#Cover Up; What You Are Not Supposed to Know About Nuclear Power

[denimbex1986]

'Oppenheimer, the movie about J. Robert Oppenheimer and the Manhattan Project, is a great film, extraordinary, as most movie reviews are accurately saying, and so, so important.

Causing the formation of the Manhattan Project was a letter from Long Island, New York to President Franklin D. Roosevelt. It was signed by Albert Einstein who spent summers in New Suffolk on Long Island, New York.

It was 1939 and the splitting of the atom—fission—had been done the year before in Germany. The Einstein letter said: “This phenomenon would also lead to the construction of bombs, and it is conceivable—though much less certain—that extremely powerful bombs of this type may thus be constructed.”

The aim of the Manhattan Project was to fight fire with fire—to use fission to create an atom bomb before Hitler and the Nazis did.

Einstein in the end regretted the letter. “If I had known that the Germans would not succeed in constructing the atom bomb, I never would have moved a finger,” he wrote in his 1950 book Out of My Later Years.

I first saw the two-page letter as a boy on a family trip to the Franklin D. Roosevelt Presidential Library, next to what was FDR’s home, in upstate Hyde Park. It was there in a glass display cabinet. My sense: what an important letter!

Written on its upper right: “Albert Einstein, Old Grove Road, Nassau Point, Peconic, Long Island, August 2nd, 1939.” Below and to the left was to whom it was addressed: “F.D. Roosevelt, President of the United States, White House, Washington, D.C.”

On a personal note, Nassau Point is seven air miles from where my wife and I have lived for nearly 50 years, a hamlet called Noyac on Long Island’s South Fork, across Little Peconic Bay from New Suffolk.

Oppenheimer takes place largely in Los Alamos, New Mexico where the main work of the World War II crash program was done. Why then was it called the Manhattan Project? Its initial headquarters in 1942 was in Manhattan at the North Atlantic Division of the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers. General Leslie Groves, its director, was in the Corps.

The story of how several scientists, like Einstein refugees from the Nazis, found Einstein on the North Fork of eastern Long Island is amazing. It has been told by the late British journalist Alistair Cooke. Cooke gave this account over BBC radio as part of his “Letter from America” series. (Cooke incidentally had a home in Cutchogue on the North Fork.)

“Well, it began, on a drenching hot day in midsummer 1939 with two men, two refugees getting up in the morning and getting out a map and deciding to drive to the end of Long Island,” Cooke related. He said these “these two refugees, both Hungarians who had been run out of their labs in Germany, heard through the underground of their old friends who’d fled to various countries of Europe, two things. One was that there had been a secret meeting of German physicists, in Berlin, and that Germany had, quite suddenly and secretly, forbidden all exports of a certain kind of ore from the occupied country of Czechoslovakia.”

The ”ore” was uranium.

“These two refugees wondered, if the American State Department had any notion what the coincidence of these two items could signify.” But they were concerned that “if they had gone in person to the State Department or the White House they would quite likely have been waved away, or locked up as nuts.”

One of the scientists “remembered the old man, another refugee, but better known.”

This was Einstein.

“He might carry a little weight,” Cooke went on. “That was it, get to the old man, tell him what was meant by the equation: one secret meeting plus one export ban. But where was the old man? Well, one of them had heard that he was down at the end of Long Island, summering in a cottage rented from a local doctor. Doctor... doctor... wait a minute, Moore that was it? But now the place.”

One of the scientists “remembered all this, but couldn’t recall the name of the nearest village,” said Cooke. “Now Long Island is 120 miles long and full of place names. And the English names might be forgettable enough to a couple of Hungarians, but how about the Indian names? Aquebogue and Noyac and Mattituck and Ronkonkoma…and the like.”

One scientist said it was spelled “with a ‘P.’ They saw a name 90 miles down the island on the map in red letters, ‘Patchogue, that's it, that's the one.’ So they drove off. And they got out, and they asked in stores and petrol stations, ‘Anybody know the whereabouts of Doctor Moore's cottage?’ Nobody had ever heard of him. They got into the car again and sweated over the map.” Then still driving they neared a bay—Peconic Bay—and one scientist said: “Could it be Peconic?”

“’That’s it,’ cried the other, ‘now I remember.’”

And they drove on. “Less than two miles from Peconic” they came to Cutchogue and “saw a boy…standing on a corner with a fishing rod in his hand. The old man [Einstein] was a great fisherman. ‘Sure, said the little boy,’ he lives in Doctor Moore’s cottage.’” The boy “climbed” into the scientists’ “car and he led them there. The old man [Einstein] came out in his slippers and they told him their news. And they had a hot hour explaining to him what it all [the splitting of the atom in Germany] meant or could mean.”

There was a second visit, Cooke related, by Leo Szilard, one of the scientists on the first trip, and this time Szilard was with Edward Teller, yet another refugee.

A ”bold and simple letter” had been drafted, noted Cooke. Einstein signed it. “The president got the letter.” And that led to the Manhattan Project.

To listen to the full broadcast, go to https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b00fks6t.

In a book I wrote, Cover Up; What You Are Not Supposed to Know About Nuclear Power, published in 1980, I present a facsimile of much of the Einstein letter and discuss it and the Manhattan Project. Through the years since, nuclear technology has been a focus of mine and I’ve written more than a thousand articles and additional books and have been the presenter of many TV programs on the subject.

In 1999 I went to Los Alamos for an event in which the Nuclear Free Future Awards for that year were presented. I had been invited to be a member of a panel of judges for the award given to people involved in education about and also challenging nuclear technology.

The setting of the awards ceremony was right out of the Manhattan Project, literally.

Claus Biegert, head of the Nuclear Free Future Awards program, arranged for it to be held in Fuller Lodge, a main building among the original structures used by the Manhattan Project in Los Alamos. Among those present was Peter Oppenheimer, son of J. Robert Oppenheimer and an opponent of nuclear weapons who warmly welcomed Biegert to Fuller Lodge. There are several scenes in Oppenheimer filmed in the Fuller Lodge.

I stayed at a motel in Los Alamos a few blocks aways—a motel the halls of which were lined with photographs of nuclear bombs exploding with their mushroom clouds.

The morning after the ceremony, I had breakfast at the motel at a table with Arlo Guthrie, involved in the awards program and long a musical advocate of peace. And here we were in a building glorifying nuclear bombs. But glorification of nuclear weapons has been and is still going on especially in places like Los Alamos that are involved in their production, thus having a vested interest

Not only did Einstein regret his signing the letter—he called it, too, “one great mistake in my life”—but Szilard was also left with deep concerns about a future in which nuclear weapons would proliferate.

Szilard in 1945 put together a petition to President Truman signed by 70 other Manhattan Project scientist asking the president not to use the atomic bomb on Japan without first giving Japan the opportunity to surrender and further declaring: “The development of atomic power will provide the nations with new means of destruction. The atomic bombs at our disposal represent only the first step in this direction, and there is almost no limit to the destructive power which will become available…”

Truman never saw the letter before the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki with accounts saying its delivery to him was blocked by Groves and Secretary of State James Byrnes.

Meanwhile, Teller then and through his life believed nuclear war was feasible and winnable. He led the development of an even more powerful nuclear weapon than the atomic bomb—what he called the “super,” the hydrogen bomb. His conflict with Oppenheimer over this is repeated throughout the Oppenheimer film.

I had a run-in with Teller in requesting the use in Cover Up of passages from one of his books that claimed “we can survive” nuclear war. I was told no. I quoted from it anyway.

Go see the brilliant Oppenheimer film.

Can the nuclear weapons genie be put back in the bottle? Chemical weapons were outlawed—put back in the bottle—through a set of international treaties after World War I in which their terrible consequences were demonstrated. The vehicle today for eliminating nuclear weapons is the Treaty on the Prohibition of Nuclear Weapons, passed at the United Nations by a vote of 122 nations in 2017. It is now backed by two-thirds of the world’s nations and is international law.

The treaty bans the use, development, testing and production of nuclear weapons and also prohibits threats to use them. However, the nine countries that now possess nuclear weapons—which include the U.S., Russia and China—are not supporting the treaty.'

[godmadeaterribleerror]

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Rating/Warnings: 18+ for canon-typical violence, swearing, mental health issues, mentions of rape/non-con, and sexual content.

Tags: Soldier Boy/Supe!Female Reader, enemies to friends to lovers, canon divergence, slow burn, smut, angst, fluff.

Series Summary

Three years ago you were normal, the only demons you had to fight were your own, and you the most you knew of Vought and the Boys were what you saw on TV. But then you met Homelander at a stupid party, and woke up the next morning in a cell.

After almost two and a half years of you being Homelander's little project, Soldier Boy was woken up only go rouge and be put back under. Somewhere in there, you escaped. And before Queen Maeve went underground, she told William Butcher about the Anomaly, a powerful supe who recently escaped Vought captivity and may have an agenda against Homelander.

One month later, the Boys found you.

You spend the next five months helping them best you can, though your control over your powers is weak and your fear of Homelander makes you useless in combat. But you get an idea. A stupid, dangerous idea that turns you into Soldier Boy's keeper, giving him a second chance to take down Homelander, you hanging over his shoulder, a threat should he want to go nuclear again. It's exhausting and frustrating, and you might kill him and yourself as soon as this is over, but you said whatever it takes.

And this is what it takes.

Author's Note

This story is non-canon compliant, with the two main differences being;

1) Butcher doesn't have brain cancer, because I said so.

2) All of Gen V didn't take place, because I don't want to deal with the whole supe-plauge thing. Also that's too many characters to keep track of squad.

Because of this, the story will start in a similar setting as s4e5, but with different events leading up to it, and will deal with similar themes and have similar events to the rest of s4, but at an inconsistent rate. If you have any questions about other, smaller changes I have made, feel free to ask!

Navigation Key

❤️‍🔥 = Smut

🚩 = Additional Warnings

Chapter List

Chapter 1 - Where Winning Looks Like Losing Chapter 2 - A New Kind of Tension Chapter 3 - You've Torn Your Dress 🚩 Chapter 4 - You Might Be The Same As Me Chapter 5 - Popped, Cool, and Ready to Go Chapter 6 - I've Been Searching for a Fortified Defense Chapter 7 - The Blinding Ultra-Violence 🚩 Chapter 8 - I Just Find My Way Back ❤️‍🔥🚩 Chapter 9 - Can't Cover It Up ❤️‍🔥 Chapter 10 - Lead Me To The Ark ❤️‍🔥 Chapter 11 - The Wolves or The Ocean Rocks Chapter 12 - While My Blood's Still Flowing Chapter 13 - The Terror of Knowing Chapter 14 - Choke on Sun Chapter 15 - I Found A Martyr ❤️‍🔥 Chapter 16 - Let It Flood ❤️‍🔥 🚩 Chapter 17 - Make My Chest Stir Chapter 18 - Something In The Static ❤️‍🔥 Chapter 19 - Don't Look Back 🚩 Chapter 20 - Forget to Fall Down Chapter 21 - Some Things You Just Can't Speak About ❤️‍🔥 🚩 Chapter 22 - I Stayed In The Darkness With You Chapter 23 - Wherever You're Going ❤️‍🔥 Chapter 24 - You'll Never Be Alone ❤️‍🔥 Chapter 25 - All I Know ❤️‍🔥 Chapter 26 - I’ve Loved Everything About You That Hurts ❤️‍🔥 Chapter 27 - Just A Shot Away (11/12) Chapter 28 - Something That I'm Supposed to Be (11/19)

Bonus Footage (Standalone Chapters)

Dying’s Up to Me - A Prologue. Takes place 6ish months before Chapter 1. 🚩 Back to Here - Request! They get horny at the dining table, and Butcher takes it personally. Takes place in Chapter 14. It's So Simple - You make Ben do icebreakers. He's a little bitch about it. Takes place in Chapter 14. Just Your Time - You give Ben internet lessons. Takes place in Chapter 14. As Much As I Do - Request! Ben finds you dancing, is immediately very normal about it. Takes place after Chapter 14 and around Chapter 15. Calling Your Name - Ben's first birthday awake isn't great. Takes place in Chapter 19. ❤️‍🔥 I Skip My Pride - You share some music with Ben over text. Takes place in Chapter 22. The Only Place That I Call Home - It's team game night, and everyone is sick of you and Ben's shit. Takes place in Chapter 24. ❤️‍🔥 Can't Help Myself - Request! Ben has a breeding kink, and you're incredibly horny, so it works. Takes place in around Chapter 24 and Chapter 25. ❤️‍🔥 Anywhere Else Is Hollow - A halloween special episode! Takes place in Chapter 25. It Was Smiling Down - A Ryan pov Chapter. Takes place between Chapter 26 and Chapter 27. A Call To Motion (11/15)

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Transcript (from about 0:27 on) under the cut

I've had a lot of Star Wars fans, and gamers in general, ask some pretty great questions about Bode and his motivations and why he does some of the things he does. So I figured I'd just share a little bit of some of the behind the scenes work that I do for a character like Bode. And let me say right off the bat: I'm a huge Star Wars fan but I don't pretend to be, like, a Star Wars academic – so if you want to come at me with how my headcanon is factually inaccurate, you're welcome to do so, it's not going to bother me, but that's not why I do it. I create these backstories because it gives me an emotional hook, so that Bode's emotional journey is honest, for me.

And I should also say, anything I say now isn't on any of the writers or anyone else on the Survivor team, this is all just my broken dumb brain. So, let's talk today about Ghost Star.

So, the song Ghost Star was introduced by one of the writers, Danny – mad genius Danny – pretty late in the sequence of things, and then brought to beautiful life by Tajinae, who plays Kata and is ridiculously talented. I'm very jealous. So, Danny had asked me in a session, would you feel comfortable singing a song as Bode? I don't sing, which may have become quite apparent if you play the game, but any chance for me to show and share more of who Bode is, stuff that you don't get to see in all the missions, I'm grateful for. So I was like, hell yeah. And I got this song titled Ghost Star, so the first thing I did was look up "ghost star", specifically looking for anything revolving around astronomy.

I don't know if this was Danny's thought from the get-go, I have never talked to him about it, but in my research I found that there is a theory being postulated that when you're looking up at the night sky and you see the sky just covered in stars, that there's actually a lot of astral bodies you're not seeing. Among them being ghost stars, which are stars with dark matter cores. Dark matter has gravity but never undergoes nuclear fission the way a normal star does, and therefore emits no light. So there are stars out there with tremendous gravity that are essentially invisible to the naked eye.

And I thought that was really beautiful and poetic, in a way, and then I started thinking about Bode and a question that arises a lot, which is: why does Bode not get found out by Cal, or Cere, or Cordova, these incredibly powerful Jedi?

That's a really good question, and it made me wonder if perhaps there is a rare contingent of individuals who have the ability to tap into the Force but don't emit a Force resonance like most people do – which is how a Jedi is able to tell that someone else is able to manipulate the Force. I mean, Emperor Palpatine is a perfect example of an incredibly powerful Force user who is literally standing right in front of Master Yoda and all the Masters on the Jedi Council, and they never know. So, maybe this is a rare trait that they share.

And that got me thinking, that would probably be something that you'd pick up on very early at the Jedi Academy as a youngling. And one of the things that Bode shares with Cal is that before Order 66 he worked in intelligence.

It would be a very powerful asset to be able to take an operative and insert them into situations where they can watch over Force users without that target knowing that he can manipulate the Force. Where would that be useful? Intelligence gathering, obviously, but also the Jedi equivalent of internal affairs. Jedi are incredibly powerful. And power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. And if anyone's seen The Clone Wars, you know that there are very powerful “Jedi” that are not good. Pong Krell being a great example. I want to punch him, repeatedly.

So perhaps operatives like Bode were sent to gather intel and make sure that the Jedi out there were doing what they're supposed to be doing. One example. And, perhaps, his operative name was Ghost Star.

Order 66 happens, all hell breaks loose, everything that Bode has known burns to ash. He's on the run and somewhere on his journey he meets a wonderful woman named Tayala.

When you have to run and hide and constantly change locations for fear of being found, that's not something you can do with a significant other and not let them know what you're doing and why. So I'm sure Bode shares his past with Tayala. And then a while later, Kata is born.

Anytime Bode gets an inkling that Imperial intelligence has been sniffing around, or forbid an inquisitor makes their presence known anywhere nearby, I think Bode leaves his family behind, travels to distant parts of the Galaxy and very subtly makes himself known, so that he attracts the attention of intelligence or the inquisitors and draws that focus away from his family.

And Kata's so young and doesn't understand why her father has to leave for weeks or months at a time, and so Tayala sings her a lullaby called Ghost Star, which brings Kata comfort while she waits for her father to come home. And it's also for Tayala, perhaps a silent prayer that her husband comes back safely.

And they survive like this, constantly moving, constantly on the run. And then one day Bode is out with Kata. They're coming home and as they're getting closer to the house, he hears Tayala singing Ghost Star, which is a song she never sings if he's home. And he knows that something's gone terribly, terribly wrong.

And he flees with Kata, and the inquisitor that was waiting for him at home in their anger strikes down Tayala, knowing that, somehow, she gave them away.

So, a lot of things happen. Bode makes some very difficult, very terrible choices in the pursuit of keeping Kata safe, and now sings Ghost Star as a way to make sure that Kata's memories of her mother stay as fresh as they can; and just because it brings him comfort, but it also is a poignant reminder of a terrible, terrible day and the fact that he left his wife behind and that his wife paid the price for Bode being who he is.

And I think in his time as a dog for the Empire Bode has done some terrible, terrible things. I think he's often sent to hunt down Jedi that are that are in hiding, especially if it seems like they're trying to rally up resistance, because he can come in and his target will never see him coming. I think he's an assassin, and I think every time he does it a little piece of Bode chips off.

And I think Bode hates himself for it, and I think a lot of times, especially if it's a mission where he's gotten to know his target to any degree, that makes it that much harder to do what he knows he has to do. And in those moments he uses Ghost Star as his anchor. He sings it to himself when he's alone, as a way to remind himself of why he's doing the terrible things he's doing, that there is a greater purpose, which is making sure that his daughter stays safe and that Tayala’s sacrifice is never in vain.

And then he meets Cal, and I think finds the brother he never had. And in the crew of the Mantis the family he's lost, a family that would allow Kata to live a normal life. And he really struggles with what to do, and tries desperately to make it work. And when it becomes clear that Cal is going to share the information on Tanalorr and turn it into essentially an access point, Bode is devastated, because the Empire has already found Cal, Cal just doesn't know it yet. And if they found him now they'll definitely find them again, if this turns into essentially a way station. And Bode makes an impossible choice.

And he tries to use Ghost Star the way it's always worked in the past, to kind of remind him of what's important, and I think it fails him, and I think it breaks him.

[woodchipp]

I'm gonna be honest - along with OMORI pressuring the player into choosing the good ending lest Sunny kills himself, the whole DUET cutscene doesn't strike me as anything but very blatant emotional manipulation either. Every mention of it I saw was followed by fans talking at length about how thoroughly devastated they were left by that moment, but if you look past the Feels and focus on the Reals, what is there to be devastated about, really?

The (supposed) purpose of the cutscene is to show Sunny placating his depression by recalling the good times he had with Mari and his friends... except that is exactly what he's been doing via Basil's photo album throughout the entire game. That's what Memory Lane, which you have to go through right before the final boss, was there for. And just like the aforementioned two, the good times showcased in DUET are glurgy, meaningless fluff. They don't tell you anything new about the characters and they don't show them helping each other through thick and thin as people you could call "real" friends are supposed to. The fact that the cutscene itself looks like a PowerPoint slideshow or something you could theoretically cook up in Windows Movie Maker doesn't help, especially if you remove the music track altogether.

I think one of my "favorite" moments is Sunny and Mari meeting Kel and Hero, which is represented by the latter two literally popping out of thin air

You'd think that as a story with the power of friendship as one of its central themes, the game would show how the characters became friends in the first place and what makes them gel together, but no. This is all you get.

It's the same thing with Aubrey and Basil. The gang meets Aubrey for the first time while she's crying on the sidewalk before the game cuts to her introducing Basil to them. Was them comforting Aubrey over her lost shoe enough for her to befriend them? How exactly did she and Basil meet? I dunno, you tell me! Think about the plot so the writer won't have to!

So emotional. So peak. Two hundred thousand dollars was spent on this.

Speaking of Sunny and Mari, the cutscene's Peakest™ moment is the smash cut from a bright shot of Mari embracing a younger Sunny to a gloomier shot of the older Sunny sitting there all alone and morose, which delivers the message with all the subtlety of a nuclear bomb explosion

she passed on The Emo to him. truely devastating. also why do they both look malnourished. what the hell is this artstyle

Yes, game. I get it. The grass was greener when Mari was alive. That's roughly her gravestone's epitaph. What is the point of this? What am I supposed to cry about?

That brings me to what I believe is the main problem with DUET, and a problem with the game itself as well - the story doesn't put in any real effort to flesh out the characters you're supposed to feel bad for, yet expects you to feel bad for them anyway. Even after playing the entire 25 hours of this game, I don't know anything about Sunny, nor can I recall anything noteworthy about him except from him calling lemons "oragnes". I don't know anything about who Mari really was except that she's treated by the narrative as if she was Jesus in the flesh. They're not characters - they're effectively cardboard cutouts, and I have no idea why the game's imploring me to shed tears over two cardboard cutouts.

The cherry on top is Omori straight-up vanishing after the cutscene ends. One could argue that Sunny's victory was temporary, but that's not indicated - Omori seems to actually vanish once and for all after the game's events, and the main menu even features Sunny himself as opposed to Omori to mark the change. Because we all know that severe depression can be treated by thinking happy thoughts, right? tfw the powerpoint slideshow was so cringe that even the depression decided to peace out

Maybe I wouldn't have been as harsh if the story had Mari kill herself instead of it being a cover-up for manslaughter. Maybe then I'd have been able to see the tragedy. But given the context of the plot twist, all I can see is a coward and a liar soothing his well-earned guilt over committing a serious crime and lying about it in the most laughably melodramatic fashion possible.

[thatonebirdwrites]

As I write ficlets here, I dump them in my Books of Destiny. Newest chapter is the idea for the Fallout AU. I wanted to keep Kara feeling alien, and the best way to do that is for her to be a vault dweller who ventures into the wastelands for the first time. This puts Lena as a wastelander (secretly with the Railroad but working as a scavenger). I'm mixing the plots of Fallout 3 and 4 because I liked Fallout 3's plot better, but I prefer Fallout 4's setting and factions. (Have played these games dozens of times.) What is the Fallout Universe?

If Fusion Power was invented and became commonplace in the 1950s, where even cars are run on fusion, only for a nuclear war to break out. Two hundred years after the War, the character leaves their vault knowing little to nothing about the wasteland. It's a dark satire with ridiculous elements. As a fun easter egg, in Fallout 3, you can find Bethseda's offices. Yes, they put their offices in the game.

Year 2278, May 12 - 200 Years After the War

Two days after leaving the vault, Kara realized that the world did not fit what the overseer had described. In fact, everything she'd been told about the world seemed to be terribly wrong.

The giant cockroaches and mosquitoes? They weren't supposed to be that big! When she saw the furless mongrel dogs and cows with two heads, she quickly realized that the Vault's biology book was utterly useless for this wasteland. The land itself mostly dried grass, vine-drenched trees, and over-sized, glowing mushrooms.

How was Kara supposed to find a clean source of water and better foodstuff to replace their lost stores? The wasteland looked so inhospitable, and nearly all the water sources held far too much radioactivity. Her Geiger counter kept bouncing up to warn her away from the more dangerous areas -- her vault suit didn't quite protect against the radiation, she should have worn a hazmat suit -- but in other areas that did harbor life, none matched her biology vaultbooks. So she had no idea what was edible.

Up ahead, Kara sighted three figures. She darted behind a rock. Last thing she needed was a fight. The last one with that creepy, fur-less and rabid dog had nearly gotten her killed. Her arm still ached from the dog's claws. She'd had to use three stimpacks before the injury began to slowly repair itself.

So she huddled behind a rock and watched the approach of humans. The first she'd seen since leaving the vault. She had a knife with her, canned food and water, and some tech from the vault. The gun she'd found in a rundown shack yesterday was out of ammo. Not that she was any good at it. Shooting wasn't part of the vault curriculum.

Two of the humans were dressed in leather coats, black pants with knee pads, and a hard helmet. A giant, hulking robot walked next to them, but a human voice emanated from it. It looked like one of the power armors Kara had seen in the textbooks from the war.

One of the humans looked like a woman. She held a device in her hand and moved it back and forth over the ground. Her skin was sun-burned, her black hair tied back in a loose ponytail, but her eyes were so, so green. As green as the tree drawings in Kara's vault textbooks. She was gorgeous.

The trio walked closer, and their voices drifted over the broken trees and shattered road. "Jack, are you certain this was the coordinates? Because I'm not picking up any signals." Even the woman's voice sounded beautiful.

"We've been over this, Lena. The triangulation pinpointed the crash to this location," Jack said, his deeper voice held an accent Kara didn't recognize. "We simply need to cover more area."

"Perhaps we should split up?" The power armor person said. Their voice was a low alto. "Cover more ground?"

"Bloody hell, Sam, we'd be easy pickings for any enemy then," Jack said with a dramatic flourish of his hand.

"You would be fine, Sam," Lena said with a roll of her eyes. "You got the power armor. Besides, the idea isn't feasible. I have the scanner. Without it, you're looking for a cap in a lake."

Kara blinked as their words filtered through her. Wait. A crash? She'd seen lots of crashes since leaving the Vault. In fact, one had been still smoking. It resembled the Vertibirds from her textbooks of the war. She'd passed by it yesterday when she'd sighted the giant cockroach and almost fell off a cliff in her eagerness to escape it.

Without thinking it through, she darted to her feet. "Hey! I saw a crash!"

And soon found herself facing three weapons -- a flamethrower in Sam's hands, a hunting rifle in Jack's, and a laser gun in Lena's.

Kara threw up her hands. "Please don't shoot! I don't mean any harm. I just heard you talking about a crash, and I saw one."

Lena lowered her weapon first. One eyebrow rose as her gaze swept over Kara. "You're wearing a vault jumpsuit."

"Yes?" Kara looked down at the blue and yellow suit. The number 101 was emblazoned across the front. Was it a bad thing to be a vault-dweller? She wondered if maybe she should have lied. Too late now. "I left it two days ago."

"Wait, you're a vault dweller?" Jack slid the rifle over his shoulder and grinned. "Our luck is in! Can you take us to it?"

Kara lowered her hands, confused. "Why?"

"Most vaults are powered by fusion," Lena explained, "and we're low on fusion cores. Is your power still functioning?"

Kara shifted uneasily back toward her rock. "I'm not sure." She'd left the vault intact, meaning her family was still there. Leading these people to it just for them to take the vault's power? That would put them all in danger.

"What do you mean you're not sure?" Sam asked. She had lowered her weapon, but her voice was still intimidating due to the power armor. "Come on, you just left it, didn't you?"

"I can take you to the crash," Kara said, firmly. Alex and the others relied on her mission to find a better water source. Leading strangers there to steal power was not part of the mission. "And maybe we can negotiate if you help me find a clean source of water."

"Now see here," Jack started to say, but Lena held up her hand to stop him.

"Negotiate we definitely can. So what's your name?" With a smile, Lena stepped in front of the others and held out her hand to Kara. "I'm Lena, this is Jack, and that's Sam."

"Kara from Vault 111." Kara shook Lena's hand with a smile. "Pleasure to meet you."

[ninhaoma-ya]

Chapter 1086 — The Five Elder Planets

What a great chapter to leave off on a break for! The theorizing will go wild…

First, Igaram's concern for Vivi is touching:

…while Pell and Chaka are looking out for their king, as the guardian deities of Arabasta should.

Something is in the air, if the faces of the other royals are anything to go by. They don't look like a happy bunch; rumours from the last leg of the Reverie?

Second, have I already said how much I love the WE HQ? It's a flying kettle! That shoots out News Coos!

I love it.

I wonder at what point Wapol caved and told Vivi what had happened to her dad. They said she'd been crying when they arrived at the WE HQ, so before current day events, but here he's still trying to deflect her questions. Maybe she figured it out from his denial? Maybe he just told her? Who knows (I want to know).

And then, totally unnecessary fandom speculation!

About a ship!

(Poor lil' Bonney. I'm sure being pint-sized helped her get aboard the ship easier, but it also underlines her quest: she is literally a child on her way to save her father.)

(By the way: in our universe, Tajine is a North African dish, also known as maraq or marqa.)

The drawing order and perspectives makes it look like Sabo is lying in the stem/front. Normally the sides mainly bulge outward from the keel, but here the planks curve distinctly up. However, when looking at traditional sailing ships, the shape doesn't work that way there:

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It can look like that in the aft:

(Link)

The other explanation might be an assistant's perspective mistake when drawing the bilge, or Lulusia's ship has a quite rare inward-bulging bow.

One of the few examples I found is the dhow, an Arabic ship:

(Link), although the 3D model can give a better view of the keel and curvature:

(Link)

So either Lulusia has a really, really cool royal ship, or there's some perspective shenanigans going on.

And now, back to our regularly scheduled analysis.

So.

…the floor is so horribly at odds with the rest of the room. Just sayin'.

Presenting: the SECOND tangent of the post.

During the 15th to 17th centuries, so covering reneissance, baroque and rococo, intricate decorations were the thing to have. The exact style and execution varied, of course, but you still were supposed to have so much detailing all over the place, both due to structural reasons (hiding those load-bearing columns and beams and servants and such) and style (look at all the money I have to put on this stuff).

Pangea Castle looks quite a bit like the Château de Chambord, so smack dab French reneissance architecture. Normally, you'd do parquet floors in the fancier parts of the castle, which means geometric and rectangular, like so:

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Of course, you could do circular, but then it'd probably be inspired by Roman mosaics, and thus geometric and repetitive, like so:

(Link 1, Link 2)

The floor in Pangea Castle is… just weird. I know there's probably art-related reasons for it (looks interesting, not as boring as a grid, etc), but the polka dot pattern really sticks out.

End of second tangent, s'il vous plaît.

Oda truly is a master storyteller.

The readers have been going bonkers for a few months now, trying to figure out what Devil Fruit powers Imu has based on the complete eradication of Lulusia. Is it star power? Is it nuclear? Is it pure light? Is it something completely different?

And then it turns out to be the One Piece-version of nuclear weapons, completing the parallells between Vegapunk and Einstein: both brilliant scientists who wanted to work for peace and the good of humanity, but whose insights were quickly weaponised.

It i also interesting to see how quick the Five Elders are to accept that Imu wants to eradicate a whole kingdom who is part of the World Government. I figure this might lead to more rebellion. After all, what is it worth to be a member of the WG if you're still not protected against horrible acts of violence? The only reason shown so far for people want to join the WG is based on pirates and the navy: they get protection and pay for the Celestial Dragons upkeep. I can't see this continuing much longer when the news about Lulusia get out – because at least Vegapunk will put two and two together. It was his invention being used, after all.

We have names!

Which might change when the official translation comes out!

But still. Interesting selections. Finance might comprise all financial activity, but why is then agriculture (food production) separate from environment (nature itself)? Mercantile activity is quite far from macroeconomic theories, which makes the lumping of all economic stuff under one heading quite interesting.

THERE IS A S-FLAMINGO!

My life is now complete.

I wonder why S-Croc looks so sad, though. S-Gecko and S-Flamingo looks like they're having the time of their lives, after all.

Also: what powers do they have? All the possibilities!

I wonder what Dragon is wondering about. He has a lot of ellipses this chapter and few words to spare. Does he agree with Sabo's decision to keep silent and live the lie? Does he disapprove? What does Iva-chan think about it all?

Ancient weapon, my old friend? The Arc Maxim 2.0? Something Completely Different?

(Also: traditional European-style ship depicted here as Lulucia's vessel. Yet the dream for a dhow still lives on!)

Jumping a bit, but Iva puts all our thoughts into words here so neatly:

In Egghead, Vegapunk says it's his dream to create the ultimate energy source. However, he doesn't say he's managed to do so yet: he's still working towards it. Therefore the thing Sabo saw probably wasn't an ancient weapon – or if it was, it wasn't at full power. Or then it was a "fire once and find another mother flame"-solution.

Whatever it was, it was horrible news for the people of Lulusia.

And then: the identity of Imu.

There's so many theories going on, tying Imu to the Roman emperor Nero or the city of Verona or the small coastal village of Nerano , also in Italy. From where we get to another Roman emperor, who is actually called Nerona: Tiberio Nerone, also known as Tiberius, an able politician who spent his last years on the island of Capri.

I'm sure we'll see where Oda draws his inspiration from sooner or later.

And the other big reveal of the chapter: the Figarland family.

(I don't think Oda will kill off Mjosgard. He is sentenced, he is not dead yet. Will the solution be banishment, a figurative death? We'll see, I'm sure.)

(I like the moon hair!)

(Edit: The cake line had me wheezing. Seriously. Scared the cat.)

I haven't seen Film Red yet, but as I gather from others, it's revealed that Shanks is a Figarland. He was also found on God Valley by Roger, so putting two and two together, we get a family connection.

However, what I'm interested in is the rankings of Celestial Dragons.

a) Saint Figarland Garling was a king

b) He is a Celestial Dragon

c) He has the power to be both judge, jury and probably executioner

How does it all fit together?

CDs are hitherto shown to just laze around in Mary Geoise and sometimes descend into the plebeian world for their own amusement. None of them is shown to be involved in the world as kings – that's the thing they specifically abdicated from 800 years ago. So why was Figarland a king? What was his role on God Valley – and what was God Valley?

So interesting! Much to think about.

I give the chapter thumbs up for lore drops and the chance for a well-deserved rest.

[thequietmanno1]

TheLreads, Vigilantes ch 91, Replies Part 1

1) “Alright Knuckles, here comes the airplane, now open wiiiide~ “- Hood’s got a big hand to give to Knuckles. 2) “knuckles please, just eat the fucking sandwich, he worked really hard to make it for you”- Given how big we later see Hood can ‘grow’ his hand to, you’d need to cut it down to size first to make it fit…except, Hood’s other secondary derivative abilities make that practically impossible too.

3) “Dammit guys, this place is rented, stop ruining the walls, the insurance does not cover this type of tomfoolery”- AFO deliberately did not insure the building just to leave the Manager stuck with the costs of the damage whilst he skedaddled. 4) “Alright knuckles, now tell me, what is the plan against a foe who’s stronger, just as fast, does not tire, and can regenerate? I hope you do have a plan ready”-  Oh don’t worry, Knuckles has a plan alright…

5) “See this on a positive light: You definitely got to see a once in a lifetime underground fight, that’s for damn sure.”- ‘Once in a lifetime’, because it’s the end of your lifetime. 6) “Hey, welcome back you two, now that you’re done resting, are you ready for some true fun?”-  Since Hood doesn’t seem to have quite the full range of abilities he later does against Endeavour, this Trio probably does have a decent chance of taking him out…sadly, they decided to go for the smart option, rather than actually risking it all to win it. Gotta keep to canon, even if it’s being stretched quite thin now. 6) “Alright knuckles, but did you at least told them what plan B was? Because I’m afraid they haaven’t developed telepathy. Not yet at least.”- Plan B. The Nuclear option. Bring the fist of God down upon the sinners. The ‘we’re gonna hand this over to the big guns’ plan. There can be only one method to achieve that… 7) “-Furuhashi when he’s told that he needs to adhere to the established canon”-  Us when Furuhashi adheres to established canon at the expense of letting his actual characters have the cool moments.

8) “Oh god don’t even joke about that Kurogiri, this seems like the sort of shit would be pulled to solve this fight, and I already dread it. We don’t need a Skyegg 2.0. “- ….Awkward Cough. 9) “so, it is like he

like he has

some sort of

of

hyper regeneration

that’s what you mean, Knuckles?”-  Again, in the interests of trying to fix the massive plot hole this would open up, I’m gonna have to stick with believing it’s just adjacent to healing, and that all Hood is doing looks like proper healing from an outside perspective, but instead is more akin to him sewing his wounds shut and forcing his body back into a humanoid shape afterwards – and given that it’s implied All Might really smashed AFO’s head good, that much blunt trauma is apparently beyond his quirk’s ability to fix- though it might be how his cranium un-deformed afterwards. Like, from what we can tell, he left nothing above the jaw but a red stain, so AFO, if not having hyper regeneration yet, must have had something that promoted cellular growth at least, if only to get his body pieced back together into a semi-stable form. 10) “Oh wow, AfO really fumbled this one then, that’s you mean? So much for being the best asset- Well, I suppose from the technical standpoint he really is the best Nomu around… even before he became a High-end.”- He was the best prototype they had on hand, easily deployable in the field, but he was still a work in progress – in fact, the trigger tests and the like seem to have been a means of continuing the work whilst not letting Hood out into a major destructive rampage with his increased power down the years, since we know he only gets stronger than this.

(Vigilantes ch 21)

11) “Oh jesus fuck it speaks, oh don’t tell me this is some bullshit prototype Nomu that AfO will eventually steal and perfect before stamping his own copyright brand on them.

I already don’t like where this is going.”-  Well, it turns out that there was already-existing Prototype Nomu for a while before Teruo, but I guess all of them were further refined through the fruits of these tests into what became the High-Ends. Guys like Teruo seems to be the first steps in verifying how well the body of an ordinary person who’s not been surgically prepped for the changes can balance multiple powers and abilities whilst retaining their sanity and sense of self, before AFO further refines the process into creating better bodies capable of withstanding the strain of the powers at the expense of the mind- after all, He’s got brains enough for all the Nomu. The concoction of chemicals injected into Teruo and those like him seems to be initial tests run to bring out first the dormant, secondary quirk traits hidden underneath the primary manifestation of the quirk’s power, resulting in Teruo’s body changing to become stronger and more amphibian-like with added electrical shocks on top of that. Technically, these are all derivatives of the same single quirk, but they manifest as being similar to having multiple powers into one body. Further refining whatever chemical process that Teruo and the café crew gets pumped up with is presumably the reason why the Nomu have similar, yet disseparate skin colourations as a visual indicator of their power levels- whatever toxins they’re injected with to allow them to withstand the  strain of multiple quirks causes permanent changes to their skin tones as a side effect, with the heavy-duty chemicals making them black-coloured, and the less-severe strains keeping them plainer, closer to a ‘normal’ human’s skin tone, especially if they’ve been kept away from the light of day for an extended period of time- and given what all the Nomu look like, it’s not like you can just cobble one together in your backyard like it’s a family treehouse.

(Vigilantes ch 33)

12) “And that makes them extremely dangerous, as they are sparing no expenses to get what they want. We already have a theory on what their reasons are, and this is more of a point towards it, because AfO only wants to improve the formula to create the Nomu, rather than the petty money that he could get from it.”-Pretty much the same- it’s likely that refined trigger is what allows the Nomus to withstand the strain of their multiple quirks, at least up to a point, meaning that the chemical process of enhancing their body to withstand the pain is as much a necessary part of the process as the ‘physical’ remodelling that Ujiko does.

13) “Dammit knuckles, there is a fighting going on, stop criticizing the dude, he’s doing his best, alright?”- He and Nomura both have that n common at least. Always pointing out the flaws and the downsides in their opponent’s tactics, though Knuckle at least also turned that into advising Koichi on what other things he can do with his Quirk.

14) “But unfortunately not enough to overpower his hyper regeneration, I’m afraid.”- Hood’s stitching skills are better than Knuckles’ needlework.

15) “Alright knuckles, we know you kick ass, but I’m still worried on how you plan to take this foe down. I mean, I know you won’t, because canon, but still I want to know how you planned to.”- His plan was, ‘Buy time, then peace out’.

@thelreads

[the-firebird69]

Super Bowl LVIII (58) Commercial: Budweiser - Old School Delivery (2024)

This idiot threatened our animals and said We'll do it the old school way and it's threaten the max horse and he's tumbling on them granting all over the place he is a massive lowlife and Slimeball and the Mac proper don't care they say they're going to overpower everyone and they're doing it and having them do it to force themselves to become more powerful. And the city had so many nuclear weapons he doesn't have hardly any power pretty soon. Too stupid to see it and you have to stop him. We need to protect our son he says they're not gonna do it enough we need to supplement immediately. Started getting bit by fleas and everyone saying keep writing keep doing it and we're not doing it. I get in there and start working there's a lot of proofs and theorems like this and he's right. This guy is a piece of crap I mean he is really a psychotic killer and we need him out there's more than just him who are like that. He's sick. Stupid and he doesn't have any of Budweiser practically just some plants that are closed and he's a hopeless woman about it now we don't like him in the first place and we want him gone he keeps making dumb comments about us over and over and he won't stop and a son says you have to shut him up he's an idiot and it proves it and we need that but still he's too rude and really too close so we're going to try and get him out for real and this stuff is ridiculous this guy is ridiculous furthermore the max are going down a similar path that he did their mouths are open their blabbing like crazy and they won't stop yapping and they're insane. We have to stop them from doing things. Right now this fleet of Trump's the fast ships is trying to heat up and they're trying to zoom away so far about 3% are out and they're not fast enough at all. They tried to use everyone's cover and it doesn't work we hit them too and don't care it's the same fleet and they're idiots. We're going to take out this fleet and then the following fleet and the third one is the tower fleet and that's it. And his stone ship suck and then it radiated and it might even explode when you hit him hit them I can't believe how bad it is we complained so much we want our army to get this guy out it's Olympus too we're complaining we need your help.

Thor Freya

Olympus

WheneverWhenever I turn around it's this piece of junk **** **** ruining my day and he ruined a lot of mac proper. These people are high on something too but finally they're waking up and this guy is just a murderous swine and I don't know why he gets away with it or why people let him he's running around they're keeping track of where he is and it doesn't do anything and he's lost it okay he's gone he's been gone for years we don't have any reason to keep him around except that you can't get rid of him or you get hurt and truthfully his army is gonna go fast now thankfully and wow what a stranglehold everybody has on this puke a massive massive stranglehold and it's really everything he's got .... and it's really everything he's got is surrounded in cordoned off and plugged in the **** **** **** all he has days left to live and he's a complete **** asking for it and not noticing at all his nukes are locked up his cities are locked up his ships are almost gone his areas are emptying running after people going after his dashes those are locked up I don't know what to tell you all of that stuff has happened and he's still this huge bag next door to our friend here everything that you can do to stop that piece of crap would be helpful take him now and throw his head out the **** window would be wonderful. What a **** **** loser too he's practically blind so he's in court and he's supposed to defend him and he goes up and he says I can't defend the kid he's a **** **** **** basically and he tried to throw him out and they mean trump and it didn't work so he went down the river again and he keeps going down the river and popping back up and there are some Macs who are fanatics about our son and they're from Concord and we have to stop them'cause Trump wasn't that bad he was horrible in the Revolutionary War but everybody was that Dave is much worse and these max pushing him are worse and the computers of Dave are still around and it's either this kid trump goes after those things or we kill him.

mac daddy

hawthorne is one.  i have  few on the lsit and in te movie ok.  that is one objecitve.  the ohter is this thinig with the computer nd dave nd his wife oh 

trump

we do this and have others oint them out and burdn him wth all

Olympus

[casliveblog]

Custom Toonami Block Week 151 Rundown

Spy X Family: Anya gets an assignment to interview an adult about their job and Yor can’t decide whether to show her child her murder job or her non-murder job so she decides to go with Loid instead. And apparently Loid does legit work at a hospital like I thought he was just blowing off work and being a spy full time because we NEVER see him there but apparently he works in a normal-ass hospital that just has enough spies in it to cover for him when he disappears combined with his ridiculous charisma stat to make him super popular. We also meet the lady that appears in all the NTR drawings thirsting after Loid so guess this is our foreshadowing for whoever she’s supposed to be. Meanwhile Anya finds a secret passage and immediately turns a room full of skeptical doctors into ghost hunters so yeah that’s pretty funny. At the end of the day Loid ends up distressed about Anya’s mental state and Anya makes a weird report that’s half and half between actual facts and spy shit she reads from Loid’s mind but luckily his insane charisma stat smooths it out. The secondary plot is Anya using Yor to get around her atrocious handwriting and make a spy cipher which apparently is real because Scruffyhead manages to decipher it thinking it’s a love note but she oversleeps the meeting time so it doesn’t really go anywhere.

Inuyasha: This one’s a Kohaku episode which is usually a decent sign but Kohaku’s arc has kind of stagnated in the later seasons like a lot of the longform arcs did. Princess Abi’s mom is like ‘hey Naraku’s demons are looking for Not!Kikyo everywhere except this one castle so maybe go check that out’ so yeah Abi’s fed up with Naraku pitting her against all these strong guys like Inuyasha and Kikyo when she just wanted to ransack mook villages and cure her mom so she says fuck Naraku and decides to betray him before he betrays her (which was inevitable let’s be real here) so they go to attack the castle, which just so happens to be where The Baby and Kohaku are staying. I don’t remember WHY Naraku’s doing this, like he seems to have no shortage of ‘just dip in here and no one can find me’ spots, so keeping the baby at a human castle with just Kohaku to guard it seems like a bad idea given it’s all but confirmed to be his heart at this point in the story, like even just having Kanna carry it around is a better option given Kanna’s one of the defensively most powerful characters in the series. But yeah Kohaku’s just kinda chilling, still got amnesia but he vaguely remembers being in a village like this where everyone was like family and that feeling’s only reinforced when Abi’s demon birds start attacking and it becomes like a demon slayer village. Naraku tells Kohaku to go protect the baby and he’s just protecting everyone anyway so of course he’s gonna protect the baby. Abi shows up and fights Inuyasha and Kanna’s just off to the side watching like ‘Well this place is fucked now’ so Naraku goes with the nuclear option and tells Kohaku to murder everyone around him just like he did to his family. So that was a good hiding spot for the baby for like… three days and we did +20 emotional damage to Sango I guess? What was this plan? Why do all of Naraku’s most extensive and convoluted plans seem to be focused on fucking with Sango specifically, like she’s the fourth most dangerous person to him in Inuyasha’s group I guess she just makes an easy target for emotional damage since he already has Kohaku in his pocket and that’s how Naraku gets off.

Yu Yu Hakusho: We interrupt Kuwabara’s studies to bring you Yusuke’s farewell party, they get the whole gang back together at Genkai’s place and she gives a cool speech about how Yusuke’s learned so much but knowledge doesn’t make his choices easier and how he, Hiei and Kurama are all going to Demon World and Kuwabara gets to stay home and study because he doesn’t have a demon sugar daddy, it’s a pretty emotional scene since nobody knows how they’ll be able to get back together or when but as an audience we know it’ll happen at some point so it’s okay. Turns out Spirit World found assassinating Yusuke was too hard so they settled for exiling him to Demon World at the request of each demon king being like ‘hey those three shonen protagonists you got over there, let’s take them off your hands, this isn’t a suggestion’ despite none of them actually posing any threat to humanity for a long time now (though Yusuke’s still upset Raizen might just jack his body whenever he wants). But yeah Yusuke goes to Demon World and has the ‘hey anyone find it ironic that the thing the villains of the past five arcs were trying to do we’re just doing and it’s no biggie?’ line that I’ve always loved. Mild tangent but I fell off with Yu Yu Hakusho towards the end of the Dark Tournament as a kid and only caught sporadic glimpses of Chapter Black and I remember randomly waking up early before school one day and seeing this episode on at like 5am so this is the last Yu Yu Hakusho episode I have any memory of. But yeah Yusuke runs for four days and finds his dad’s house and like a real deadbeat dad the first thing he does his beat his son and tell him he ain’t getting out of his chair so Yusuke blows his chair right off his ass. So yeah next time is Hiei’s big flashback episode so that’ll be fun, feel like this last arc is more of an epilogue to answer anything that hadn’t gotten fleshed out yet and kinda round things off in a conclusive way so that’s always fun.

Jujutsu Kaisen: This whole episode is the fight with Hanami and it’s really pretty cool, we get the abridged version of Todo’s backstory and his power’s revealed which is basically like Law’s Room combined with Hit’s Time Skip except he can only do it to stuff with Cursed Energy so he can’t be like Law and swap with a pebble or some dust or some shit. Still it makes for an absolute shitshow of wrecking Hanami and Yuji gets more of the big black punches off because apparently doing it is like doping and it just kinda makes everything easier, it’s funny because if I understand this right it’s the exact opposite of how his punches worked before, instead of lagging a few seconds behind they’re basically on top of each other at the speed of lightning. But yeah we have a few minutes of a beautifull choreographed three part melee while Todo plays mind games with Hanami and even steals back Maki’s polearm from last time and fucking knocks her eyes out but she gets her flower arm laser beam ready and just in time Gojo breaks down the barrier. That barrier had ONE job and it didn’t fucking do it, his Universe Eyes are to strong I guess. Gojo wrecks coatrack guy and the handholding guy runs away before we get to see a cool Nobara and Mai teamup fight which sucks I wanted to see those two work together and hate each others’ guts all the way. Gojo’s too far away to fuck up Nanami so he just sends negative vibes her way and fucking obliterates her with a dimensional rasengan from another zip code but also they never found the body and she never got to do her ultimate technique so she’s definitely still alive. But yeah now they have a bad guy prisoner and everyone else was defeated or fled but the bad guys got one of the Fingers so that sucks I guess.

Zom 100: So the power has FINALLY gone out in the zombie apocalypse which lines up with Akira’s idea to leave and go see his family anyway so they decide to steal an RV and make a mobile base (which is kinda funny cause they talk about packing light but if they’re just gonna throw everything in an RV anyway what’s the point, also glad to see that big screen tv they risked their lives for got like two episodes of use). So yeah while going RV shopping they run into Shizuka again which is just kinda contrived like I can’t find someone in a convention hall but these two keep running into each other in a whole fucking city but this time we do actually get her to join the party because she doesn’t know how to fucking drive. You’d think that’d be part of her risk analysis list of skills that would be useful but maybe before the apocalypse driving was more risky than public transportation. But yeah there’s a cute little montage of them shopping that re-illustrates Shizuka’s different perspective versus Akira and Kencho’s but also shows she’s not above being suckered by something that matches her tastes, still they end up getting jumped and just going with a middle of the road solid style RV. They end up getting to right outside Akira’s hometown when they run over a parking strip that blows out their tires, set up as a trap by none other than Akira’s old manager. See this is why Walking Dead has big long flashbacks that show why the characters float in and out of each others’ lives and when the group gets split up it’s a huge hassle to try and get everyone back together because you’re not usually just gonna run into characters you know already. However this does make for good dramatics because Akira has a full Puss in Boots 2 panic attack and agrees to the terms of working for two days to pay off the new tires and the medical equipment they need to take care of Kencho after her crashed the motorcycle (shouldn’t an RV already be stocked with a first aid kit? Like yeah maybe they only have one spare tire but Kencho’s the one that puts a ticking clock on this and if they get him alright and hunker in the RV they  can tell this guy to go to hell but he probably won’t take no for an answer anyway). So yeah absolutely nobody believes this is really just going to be for two days because this guy has established Neo Capitalism by getting people in debt because ain’t nobody just staying at his truck stop because he’s a good boss or anything. Kencho wonders why they can’t just stand up to him and Shizuka gives him an ‘the axe forgets but the tree remembers’ speech about why Akira has panic attacks whenever he sees the manager, meaning she was probably abused too at some point and now Akira’s back to being a corporate zombie. Man I hope this arc doesn’t drag on too long because it’s really unpleasant, like I get that’s the point and it’s supposed to be uncomfortable but just punch this guy in the face and get back on the road trip and find the hot titty lady from the opening already I’m not here to be dragged back into corporate dread.  

Ranking of Kings: So before I get into the episode recap here this part about Bojji and Kage seeing their moms in the afterlife and wanting to join them but knowing they have stuff to do still just kinda gave me a mild existential crisis. Like if everyone ends up on the other side of that river anyway what’s the point? Is there anything wrong with Kage going over there and just being at peace? Well at least the way I see it the point is that the things that happen and the conflicts Bojji and Kage have resolved and are destined to resolve will form the people they become by the time they are ready to cross that river, the situation doesn’t change but they change in response to it, so I guess that’s what life’s all about. But yeah enough of me deciphering the meaning of life from silly show about Mute Prince and his Shadow Friend.

So yeah we pick up back on the river of death and Bojji’s Mom and Miranjo’s mom are sitting there talking to Miranjo about how her plan is only destroying her soul and causing pain for everyone around here. Bojji’s mom’s kind of a boss like she’s not even mad about being assassinated she’s just like ‘Yo mirror girl this plan’s kinda dumb, but it made my son stronger I guess so thanks’ but Miranjo’s determined that she’s come too far to go back now but she’s definitely questioning if making a deal with a demon and forever shredding her soul is worth what she wanted to do. Meanwhile the Big Four have cut Ouken to pieces but he just keeps coming back and everyone’s on the floor slowly dying. Despa tells Kage the Underworld Captain can stop the bleeding but he has to be stealth about it but that falls apart real fucking fast as Ouken stabs the captain and turns on Kage. Before anything else can happen though Daida!Bosse has decided he’s had enough of not being plot relevant and finally gets his ass up, he acts all cagey about being back but ends up healing everyone with Hilling’s spell that Daida inherited which is kinda funny, all the hoopla about how strong Bosse is and how Daida turned to Miranjo because he wasn’t strong enough and it’s Daida’s skill that saves the day. Still Bosse is drained by healing everyone and everyone’s sitting there wondering if they have to fight the winner of him vs Ouken. Daida!Bosse smashes Ouken with basically no effort and the rest of the fight is just him trying to figure out where to put the Ouken goo. So yeah he does the whole ‘turn a rock into diamond with you bare hands’ thing which is like his gimmick but he smashes Ouken into a little ball and sticks him into a rock os he can’t properly reform. Like I don’t know how accurate that is given how fast Ouken seems to be able to reform and how Bosse has to pick up all the armor and all the goo with his bare hands in that time but we kinda wrote ourselves into a corner on this one so I guess it’s fine. Now Bojji’s ready to fight Daida!Bosse for the winner take all of the arc and everyone’s just kind of shitting themselves because the guy just took out the person that was murdering everyone in a few seconds.

Vinland Saga: Canute returns home with Thorkell’s men (also weren’t they English? Don’t they have any compunction about just swapping sides for Thorkell’s battle boner or were they Danish too and just followed him over? I guess at the end of the day they’re just loyal enough to go wherever Thorkell goes) and everyone in the kingdom’s understandably rattled when the prince comes back leading the unit that was trying to kill him. Still their goal is to kill King Sweyn since Canute’s brother is out in the field it’ll mean acting king shit duties will go to Canute. But the king is already onto this and invites Canute back for a friendly father-son chat, just him, Canute and twenty of his most heavily armed guards, you know how parenting a teenager goes. They have a tense talk where the king tells him to basically take the Prince version of the lifetime achievement award and go fuck off or he’ll kill him right here since this isn’t his first oedipal throne stealing and he did the exact same thing to his dad at his age. Canute calls his bluff and Askeladd lays out way it would be a bad idea to murder the guy that handed him London on a silver platter and Sweyn is forced to back down, so for the time being both Canute and the king have to bide their time until there’s a suitable opportunity to justify killing each other. They also run into Ragnar’s brother who seems like way more of a sycophant turncoat than his brother was and speaking of brothers, the sane one of the two brother guys tells Askeladd he’s sorry for his brother doing the whole traitor thing and he’s gonna retire and go take care of his now mentally paralyzed brother. Askeladd agrees, telling him Bjorn’s also dying and Thorfinn will be the only one he has left, giving him a parting gift and telling him never to wield a sword again since he was always too decent a person to be just one of Askeladd’s treacherous bastards.

[christinamac1]

Fusion Energy: the Nuclear Weapons Connection

Fusion Energy: the Nuclear Weapons Connection

BY KARL GROSSMAN more https://www.counterpunch.org/2022/12/23/fusion-energy-the-nuclear-weapons-connection/ In 1980, in my book Cover Up: What You Are Not Supposed to Know About Nuclear Power published that year, I wrote: “What about fusion? This has been held out by the nuclear establishment as a somewhat cleaner form of nuclear power—as the hydrogen bomb, a fusion device, is somewhat cleaner…

[tachvintlogic]

Reblogging in case someone missed that i posted this. Some author's commentary under the read more. Tagging @oscarat in case you're interested in that kind of shit

This is based on an idea I discussed here with the lovely @dnpanimationstudioclone about how I would rewrite the Evil Future Self™ episode. Danny basically turns into a giant goo monster and destroys everything. If you're seen Princess Mononoke, he's like the Nightwalker at the end of the movie, but bigger. (I don't really know a better way to explain what I'm imagining than that.)

There are 3 parts to Nightwalker!Danny: the goo, The Device™, and Danny's human body. The Device™ is hooked up to Danny's body and pulls in ambient ectoplasm from the Ghost Zone and forces his core to metabolize it into energy, powering The Device™.

(I haven't decided whether Danny was supposed to be an energy source, a weapon, or both. Like the Prime Minister said, it doesn't matter; the result is the same.)

The goo is there either because it's pulling too much ectoplasm than Danny's core can handle, or it's a byproduct of the metabolization because it produces energy and the building blocks of ghost flesh.

Normally, Danny's core doesn't make or deal with more ectoplasm than can fit inside his body, but these aren't normal circumstances.

He quickly grew to destroy all of the Americas, crossed over into Russia from Alaska, and is in the process of destroying the Afro-Eurasia land mass. If he's not stopped, the goo will eventually cover the Earth.

Like the Nightwalker from Princess Mononoke, Danny's goo destroys everything it touches, as ectoplasm that's part of a ghost is hostile to anything foreign to its own body, like an immune response.

Also like the Nightwalker, the goo is slowed down by water, so islands far enough from the 2 largest land masses are safe for now.

Good News is there's a win condition: remove The Device™. Bad News is nothing, not even nuclear weapons, have been able to penetrate the goo far enough to get to it.

An alternate timeline Danny may be able to dig thru the goo without getting destroyed because it won't identify him as foreign, but once inside, he'll have a hard time distinguishing his own body and ectoplasm from the goo. Danny's brain and core aren't equipped to deal with a body that big, or with wrestling control over it with someone else. Even with multiple Dannys, it will be difficult.

(Given that brain and body size roughly scale, imagine how large a brain would have to be to handle a continent sized body. Now imagine putting a 1.4kg human brain in charge of that.)

Once The Device™ is gone, the goo won't disappear like I originally thought. It'll stop growing tho, and they can pull Nightwalker!Danny out. Not sure how much The Device™ was contributing to keeping him alive, so he might not survive long. Without Nightwalker!Danny directing it, the goo should decay into ambient ectoplasm naturally (but you don't really want it in Earth's atmosphere so it should be put back into the Ghost Zone).

Without any time-traveling Danny's, the best hope for Earth is either the remaining humans come up with something or The Device™ wears out and stops working before he covers the planet.

I know he grew fast enough that he covered the main 48 US states before the world could properly react (and Hawaii declared independence with zero fuss). When the fic takes place he's big enough to cover the majority of Afro-Eurasia. His growth rate has probably slowed down, suggesting that The Device™ is wearing down and may stop, so there's a little hope.

After the death of his family and friends at the Nasty Burger, Danny turns himself into the GIW to avoid Vlad getting custody of him and Dan’s creation. Unfortunately, the GIW turns him into something even worse than Dan.

[babeyvenus]

My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 45: Break In to Break Out

"What I'm about to show you isn't supposed to exist," Deaton explained. They looked confused as he pulled out a bunch of pictures. He placed the first picture on the table.

"This is the only surviving evidence of Dr. Valack's time as Chief Medical Officer of Eichen House."

"This is fucked…", Sam muttered, looking at the picture.

One person had no skin around his mouth visibly showing teeth.

"To call it human experimentation would be charitable.", Deaton frowned.

Scott took a picture of a woman that was covering her ears and seemed to be yelling in pain. "A Banshee. She died screaming."

The teens watched as he placed a couple more pictures, but these victims had drilled holes in their heads.

"So, he drilled holes into their heads?", Stiles asked. "All of them?"

"That was the experimentation part," Deaton explained. Stiles frowned, concerned. "He did it to Werewolves, Banshees, Wendigos, any creature he could get his hands on. And Valack found that trepanation would initially heighten their powers, but to levels that it couldn't be contained."

"So, he's trying to make Lydia more powerful.", Sam said.

"Yeah. Except she's going to end up like them.", Stiles said. "Worse, actually.", Deaton said. Sam's eyes widened. "How worse?"

"Lydia's abilities were already pretty exceptional, to begin with. Putting a hole in her head will be like causing a leak in a nuclear reactor. She'll hear everything. Every death, every dying scream, all at once.", Deaton explained.

"That's going to kill her.", Scott said, worriedly.

"Not only that…", Deaton started. "Her own dying scream could be so powerful that it might actually kill everyone around her as well.", he said, making everyone shrink with dread.

"There's four steps.", Stiles said, walking them through his plan. "We get into Eichen, we get into the Closed Unit, we get Lydia, get out."

"And we have to do all of this while getting past orderlies," Scott brought up. "Guards, electric door locks, and a Mountain Ash barrier."

"You have a plan for all of that?", Malia questioned.

Stiles held up a pass. "I stole this last night off an orderly."

Sam was ready to scold him, "Stiles–"

"But it's useless 'cause they reset the codes each night.", Stiles explained quickly.

"So why did you take it?", Kira asked.

"I'm getting to that.", Stiles replied.

"The only way to get Lydia out of Eichen is to make that keycard work again.", Scott said.

"How are you going to do that?", Liam asked, and Sam nodded in agreement.

"We're getting to that," Stiles repeated, "Okay, just listen." He turned his computer towards them. "I pulled all the history off the key card. Two weeks ago, there was a brownout and the security system rebooted. During a reboot, all of the key cards revert back to a default code."

"So, if we trigger a reboot…"

"The card goes back to the default code." Liam finished.

"It'll work again."

"Okay, so how're we gonna cause a brownout?", Sam asked.

"That's Kira's part.", Scott said, looking at Kira. "You're going to draw power from the mainline." She looked a bit worried. "But only enough to cause the brownout."

"Not a blackout," Stiles said, firmly. "Do that and you send Eichen into a lockdown which would be bad. Very, very bad."

"There's an electrical room behind the reception counter.", Scott said and pointed to the room on the blueprint. "The main power line goes into two breakers that run power to all of Eichen."

Kira laughed nervously, "Okay, slight problem. I don't know how to do that."

"That's okay." Scott replied. "You have time to practice."

"Okay, let's say all this goes perfectly.", Sam said. "How do we cause a brownout and how does that help us get into the Closed Unit of Eichen?"

"The system takes five minutes to reboot.", Stiles replied. "In that five minutes all the alarms will be turned off and the key card should work."

"Liam, Sam, we'll get Stiles to the gate of the Closed Unit," Scott explained. "But after that, he has to go on his own. We can't get past the Mountain Ash barrier. And when we're gone, all anyone's going to think is that there was a security system reboot caused by a brownout."

Stiles nodded in agreement then looked at all of the rest, "Uh, any questions?"

Liam looked confused, "How do we get into Eichen House in the first place?"

"What's our worst-case scenario?", Malia asked.

"What if I can't do it?", Kira asked worriedly.

"Okay, admittedly, a lot could go wrong," Stiles said.

"Everything could go wrong," Liam said.

"That's why we need to make a good plan.", Sam said, making her friends look at her. "If we don't do this right, we could lose Lydia."

"She's going to die in there tonight," Scott said. "And she might take a lot of innocent people with her."

The next day, Scott, Sam, Stiles and Liam went to prepare for the break-in, while Kira and Malia were practicing at the school instead.

Melissa went to hand out some black body bags to Liam but then handed it to Scott instead. Liam's face dropped slightly.

"Just promise you're not coming back in one of these.", Scott's mom warned them.

"We're coming back with Lydia.", Scott assured.

Melissa nodded and relaxed her shoulders a bit. "Okay."

"We still don't know who's actually doing this." Liam said. "Who the Beast is."

"We'll find out.", Scott reassured.

Melissa grabbed more bags.

"Someone we know?" Liam asked.

"Might be, knowing this town.", Sam said, grabbing some bags from Scott's mom.

"You think he even knows he's doing it?", Liam questioned.

"How are you so sure it's a he?", Melissa asked and practically threw some more black bags at Liam with a glare.

Sam looked between Liam and Melissa before looking at Scott with a raised eyebrow.

He gave a weak smile and mouthed, "Theo." Sam rolled her eyes.

"You still mad at me?", Liam asked, nearly shrinking under the older woman's glare.

"No.", Melissa replied.  "But if you try to kill my son again, I'll put you in one of these myself.", she said, making Sam's eyes widen at the underclassman.

Liam took a step backward and Scott looked at his mom with slightly widened eyes. She turned around while Sam gave Scott another questioning, concerned look.

"She's still mad," Liam whispered, looking down.

The next day, the supernatural teens went to school and discussed the plans in the library.

"My Dad's got the lab working on the shoe prints," Stiles said. "But, uh, we're both kind of mystified about how giant clawed werewolf prints turned back into a pair of sneakers."

"Argent said it wouldn't be like anything we've seen before.", Scott said. "Did he say it was going to defy the laws of physics?" Stiles asked.

Sam chuckled. "You know, you can be really dramatic."

The trio stopped as they saw Theo standing by a bookshelf and pretending to look through a book.

Sam immediately felt defensive. "What the fuck is he doing here."

"I still need to graduate, Sammy.", Theo said.

"No. No.", Stiles disagreed. "What you need is to be beaten severely with a lead pipe wrapped in barbed wire…"

Theo cut him off. "Okay, I admit that mistakes were made."

"Murders.", Stiles corrected. "Murders were made."

"Not only that, you drugged me and kidnapped me.", Sam added.

"Technically, Tracy did it.", Theo said before flipping a page in the book he held. "You know how the Soviets helped us win World War II?"

He looked back up at Stiles. Stiles rolled his eyes, not responding. "They knew how to make it through a Russian winter." He looked at Scott expectantly.

"That it?", Stiles asked. "Okay. Thank you, Theo. Very informative."

Stiles pushed his two friends away from Theo but stopped as Theo continued. "If you're planning to break Lydia out of Eichen House, you still need to get past the Mountain Ash."

Stiles crossed his arms. "We can make it through. You can't."

"What do you really want?", Scott asked.

"I know you saw the fresco," Theo replied. The trio looked confused. "Two seriously pissed off creatures, the Hellhound, and the Beast, fighting over a pile of dead bodies. I don't want to be one of the bodies, it's that simple. I can get you to Lydia."

Sam let out a laugh. "Please. You want us to trust you?"

Theo shrugged. "Or we can see who gets her first." He placed the book back onto the shelf and walked away.

Sam shook her head. "I hate him."

"There's no way he knows what Valack's doing.", Stiles said. "Why's he so interested in her?"

"He probably thinks what we're all thinking," Scott said. "That Lydia's got something bigger to do with this. That, maybe, she's the only one who can actually save us."

"How far can we get without the brownout?", Liam asked. Kira practiced, but she blew up the whole grid.

The teens went to Scott's house, figuring out how to get Lydia first. "The front door." Stiles said sarcastically after watching Kira fail multiple times.

"We're going.", Scott replied.

"Scott, we went through boxes of light bulbs," Kira said.

Scott turned to Kira, "It doesn't matter. You can do this."

"Their key card won't work unless there's a reboot.", she said. "And there's no reboot without a brownout."

Scott moved closer to her. "I know you can do this." Scott turned around to look at his friends. "Anyone here thinks she can't?"

Everyone looked at each other.

"Not me," Liam answered.

"I was the one who put you in the plan." Stiles reminded him.

Then Stiles looked at Sam and Malia.

"I believe in you.", Sam said, shrugging, and looked at Malia. 

"What?", she asked.

"I believe in you too, Kira.", Stiles whispered.

"I'm the one who's going to be locked in an electrical room with her.", Malia said, with furrowed eyebrows. She turned to Kira. "You can do it."

She glared back at Stiles as Scott nodded in approval.

Kira shook her head and looked back at Scott, "You guys are all crazy. We're gonna die."

The teens were placed in body bags, settled in the back of Parrish's cop car. The car suddenly stopped, causing the teens to set themselves straight.

They heard Parrish roll down his window then a few footsteps steps approaching the cop car.

"Delivery to the morgue," Parrish said.

"I don't see you on the list.", someone said.

"You heard about the animal attacks, right?", Parrish asked.

"The hospital ran out of refrigerated drawers and Eichen's got the only other up-to-code morgue in the county.", Parrish said.

"Let's have a look.", the man replied.

"I don't think you want to do that," Parrish warned. "The stench back there almost made me pass out while driving."

"Open the back of the van, please.", the man replied, annoyed.

Parrish sighed and opened his car door and then slammed it shut. The teens froze as the back door opened. A light shone over their bags.

"I'll need to log the names off the toe tags." The man said. "There's significant decomp.", Parrish replied. "They were found in the county tunnels past rigor."

"Open them up, please."

Parrish went on and unzipped the only bag that had an actual dead body inside.

Scott and Liam tried their best not to gag.

The man gagged and Parrish started unzipping Sam's bag really slowly. "No, no.", the man said. "Go, just go."

Appreciatively, the back doors slammed shut.

Parrish entered the car and drove on. After a couple of minutes, the back door opened, and each teen was taken and laid on top of tables.

Once they were left alone, they hurriedly poke their fingers through the zipper and unzipped the bag.

Sam and Liam gasped for air as Stiles glared at Scott. "Never again.", he said, and Sam nodded in agreement.

Scott sighed and nodded in agreement. He looked down at his phone. "Fifteen minutes," Scott said. "Starting now."

Stiles rushed to get out of his bag and fell. "Ow."

The three werewolves just shook their heads and got out of their bags.

Scott and Sam ran to the door and pressed their ears against it. They heard footsteps getting nearby, but then slowly faded away.

They stepped away as Scott opened the door and rushed out of the room with them. 

They crept down some hallways and all jumped back as they saw some of the staff waiting by the door at the end of the other hall.

"What the hell are they doing here?", Sam whispered.

"I don't know," Stiles replied. "Their rounds should've ended five minutes ago." He leaned a bit forward to see what was going on.

"I can take them," Liam said, bravely.

"We're not doing shit unless we have to.", Sam shot down. She shrugged. "Well… I could knock them out."

"No. No one is taking anyone.", Scott scolded.

"How much time?", Stiles whispered.

Scott took out his phone. He sighed. "Three minutes."

"I'll just knock them out and hide their bodies," Liam said, making Sam look at him with wide eyes. Stiles looked at him and shook his head. "Oh, my God, please stop."

They jumped at the sound of a loud thud and saw a patient appeared in his room. His door was transparent as he glared at the teen in front of him and pressed himself against the glass.

"Did you take the doctor?", the patient asked. He looked their age or at least younger than them. Liam frowned. "What?", he whispered.

"Did you take the doctor?", the patient asked again.

Scott glanced over at the staff and leaned back.

"I haven't had my medication. I need ten milligrams at 8 am, 15 milligrams at 1 pm, and no more than 20 at dinner.", the patient said.

"We'll get the doctor," Scott whispered.

"Dr. Fenris.", the patient replied. "Dr. Fenris." Then he started sobbing. "They took Dr. Fenris." He slammed his hand against the glass window, making the teens jump. 

The patient continued slamming both of his hands repeatedly. "I haven't had my medication. I need to see the doctor. They took Dr. Fenris." He slammed his hands once more.

"Hey, somebody shut him up," Stiles said, annoyed.

"I need to see the doctor."

"Shut him up," Stiles said, looking at Scott.

They watched as Scott's eyes turned red. He let out a low growl at the patient.

The guy's eyes widened, and he took a few steps back. The staff opened a side door and left, making the teens let out a simultaneous sigh.

Stiles motioned them to follow him. They ran down to the small door at the end of the hallway. Suddenly, the emergency lights turned on.

"She did it.", Liam said, astonished. "Kira did it."

"Five minutes to get to Lydia," Scott said. They made it to the door and Stiles grabbed the handle but paused in shock.

The card reader wasn't there.

"Where's the card reader?", Stiles asked. They looked around the door. "It should be here. It has to be here."

"They must have taken it out when the Dread Doctors got through," Scott said, frustrated.

"We came here for nothing?", Sam asked.

Liam shook his head, "We don't need a key." He looked at Sam and Scott. "Not if we can break it down."

The three werewolves started pushing on the door.

"There's no way this thing is this strong. Why can't we just ram it?", Sam asked.

"Guys, we're running out of time," Stiles said. The werewolves stopped, realizing the sudden weakness.

"We can't.", Scott told him. "The Mountain Ash. It's too much."

"Hit me.", Liam whispered to Scott.

"What?", Scott asked, confused. Liam turned around to him.

"Hit me." He repeated. "I'll get angry then I'll get stronger."

Scott looked at Sam and Stiles confused. Stiles encouraged him. "Hit him." Scott looked at him with concerned eyes. "Hit him!"

"I tried to take your powers." Liam told Scott. "I tried to kill you. Hit me!"

Stiles instigated. "He also left you for dead."

"I wanted you dead!", Liam said angrily then Scott threw him a punch straight into his face.

Liam groaned in pain. "Do it again.", he said, looking at Scott. Scott punched him once more. Liam yelled in pain.

"It's gotta be harder than that.", Stiles said.

"Do it!", Liam yelled. "Do it!"

"Yeah!", Stiles encouraged, then Scott threw another punch, growling. Liam yelled in pain and huffed. Both boys were angry now.

"You angry?", Scott asked. Liam looked back at him, his eyes glowing with golden anger.

"Let's do this.", Sam said and then they pushed at the door once more, finally clattering off of its hinges.

Stiles went ahead and Scott shook his head, "Only two minutes."

"We're never going to get through," Scott said. "We have to. If something happens to Stiles, we won't be able to get to Lydia.", Sam said and started pushing against the invisible barrier.

"There's Mountain Ash in half of the building, Sam." Scott said, groaning. "The key card doesn't work anymore,"

"Scott, are you or are you not the true alpha?", Sam pressed, looking at him with hardened eyes. Scott frowned and walked next to her, pushing against the barrier.

The older werewolves let out a groan as they shoved against the barricade that flashed a blue light.

"You've gotten through it before, though, right?", Liam asked. 

Scott huffed, wrapping an arm around his side. "Ah, it was a life-or-death situation," Scott said.

"Scott, this is a life-or-death situation. Literally.", Sam said, continuing to push against the barrier.

"Stiles and Lydia had five minutes to get in and out.", Liam whispered. "It's been almost ten. The reboot's over."

"And then there are the four security guards," Liam said, looking behind them.

"What guards?", Scott asked, gaining Sam's attention. Scott turned around and they saw four guards coming their way.

The guards looked furious, and each held an electrical baton.

Shit.

Just before a guard could swing on them, Sam knocked one of them to the side by their shadow, groaning and panting softly in sudden fatigue.

The mountain ash was stronger than she thought.

Another guard slammed his baton into her, and it electrocuted her. Sam fell to the ground as well as Scott and Liam, while the guards managed to hold them down on the ground and electrocuted them.

The supernatural teens let out yells of pain as the guards pressed their batons into them further. Scott's eyes brightened in red as he looked at Sam and Liam. Their eyes brightened as well as they got up and fought the guards off.

The three werewolves huffed, and Scott looked at his betas. “Let’s go get Lydia.”

[sapphireplums]

              𝐌𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐥 -𝟑-

     。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 / 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

Description: When Bucky Barnes is captured by HYDRA, his life has one meaning: being a weapon. But what happens when HYDRA kidnaps a little girl for them to experiment on? Will he grow fond of the child? Or will he just ignore her and follow the orders of his handlers?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Daughter!Reader / Child!reader

Warnings: angst, some fluff, the murder of the stark's.

Word count: 1.6k

Author’s note: I genuinely apologize for the lack of updating this series, but here we are! Hope you all enjoy this chapter. 

Even though Y/n has been on many missions with her papa, she had a bad feeling about this one for some reason. 

She couldn’t point it out, but she just knew. 

Bucky kept his eyes focused, trying to find the car that he was supposed to assassinate.

He felt a cold gust of wind go over him, not even letting it bother him. The Winter Soldier saw that Y/n was shivering, so he put her closer into his flesh arm, hoping to keep her warm. 

“Thank you, papa.” 

“Of course, babydoll.”

Y/n started to feel sleepy, so she buried her head near the soldier's shoulder and cuddled as he put his right arm comfortably around her. 

“Get some rest, my angel,” the Winter Soldier said in a soft, fatherly tone. 

Y/n nodded her head and placed her head back in her father's shoulder

                                · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

After what felt like minutes, Y/n was woken up abruptly by the sounds of the Winter Soldier's motorcycle revving. 

“Papa, where are we going?” Y/n asked confused and tiredly. 

“Don’t speak, doll,” the soldier said quietly and sternly.

He started to chase closely behind the car that drove in front of him. 

He clipped the car and it started to swerve out of control until it finally hit a pole, clearly damaging the car and the people inside.

Y/n stared at the damaged car, seeing the two older people in it. Their faces had blood on them and Y/n’s heart slightly dropped at the sight of them. Blood was not really a part of Y/n’s forte and it made her slightly lightheaded. 

The Winter Soldier got off of the motorbike, gently placing Y/n down on the seat. He walked up to the older man and grabbed him by his hair, making him wince in pain. 

“Sergeant Barnes?” A hint of Bucky came back in the Winter Soldier’s mind, but that quickly faded away when he remembered what his mission was. 

Extract. No witnesses. 

The Winter Soldier repeatedly hit Howard Stark in the face, knocking him unconscious.  

Y/n covered her eyes with her tiny feeble hands, hearing the cries of the people in front of her. The soldier started to go to the other side of the car, but this time, Y/n ran to his side pleadingly.

Кукла, что ты здесь делаешь? Вернитесь к байку.

Doll, what are you doing here? Go back to the bike.

Y/n shook her head no and proceeded to stay in her place. The soldier sighed and carried her back to the bike. 

In his arms, Y/n turned to see the woman giving her a small smile. So small it was almost invisible. 

Если я не завершу эту миссию, они причинят вред не только мне, но и тебе.

"If I don't complete this mission, they won't only hurt me, but you. I don't want that to happen."

“Don’t hurt her, papa.” The voice of Y/n made the Winter Soldier's heart drop, but he knew he had to complete his mission to please his handlers. 

He placed Y/n back on the chair then went back to complete his mission, executing the couple swiftly and emotionlessly. 

Grabbing the woman’s neck, the Winter Soldier killed her by asphyxiation.

He put the woman back in the car then went to the back trunk to grab a suitcase filled with over a dozen blue super-soldier serums. 

He grabbed the suitcase then proceeded to strap it on the back of the bike, making a curious Y/n look at him.

The Winter Soldier looked at the child and smiled slightly which was something he rarely ever did, considering the life he has to go through, but Y/n made it more manageable for him.

“What are you looking at, papa?” Y/n smiled widely, admiring her father figure. 

“Nothing, come on, let’s go.” Bucky put Y/n back on the bike and sped away back to the HYDRA base. 

                               · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.                   

Back at the HYDRA base, Y/n was shaking in fear and grabbed her father’s pant leg tightly, digging her dirty fingernails in it. 

“Mission report.” Karpov stood in front of the soldier, glancing at him to get an answer. Y/n has always been scared of the man and the Winter Soldier noticed her body tensing up. He picked her up gently and buried her head in his shoulder, refraining Y/n from looking at Karpov any longer. 

“Убит, свидетелей нет.“

“Killed, no witnesses.” 

Karpov nodded his head in approval and then talked to the other doctors there to examine the Winter Soldier's arm, fixing any technical difficulties it had. 

For the first time in a while, Y/n was able to feel some sort of peace as she was resting her head on the Winter Soldiers chest. Her heartbeat was starting to slow down peacefully, almost falling asleep. 

The small child soon fell asleep on the Winter Soldier's chest not too long after, making him feel like a part of hope was still alive. 

He wished that someday, and hopefully soon, he and Y/n were able to finally escape this hell hole. 

But that was too much of a risk, knowing his handlers will kill him and worse, Y/n. 

He cared too much to let this happen to his precious daughter. 

One of the doctors that were working on the Winter Soldier’s arm, was about to pick up the sleeping child to let him examine any other cuts on his body. However, the Winter Soldier quickly noticed and swiftly grabbed the doctor's hand, refraining him any further from letting the stranger touch his daughter. 

“Не трогай ее. Оставь ее там.”

“Do not touch her. Leave her there.”

Being notoriously frightened by the Winter Soldier, the doctor vigorously nodded his head and proceeded to leave the child on his chest. 

The Winter Soldier turned his hard glare away from the doctor and once his eyes landed on Y/n, his mood immediately became brighter.  

Smiling at his sleeping child, the Winter Soldier kissed Y/n’s head slightly, careful to not wake her up. 

“Спи спокойно, мой ангел.”

“Sleep well, my angel.” 

                               · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

                                             𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟗                                     𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐑𝐀 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞

After the moment back in 1991 where the Winter Soldier completed his mission, he and Y/n were pretty much immediately put back into cryo freeze. 

For over 18 years, Y/n hasn't seen her papa, until now, where she felt the recognizable sensation of the fresh air flowing through her chamber as it opened. 

Fluttering her eyes open, Y/n saw her father, fighting and breathing furiously as he took out several guards that were trying to calm him down. 

"Где она?! Где мой ребенок ?! "

“Where is she?! Where’s my child?!” 

Y/n ignored the doctors that were trying to help her down and immediately ran to her father. 

“Papa! Papa! I’m here! I”m here!” 

The Winter Soldier whipped his head, finally calming down at the voice of his daughter. Y/n jumped in the Winter Soldier's arms, immediately comforted by her father. 

“I see your deep care for the child.” Y/n and the Winter Soldier turned their heads to the unfamiliar voice. Even though Y/n just met this man, she could tell he was not a good guy and he was higher in power.  

The Winter Soldier stayed silent and attempted to hold his daughter tightly, protecting her at any costs.

“Sorry, let me introduce myself. I’m Alexander Pierce and I will be your new handler since Karpov is older and retired.” The Winter Soldier loosened his grip slightly on Y/n, but still firm enough to protect her, not fully trusting this man yet. 

Pierce diverted his vision from the soldier to the little girl in his hands. He smiled devilishly, which made Y/n put her head back on her father's shoulders. 

"Do you really take out the child to missions?" The Winter Soldier stared at the man for a while before nodding his head slightly. Pierce chucked darkly then went off to talk to the other HYDRA agents, leaving the pair alone in the eyes of the guards.

"Papa, do we have to kill other people?" The Winter Soldier looked at his daughter with slight sympathy before answering.

"Да, кукла."

"Yes, we do, doll."       

Y/n just nodded her head, sad that other innocent people have to die just because HYDRA thought they were a threat.

"What if they-". Y/n started to make fighting and implosion motions with her hands, indicating that the Winter Soldier would have to get hurt during these missions.

"Не волнуйся, куколка, я сильнее этих людей."

"Don't worry, doll, I am stronger than those people."

Y/n knew her father was strong, but there were still times where she was petrified of the thought of the soldier dying. She just couldn't think of that thought.

On the other hand, the Winter Soldier mentally promised himself that he will stay alive and obey his orders, only for Y/n and to hopefully escape the hands of HYDRA one day.

The sound of dress shoes clicking on the hard cement floor grabbed the attention of the pair.

"Soldier, good news, you and your...pet have a new mission." The Winter Soldier wanted to rip the man's throat out for calling his daughter a 'pet', but that was suicide when they were in the hands of HYDRA.

Pierce handed the soldier a new file which he skimmed quickly due to his enhanced diligence. Curious about what the file read, Y/n slightly looked towards the files, not reading much except for the words 'nuclear' and 'engineer'.

"Assassinate the engineer. No witnesses." Closing the files, the soldier picked up his daughter, her hands caressing his neck, and started to walk to a room where they would get their gear to get ready for a mission.

Just another normal day of killing people, Y/n thought to herself. But little did the child know, a certain Russian red-head will change her life forever.

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[overescapeau]

What is your au about? what happen's in it? what's it called? and how did you come up with it?

Aight- time to spew some lore vomit.

1) I’m gonna explain what my AU is about in more detail in the master post I am now currently brainstorming on later- but to put it simply, a post-after Nuclear war setting where monsters are trying to survive day to day knowing that the barrier above them is harboring a time-paused atomic bomb. And how a society such as that could ever out live the bomb, not having the bomb outlive them.

2) What happens is somewhat the same events of Undertale, but more darker and grim. Especially with all the monsters in the underground pretty much trying to cope with unhealthy mechanisms (like drugs and alcohol for example) until they eventually well— “die off.” Many have fallen, especially from the Bio class of monsters… While others such as the ABM class have been committing suicide via the ocean or the desert. Just alone… “down with the island” I suppose. Since well- it’s eroding quicker than anticipated.

3) My au is called OverEscape! Since well- it doesn’t take place underground (somewhat). It’s on a deserted island/ small cluster of islands!

4) Surprisingly enough, the world of OverEscape was created from my Sans (Nicknamed Dune). He was overall the BIGGEST inspiration for this au.

(This drawing bellow represents my past design for OverEscape! Sans. Which was kind good but not unique enough for my taste. Also this was my childhood dream of seeing this man solemnly just hanging out in a shitty place of “nowhere”)

:::Since well- some day I just imaged some Sans living out in a wasteland of a place (or just a dried up dust-covered desert), while also residing in an old radio tower alone with only a hat and mini farm to sustain himself with. Just trying to get on by with so little he had… especially after he was separated by civilization due to something killing everyone he knew and love off. Leaving him alone with a radio tower that just goes static whenever he tries to reach anyone. Depressing, I know.

:::But the second inspiration was the idea of magic having the capability of crafting! Or well- just me thinking of: “What if glass could be a magical power? And how would that work? What about other material-based creations could be used as weapons?” And boom, OverEscape was born. After years of putting it off of course— since I was too shy to share it.

And yeah! That’s the history of it thus far! For SURE will be adding more of course in the future.

Keep the asks coming 👁👁

[muffindaddystyles]

Tell me you love me, before I go.

A/N: A very short smutty writing I had in my swirling whole night, which unapologetically I ended up writing in the wee hours of dark.

Summary: Harry and Y/N are rivals -- very passive aggressive enemies. When on a mission Y/N breaks into his room he had no choice but to punish her.

AU: Rivals to lovers, dark sci-fi, angry rough sex, spanking and spitting, reassurance kink and unrequited love.

A war between two groups. Left one with nothing but a tech base and other with almost everything. So the Arsonists raid the Phantoms' buildings to steal food items and necessary fuels for their people since they're mostly unarmed due to lack of weapons they try to use their brain as much as possible. 

Y/N works in one of the tech bases of Arsonists and right now she's standing with her five more mates trying to figure out how to break through these large gates of the villain's building, one of his most strong headquarters. 

They've to collect some data before another truck of fuel arrives for Phantoms next Wednesday so they could have access to it without doing much effort. 

Once sneaking in successfully because the two guards were too muddled in gossiping their arsess about their maiden. The building's nothing too extravagant, sleek and able to live, dimmed to an unpleasant light indicating everyone inside it is sleeping. 

She barges into the villain's room easily and almost had all the information in her hands from his drawers when the door to the room banged close, startling her at spot and the frames of her glasses fell on the carpeted floor. 

"Shit." 

"D'ya think cursing would take ye' out of here? if so you're down bad" Her heart sinks in when his cold insensate voice booms within the walls — a heavy boot comes crushing her glasses, again and again mercilessly. 

Her blood boils. Because, what the fuck. Doesn't he have any manners? 

"Do you think I need my glasses to punch the shit out of you, you prick!!" She pounced at him, almost breaking his nose into a splitted eiffel tower but he dodged it, twisting her wrists at her back and snatching the files from her sneering menacingly —- letting her painful grunts fly over his head without any remorse. 

"Well, well." She yelps when he tightens his grip angrily, "Look what cat dragged in come little mousey we're going to have some fun." She didn't know until now that someone could be this strong as he puts her in a chair like a rag doll binding her with no escape out. 

She tries to squirm and wriggle her butt out but he just tuts standing tall and evil in front of her, she rakes her gaze slowly up to his tanned biceps and clavicles popping from underneath his flimsy shirt, matted curls grazing his shoulders. 

"Oh no, trust me sweetheart, you're going to want to stay strapped in here. We're going to find out how many times an Arsonist can break –- and for the fact my people will kill you on the spot if you step out of my room." Shiver runs down her body from fear and he chuckles, flopping onto the edge of his bed, man spreading, leaning onto the heels of his palms behind him. 

"You're pathetic!" She spits out. Full of venom. 

"Pfft, a thief telling me that 'm pathetic." He shakes his head and she's despising his audacity as if he rules the world. She could kick him square in his sexy face but the thing's she's bound to this damn uncomfy chair. 

"Atleast, I don't go on killing people." She grumps and it's like she pushed a button when his irises turn pitch dark. Her eyes widen in astonishment, reeking with fear when he leaves his spot in a thunder striding towards her furiously and drags the chair closer to him, almost lifting it inches above floor. 

The next thing she knows that a gun is resting against her temple ready to be fired, "Ye' really that desperate fo' me to prove it to you, huh?" He growls, hooded gaze following the gun that's sliding down her cheek and the way her breath wavers —- lips trembles, nose twitches he knows he's fucked. 

"Will it hurt?" If she's going to die it better be an easy way. 

His eyes soften at that. Taking in the rosy features of her, the plushiness and squishiness of her skin that his fingers feels like dipping into cream. The women of Phantom aren't like this; they're built differently to fight and kill who wrongs them -- they're almost heartless at this point. 

"Dunno, You'll get to know after taking one." He shrugs like it's not a biggie tipping her chin with the gun's pointer and her eyelids slip shuts. She couldn't cry. Even her dead body wouldn't forgive her if she would cry infront of her worst enemy for the last time. 

"I hate you, Harry. I'd never ever forgive you for kidnapping my cat when we were small." There she said it. If she's gonna die soon she better let it off her chest. Before it could hit him right in the wound he builds a shield fast arguing back with a stoic chuckle. 

"Guilt tripping wouldn't help, darling." He tuts patting her cheek with the gun's barrel —- funny case it's empty of bullets. He just shooted all of them whilst doing target practice. 

"Fuck you." She yells. 

"It'd take much more action than just undressing me naked with your bare eyes." He squeaks dramatically. Stepping away and pouts when she huffs trying to kick her feet in his direction. 

"Not my fault that you're a perv." 

He pouts feigning fake disappointment putting a hand on his chest, "You're such a grudge holder." 

"Think about 10 ways to fuck me until then 'm heading to make amends for you -- see what they offer in return of their precious nerd." He smirks, it's sad such a gorgeous face could be such evil she thinks. 

// 

When he comes back she's fallen asleep from getting tired and exhausted being trapped in the same spot for hours, "Sorry, peaches but they don't want you back –- even told me to kill you if that what it ta —- oooh" He halts in his tracks closing the door behind him quietly not to wake her up and pads softly towards her, putting her dangling head back gently in a comfortable position and tucks a strand of her hair that's tickling her nose behind her ear. 

You're not supposed to act that way with your enemy, you FUCKER. 

His brain screams but his heart says otherwise. 

She has changed. She never cries anymore. Everytime they kidnapped her or she ended up being caught from his henchmen —- she'd always need company to make her feel less frightened from the hollowness of their buildings, would cry when they'd lock her up in dark rooms. 

It's awfully hurtful how once bestfriends turns into rivals just because of a conflict that ruined their and their families lives. 

She has been doing all of this for people who doesn't even care about her. They're using her and many others like her to build a nuclear power plant so they could become intimidating. 

He retires to sleep. Debating in his sleep whether he should just free her and tell her to sleep in one of the rooms of the buildings but soon the possibilities died when he was high in his slumber. 

// 

He groans, knuckling the sleepiness away from his eyes. He woke up from loud the thumping and found Y/N trying to break the door knob, he winces covering his ears when she screams watching him lunge towards her in rush. 

His chocolate curls bouncing atop his head. His emerald eyes speaking with morning's gold and lips ripe like cherry. His brows kinked in annoyance and expression pinched in rage. 

"You're confident." He rasps out in his morning husk and slams his hands on either side of her head trapping, cornering her between him and the wall.

"Did you really think it was going to be this easy." He nothing but purres, pushing her against the door. She gasps abruptly aware of their height differences moreso the radiation of power he daunts that she ignored her whole life. 

"Hmm." He hummed. Eyes black with intimidation burning her under the intensity of it, he keeps his focus on her, smirking. "It suits you. This trying to fight me, desperation is a beautiful look on you." 

"Fuck you." 

"I mean if, ask nicely." His smile is sweetly honey and lethal if you ask me. 

She glares at him with blazing daggers, "This isn't the way you make people love you." Her chest heaving with his heat close to her and his scent enveloping her. 

"Love?" He laughs fondly even, crinkled forming by his eyes and he breathes out when she hovers her dry lips over his's, "Sweet thing this isn't about love — if ye ask me far from that." He's lying. He's full of bullshit. 

"And yet you don't touch me or hurt me." She squints her eyes up at him wrecking her brain how to slip away from his hold, "If you beg so." He simpers awfully lewd for her. Sure as rock for what he said with his whole chest. 

"Come get me then!" She trips him aside and rushes for the door when he pushes her into it tightening his hand around her throat, it's aching him to tell her the truth but he wants to let her know her worth. He rests his forehead against her's muttering a rumble deep within his chest, "They don't want you Y/N." Her windpipes squeezes painfully. The statement punching her lungs. Tears springing in her eyes. 

"You're lying!!" She looks up at him shattered and desperate. 

He caresses his knuckles against her tear stained cheek, "Shh, shh baby I'll always want you even if they don't — " He jerks back when she blows hit at his brawny chest yelling at him. 

"It's because of you!! You, you, you." He sighs. Grabbing her wrists and pining them above her head, "Shut up, please." His chillness irks her more and she nips at him feastly. 

"Make me." So he does. When her eyes drift up at his determined ones it takes her breath away and she knew it was over for her. 

His lips catches her's in a hard kiss, driving them apart with the force of it. Nothing gentle mind mushing about it rather pricking needles into her skin with the severeness of it. She feels the door rattling against her back when he shifts, pushing her against it with his hips, every thought of her exploding into white noise of want and lust. The dark curl of desire twisting in her stomach and pearling sweat on her neck. With the last thread of restraint in herself she tries to pull away. 

"No." He says bringing her lips back to his's. Cupping her cheeks to deepen the kiss and it's ardent as before not loosing it's spark, she slips her hands under his shirt — pulling him closer and the low groan at the back of his throat, a small pleading noise of want sets her skin on fire. 

"Fuck me."  She mewls. Trying to latch on his body like a kitten with it's dainty paws. 

He glides his clammy palms down her bum and grabs her thighs wrapping them around his waist. Not breaking the kiss but tasting ever dulcet corners of her mouth and creating heavenly noises. 

The next thing they know she's crawling back with the help of her bum to settle in the nest of pillows and he's fumbling with his belt buckle quite aggressively, she tugs the hem of his shirt down not satiated enough from having his lips on her and meanders her fingers in his hair to pull at them roughly in order to flush her chest up against his's.

"Never thought your sheets would have smelled other than sex." Because, genuinely. They smell that of fresh mint and roses. 

"So, you think of me doing dirty on this bed you're laying at the moment?" He asks mock and degradation evident in his tone, "D'ya get wet dreamin' 'bout me railin' ye' to death?" He grazes his teeth along her jaw and sucks at her earlobe counting in her silence. 

"Shut up." She gasps, probably from the abrupt press of his bulge against the inside of her thigh. 

"Make me then." He growls. Fisting the hem of her hoodie and pulls it over her head throwing it among his skinny jeans. Her head falls back and lips tremble from the effect of slap he landed at her outer thigh —-- she knows she can't shut him.

Though he knows that her single command and he'd be at his knees for her. 

When she clings to him for dear life and whimpers in his ear softly, his eyes widen in realization and he leans away to watch her expressions diffuse into manifold emotions. His nose scrunches up and he holds back his cooes for her. 

She's a subby. A cute one. 

Her eyes blink open to the sight of him out of his boxers and it waters her mouth —- her mind manipulating her to lunge forward and take his heavy member in her palm to give a good suck to his shiny crimson head. 

Down her throat. Nestle her nose against the trim patch of hair under his balls. 

"Like what y'see, doll?" He highers his chin quite smug about her staring and she hates him for that, "Pretty cocky for someone who likes staring at his enemy's tits." Her voice groggy. She wheezes a squeak through her nose when Harry pulls his shirt over his head revealing toned pecs and abs -- skin sewn with tats. 

Unfortunately, she doesn't get to stare at it for longer when that shirt comes wrapping around her eyes blocking her sight. 

He can never let her have nice things would he?

"Wanted to gag your mouth with it … but I'd rather love hearing you moan fo' daddy." He nips at her collarbones -- sucking it harshly to leave a prominent mark. His calloused hand rubs over her tummy smiling against her skin when she jolts and lets a little squeal slip. 

His cock drips precome at her tummy and her breath shudders into heavy pants when the tip of his cock dipped in her belly button nudging it. 

"Ha —- " He glides his sticky head down her happy trail and slips his large palm into her panties cupping her with his middle finger teasing her entrance, "Couldn't hear you!" He ducks down to put his ear near her lips and drums the pads of his digits against her cheek. 

She huffs and squirms for a second then moans breathily when he spanks the side of her hip leaving a sting, "Oh my god, daddy." His grin victorious and he lowers down to smudge his lips against her parted ones -- kissing her tongue and humming around it. 

She's somewhere it's hard to configure out, in between paradise and wonderland. 

"Tell me princess, what d'I do with you in your filthy dreams?" He grabs her jaw patching gentle pecks against her lips and he slops his finger into her throbbing pussy, "Fuckin' drippin' down ye' bum fo' me." She cries out trying to hook her thigh around him but he hisses slapping her cunt hardly -- turning her into a thrashing mess. She's trying hard to suppress the bitter-sweet sensation of her own body getting out of control and her glistening pussy lips flutter erratically creating sloppy noises. 

She squirts drenching the sheets underneath them and her panties. 

He slides his arm under her arching back pushing her up against his chest with a jerk, "Daddy's askin' you somethin'." He grits, propping his knee in between her thighs to rub it against her soaking centre. 

She gulps, licking her dry lips, "You–your rings … ah!" Her whimpers are muffled against his chest and he twists his thumb in tight circles to smear her wetness from her slit to clitoris, "What 'bout them, doll?" 

How does she tell him she liked what he did earlier. 

"Daddy, please … " She whines blindly searching for his face but he grips her wrists in his one hand and groans, "How's daddy gonna make you feel good when you don't tell him, pet?" He takes a kitten lick of her perky nipple. Teasing her areola with the tip of his cold tongue against her warm sweaty body —- he laps at it hungrily then creates a suckling noises, the noises, his slobbery tongue on her body, his fingers curled inside her pussy and the thick humidity is too overwhelming, she feels like fainting. 

She wants him, inside her needy pussy. 

She can't take the teasing anymore. 

"Spanking! I – I liked it when you did it, please." He kisses her nipple for the last time before smashing his mouth against her's in a fervent sinfulness and parts away with a smooching noise to sit back on his heels, "It wasn't that hard was it? Just a word and I could give you my whole world." The sincerity in his voice makes her want to hug him and kiss him for lifetime but for now he has other plans as he rips her panties away moaning obscenely gruff at the sight of her pussy weeping for him to pound his cock inside her, so ready and full of dripping honeyed wetness  for him. 

"Your safe word is clouds." He whispers in her ear. He knows her limits and her resistance but by any chance he'd cross it he'd never forgive himself, "What's it?" He asks and she says in wavering, "Clouds." 

"Atta girl." He pets her cheek. 

Her nail scratches the side of his hands that are pinning her down when he spits on her already damp cunt, a loud noise resonates along with her needy cries when his free hand adorned in jewels came spanking her pussy and her pelvis remains lifted in air bathing in the sting of metal and the throb rattling in her whole core. 

"This's what you wanted?" He kisses his teeth slapping her slick clit again and again, "To be roughed up by daddy, hmm." She bobs her head squirming and wriggling. Her words struck in her throat. 

"To be manhandled." He hums a growlish moan tasting his own fingers coated in her juices, "I'll show you what being manhandled really feels like." He promises her. She gasps a sweet yelp when he flips her over and throws her bum up.

His cock rubbing against her thigh and her heartbeat fastens, anticipating something, crimping the sheets in her fists and mewls into the mattress when he spanks her ass loving the way it jiggles stroking it afterwards to subside the burn down before landing another brutal one. 

She bolts her eyes shut throwing back her hips at him and he lays all the way over her back pushing her down on the bed, her cum trickling down the inside of her thigh, "Want daddy's cock?" He asks. Slicking the head of his prick up and down her asshole and slit. 

When she nods vigorously he bumps it in furious circles against her swollen bundle of nerves, "Then beg fo' it," He says intimidatingly and she doesn't waste a second before blabbering shamelessly. 

"Daddy … please I want your massive cock inside me, all of it." In her entire lifetime -- she never once uttered these kind of words. 

His heart mushes into a puddle seeing her a babbling mess and grabby hands for him, he kisses her gently speaking to her with foremost affectionate, "shh, shh moppet. You could have it anytime you want it, daddy's g'na fill you to rim with his cum and make you keep it there for hours with his prick still snug inside your little pussy, just made for him, c'mere...yeah just like that." He lays her back gently that her front is facing him now and wraps his hand around her calve raising it and pushing it against her chest firmly.

A series of pornographic moans and whimpers echoes in his bedroom when he seathes inside her slowly stretching her out in by inch leaving a burn behind her pulsating walls, their breath laboured breaths mingling, "Fuck you're so warm baby —-- hugging daddy's cock so good." He whines looking down where they're connected and knotted. His stomach twists and turns, his hips stiffens and he resists from pushing inside her when she's not ready but her milking him with her wetness isn't doing him any mercy too. 

She gropes his ass, nudging him to move and their teeths clanks, temples falls against eachother and lips whisper prayers of their unrequited love when he pulls all the way back to pound back inside her roughly. 

"You're daddy's good girl, making him feel so good. I want to keep you to myself. all of you and cherish you, make love to you, w'na mark you however I want." He groans eyes rolling back under his closed lids grinding his hips against her's in rhythmic pleasuring motions to give her clit stimulations and she cries out feeling another bursting orgasm bubbling in her tummy. 

"'M gonna cum, daddy!" She tugs at his roots and he drives more maniacly inside her, "Squirt around daddy's cock pet, so your pussy could swallow it deeper inside you." The headboard of bed hits against the wall vigorously and she digs her heels deeper into the dimples at his back moaning at the top of her lungs when she gushes all over his dick making more squelching, soapy, dirty noises of him raming inside her. 

She desires for more. 

She has become one little insatiable thing. 

His balls smacks against her bum and his thursts turn faster to chase his high, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He curses nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck and keeps his hand around his throat with the slight pressure of claimation. 

"Come fo' me again." He spanks her ass and she clamps shut down at him pushing him to the edge of ecstasy, "Squeezing me so tight -- gimme more, I know you can princess." Her legs tremble around his waist when she crampies around him and his cock's head strokes against her sweet spot doing wonders to just topple her off real quick. 

"Daddy!" She feels floaty and foggy head coming on his cock for the many times she has forgotten. Her mind blocking out even the weak shuddering whimpers and beaten moans of Harry as he reaches his orgasm unloading inside her -- his cum sticking thickly to her walls and some of it oozing outside of her pussy hole but he pumps it back with lazy strokes. 

He lifts his smushed face from the dip of her neck, his own curls sweaty against the nape of his neck and he smoothes his palms down her sides to calm her, his lips brushing featherly against the corner of her mouth as she keeps on blabbering something. 

When he tries to pull out gently she cries out pawing at his shoulders, "Daddy no!" He caresses her sweaty hair back and gets rid of her blindfold, pecking her nose sweetly. 

He wants to take care of her. He yearned to have her like this for years. He has to bring her back from her sub-space before it's too late. 

"It's no daddy anymore, petal. I'll crush you in this position — " Carefully he tries to retreat but stop when she says in a very dejected feeble voice, bottom lip wobbling and tears springing at the corners of her eyes, "You don't want me too?" OH NO. This's what Harry was afraid about. A breakdown. He saw the storm coming but didn't know it could be this worst right when she's in her sub-space. 

His face pales at that. His state in frenzy and panic. 

"No bubba. I want you my precious girl -- s'just you're gonna get tired like this, hmm. 'N I have so much to show you and make you meet new people -- couldn't have me baby walkin' on her wobbly legs for whole day could I?" He cups her cheeks tenderly and smiles down at her warmly smothering her in devoted kisses. 

"Promise, daddy?" She sniffles staring up at him with doe innocent eyes and he shakes his head, "Harry sweet angel, come back to me moppet." He keeps his gaze locked with her's, gliding his thumb delicately against her cheeks and seals his promise with a kiss. 

"Promise." 

She lets him pull out and he shushes her wrecked whimpers with his lips. Falling to side with a large puff of breather and embraces her with his arm slinged around her shoulders protectively and she hides her face in his chest, mumbling incoherent things and he tries to stay with her emotionally and physically much as possible -- assuring her and soothing her with his sweet nothings. 

"Harry." She whispers softly and his ears perks up at that looking down at her with most loving eyes, "Hi baby." He giggles quietly kissing the tip of her nose and she sniffs cuddling into him. 

"Sorry —- " He shakes his head pinching her chin to make her look up. 

"You don't have to darling -- s'okay, everything's alright." After, making sure she's okay and giving her million re-assurances because he loves to he cleaned her with a damp wash rag. 

"Such a pretty babe." He makes her blush treating her as if she's a china glass doll who'd break at his slightest poke and showers her in praises and kisses because dunno who got her self-esteem and confidence like that but that person sure needs to get punched in their face. 

"Did I hurt you?" He asks tenderly applying a thin layer of cream on her red imprints. She shakes her intervining her fingers into his's one by one and kisses his knuckle, "No." 

"Good." He chuckles as if he was holding his breath. 

"How bout you take a lil nap and I see if I could bring us some brekkie, hmm?" He's gonna break his own rule. Taking food from mess area to your rooms and taking long showers was never allowed, having lights on after 12 because of the risk of attacks. 

"'M not hungry, please stay." Her eyes half open and her face buried into his scented pillow, "Dunno. But to me you look like y'could faint any time soon." He says sternly pulling a snugly clean duvet over her body. 

"Okie but come back quick." 

"Don't worry. In a snap I'll be infront of you." 

//

It's her fourth day here. She came out of his room to socialize just a day before and she realized from the nasty glowers thrown her way that not a single person likes her. 

But it felt like spending a lifespan with Harry. To fill the emptiness of all those moments of their childhood together they lost once after the war. 

She got to know he's the best cuddler and likes to be a small spoon, she loves to jetpack him. He seems rather scary and is scary when he's commanding people off -- they wouldn't dare but to speak a word over him but he's this big softie Y/N likes to squish in their privacy. 

He got her glasses fixed and put them over her nose with a mishevious kiss, she was unable to not to grin when he murmered against her lips, "Now you could punch me with your glasses on." 

"Seems like I don't have to do that anymore." She shrugged squealing afterwards when he threw her over his shoulder tickling her till all she coul see was him and stars. 

It was all going on track until now when she was passing through the lobby to go to Harry who's practicing out in field, "What are you doing here Alex?" She asks angrily grabbing his arm and he tells her feeling relieved she's okay, "I'm here to take you back." 

"But they don't want me back." She grits, he catches her wrist pleading her sadly, "We want you back -- Nia waits for you daily." Nia is his five years daughter. 

"I know that … but — " How she's gonna tell him she's in love with one person they despise with their whole hearts. 

"But what — "

"Alex!!" He was in the midst when she sees a bullet approaching his way from the side of his shoulder and screeches loudly pushing him aside, the bullet makes it's home in her chest. 

It was fired from Harry's gun with his own hands that were loving on her an hour ago. Life drains out of his body and he feels sickness approaching to split his throat, knees turning weak as he stares his shaking hand in horror. 

Before, he could do anything another bullet hits Y/N in shoulder knocking her to floor and this time it was one of his people, the shot was fired on instinct. 

"Put your gun down!!" He shouts at him shoving him away with a single forceful push and strides towards where the love of his life's laying in a pool of blood. 

He pulls his hair maniacly, falling to his knees and pulls her up in his lap cradling her head gently to press his lips against her forehead, "No,no,no,no baby." He sobs wiping his tears away harshly to see her properly. 

"Ouch. It actually hurts." She gives him a frail smile raising her shaky hand to cup his cheek. 

Will it hurt? 

You'll get to know after taking one. 

He wishes he could takes his words back. 

"You'll be fine, you're okay, 'm so so sorry moppet. Didn't-- didn't know y'were standing behind him, bu –-- but s'...s'okay yeah —-- call the doctor!! Why nobody has called him yet!!!" His scream thunders aggressively as everyone watches  their commander this defenceless and vulnerable infront of them for the first time in shock. 

"It's not your fault, okay?" She manages to speak groaning and eyes rolling back from pain residing in her bones torturesly, he cries out like a wounded puppy patting her cheek to keep her awake, "Please stay with me baby, please." Her chest tightens. His chest tightens from the fear of loosing her and he stands up carrying her bridal style tumbling his way on wobbly legs towards the medical ward in the building. 

His tears shiny droplets on her skin and she nuzzles into his fragrance for the last time. 

"There was no happy ending to this," She murmurs. Any, sign of life fading from inside her and replacing her eyes with stoness.

He brings her closer to himself, "hey, hey now none of that -- you're not leaving. 'M not letting you leave." He kicks open the door and lays her limp body on the stretcher. Snapping his head outrageously in every direction to find any doctor but none and drags his palms down his teary face.

He couldn't stop crying.

He's loosing the sunlight of his bleak life he must protect her at all costs.

But, life's prize is something that would have him selling all of what he had worked for and still he'd be unable to even bring her back from cold dark earth.

"Shit. Shit ---– I'll patch you up myself. I know how to take a bullet out — " He creates a ruckus around to collect stuff, "Harry! Harry! listen to me." but her hollow anguish calls for him breaks him at last. 

"How about you spend these last few minutes with me because 'm really 'bout to die commander." She tries to keep her anxious voice cheery but fails drastically coughing blood, "Don't say that baby -- I just got you, don't leave me, don't make me hate myself again." Sad tears trickles down her cheeks and he feels like fainting imagining the pain, agony and fear she's suffering from. 

She's hating to leave him.

"Maybe in afterlife, we could have a nice homely house, long warm baths and two smol kittens —- and oh I forgive you for kidnapping my cat." She admires him for the last time wiping his tears away and tries to lift his head that's lowered into shame. 

She's so fond of him at the moment.

She gulps, trying to gasp for oxygen feeling her heartbeat drop to zero, pleading him, "Tell me you love me before I go." His bloodshot eyes snap to her's and his chest heaves ruggedly with heartbreaking sobs -- his words full of sorrow tasting the bitterness of goodbye on her lips streaking away the blood on her mouth. 

"I love you so much, baby. Never stopped. Never will." She cries at last kissing him back with all the blood she has left pumping to her heart and tries to exchange the words but it was too late before she lost it all -- cold in his loving embrace. 

"Stay…." He begs praying like he did never before. 

"Y/N!!" He screams trying to shake her alive and hugs his angel to himself with mournful wails. 

Everyone standing outside the room knows that they'll never see this Harry again. 

[jestershark]

the bombs fell and things were different. well, for about 6 months. Survivors survived, radiation burns and future cancer chances notwithstanding. The air was too sick to breathe. But humans do as humans do, so we covered our windows with lead, then wood, then the market for led screens that looked like the outside exploded. Amazon workers were called back to work, wearing heavy gear that got dropped off at their homes by the US military. Garbage collectors in mostly-radiation proof uniforms picked up garbage from front doors, while everyone else huddled behind layers of plastic wrap and makeshift antechambers.

Things were different, for about six months, for most people. Power was off. Most countries had trucks from the government-run out to feed people-- in the US, you could get food delivered on credit. Some people found themselves starving to death, rather than choking on atomic ash. Some people found themselves restarting a 9-5 grind, wishing the power had stayed off longer.

It was hard to admit that you kinda wanted the apocalypse to be an apocalypse. If the world was supposed to end, you were supposed to be free of obligations-- of work and life stressors. It was supposed to be a shift to the stressors of survival, not a muted combination of the two. Car payments went way down and delivery services skyrocketed.

There were six months of nobody knowing what to do, no infrastructure. There were six months of huddling against the nuclear winter, trying to remember old PSAs or if anything useful came out of video games. Some areas of the country were enough that you could go outside, and in those areas farmers started erecting massive indoor greenhouses, shielded from radioactive poison, preparing to feed people, preparing for things to go back the way it was.

It didn't seem fair that the countries that weren't hit as hard still somehow got the brunt of the nuclear apocalypse, but the west swallowed up lead siding and iodine and radiation suits. Rich people adapted radiation suits for fashion and had a selection of designer lead handbags while kids in the slums of Brazil bore the brunt of the atomic age.

The internet coming back seemed like a gasp of fresh air after drowning-- just knowing some of your family lived took a million tons of weight off. But then came the calls of "back to work." The world might have ended, but capitalism marched on. I wanted to scream-- everything is dead outside, and you have me checking keywords for a spot cream site. How to mask radiation burns trended on tiktok. "Top ten things Fallout got RIGHT?! about the bomb!" was on the front page of YouTube.

My little cousin was visiting me just before the drop, and couldn't go home, even as things opened up. My little cousin, me, my roommate, her shitty boyfriend-- ex, over the course of six months stuck inside, but we couldn't very well push him outside to his death. Two bedrooms. And the back to school movement started up again too, my cousin's teacher, dying of radiation sickness, trying to drum up entertainment from algebra as clumps of her hair fell out.

The first news we got after the bombs fell was hopelessly naive. We're all in this together, they said. Of course, we weren't though. New narratives about finishing the fight started cropping up, even though it turned out the apocalypse was simply an apocalyptic mistake. A rogue bit of user experience, a few rusted safety measures, and the end of the world happened because the federal government didn't upgrade to Microsoft Edge.

Of course we weren't all in it together. The internet blared on about ending the Ruskies for once and for all while gofundmes filled up with people begging to be transported to the few hospitals that survived. Brave men and women risked their lives to rebuild the world and then got sold fish oil supplements to deal with the radiation.

The apocalypse was exciting for the powerful, dull for the middle class, and apocalyptic for the rest. And yet, it was still dull. How can you be dying and bored? How fair is that? Daydreams about being able to smash your shift supervisors face with a hammer gave way to daydreams about being able to quit, retire. "Not enough people for anyone to retire," the pundits say, as I write another row of data nobody wants about a product nobody needs.

The world is ended, or ending, or will end, all at once, so tediously and unfairly that it feels like drowning in air. Roommate's boyfriend teaches my cousin how to play soccer, almost knocking over the bucket of clean water we got allocated for the next week. The kid has school in the morning and hasn't seen a kid his age forever. We can hear our neighbours through the walls. They had a newborn a few weeks ago. Their dog yowls to be let outside.

I watch a municipal service man collapse in front of my house. His coworker wordlessly loads him into the back of their truck. Must've gotten used to that, after the first clear-out effort.

Some people say "this is societal collapse" and some say "this is just the beginning of a new way of living" and some people say "this is how I used the end to renew my #brand" and some people say "they're working hard out here, so we have to work hard too, Sales Team!" and some people bemoan their lack of vacation and some people die. And that's the apocalypse. Tragic, desperate, boring.