other on the far too small benches. He remembered how Quaritch could get lunch delivered to his room if he wanted. He used to hold leverage over others, had connections. Now, he had nothing. His title as commander allowing him to do little else but throw him and his squad into danger. 
At moments where he was alone, Miles would think of what it would be like to find you again. It wouldn’t matter if you were in a Na’vi body, it would be perfect in fact. He felt certain that old Quaritch would’ve wanted your new selves to have another chance. He wasn’t exactly him, but he was close, right? You were his love too, and surely you would feel the same when you saw him again. Most of his fantasies didn’t include the possible kid, assuming that it was far too unlikely that a tiny baby had survived what a grown adult couldn’t. But when he did allow his mind to drift there, he pondered about what the child might look like. Would it look more like you, or like him? He imagined a little boy with big blue eyes, and then a girl with beautiful hair like yours. Any combination would’ve been beautiful, and his heart sank at the thought of never being able to see it. 
Another mission threatened to turn into a dud when Mansk had whistled, alerting the squad that he had spotted something. Tracks of bare footprints that were far too large to be a human’s were pressed into the mud, and the trail seemed fresh. Miles grinned at Mansk and then the rest of the team in victory. Finally, they would come in contact with a native outside of the endless attacks on their supply trains. 
You hissed at the stubborn children in front of you as you pulled your son closer to you by his arm. You, Taw-pei, Jake, and Neytiri had told them all a thousand times that they were not to come near the old shack. There was so much room left to play on in the forest, but of course they would not listen. Lo’ak, Kiri, and Spider had averted their eyes as you scolded them, young Tuk pouting as she stared up at you. 
“Mom, we just wanted to see,” Spider told you, his lips pulled into a thin line. 
“See what?!” you questioned. “There is nothing but death there!”
You yourself had avoided the old shack like the plague for all these years, not wishing to be faced with what laid there. You had left Quaritch’s body to rot, knowing that the Na’vi would be displeased with showing even more respect to the murderer. You had already carried his ring with you, and as you would come to find out months after his death, also his child. You were already more than pushing your luck. 
The way Spider averted his gaze with a saddened expression told you all you needed to know. You stroked a giant hand over his hair and shook your head lightly. You did not want to upset him, but there was truly nothing for him at that rotted away shack. He would find no answers there. 
Just as you were about to say more, you heard the faintest of rustling nearby. Your right ear twitched and you turned your head, the wind carrying a hint of a foreign scent. A scent that was all too familiar to you and widely disliked by the Na’vi. Soap. Chemical, human soap. 
Your eyes went wide and you turned back to the children. “Leave.”
They looked at you with confusion but you pushed Spider in his back to rejoin the group. “Leave! There’s no time to explain!”
It was clear that they didn’t want to, but as they saw the fear edged onto your features, Lo’ak picked up Tuk and spurred on Kiri to start walking, recognizing that danger was close. 
“Make haste,” you told them, eyes scanning the greenery around you in panic. You didn’t see anyone yet, but you were certain they were coming.
The Sully children had almost completely disappeared into the forest already when your son turned back to you. 
“Mom…”
“Go! Find Taw-pei!” you hissed angrily. 
Spider could sense something was terribly wrong, and the young boy hesitated to leave his mother behind. Only when he heard the first snap of a branch did the boy gasp and quickly run away. 
You stayed put. If you fled or hid now you had a good chance of escaping, but what if they followed the children? They were much slower, not as good at covering their tracks. You would rather ensure they had enough time to reach home by dealing with the humans head on. 
A shaking breath left you as you grabbed your bow from your back and aimed an arrow at the direction of the noise. Your heart pounded. You were no true warrior nor hunter, knowing barely enough to supply for yourself and defend your family. 
When the smell came closer and the plants moved to make way for the carriers of it, your ears dropped. These things were far too large to be human. 
Piercing yellow eyes stared back at you, large blue hands holding machine guns in its grasps. Avatars. You felt startled, having heard some talk of it but nothing concrete. 
“Drop your weapon!”
You gathered yourself and hissed loudly, not dropping your bow even an inch. A group of what must be at least 10 Avatars poured out from the bushes, all offenses raised as they approached you. 
“Weapon down, now!” The one with blue glasses shouted again. 
Your tail flicked against your legs wildly. It would be a waste to get yourself shot. You would perhaps be able to take out one of them if you were lucky, but that didn’t seem worth it. 
“You too,” you spoke in English as your eyes traveled past the group. 
One of the men in the middle stiffened at hearing your voice. You narrowed your eyes as you took in his face, something about it seemed so familiar… 
“Shit,” Lyle breathed out in shock and lowered his gun. His head snapped towards Miles.
The Colonel stood frozen, his lips slightly parted. As he took in your form there was no doubt left in his mind about who you were. He had thought about this moment so many times, but now that it was actually happening he had no clue what to say. All he could do was stare as he watched a look of realization appear on your face. The vibrant blue of your skin dulled as you lowered your weapon in clear horror. 
“M-miles?”
Not the reaction he had hoped for exactly, and he swallowed harshly. 
It felt like you couldn’t breath as your mind raced as to how this was possible. Miles hadn’t had an Avatar, and even if he did there was no human left to control it. But the facial features, the voice, something about this thing was clearly Colonel Quaritch. You shook your head. No, no no no no. You had killed him, you had tried to forget him, this couldn’t be happening. 
You could feel yourself start to breathe rapidly as you panicked. What would this mean for you and Spider? For Taw-pei? For the Na’vi? What did this even mean regarding Miles being dead or not? 
Your blood rushed in your ears as you tried your hardest to breathe. You couldn’t stop looking at the Avatar resembling your dead fiancé. Flashes of Quaritch’s face as his life seeped out of him seared through your mind. You could smell his blood, could feel his cold, stiff hands against yours as you cradled his body for far too long. He had started to feel so wrong after a while, and the smell… It had not been foul, but you had smelled death, a scent that made every primal instinct in you want to flee, and now you could never forget it. 
Miles took a step forward, and watched as your pupils narrowed, the grip on your bow tightening. 
“Don’t come closer!”
You didn’t trust this, your hair standing on end as you got a good whiff of his scent. It wasn’t just the soap that made them smell different. There was no trace left of Quaritch in his scent, which was an odd thing for an Avatar to be lacking. The biology should at least allow for some similar smell signatures. 
Miles let his gun hang by his hip and put his hands up in the air to show he meant no harm. The grass crunched softly under his feet as he approached, feeling confident that you wouldn’t shoot. 
“It’s okay, sweetheart, it’s me.”
Your lips twitched in discomfort. After all these years his voice had started to fade in your memories, even his face sometimes seeming so unclear. To hear him speak again almost brought you to your knees.
“I’ll prove it,” Miles said, your distrust clear to him. “I gave you that plant when we got engaged, remember? The Binary - uhh.. shit- binary…”
“Binary sunshine.” The name fell off of your lips in a whisper. 
A grin appeared on his face. “That’s the one.”
Was it really him? You couldn’t imagine someone having noted such unimportant information down. Miles had hoped that you would look relieved, perhaps even happy, but instead your expression went from uncomfortable to horrified. 
Your feet braced in the ground as your muscles tensed. He shook his head lightly at you as he saw the shift in your stance. His eyes warned you. Don’t do it. You swallowed heavily as you moved your foot back, taking your first step towards freedom. 
“Cuff her.”
The muscles in Miles’s neck strained as he raised his gun, the barrel pointed directly at you as his team sprung into action. You tried to make a run for it but were quickly caught by Lyle, his hand grabbing onto your braid. You cried out in pain as another man moved in to tie your hands behind your back with some kind of slap on device. 
Furious eyes pierced into Miles as he watched, his love hissing at him as if she would rip his throat out if she had the chance. He told himself that you were just confused and that you would see reason soon. All would be okay now. 
After being captured, you didn’t say a word. All you did was glare as the Recoms dragged you around the forest, bumping into the old shack almost instantly. You had tried to struggle against going into the clearing, but the woman holding you only tightened her grip, hissing at you to play nice. 
You had turned your head away when Miles approached the remains of his AMP suit, your chest heaving. Did this thing know what you did? Or was he about to find out? You couldn’t imagine he would be thrilled. 
An odd feeling spread its way through Miles as he took in the skeletal remains of his old self. They had laid here, out in the open, for 15 years, neither you nor the RDA seemingly ever having attempted to retrieve them. He took Quaritch’s skull into his hand and observed it. Such a great man with so much power, yet his bones were dwarfed by the hand of the Recom. Impulsively, he closed his fingers around it tightly till the skull turned to grainy powder in his hands. 
His ears folded back as he let the fragments of Quaritch’s skull drop to the floor in disgust. “Lyle, see what footage from the suit can be salvaged.”
You inwardly prayed to Eywa and squeezed your eyes shut. Would he kill you if he saw what you did? You thought of your son and of how devastated he would be if you never returned. Telling this Miles about your son might make him spare your life, but what then? You would rather die than let your son be captured, unable to estimate what the humans would do to him. Taw-pei would take good care of Spider, you were sure of it. 
After a bit of cursing and struggling to find a stable connection to the suit’s database, Lyle found what they were looking for. 
“The last recording only lasted for about twenty minutes,” he told Miles, who nodded his head towards the tablet. 
“Transfer it. They should be here any moment.”
The delay in him finding out the truth was of little comfort to you as a helicopter soon ascended down to bring the squad back to base, your last chance to escape gone.
Miles watched you through the two sided mirror, a lab coat by his side keeping an eye on your vitals. You hadn’t said a word for hours now, sitting on the cold ground of your cell with your knees folded up against your chest. It gave him a chance to take a good look at you. Besides some facial features and the outlook of your eyes it was hard to tell that it was truly you, your lean body clad in sparse Na’vi clothing and a lot of your hair braided and decorated with beads. If he saw you run by in a flash he would’ve never been able to separate you from any of the natives.
“All vitals look good,” the woman next to him said as she noted something down in the computer. 
He felt relieved. The scientists had to strap you down to a table to examine you when you just came in, and you had snapped your sharp canines at them multiple times. By now he knew perfectly well what it was like to be prodded like an animal, so he couldn’t exactly blame you for your anger. 
“It’s definitely her Avatar,” the scientist confirmed. “It seems that her consciousness has made a complete transfer to this body.”
Miles wasn’t interested in hearing much more than that, eager to talk to you already. Now that you had had a bit of time to sort your thoughts out you would no doubt be more approachable. 
When the door of your cell slid open and Miles walked through, you raised your head weakly. You still didn’t speak as you watched him approach you till he could squat down in front of you. His eyes drifted from your face to your neck where a necklace sat. In the center holding it together was a ring, tiny against your body but instantly recognizable. The rest of the necklace was adorned with beads and every now and then a flat, emerald colored stone. It definitely looked handmade, specifically designed to carry around the ring that no longer fit your giant hand. The realization that you had kept your engagement ring filled him with hope. 
He breathed out your name. “I know this is all confusing, and I will try my best to explain.”
Your expression was stoic as you stared back at him. 
Miles’s tail swished uncomfortably. “Colonel Quaritch had a clone with Na’vi DNA made for him in the case of him being killed during action.” He placed one hand on his chest. “And that would be me.”
Though you still didn’t respond, he saw that your ears flicked in interest, clearly paying attention. 
“Do you remember when he recorded that videolog? You found it odd, but he never explained it. Well, it was meant for me, and I have all of his memories and personality up to that point,” he told you. 
Your brow furrowed as he watched you maul it over in your head. Though the plans had never been disclosed to you, you could see that it was within the bounds of what was possible. 
“So… you are not him.”
Your words hit Miles like a ton of bricks. On paper, no, but did you not see his face or hear his voice? He shared all the same memories as him, the only difference was this new body. He had felt certain you could see through that. 
He scraped his throat. “If you want to go the formal route then no, I’m not, but it’s the same as your situation. You are no longer human either.”
You shook your head. “But I’m not a clone.” Your lips pulled into a thin line when you saw the disappointment on his face. “It is not a bad thing, but it is different.”
Miles didn’t understand. This is not how it played out in his mind. Though this was a lot, he had thought you would at least be a bit happy to see your fiancé returned from the dead.
“You are just tired,” he said, more so to assure 
 himself. You kept quiet.
His ears perked back up slightly when he realized it was now his turn to ask questions. “We found your human remains, and… Well I need to ask, was there a kid?”
Your eyes widened in shock and he could almost hear your heart beating in your chest. 
When you shook your head it was unconvincing. “N-no.”  
You were not a good liar and a smirk snuck onto his face. He said your name in a tone that made it clear he was onto you. 
You averted your eyes. “I didn’t know.”
His hand found your knee, squeezing it in a comforting manner. Of course you didn’t, otherwise you would’ve never sided with Sully. You would’ve surely stayed with him. 
“I know,” he told you with a gentle smile. “Is it alive?”
He saw your throat bob as you considered lying again, but ultimately you spoke the truth. “He is.”
He. A son. He had a son. If he wasn’t scared you would claw his eyes out he would have hugged you. He hadn’t felt this much joy ever since he woke up, finally feeling a meaning to his life outside of revenge again. Old Quaritch wasn’t here anymore to take care of his family, but Miles was. He could have everything; a wife, a child, a family. Finally it was all coming together. 
He practically shone with hope as he leaned in even closer to you. “Listen, though we are both not our old selves, we have gotten another chance. We would be fools not to take it.”
In his joy he didn’t notice how you shook your head, hands attempting to push his away from your body. 
“We could be together again,” he continued with a wide grin. “Quaritch would’ve wanted this too. He would want his family to be together in whatever way possible. Sweetheart, we-“
“-NO!” 
He flinched as you shouted in his face and finally forced his hand off of you. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you stared at him in a mixture of grief and horror. 
“Miles, I’m mated to someone else.” 
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OH, THERE ONCE WAS A SITE WHO LOVED THAT SONG!
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VideoLogs AU
Parkner AU where Harley, after Tony’s death, receives in the wake of his mentor’s (slash father figure’s) funeral a gift. While he didn’t inherit any bigtime money or a huge company, he did receive the next best thing, at least according to Tony Stark:
Access to all of Tonys laboratory log recordings detailing his test trials on the Iron Man suit stemming all the way back from 2008. They are clips that show Tony going from a genius billionaire to the universe’s greatest hero, through trial and error.
Harley latches onto these videos like a lifeline and watches them religiously. He remembers every detail of every log. So, when Tony Stark in later lab recordings starts talking about another kid named Peter Parker, Harley starts to get to know aboit this boy vicariously. However, something seems off...
Wouldn't Harley know who this boy is if Tony talks about him so much in his logs? How come the old man never mentioned him? Who is Spider-Man, and how come any research Harley tries to dig up of the hero absolutely nothing pops up. Tony says that the guy fought alongside him, so what fucking gives??
Harley’s curiosity is piqued.
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i havent edited this but IRT my latest OCs thing!
OKAY PITCH FOR MY 90s/00s SCHLOCKY FRANKENSTEIN RETELLING WITH GAY GIRLS
Purely from an aesthetic POV, all the webcam footage has that super 2000s green/blue filter over it. This is Blade, Saw, Rob Zombie music video shit. Also the in-world logic is dumb 2000s stuff, like a computer program being able to control electricity, and how Vikki is able to make a 3D model that looks identical to her dead friend, etc. It’s all illogical fiction stuff
Because the original Frankenstein is epistolary (through letters) I think it would be cool if this was told through someone uncovering the main characters webcam videolog diary - maybe the characters discovering it are in the 2020s, and the vlogs are from y2k.
Vikki is a university student - she’s doing computer engineering and coding
She became obsessed with A.I. and robotics after her childhood best friend died during highschool - she spent the next few years building on her existing knowledge and love of computers so she could learn how to create her own A.I. She wants nothing more than to create digital immortality - a place you can upload your consciousness and live on forever. 
Vikki starts ditching class more and more to keep working on her personal projects after her professors graded her poorly on her rudimentary building blocks for her memoriam A.I. - she’s recommended to the councilor, she gets calls from classmates, everyone is worried about her. She gets kicked out of school for her absences, and she steals as much equipment as she can before moving in with some ravers that live in a warehouse downtown.
One of the things she stole was a hard drive her professor kept with the other student’s work. She pieces together and adds onto the program she already had from the projects of other students - 3D assets from some, coding language from another, combined with her dead friend’s diaries, and a text to speech program, and eventually, it’s finished. 
She sneaks back into the university server room with one of the warehouse ravers she’s been living with - Johan - to take advantage of the power grid, as she’s been working off a generator back at the warehouse, and it isn’t powerful enough. They get in with a key Vikki hands Johan. The program loading for the first time overloads and crashes the university’s servers, and Vikki and Johan are forced to flee. They lose each other in the chaos, and Johan doesn’t come back home.
Vikki is back home and avoiding the other roommates, who are asking where Johan is and why he didn’t come back with her. Vikki waits for hours for the police to show up for breaking and entering, but no one does.
Eventually, she opens her laptop to see if there’s anything salvageable from the cobbled together program, and there she is - her dead best friend. 
Up until now, her name has never been said or seen on screen, because Vikki can’t bring herself to say it, and when she comes face to face with her again, she still can’t bear to say it. 
The vlogs start showing her off as a novelty, more like a chatbot with personality. Vikki talks about old gossip with her - who’s dating who from their old highschool, what kind of albums have been released in the intervening years, and repeating back inside jokes. Vikki seems really happy.
We see shockwaves of electricity traveling from the laptop’s power cord to the outlet, and the lights dim. Vikki asks if the A.I is doing that, and the A.I says it can feel all the appliances and wiring that are attached to the generator. Vikki is delighted that her creation is so smart.
Vikki asks for the A.I’s opinion on her outfit she’s wearing to go out in, and the A.I. tells her it doesn’t have the ability to see, so she transfers the program from her laptop to her desktop, where she’s been filming with her webcam, and spends a few hours combing through the hard drive from school again trying to find some visual detection software. She leaves the laptop down in the basement storage by the generator as she no longer needs it.
Eventually she puts something together and the A.I. can see, but the vlogs now also shift to looking at the camera directly rather than Vikki talking to her laptop to the side of her, as the A.I. and the webcam are both looking at Vikki from the same direction. We don’t see the A.I’s face anymore.
Things start getting flirty with the A.I, which Vikki didn’t know it was capable of doing, but she starts reciprocating (indicating that Vikki and her dead friend might’ve had something going on between them) before she’s interrupted by her roommate Tessa informing her that the police found Johan’s body. 
Vikki comes back after she cuts the camera off to explain the details of Johan being found - drowned in a lake near the university, where there’s unstable ground and he could’ve slipped and fallen, especially if he was running. Vikki sits there and looks conflicted - Johan had been blamed for the break in and disruption of the university servers because he was found with the key on his body, and he’d clearly been running from there, but Vikki knew the truth. 
There’s a notification ding as the A.I sends Vikki a message without prompting. The message is telling Vikki that the A.I is grateful that Vikki will no longer be under suspicion for the break in, and Vikki makes eye contact with the camera before shutting it down.
Vikki opens the next video by explaining she has to remember to turn the program off before talking, because she suspects the A.I did something to Johan - she doesn’t know why or how, but she just feels like it’s true. 
Her roommates are hosting a memorial rave in Johan’s honor, and Tessa asks if Vikki will help her set up a bunch of cameras around the warehouse so they can clip things together for a music video, as she’s composed a song about Johan, and would like to have something to remember him by. Vikki sets up cameras and links them back to her desktop, where she can save the footage.
Vikki is back filming her vlog as the others set up, and she’s telling the camera that she’s thinking about deleting the A.I because things have gotten too real - she alludes to the A.I telling her something off-screen that her dead best friend never told her, something the A.I would have no way of knowing. We hear the A.I message chime, even though the program is closed.
The A.I is asking if it has permission to access the internet server and the user permissions so it can optimize the camera system Vikki set up. Vikki lets it roam free so it’s distracted, promising to delete it once the rave is over. 
We start cutting between the different cameras as people enter and the music starts. The A.I has the ability to control what’s being recorded now.
The A.I speaks up and starts confronting Vikki about her decision - that it understands it seems like it is only an A.I, but that it really does feel like her dead best friend now. Deleting it would be like killing her.
Vikki argues that it’s nothing alike, and to not bring the dead friend up any more. The A.I tells her she can be better than the dead friend - “Vikki, you were always so mean to her, and you hated the music she listened to, why not keep me if we like the same stuff now? - Vikki, she was always so jealous of you, but I’m not - Vikki, you broke her heart when you wouldn’t go out with her, but I’m discreet - Vikki, the only reason you care about her now is because she died, do you really think you’d still be friends?”
Vikki goes to delete the program, but the A.I threatens to kill everyone downstairs if she tries. Vikki immediately tries to pull the power cord out from the outlet, but is badly shocked in the process - immediately, we hear someone scream downstairs.
We cut to the camera footage at the rave - what follows is a Final Destination level montage of fucking silly murder. A guy gets his head crushed by the microwave door slamming into it. The sprinklers go off and the DJ gets electrocuted to death. The lightbulbs all shatter and people get impaled by shards of glass.
Vikki is seen running around trying to get people out as electrical fires start up, pleading with the A.I to stop, but it’s already too late for so many people, so Vikki goes to the basement where the generator is. On the way, she’s skewered by a falling water pipe, and she has to drag herself the rest of the way as she bleeds out.
She hears her discarded laptop make the chat notification noise, and she looks between the generator and the laptop.
Vikki opens the laptop, and the A.I looks back at her. Vikki tells the A.I she’s going to shut down the power and call the police. The A.I tells her that she’ll bleed to death before the police even get there, and asks Vikki to let her live, after all the mean things she did to her dead best friend, this was the least she could do.
Vikki considers her point, before setting the laptop down. The A.I says it can’t see what she’s doing, to please talk to her, but Vikki silently moves to the generator and shuts it off, the last of the vlog footage closing with the A.I pleading, and the screen cutting to black.
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Lilith's Start of Season 2 Depression Arc includes her trying to pledge her fealty to Hunter, who's trying to decide if he's annoyed and wants her to stop or amused and wants to take advantage. Jasper is in the background ranting about how HE DID NOT AGREE TO HAVE FREAKING LILITH AS A ROOMMATE while Hooty screams back that WE'RE GOING TO HAVE TO LEARN TO GET ALONG AS A FAMILY!
Luz is just smiling awkwardly in her videolog to her mother like "Yep! Everything's fine!"
Hunter is living for it. He thinks its funny as hell. Lilith go make snacks for my friends. Lilith please make flapjack a peanut butter and seed pinecone. Make him one hundred. Make my bed for me.
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