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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Seeing Stars 2

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes

Summary: You struggle to be star struck by the world's most famous super soldiers. (grumpy!short!reader)

Note: Guess this is happening.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Your image in print makes you cringe again. If you keep doing that, you're going to form a few new wrinkles. It's hard to describe the expression on your face; somewhere between a gape and a grimace. Bonita doesn't seem to notice as she waves the signed photo in glee. 

"Oh my god! Mo is going to hella jealous," she chimes. 

You grumble. Another pair of thunder gods barge by and you stop short to keep from getting bonked by a foam hammer.  

"They couldn't crop me out?" You wonder. 

"Heyyyyy, no way. Then it'd only be me and cap," she whines. "You look fine." 

She isn't looking at you. She's too obsessed with herself, perched perfectly in Steve Rogers' arms. You glower at your likeness and roll your eyes.  

You shrug as if trying to wriggle free of the touch no longer there. It's there in the picture, that unwelcome embrace. It just happened so fast. You don't touch. You don't hug. Bonita gets on for her birthday and one for Christmas and outside of that, you have your bubble. 

"My feet are killing me," you drone. 

"You're not tapping our already, are you?" She chirps. 

"No, but I could use a coffee. Maybe sit for a few." 

"I don't want to miss the costume competition," she hums. "How about you come find me?" 

"That works." 

You'll agree to anything if it gets you a break from all this. You feel your battery flickering. You're at 12% socially and recharging will take days, if not weeks. 

"I'll text if I get lost," you assure her. 

You part and go in search of one of the vending machines you passed a few minutes ago. You're not outwardly sardonic, or you try not to be. When people describe you as deadpan, you're often surprised they pick up on that. You say as little as you can but some people take silence negatively.  

You tap your card for the overpriced instant cappucino. The machine churns noisily and a cup drops down onto the tray. The brown espresso mix spits from the nozzle. Its aromatic even if you expect a watered down flavour. 

You take the cup and blow over it. You keep away from the hordes of fandom devout. You wind along the wall and find a quiet hallway. You lean by the emergency exit and sip your coffee. 

You close your eyes and sigh, tilting your head back as you let the coolness of the wall soothe you. You inhale as the thrum of the crowd drifts in. You don't want to go back. 

There's some scuffing at the end of the hall. Your head snaps up and you stand straight, expecting a staff member to chase you out. Worse. It's one of them. 

"Oh hey," the blond slows as he comes down the hall, stopping midway. "Um... didn't expect anyone back here." 

You stare at Steve Rogers and take another drink, "just on my way out." You glance at the door to your left; 'Employees Only'. The placard beneath denotes a restroom. Makes sense, he can't piss with the peons. 

"You got a photo," he says as you edge down the hall, keeping near the wall as you try not to get close. 

"My friend did, yeah." 

"Wait? You didn't get a copy? I can pull a few strings." 

"No thanks," you stop a foot away from him, realising he's too big to squeeze by.  

"You alright?" He asks, sounding genuinely concerned. Your forehead furrows but you stop the frown from reaching your lips, "I'm fine." 

"These things give me a headache too," he says. 

How presumptuous. Even if your head is feeling a bit dull. 

"VIP is pretty nice. There's a lounge. I could get you and your friend some passes. Hear they got real coffee too," he gestures to your cup. "I don't know for sure, I don't get to enjoy it much." 

"That's... too nice," you insist. "Excuse me, I gotta find my friend." 

You motion past him but he only moves an inch, "need help?" 

You look at him and shake your head, "I'll find her." You waggle your phone at him and turn, sidling by slowly. At last your free but at the cost of a few drops of coffee as it sloshes in your cup. It's bland. You toss it at the first bin. What a waste. 

You find Bonita near the contest banner. She looks unimpressed as she pouts and crosses her arms. You near as a yawn threatens to break free. 

"What's up?" You ask. 

"Didn't qualify for the contest," she mopes. "So, guess I'll watch." 

"Hm, there's a prize?" 

"Just a gift card but still," she says. 

"Ah, too bad." 

"Well..." she looks around, "how about the raffle? The grand prize is a your of the Avengers compound or something." 

You try not to show your disinterest. She better not invite you to that too. Ha, it's a long shot anyway. You'll humour her for a bit longer. 

"Sure, why not." 

You follow her over to the table. The staff at the table fill out the ballots for you using your ticket numbers. You give your information mindlessly, figuring there's enough people there that you'll forget you even bothered. 

"That's so awesome," Bonita trills. "Can you imagine?" 

You would hate it. You know. You like a museum tour or even a solitary stroll through the library but some good will act for good PR? You'll pass. 

"I hope you win," you say to Bonita. 

"Me too. I have so many questions!" She begins to ramble as you only half-listen. 

As you walk along the booths, your eyes wander through the milling bodies. You squint as a head of golden hair bobs at the far end of the room and pauses. Even on your toes, you can't see enough to confirm your suspicions. What does it matter anyway? Good luck to the Cap finding his way back through these fanatics. You don't envy his lot, you hardly covet your own. 

[zeroseuniverse]

Facts Or Fiction?

Word Count: 1.6K Summary: She looked up, her expression unreadable. “The right question is whether I’d stop if I could.” “And would you?” Her lips curved into a faint, almost wistful smile. “I don’t know how.” Pairing: Jay X fem reader

Disclaimer: Please be aware that this is apart of the from the ashes series. This series will have aspects of violence, weapons, angst, blood, injuries, killing, and will heavily focus on oppression and segregation of mutants, Look after your mental state if any of these make you uncomfortable please.

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The rain hammered against the glass walls of the skybridge, drowning out the noise of the city below. Jay leaned against the railing, pretending to check his phone while scanning the crowd. His contact had assured him she’d show up, but that had been hours ago. The longer he waited, the more he felt the creeping sense of regret for agreeing to meet her in such an exposed location.

She was the city’s most wanted criminal—if anyone even knew her face. The government had labeled her a terrorist; her supporters called her a savior. To him, she was a mystery wrapped in contradictions, and for reasons he couldn’t yet explain, he couldn’t stop chasing her story.

A faint reflection caught his eye. A figure emerged from the crowd, her hood pulled low to hide her face, raindrops sliding off the sleek fabric of her coat. She walked with a calculated confidence, her boots clicking against the floor. She stopped a few feet away, close enough to speak but far enough to evade a trap.

“So,” she said, her voice low and laced with suspicion. “You’re the journalist who’s been so desperate to find me. I’ll admit, you’ve got guts.”

Jay straightened, slipping his phone into his pocket. “I figured it was time someone heard your side of the story.”

Her lips twitched into a humorless smile. “My side? You think you’ll print the truth and the world will suddenly change? That’s naive, even for someone like you.”

“I’m not naïve,” Jay shot back. “I know the risks. I also know the difference between justice and revenge. I’m here to understand which side of the line you’re on.”

She stepped closer, the light catching the sharp angles of her face beneath the hood. Her eyes narrowed, and for a moment, he saw something flicker there—curiosity, maybe even amusement.

“Fine,” she said. “But know this, Jay. If you twist my words, I won’t hesitate to make you regret it.”

She turned, motioning for him to follow. “Come on. Let’s see if you’re as brave as you seem.”

Jay hesitated only briefly before falling into step behind her, the weight of his recorder suddenly feeling heavier in his pocket.

Jay trailed behind her as they exited the skybridge and descended into the depths of the city. The streets here were a world apart from the sterile, drone-policed districts above. Neon signs flickered over makeshift stalls, the air thick with the smell of fried food and damp concrete.

She moved through the chaos like a shadow, her hood shielding most of her face, but it didn’t matter. People recognized her anyway.

A man selling spare parts for outdated tech straightened as she passed, nodding respectfully. A group of children darting between the stalls paused long enough to wave at her, grinning as she tossed them a small pouch—likely food credits or something more valuable.

“She’s here,” someone whispered from a nearby stall, and the woman behind it quickly tucked something under her counter, casting a wary glance around as if her presence alone could ward off danger.

Jay noted it all, his journalist’s eye catching every glance, every quiet acknowledgment. These people weren’t afraid of her. If anything, they admired her. To them, she wasn’t a criminal—she was a symbol.

“You have quite the fan club,” Jay murmured, unable to keep the sarcasm out of his tone.

She glanced over her shoulder, a wry smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “They’re not fans. They’re survivors. And unlike the ones sitting comfortably in glass towers, they know the cost of survival.”

Jay fell silent, taking in the resilience etched into the faces of the people around him. It was a stark contrast to the polished, disconnected world he usually reported on.

As they continued deeper into the district, he noticed other quirks about her. The way her fingers tapped rhythmically against her thigh, like she was always counting something—steps, seconds, maybe risks. Or how she scanned every alley and rooftop without breaking stride, her eyes sharp and calculating.

She stopped suddenly, turning to face him with an unreadable expression. “Do you always stare this much, or am I just that fascinating?”

Jay blinked, caught off guard. “I’m just…observing.”

“Careful with that. Observing too much around here can get you killed.” Her tone was teasing, but the edge in her eyes told him she wasn’t entirely joking.

They reached an unmarked door tucked between two stalls. She knocked twice in a deliberate pattern, and the door creaked open. A young woman peered out, her face lighting up when she saw her.

“You’re back,” the woman said, stepping aside to let them in. Her gaze flicked to Jay, narrowing with suspicion.

“He’s with me,” She said simply. It was enough to quiet the woman’s protests, though she continued to watch Jay like he might explode at any moment.

Inside, the space was cluttered but warm—a makeshift hub of activity. Maps and screens covered the walls, and a group of people huddled around a table, their conversation falling silent as she entered.

One of them, a grizzled man with a scar across his cheek, stood up and crossed his arms. “Bringing a reporter here, boss? That’s a new one.”

“He’s here to listen, not talk,” she replied. She turned to Jay, her expression softening ever so slightly. “At least, for now.”

Jay couldn’t decide what struck him more: the weight of her presence in the room or the trust these people clearly placed in her. She wasn’t just their leader—she was their hope.

The tension in the room was palpable. Jay could feel the weight of their stares, suspicion radiating from every corner as she led him to a quieter space—an alcove separated by tattered curtains. The hum of activity outside became muffled, leaving only the faint echo of raindrops against the roof.

She gestured to a mismatched chair near a battered table, sinking into the one opposite him. She pulled her hood back, revealing sharp eyes that seemed to pierce through him, and rested her elbows on the table.

“Let’s get one thing straight,” she began, her voice low and measured. “This isn’t a courtesy. I’m not here to satisfy your curiosity or paint myself as some misunderstood hero. I’m here because you might have a use. If I don’t like where this goes, you’ll walk out of here with nothing. Clear?”

Jay nodded, pulling out his recorder. “Crystal.”

She gave a short, humorless laugh. “Good. Now, ask your questions.”

Jay hesitated for a moment, organizing his thoughts. Then, he leaned forward, his voice steady. “You’ve been labeled a terrorist. Some say you’re no better than the syndicates you fight. What would you say to those people?”

She raised an eyebrow, leaning back in her chair. “I’d say they’ve been drinking too much government Kool-Aid. It’s easy to throw labels around when you’re sitting comfortably, watching the chaos on a screen. But those people? They don’t know what it’s like to starve, to lose everything, to have the system chew you up and spit you out.”

Her eyes darkened, and Jay caught the way her fingers began tapping against the table—quick, precise, restless. “I do what needs to be done. If that makes me a villain, so be it.”

Jay pressed on. “And the collateral damage? The civilians caught in the crossfire—what about them?”

She scoffed. “You think the corporations and the government aren’t leaving bodies in their wake every day? The only difference is, they’ve got spin doctors to clean up the narrative. My actions may be messy, but they’re honest. Can you say the same for the people you write about?”

Jay opened his mouth to respond, but she cut him off, leaning forward now, her eyes blazing. “You call me reckless, but you’re the one printing stories about corruption and syndicate ties. How many death threats have you gotten this week? How many times have you had to look over your shoulder, wondering if you’ll make it home?”

Her words hit harder than he expected, and for a moment, he was at a loss. She leaned back again, a bitter smile tugging at her lips. “That’s what I thought.”

Jay found his voice, his tone softer this time. “You make a point, but there’s a difference between exposing the truth and taking lives. You don’t seem to believe in that line anymore.”

Her gaze softened, though the fire in her eyes didn’t entirely fade. “Maybe I don’t. Or maybe I’ve just seen too much to believe that playing nice will ever change anything.”

They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of her words hanging in the air. Jay studied her, noticing the subtle contradictions in her demeanor—the sharpness in her tone offset by the way her hands trembled ever so slightly when she stopped tapping. The way her eyes, no matter how fierce, betrayed a deep exhaustion.

Finally, he asked, “If you could do it all over again, would you? Would you still choose this path?”

She let out a long breath, her gaze dropping to the table. “That’s not the right question.”

“Then what is?”

She looked up, her expression unreadable. “The right question is whether I’d stop if I could.”

“And would you?”

Her lips curved into a faint, almost wistful smile. “I don’t know how.”

Jay stared at her, his recorder forgotten for a moment. In that instant, she wasn’t just the shadowy figure plastered across wanted posters or the symbol of defiance revered by the people outside. She was human—complex, conflicted, and achingly real.

“You’re not what I expected,” he admitted.

“And you’re not as naïve as I thought,” she replied, a flicker of amusement in her voice. “Maybe this interview won’t be a total waste after all.”

[small-sinclair]

Headcons of Slasher Band!au (House of Wax)No One Asked For

By: @arkunder

Lester has a bag of Hot Cheetos by his drums. During the show when Bo is talking, he munches on them.

Jonesy comes out on stage sometimes. She is the official #1 Fan of the fan club. Out of them all, she has the most fanart along with the raccoon (see below out that).

If the stage has a cat-walk, Bo uses it to his advantage to flirt and drive girls crazy. He’ll kneel in front of a group, his hand touching someone else’s, and he’ll take her hand, kiss it, wink, and keep singing. He loves it.

They once bought Girl Scout cookies in the middle of the show.

Lester ordered food in the middle of the show and asked what the other two wanted. During break, they are cheese fries and burgers in front of fans.

Vincent likes looking at fanart. He’ll sign the signs and art if he has the chance. Sometimes, if the art is really good, he’ll buy it if the fan or get information from them (like kofi or something) and commission something.

When Bo is drunk, he starts singing “I Wanna Dance With Somebody”. They have an unofficial cover of that song.

Lester has little raccoon charm for luck. He also has the raccoon squashmellow sitting in front of the drums. The fans worship the squishmellow raccoon. There’s merch, fanart, tattoos— this raccoon has a grip on the fandom.

Vincent has a base that is clear and made from glass (which he made), and he has one that looks like wax melting.

Bo once stopped the show and had the lights turn on because there was a guy trying to force himself on a girl. It ended with Bo himself dragging that guy out and threw him in front of a moving car.

At the end of certain shows, the brothers go off stage and meet up where there’s no cameras or fans, no eyes or anything, and do a group hug. Lester in the center of the hug, Bo on the right, Vincent on the left, they do one big hug to celebrate their hard work.

Whenever Bo lets Lester sing, Bo lets him sing a sad/slow song. The crowd absolutely loves to hear him sing and will actually go silent to hear his hypnotic voice.

It’s not a kid-friendly show, however, if their is a kid in the front and one of the boys sees them, they’ll give a pick or drum sticks.

Before the show, they play a video/psa going over crowd safety. There’s this part:

Bo: Make sure you look for your nearest exit if there’s an emergency, you dumb fucks.

Lester: And, please, don’t fight people. It’s not nice and is a crime in every state. :D

Bo: Unless you fight me. Then it’s not a crime.

Vincent, signing: It’s still a crime.

✨Bonus✨

All the slasher bands have a week where they play at a venue. It’s called Seven Bloody Nights. During this, the bands raise money for children hospitals, homeless shelters, animal shelters, crisis relief programs, mental health services and community, cancer research— it’s a great event with horror and gore and music!

Going off that, the last night, all the bands play together and make a masterpiece BANGER of a song. They put aside their hatred for each other and drama to play something that Vincent, RZ!Michael, and Brahms wrote. Jonesy even puts help into with her paw print, the Approval Mark. Even the legendary Michael Myers (Grandpa Myers), the one who started this event in memory of his sister dying to cancer, plays with the bands!

[phantomdreamgirl]

You're Only Lonely

I needed to write for this man, so this is part one of what's going to be just a two parter, as of now 🙃

Baron's been driving non-stop for days.

The floor of his newest car is covered in various Moon Pie and fast food wrappers. His hand brushes an empty soda cup as he reaches for the map that had fallen off the passenger seat.

He slowly pulls off the highway, putting the car in park as he drapes the map over the steering wheel. His finger traces along the tattered paper, mentally mapping out all the little side roads that branch off the main one.

He decides on the one that seems the most promising then folds the map the best he can, before tossing it back towards the passenger seat.

In his periphery, he catches his reflection in the rearview mirror and almost doesn't recognize himself. His shorter hair, though now necessary, was going to take some getting used to. After spending so much time as one version of 'Baron,' he wonders what the newest version should be like, sound like, etc. He still has time to figure it out, as it's still quite a drive to the next town.

After putting the car in gear, it's engine roars to life as he speeds off down the worn asphalt.

He rolls into town during the hottest part of the day. Sweat forms on his brow before he quickly wipes it away with the back of his hand. He has both windows rolled down, in an effort to create better air flow, since this car didn't have working A/C.

The lack of a breeze makes the heat almost unbearable as he slowly cruises down what passes for this town's 'Main Street.'

He thinks how he'd do anything for a vanilla ice cream cone when he looks up to see a weathered sign for an ice cream shop, at the end of the street. He says a silent prayer as he parks in front of it. With a boyish smile, he hops out of the car and excitedly goes inside.

He emerges soon after, with prized vanilla cone in hand. He then decides to walk around for a little while, and see what his new home has to offer. He tries, in vain, to eat his ice cream before it melts all over his hand and the cracked sidewalk below.

It's then he notices a storefront with the words 'Antiques and More' printed on the glass. He stops and gawks at the mannequin in the window. It's wearing a tight, leopard print dress, and he's instantly infatuated.

He enters the store, and immediately goes over to where it's displayed. He's able to size it up better now that he's closer and thinks it could possibly fit him. He's too lost in admiration to notice someone walking up behind him.

"Sorry, but you can't have that in here," a voice says, pulling him out of his daydream.

"What?" Baron asks, turning slightly to see you standing there, looking slightly annoyed.

"The ice cream. It's melting all over the floor. Didn't you see the sign?" You continue, pointing to the hand written 'No Food or Drink' sign that was taped to the door.

"Oh, no I didnt," he replies, flustered. "I'm sorry, I'll... be right back."

He quickly exits the store and disposes the sticky cone in a nearby trash can. You watch his hurried actions with a bemused expression. He returns, wiping the excess ice cream on his jeans, while sporting an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, I guess I was too distracted," he laughs.

"Obviously," you reply, also with a laugh. "Though, I totally get it," you begin, taking a step closer to the window display. "This dress is my favorite one in the store."

He follows, watching with rapt attention as you glide your fingertips along it's hemline.

"From what I could tell from the label, and my thorough, yet limited research is that it's from the fifties," you inform, turning your head so your eyes meet his.

The sudden intensity of his gaze has you looking away.

"Its pretty amazing that it's still in such great shape," you continue, with a wistful smile. "Its, like, comforting to see how certain things stand the test of time, you know?"

You glance at him again and he nods. It's then you notice how his damp, white t-shirt clings to his chest and you have to look away again.

He tries to keep from grinning at the faint hint of blush on your cheeks.

"Anyway, um, I feel like I've taken up too much of your time, so I'll let you have a look around," you announce, with a polite smile, taking a step back.

"Its okay, I don't mind," he smiles, in return. "It's been too long since I've really talked to someone, so this is nice."

You allow yourself to gaze into his soft, hazel eyes and almost melt from how he's looking at you.

"Plus, there's so much stuff in here that I'll probably get overwhelmed, so you might need to show me around," he says, strolling past you before turning on his heel, to face you again, making you giggle.

"I think that's the least I can do, since you're my first and only customer I've had all day," you reply, still with a smile.

"I guess its my lucky day, then," he grins.

You spend the next hour or so guiding him around the store, showing him your favorite pieces. He seems genuinely enthralled with everything you say, a smile still present on his lips, as you ramble on about the history of certain items.

As he follows you towards the back of the store, he notices a rack of more presumably vintage dresses, off to the side.

You also notice how his eyes linger on them, which prompts you to ask, "Why were so you interested in that dress in the window? If you don't mind me asking..."

"It, uh, reminds me of someone," he answers.

You nod, and he immediately senses what you really want to know.

"I don't have a girlfriend, if that's what you're wondering," he adds, as you both reach the back corner of the store.

You try to hide your relieved smile when you turn to face him.

"Why would I be wondering about that when I don't even know your name?" You ask, gazing at him innocently.

He moves closer to you, making you step back. Your lower back presses against the rough, wooden edge of cabinet displaying old NASCAR memorabilia. His eyes never leave yours as he braces his hands on either side of you.

He leans in, his sticky sweet breath on your lips as he counters, "Why don't you tell me yours first?"

Normally, you would never let yourself be lured into a situation like this, but this guy was, quite possibly, the most gorgeous man you'd ever seen. His alluring nature is impossible to resist.

Your name tumbles from your lips, earning another smile from him.

"Its pretty, just like you," he laments, as the tip of his nose brushes yours.

Your hands grip the wood at your sides, with your nails digging into it, as you desperately want to wrap your arms around him.

He teases your waiting lips with his, as he debates whether or not he wants to tell you his real name or another made-up one.

He brings his hand up to your cheek, his thumb lightly caressing your skin, as he whispers, "I'm whoever you want me to be."

[guppygiggles]

Like Real People Do, Part 8! ♡ (Casper x Avery)

☁️ Summary: Avery's cloud form starts to emerge in public. Casper takes quick action to try and save him. Big crying scene -- BIGGER tickle scene. This fic is outrageously self-indulgent, even for me.

☁️ Warnings: Ler!Avery fans... this one is for you. Unspeakably, desperately vulnerable. Lots of crying. Discussion of trans (ftm particularly) topics. Men in their underwear (no genital nudity). If you can get through the emotions, I reward you with the biggest, teasiest Ler!Avery scene you can imagine. This is not NSFW, however… it is very suggestive. If you skip to the end... well, I just can't believe you! (Just kidding, read this however you want.💙)

☁️ Author's Note: I discuss being a demiboy/FTM pretty intimately here. Importantly, I do not claim to speak for every demiboy/gay/FTM/trans person. I am not a gender studies major, this is just my experience, and I do not have to justify it to anyone. Do not come in my messages/ask box with critical language about how I describe my experience. If you do, I will immediately block you.

This is a series now!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8 *you are here

If you just got here and want to know more about my characters, you can read my comic starting right here!

My eyes frantically scanned the storage area. Luckily, it was vacant, at least for now. 

Gary's Market was a relatively small grocery chain, and the stockroom was clean and well-organized. Large shelving racks stood in rows that reached the ceiling, and a small handful of pallets waited to be unloaded. Above us, rows of fluorescent lights hummed softly. 

“Look for an exit,” I whispered, still grasping Avery's wrist. 

“Casper, I'm so sorry-” 

“Shh, no time for that now, let’s just get out of here.” I let go of him, walking to the end of the entryway and peeking around the nearest shelving unit. At the end of the hallway, past several rows of goods, was a glowing red exit sign. 

“Oh, thank god. Let's go,” I turned back to Avery. 

My blood ran cold. 

I had not seen the employee who was approaching us; perhaps he had been in an adjacent aisle when we entered, had found what he needed, and was returning to the sales floor. Avery was still standing in the doorway, and as soon as the man rounded the corner, they would be face-to-face. The brunette twenty-something held a jar of peanut butter in one hand, and the only reason he hadn't seen me yet was because he was holding his phone in the other, texting with his thumb. 

There was still space between us, but not so much that I couldn't read his nametag: David. “Hi, my name is David!” I imagined the smaller print said. It was difficult to believe the bored-looking youth, with his wrinkled uniform and beat-up Vans, would ever introduce himself that way. 

Avery wasn't looking at me. If I called to him, the clerk would certainly hear. If I moved, I was sure to catch David's peripheral; he would see me, and then he would see Avery. There was nothing I could do; David was about to ruin my life. 

What would happen, then? Would he scream? Would he pass out, as I almost had the first time I saw Avery? Would he tell his boss, then his family, then the news? His phone was already out – what if he took pictures? I imagined Avery's terrified face on CNN, Twitter, Tiktok. A cold sweat broke out all over my body as my insides twisted, a metallic taste filling my mouth. Was I really going to lose him – and like this? 

Suddenly, Avery moved, his feet shuffling on the concrete floor as he widened his stance. His hands extended outward, fingers spread and clawed, as if he were preparing to grapple someone. His fingertips began to glow. 

Was he going to attack this man?! My heart raced. 

“Oh god, Avery, no!” I screamed internally. Whatever I imagined might happen to Avery would be infinitely worse if he harmed someone. He wouldn't just be captured and studied, he'd be killed. My blood pressure plummeted. I tightened my grip on the storage rack; I was about to collapse. 

Then, the sound of crackling electricity filled the air. Until that moment, I hadn’t known electricity could sound like fire. A series of deafening pops rang out, followed by a blinding flash – then glass rained down on us as every lightbulb in the room exploded. 

“What the fuck!” David cried as he dropped his phone. 

Before I could react, I felt a cold hand on my arm, guiding me down the hallway toward the exit. The sign itself had gone out, too, but I could barely make out where sunlight seeped through the cracks. My knees were weak as Avery pulled me through the door and into the bright daylight, practically tripping over my own feet as I tried to regain my bearings. 

The alley behind Gary's was empty, except for a pair of dumpsters and a few broken wood pallets. It was a clear day, and on the other side of the building, my car was right in the middle of the parking lot. We weren't out of the woods, yet. 

I pulled Avery behind the dumpsters. His face was a mask of emotions I had never seen on him: guilt, shock, desperation. Fingers trembling, he carefully picked a piece of glass out of my hair. I could tell he was about to say something; I cut him off, cupping his cheek with my hand. 

“Avery, stay right here. I'm going to bring the car around, okay? Stay right here behind this dumpster. I'll be right back.” I turned away before he could respond, jogging to my car as my heart shattered to leave him in such a state. 

As I got in my car, I glanced at the store's entrance. The lights were on; I guessed the sales floor was on a different breaker than the warehouse. That was good – the less people who saw the lights go out, the better. I sped around back and parked next to the dumpster. Avery was right where I left him, huddled in a ball, face hidden in his hands. 

“Hey, hey, it's okay… you're okay, you're safe now,” I comforted as I helped him into the back seat. Luckily, my car windows were tinted – practically a necessity in the desert where I was from. Afraid that David (or really, anyone) might come out the exit, I got in the driver's seat and pulled around to a secluded parking area. I climbed into the back, kneeling on the seat beside Avery as I put my hand on his shoulder. It was then that I realized just how small he was – I guessed he had shrunk to my height, maybe even shorter. He was still hiding his face in his hands. 

“Avery… are you okay? I'm so sorry. I should have set an alarm… This is all my fault.” 

“Casper, I'm- I'm- I'm so s-sorry!” He broke into a sob, his shoulders trembling as tears leaked out from under his hands. I saw, too, that the flat bottom of his head was dark and puffy. Water gushed from him, soaking his clothes. He wasn't just crying, he was raining.

“Oh my god, Avery, it isn't your fault! None of this is your fault!” I put my arms around him, hugging him into my chest. I hated to cry, especially when I was trying to comfort someone else, but I couldn't help it; my eyes stung as tears streamed down my cheeks, too. 

“I- I should have known. I- I put you in danger,” he choked, his square glasses falling into his lap as he rubbed his pale eyes. He was completely soaked – so was my car seat – and as he cried, he was shrinking quickly. I panicked. 

“You're shrinking! Avery, please stop crying! We're safe now, okay? I'll get you something to drink, alright? I'm not mad – at all – and I'm SO sorry. God, this is all my fault…” My stomach churned with regret. How could I have been so thoughtless? When we first met, I always set a timer on my phone, just to make sure we never ran out of time. As we’d grown closer, I'd become more and more lax. It had never been an issue before today, but now, my carelessness could have cost Avery his life. How could I live that down? 

He looked up, then, to meet my eyes for the first time. Gently, he tucked a wisp of damp hair behind my ear. “Casper, i-it's not your fault, either. I know today was different from usual, there's no way you could have known. Please… don't cry,” he sniffled. “My heart breaks when you cry.” 

“You don't cry! My heart breaks when you cry! So put that in your juice box and suck it!” Through my tears, I managed a small, but sincere laugh. Sniffling again, Avery giggled back. Regaining a bit of composure, he picked up his glasses, wiped the lenses and put them back on his face. 

“How about we agree that, before we leave, we always set a timer. No matter what. Deal?” I kissed Avery's forehead, gently wiping the last of his tears. It was a bit wavering, but he finally gave me a real smile. 

“Deal.”

+++

Avery protested, but I had to go back into the store to get our groceries. By the time we had finished crying, both of us were soaked, which earned me plenty of uncomfortable stares as I checked out. I had never been so thankful to be home. 

He started to assist me with putting away the groceries, but I pointed sternly to the couch. “Dude, you’re shorter than me right now. You need to sit down and start hydrating, don’t worry about the groceries, I can handle it. Oh! I got you this.” I handed him a styrofoam cup with a dome lid. “It’s an ICEE. At first, I thought I should get you Gatorade… but your body isn’t like mine; you have ice crystals in there. I thought this might help you hydrate faster. It’s kinda like ice cream, but… different. It’s cherry flavored, think you’ll like it.”

Avery took the cup from me. His wet clothes hung on him like a tent in his diminished form – his glasses, too, were cartoonishly big for his shrunken face. I watched him sip slowly from the straw – then, his eyes lit up with an expression I recognized. He started to drink faster. I was delighted to have been correct in my selection; as he drank, he was rapidly growing in size.

“Heh, I’m glad you like it. Uhh… woah there, turbo, slow down. You’re gonna get-”

“Ow, ow, ow!” Avery winced, clutching his head. “Ahh… I’m not sure I like this, after all.” 

I snorted. His mouth – normally a pale blue – had already turned purple from the red dye.

“Dude, you got a brain freeze. You can’t drink cold stuff that fast.” 

“Ah, I see. It… tastes so good, though…” He started sipping again, his eyes forming half-moons of enjoyment.

I tittered. Relatable.

I worked on the groceries as Avery rested on the couch, sipping his drink and scrolling on his phone. By the time I was finished, he had returned to his smallest “normal” size – 6”3 (190.5cm ♡) and there was a big wet spot on my couch. I should have put a towel down, first.

“Alright, let’s get out of these wet clothes. I know you don’t have a spare set, here… but you can just wear your pajamas until your day clothes are dry, okay?” 

It cost an extra thirty dollars per month, but it was worth it to have the tiny washer and dryer set in my unit. Standing over the washing machine, I peeled off my wet shirt and jeans, leaving me in my plaid boxers. 

“What is this…?” Avery asked. I hadn’t noticed him leave the couch, and I jumped slightly. Though we had been together for several months, his quiet footsteps – and unexpected speed – still caught me off guard sometimes. He was pinching the hem of my binder. I realized that, even though my torso was mostly covered, I was still more exposed than he had ever seen me. Having fallen asleep unexpectedly the night before, I had never even taken my binder off. 

“Oh… uh, it’s a binder,” I replied, embarrassed.

“What is it for?” Avery looked concerned.

My binder was wet, and at that point, I had been wearing it for well over twenty-four hours. I was uncomfortable, and I was sure I looked it, too. A sigh rolled from my chest. I knew I would have to explain this to him, eventually. I just didn’t expect it to be today, when I had already spent so much energy… well, fearing for our lives. 

“Remember last month, when I explained queerness for humans? I know for clouds, you guys all get born the same, and you can kinda decide what your bodies look like. Well… for us, we get born how we get born, and sometimes we get born looking a different way than we feel inside. For humans, changing our bodies is actually really hard, and complicated… and sometimes, even if we feel a different way from how we’re born, we don't want to change our bodies. We just want to be seen for who we are inside, but in the bodies we're already in.” 

I paused to look up at him – he was listening intently, his brow furrowed as he stared into my eyes. I shrunk under his intense gaze, blushing a bit. 

“It’s rarely ever cut-and-dry, though, when we’re born a different way than we feel. Sometimes people get born in a ‘man's body,’ but they know they are female, and vice versa… but there are a lot of people who are in-between, too. Some people feel like ‘gender’ as a whole doesn't apply to them. Some feel a mix of things. 

“I was born biologically female. Most of the time, I feel either male, or neither. It’s not that there's anything wrong with my body… it's just… when other people see me, I want them to see me how I feel inside. I wish I didn't have to wear a binder, but when I don't, people get ideas about me – and sometimes, I even get ideas about myself – that aren't who I really am,” I said, as if wearing a binder allowed me to pass consistently – it did not. 

I was afraid to meet Avery's eyes, staring down at my wet clothes as they laid at the bottom of the washing machine. What would he think of me, now? Would he think I was just “confused,” as so many had said in the past? Even when they didn't say it out loud, I could tell. I could always tell. 

A cool, soft finger crooked under my chin, gently tilting my head up. 

“You will always be who you are inside when you're with me, no matter what your body looks like. Is that clear?”

My eyes welled with tears. I tried to look away, but Avery didn't let me. 

“Don't let me find out that you've been wearing that thing longer than you should be – I know there must be safety precautions with something like that – and you never need to wear it when I'm around. In fact, I think you should take it off, right now. You don't have to do it in front of me, of course… but I can see that it's wet, and I can tell it's affecting your breathing. In fact, I've been able to tell many times in the past; I just presumed it to be a facet of your hypotension. Now that I know better, you can expect that I will be keeping you in check.” His intense gaze softened as a tear streaked down my flushed cheek. He encircled me in his huge embrace, a cool hand rubbing my back. 

“Casper, I love you. I love you so much that it hurts, sometimes. Never feel like you have to perform for me, you are perfect just as you are.” 

I trembled. I was frustrated to be sobbing for the second time in the same day, but Avery's chest was so soft, and his love was so big, I just couldn't help myself. Years of self-loathing and rejection poured out of me as he cradled my half-naked body against his chest. 

“Shhh… it's okay, sweetheart. I know you must have been worried for months about what I'd think, but you don't have to worry any more.” 

He pulled back from me, hands on my shoulders and a gentle, playful smile on his lips. He peered at me over the rim of his glasses. 

“Now, go change, okay? I believe I made a promise to you earlier, and I intend to keep it.” 

+++ 

Avery and I changed separately. I was soaked all the way through, so I donned new boxers and a fresh, loose t-shirt. It was a relief to be free of my binder. I inhaled deeply, feeling my ribs fully expand. Though I was still a bit nervous for Avery to see my chest, after so much crying, a flood of endorphins suppressed my fear. 

As I entered the living room, Avery was already on the couch, hands folded neatly in his lap. He was dressed in his pajamas, and I could only assume he had been drinking more ICEE, because he was especially big and fluffy once again. Only the washing machine’s soft whirring broke the silence.

“Come here, dear.” 

I took a few steps toward him, and then a sudden force – like a gust of wind – swept me from behind into his lap. I yelped in surprise.

“Hey, that scared me!” 

“Hehe, sorry – guess I’m feeling a bit eager.” He smirked. My eyes widened. Until that moment, I had not realized exactly what he meant about his… promise.

It was the one he had made in the frozen section. 

“W-wait,” I stuttered, my ears growing hot as I tried to scramble out of his lap. It was too late; with one large hand, he ensnared both of my wrists, lifting them over my head. I squealed. “WAHAHAIT!” 

Avery laughed gleefully, showing his delicate round teeth. 

“What, exactly, am I waiting for?” He teased. “Am I waiting for you to be ready for how much this is going to tickle? Because, I don’t think you could ever be ready for that. Hehe… you’re just buzzing with oxytocin right now, aren’t you? This is going to be so fun. Wonder where I should start?”

“Pff-hahahaha!” I laughed, trying to curl inward, which was impossible with Avery holding my arms up. As I pulled against his grasp, I fully internalized that my strength was no match for his. I also knew that as soon as he started tickling, I was likely to go limp as a ragdoll, too weak to fight. Despite the futility, it was all I could do to struggle while I still could.

“All this giggling when I haven’t even touched you, yet – I never tire of it. You’re so cute. Why don’t you save some laughs for when I start tickling, dear? You’re going to need them… trust me.” With his free hand, he wiggled his plush fingers threateningly in the air above my tummy.

“AHAhahahahavery PLEASE!” I could hardly contain myself; he hadn’t laid a finger on me, yet I could feel his damnably soft fingers already, dancing all over my body. 

“Please what? Please don’t tickle your cute tummy? You know… I think it’s only fair that I should get to see it, this time. I did, after all, show you mine. As a matter of fact… I think I want to turn this snack into a full course.” 

Avery stood, scooping me into his arms “bridal style” as I squirmed, howling in protest. 

“Put me down! You can’t just manhandle me like th- ACK!” Chuckling, he deposited me unceremoniously on the bed.

“Can’t I?” He mused.

Then, he flourished his hand in a way I’d never seen before. Like magic, two ghostly hands – very similar in appearance to Avery’s – appeared out of thin air. Before I could react, each of my wrists were grappled and pinned to the top of the bed. 

“What is this! This is cheating!” I objected, pulling at my arms. It was no use – apparently, any strength that Avery had, he was able to transfer to these apparitions, too.

“All’s fair in love and war, isn’t it, Casper?” Tittering, he straddled my waist, one knee on each side of my wriggling body. He pinned me so firmly that between his weight and his cursed “helping hands,” I could barely move. My blush spread like fire; especially with my binder off, I’d never felt more vulnerable. 

“There we are… Now, let’s see what you’ve been hiding, hm?” Avery gently lifted the hem of my shirt to my lower ribs, exposing my tummy completely. 

He paused, his eyebrows raising. As I watched, a pretty cerulean dusted his cheeks. His eyes practically sparkled as he looked down at me, making me flush even hotter.

“Oh… Casper. Just look at you. Goodness, I… I knew you would be lovely, but… oh, you are so cute. Just look at this little belly button…” With a silky fingertip, Avery drew a circle around the rim of my navel.

“PFFF HEHhahAHAHA!” I shouldn’t have been, but I was surprised by how much it tickled. My stomach muscles tensed beneath his delicate touch; it was completely undeniable, impossible to block out.

“Oh, wow... Your blush goes all the way down, doesn’t it~?”

I could hardly stand this any longer.

“Plehehehease…!” I begged, though not entirely sure what for. 

“Ah, sorry. You’re right: It’s impolite to play with your food.” 

With that, he lowered all ten of his fingertips to my tummy, wiggling them deftly into my taut skin.

“AAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” I screamed with laughter, my hands balling into useless fists. My unrestrained feet kicked uncontrollably as my back, with the little space I was allowed, strained to arch off the bed.

“Oh no, does that tickle? Poor, sensitive Casper… have you forgotten what it’s like to be anxious, yet? No? I suppose I should keep going, then.” Avery giggled cheerfully, gently moving his fingers around my tummy, probing different spots randomly, just as I had done to him just a day prior. As always, his touch was so gentle; he always tickled with just enough force to excite the nerves beneath my delicate skin.

Fireworks exploded in my mind as the torture of sensation ran through my veins like electricity. I tried, but I was laughing too hard to even get a word out, like someone attempting – but unable – to tell the funniest joke they’d ever heard. Beads of moisture collected in the corners of my eyes as I shook my head, a halo of sweat forming on my pillow.

“What’s wrong, dear? Can’t stand the taste of your own medicine? I distinctly remember you tickling me, just like this. Could it be that you did so because you knew, if done on you, it would be simply unbearable? You’re already a mess, and we haven’t even gotten to your other spots, yet.”

Like a comedian pausing for effect, he stilled his fingers, grinning deviously.

“YOU’RE KIHIHIHLLLING MEHEHEHE!” I cried, finally able to somewhat form a sentence, though the tickle persisted long after he had stopped.

Avery laughed reactively – his big laugh, the one that I loved so much. My exposed, trembling tummy filled with butterflies.

“Would it be such a bad thing to die laughing?” He joked tenderly, leaning down to place a feather-light kiss on my tummy. Then he reached up, brushing the damp hair from my forehead. “Do you need a break?” 

“...” 

Avery lowered his tone, leering over his glasses again. “Before you answer, just so you know: I’m taking those armpits for a spin, next.”

The fluster I experienced was so powerful and so immediate, I saw stars.

“Y-Y-Yes, I need w-water,” I choked, imagining how crazed I must look to him. He chuckled, leaving the room for a moment, and then returning with a bottle of water. With a hand on my back, he helped me sit up. The hands holding my wrists relaxed, but not enough to give me free range of motion. I shot him a quizzical glance.

“Oh, dewdrop… You didn’t think I was going to let you go, did you?” He taunted, gently cupping my chin as he poured the water into my mouth. 

I blushed furiously. 

It was difficult to drink, as I was trembling from head to toe, but I managed… somehow. He set the bottle on the nightstand, and then I was trapped again, arms aloft as Avery sat on my waist. 

He eyed me through his bifocals, a fingertip placed to his lips.

“Hmm… Under, or over your shirt?”

“What?!”

“Sorry, did I stutter? Under or over, Casper.” 

“I-I-I…” 

“What’s wrong, dear? Can’t you manage a simple, one-word answer~?”

My response was nothing but an incoherent whimper.

“Since it seems you’re feeling indecisive, I’ll choose for you. I choose under.”

“No! NO! AHAHAHahveery!”

He leaned forward, placing his fingertips on my bare lower ribs.

“Let’s just take a little trip, shall we? We’ll start right here.”

“NOHHOHOHO!”

“Then we’ll work our way upward, nice and slow…”

Avery walked his fingertips up my ribs, pausing now and then to wiggle into a soft spot.

“AAAAHAHA NOOO PLHEHEHEHEHASE!”

“You know, sometimes, it’s about the journey, not the destination… don’t you agree?”

His silky digits continued upward until they reached the top of my ribcage. I shook with laughter beneath him, my feet stomping the bed fruitlessly as my toes curled in desperation. I simultaneously dreaded and craved what was next.

“But, then again… it is nice to arrive, too~”

With that, he dipped his fingertips into each of my helpless armpits, scribbling gently into the bare hollows. 

“Tickle tickle tickle,” he lilted, grinning.

My response was a delirious, unintelligible shriek. In my mind raged a five-alarm fire, searing any coherent thought to ash. With what little movement my restraints would allow, I thrashed beneath Avery, my heart palpitating so fiercely I was afraid it would escape my chest. Tears streamed down my burning cheeks, heralding my third cry of the day.

“Oh, my god… Your previous laughs were hardly a giggle compared to this. Have I finally found a favorite spot, sweetheart? Are you just too ticklish under these arms? Goodness… I could hardly tickle you any more gently, but even this is driving you nuts!”

I couldn’t respond – the tickle was so intense, so overwhelming that all I could do was laugh in futility. I had no strength left to struggle; my body lay limp beneath Avery as he killed me softly with those silky, gentle fingertips, stroking merrily away under my arms, destroying any hope I had of stringing two thoughts together.

After what seemed like an eternity – but in reality, must have been less than ten minutes – Avery stopped. The pair of hands that were holding my wrists released me, but I hadn’t even the strength to put my arms down. His cool hand stroked my cheek as he chuckled affectionately.

“Well, now… How do you feel? Have you forgotten what it’s like to be anxious?” 

I sat up – tried to, anyway – and then collapsed back onto the pillow in a blissfully overstimulated huff. Avery started to giggle, which escalated to a delighted belly laugh.

“I’ll take that as a yes!” 

“Avery…” 

“Yes…?”

“If you don’t cuddle me – right now – I think I'm going to die.”

Still chuckling, he immediately enveloped me in his fluffy embrace, hugging me as if he were afraid someone would take me from him. I snuggled easily into his arms, cocooned in a heretofore unknown peace and safety. The last thing I heard was Avery’s characteristic lightning zap as the light flickered out; I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. 

[strayheartless]

Might do some with this later, but for now I just need it out of my head:

**general plot idea is that Cloud was taken as a subject for testing, because they thought he was forgettable. Zack noticed, but after years of searching they only find him when they’re instructed to aid the R&D department with an escaped sample.

Warning for: blood and gore, also Hojo death, though that’s not likely “upsetting” to anyone**

By the time they got to the lab the place is a massacre sight. Bodies strewn from one end of the burning room to the other; blood decorating the walls like some kind of perverse paint job. Angeal covered his nose and mouth against the smell of burned flesh; the scent nauseating in the extreme.

Next to him Sephiroth lowered Masumune slightly, coming out of battle stance. There was no need for it here, any threat they could have eliminated had been taken care of. Angeal wondered about the mess they would find further in and swallowed against another wave of nausea.

“He cannot have done this himself,” Seph muttered, toeing a body over to find that the hole in the bodies chest was more than an exit wound. Somebody had put their whole fist through the persons chest.

Genesis sheathed his blade and came to stand by the general.

“All evidence to the contrary,” he said and crouched to check another body for a pulse. Nothing. They were all dead it seemed.

A whimper of distress sounded behind Angeal and the man turned to look at Zack. The boy had brought up the rear, making him the last to witness the mess. He wondered if he should have kept him out of the room for this.

Zack stumbled forward a little at the sight, clapping his hands over his mouth more in shock than repulsion. There was no doubt repulsion was there, but the shock won out every time.

He shouldn’t be strong enough to do this, he thought. I’ve trained him. I’ve fought him. He… he couldn’t.

“What did they do to him?” He says out loud.

Genesis stands back up, and crosses to him. He places a hand on Zack’s hip and kisses his temple.

“We’ll find him pup,” he murmurs into Zacks hair. “I promise,”

“The question is, how exactly will we find him?” Sephiroth surveyed the area, looking for doors, openings, anything to indicate where the blonde had gone. “If I were to make an educated guess, I’d say he’s stronger than all of us. He will not be easily subdued.”

Zack flinched. “We can’t kill him!” He cried, “Seph please he’s probably terrified, he do-“

Angeal cut him off with a raise of his hand.

“We are not suggesting that Zack, Seph only meant it may be hard for him to realise he can trust us. We may need to knock him out.” He placed a hand at Zack’s back, placing a little pressure to get him moving.

Genesis took his hand too. It warmed Angeal to know that his lovers were finally finding their ground, even if it was in the wake of tragedy and terror.

Sephiroth led the way through the bodies to the large garage door at the end of the room. The buttons were tacky with blood. Sephiroth hoped for all their sakes it was a sign that they were on the right track.

Past the door lay a long hallway and a single trail of blood along the floor. He was hurt. They needed to hurry.

The emergency lights above them cast an eerie red haze in front of them, making the trail look almost black in the odd light. There little sound coming from in front or behind them, but Angeal suspected they would not be able to hear much anyway bast the blare of the intruder siren.

As they crept along the passage, they saw more and more clear signs that the person they were looking for had been here. Sticky red hand prints and broken boxes and carts littered their path. It was clear that he was growing panicked, frustrated even. But why had he turned from the exit? He had been so close, why turn back after you were basically home free?

The answer it seemed came when they came to the next set of doors.

“Beyond here is the stasis lab. It is where professor Hojo keeps his more… violent subjects.” Sephiroth placed his hand on the release lever.

“Lover,” Genesis whispered, “remind me to kill that vermin if we do not find him dead already.” Sephiroth huffed a humourless laugh.

“Duly noted.”

Seph pulled on the lever and the door went up. Angeal wished it had stayed shut.

In front of them was a scene worse than the one they had left behind. More blood than he thought it possible to be contained in the human body washed the floor like a tidal wave had sped through here; bodies were not just strewn, they were hung and dismembered. Some hanging from wires, some their clothes. All looking like there was not a fight they could put up that would have saved them.

And in the middle of it all…

Hojo.

He’d been strung up like he was crucified. A martyr. A criminal. The bringer of a new age.

Whoever had done this had clearly thought the irony amusing. Angeal shuddered.

“Do we cut him down?” Zack whispered, barely audible against the incessant wailing of the alarm.

Angeal turned to Sephiroth. The mans eyes were locked on the scene before him. Taking a step forward, he lay a hand on the generals back.

“Seph,” he said it like a question. It didn’t just mean are you alright, it meant it is your call, he is your tormentor, your father. Sephiroth took a deep breath.

“Leave him,” he croaked. “Why show honour to a man who did not afford others the same courtesy?” And with that he he looks away and kept walking.

The next room was not so horrific. A few monster remains, a few guns without owners. But nothing on the level of before. The further they got, the more distant the alarms became, until eventually they were nothing more than static.

Room upon room of medical chairs and equipment. Terminals with cracked screens and notebooks splattered with traces of blood.

The drag marks on the floor told them that he had dragged the bodies into that room. He had displayed them, proudly. Or was it a warning? Come closer and this is your fate, come closer and I will show no mercy…

We’re they really rescuing him at this point? What would they find further in? Angeal worried he would have to brake his promise to Zack and he could see from the grim set of his mouth that Genesis feared it too.

Again they traversed the hallways, again they found much of the same, until they came to the main stasis room.

Inside sat a large holding tank filled with Mako water. It gurgled away quietly into the silence of the room. Inside it floated what Angeal could only really describe as a large cat/dog looking thing. A flame was lit, inexplicably, at the end of its tail as if it were not submerged.

Yet it was the body in front of the tank that interested them the most.

He was slender, lean, and small. His vertebrae clearly defined without a curve to his back as he sat with his butt between his folded legs, like he’d crumpled rather than sat. He was covered in blood, but they’d expected that. Shaking slightly from the cold, as he sat in nothing but his underwear and panting from clear physical exhaustion.

Angeal watched cautiously as Zack let go of Genesis’s hand and crept forward. He poised himself to spring out and grab him if if the body were to attack. Next to him Genesis and Sephiroth readied their weapons.

Zack threw out a hand to stay them.

“Cloud?” He called softly. “Cloudy? It’s me, it’s Zack…”

No response. Not even a flinch at his name.

“It’s okay sunshine, we’re not here to hurt you. We just want to take you home.”

Nothing.

Zack crept forward, all but having to date himself to reach out and touch Clouds shoulder.

“Zack,” Angeal warned, and pulled buster off of his shoulder, ready for a fight.

Except Cloud only reached up to place a hand on the tank, leaving a tacky red mark on the glass.

“Get him out,” he whispered. Zack barely heard him.

“Cloud did you hear me?” He asked, not sure what Cloud would want with what was clearly one of Hojos pet projects.

“Get him out,” he said louder and Zack flinched at the change. “He’s just a kid, let him out! Let him out!”

Cloud was yelling now, banging on the glass, clawing at the seals futilely trying to get in at the thing.

Zack looks wildly back at them, springing them into action. Genesis and Sephiroth moved to the control panels, while Angeal replaced buster at his back and got ready to pull back the pressure seal.

“Levels steady, proceed with draining.” Gen commanded.

“Draining commenced, stand ready Angeal.” Sephiroth ordered. “Zack go and grab some sheets. Anything we can use to soak up the Mako.”

Zack hesitated, looking desperately between his lovers, Cloud and the tank. What was going on?

“Zack,” Seph snapped. “We will stay with Cloud, do as I’ve ordered.”

This gets him moving and Angeal returns his attention back to readying at the door. As the last of the Mako drains away, the sound of the airlock releasing hisses into the air.

“Now Angeal,” Genesis nods at him slightly, eyes still on the creatures vitals.

Angeal pulls. The door begins to roll open slowly, inch by inch.

On the floor Cloud has moved, clawing his way into the tank, getting toxic Mako directly on his skin, burning himself. But he doesn’t seem to care. He puts all his efforts into dragging the creature out, whispering a string of shhh I’ve got you’s and I’m sorry I came as fast as I could’s

Zack came bustling back into the room ladened with curtains and bed sheets from the medical wing next door. He collapsed next to Cloud quickly as the others crouched by them too.

Genesis grabbed a sheet and cast it over the lion like body. He began rubbing it against the fur roughly, soaking up the Mako as best he could. Angeal and Sephiroth moved to rub down his legs and mane.

“What is it?” Zack asked slightly stunned as he moved to wrap one of the bed sheets over Cloud who was petting at the things muzzle and whispering encouragement to wake up. He casts a hazy look at them all and it’s clear that everything that lay behind them was only half clouds conscious doing. Zack doubts he remembers his own name.

“He is is just a kid.” Cloud slurs somewhat, “and his name is Nanaki”

Zack holds up his hands in defence, “sorry, sorry. It’s just… how did you know he was here?” He leans forward to get a good look at Nanaki’s face.

“Gaia told me.” That pulled them all up short.

“What?” Genesis asked, leaning back to look at Zack’s friend.

“I can’t explain it,” Cloud slumped slightly and Angeal watched Zack hurry to support him. “I heard her in my dreams, when Hojo put me to sleep. She told me how to find him. She showed me his dreams.”

They all stared at him curiously. They were glad he was safe; that he was alive. But hearing the Goddess? What if Hojo had broken him irreversibly.

Cloud slumped further into Zack.

“I’m not- I’m n-not Lyin-“

He passed out.

****

Hm. What to do…?

[dragonflight203]

Next up on the DC Comics read list is Arkham Aslyum: Living Hell.

I saw many positive reviews for it and that it’s primarily a comedy, so it’s one I’ve been wanting to read for quite a while.

Comic

Title: Arkham Aslyum: Living Hell

Author: Dan Slott

Artist: Ryan Sook

Year: 2003

Overall Opinion

-Fantastic comic. Loved it. It’s the most tightly written of all the comics I’ve read so far and the one I’m most likely to reread.

Art

-Competent. It conveys what it’s intended to.

I like how the colors and style vary depending on the current thread of the story. Warren’s story, Blood’s story, and Humphrey’s are each very distinct.

General

-I could read an entire comic about the antics the inmates get up to and what the staff deals with.

I understand why people are disappointed by the hell arc. While enjoyable, the slice of life elements are the best part of the comi

-Inmates sharing cells at Arkham is canon!

Guard: “Thanks to some tax cutbacks, most inmates at Arkham have to share cells.”

-Moreover, Jonathan Crane and Edward Nygma are roommates!

I thought that was fanon. Love that it’s canon. And who the hell signed off on THAT combination?

-Arkham actually takes its security very seriously. The patients are just very, very dangerous.

Dr. Carver’s memorial service is held five times to avoid understaffing at the asylum.

If the card lock system is compromised, there’s a backup system using palm prints.

Knock out gas can be released through the asylum.

The emergency exit requires a palm scan, retinal scan, and voice print identification.

The last is probably a fire hazard, but I doubt Gotham’s fire department cares by this point.

-I was surprised at first that the card system is the primary security measure and the bio system the secondary.

Given that multiple patients had body parts to break through the bio system, however, I can see why. It encourages mutilating the staff.

-Dr. Arkham’s description of Arkham Aslyum sums it up well: “Arkham Asylum is not just any institution for the criminally insane. It’s the Ivy League of insanity. A ‘Harvard’ for Psychopaths.”

-It’s strongly implied that Dr. Arkham is keeping Warren in Arkham for revenge. He had a pension that Warren stole with his scheme.

-It’s implied Dr. Arkham may be able to help Humphrey more, but chooses not to since he’s useful to have around.

It’s also implied that the severity of Humphrey’s crimes means his release might not ever be approved, so it’s up for interpretation.

-The best way to inspire an Arkham guard to return is to promise them the ability to commit violence with impunity.

That’s… not desirable but I suppose Arkham is desperate.

Dr. Arkham to Cash after Killer Croc bit his hand off: “You can sit there and be a cripple… Or return to a job where it’s socially acceptable to cripple others.”

Cash to Greg after hell literally broke loose: “Way I see it, you can sit there and be a cripple. Or come back to a place where it’s all right to cripple others.”

-It’s repeatedly stated that nothing falls through the cracks at Arkham. Patients get a hold of the objects and will find a way to use them.

The best example of this is Cash’s left hand that Killer Croc bit off being preserved by a patient to use to break out when the emergency system is implemented.

Dr. Arkham: “Bits and pieces do not fall through the cracks here. They fall into the hands of the best, the brightest, and the sickest.”

-Of course Arkham has its own bat-signal.

And they can call on the National Guard for backup.

No one wants to deal with Arkham’s bullshit.

-There’s a parallel between Arkham Aslyum containing dangerous inmates and Akrham Aslyum containing demons.

On the mortal level Arkham Aslyum contains prisoners society rejects because they’re unfit (i.e., insane). The staff have great lee way to contain them by any means necessary.

On the immortal level, Arkham Aslyum contains demons hell rejects because they’re unfit (i.e., experience pity). Their warden (Etrigan) has great lee way to contain them by any means necessary.

At its core Arkham is always a prison. Something could be done with it being used to contain evil on the mortal level and good on the immortal level.

Plot

-This is a very well written story. There’s abundant foreshadowing and callbacks.

The plot does go Out There but within the context of the story it still makes sense.

-The judge can’t believe the insanity verdict for Warren.

It’s implied that an insanity plea in Gotham doesn’t automatically mean you go to Arkham; Warren’s lawyers react in shock when the judge specifies he’ll go there.

The judge just sent him to Arkham out of spite for (from his perspective) abusing the court system.

-How the hell did Warren not know what Arkham is before he plead insanity in Gotham? Why didn’t his lawyers warn him?

-I was completely fooled by Jane Doe! I started out liking Dr. Carver and was disappointed that she was corrupt.

Then she went to stab Warren and it was a WTF moment.

-And of course a key plot point is that some of the Arkham staff are corrupt. They’re willing to work with “Dr. Carver”, then later permit patients to visit each other after hours for bribes.

-When the riot occurs, most of the patients jut cut loose. (Why the hell does Edward swing from the ceiling light?)

Harvey and Joker, however, promptly break out. Very practical of them.

They’re also some of the rare patients to have their own cells. Coincidence?

-Dr. Arkham waking up because his night hasn’t been interrupted so far is funny.

It’s even funnier that he’s correct and there’s a riot occurring.

Apparently, taking a gun with him to Arkham when he’s suspicious is just SOP.

-Fantastic twist that the demons’ crime is that they weren’t pure evil. They pitied their prisoners and that’s why they were banished from Earth.

-Dr. Arkham refuses to believe hell literally broke loose and instead blames everything on Jonathan fear toxin (at Batman’s suggestion!).

Poor bastard gets three months in “the hole”.

Characters

-I love Dr. Arkham. He’s an asshole, but a competent one and doing his best to keep Arkham secure.

After Dr. Carver’s death: “You may be saddened by the loss of Dr. Anne Carver. Or angered that her murderer impersonated her for two months. Perhaps you’re embarrassed that this happened on our watch.

“While these feelings are understandable, they are not acceptable. An inmate was running our asylum. We cannot allow ourselves the luxury to pause for reflection.”

-When Dr. Arkham takes down Killer Croc with a tranquilizer he looks like a big game hunter.

-Dr. Arkham has a manipulative streak. He talked Cash back into his position as a guard, and when the power goes out he lets Cash leave through the vents to fix the generators before asking if anyone had a cell phone.

-Dr. Arkham uses Jonathan attempting to hang himself as an example one of the reasons why he’s been woken up at night. Has Jonathan actually attempted that? Or was it a feint as part of a break out attempt?

-Jonathan wanted to study Warren’s scream, so he stabs him with a fork to make him repeat it. Then he’s disappointed because it’s a scream of pain rather than fear.

He’s so awful. I love him.

-Patients are permitted to keep objects they need to function.

Edward keeps his mask – does he seriously need that or is that him just fucking with the system?

-Humphrey is very kind, and also incredibly broken.

Humphrey detailing his gradual breakdown: “But it was SOMETHING. And over time a little something can become that ONE thing. And you have to know WHY?!! Why does that happen to ME?!”

Humphrey to Warren after explaining how he took his grandmother apart and put her back together to fix her: “I think you’re the worst man I’ve ever met. And I just know if I give it my all, I can get in there and fix you!”

-Aaron Cash has a fantastic arc with overcoming his fear of Killer Croc and becoming the champion to save the Asylum. They even work in him coming to peace with the death of would-have-been love interest.

-Warren is a terrible person, and impressively stays one. His character arc is adapting to Arkham and establishing a place in it.

Nice twist on expectations – the obvious choice for an arc would have been making him a better person. Instead he literally makes a deal with Hell to ensure he’s not as poorly off as he could be when he inevitably goes there.

-Jason Blood/Etrigan is a fascinating character. Definitely not on the side of the angels, but his interests may at times align with humanity’s.

On the one hand he wants to prevent the demons from breaking out, which would be awful for the world.

On the other he’s willing to take extreme measures to do so, such as trapping the demons in people. Oh, and mind controlling people.

I’d like to see more of him.

-Poor Bullock. He was absolutely correct that Jason Blood/Etrigan was involved in murders – just not the murders he thought.

His reward was being mind controlled.

Note: Minor edits for formatting. Added Comic section.

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The Ultimate Escape Hatch: How Bitcoin Unlocks Personal Freedom

What if I told you there was a key that could unlock financial freedom, break geographical barriers, and empower you to live on your own terms—no gatekeepers, no permission required?

In a world where centralized control dictates much of our lives, Bitcoin emerges as the ultimate escape hatch. It provides a way to opt out of broken systems—whether it’s fiat financial control, geographical restrictions, or outdated ways of thinking. Bitcoin empowers individuals to reclaim freedom: financial, geographical, and intellectual.

Financial Freedom: Escape Fiat's Cage

The traditional financial system is built on a fragile foundation of fiat currency. Central banks print money endlessly, eroding purchasing power and penalizing savers through inflation. Debt, bailouts, and bank freezes have become normal events—all signs of a system teetering on the edge.

Examples of fiat failure:

Hyperinflation in Venezuela, Zimbabwe, and Argentina, where savings became worthless overnight.

Cyprus (2013): Bank accounts were frozen, and depositors' money was seized during a financial crisis.

Bitcoin offers an alternative. It is borderless, permissionless money that no government or institution can control. Unlike fiat, Bitcoin is deflationary, meaning its supply is finite. It rewards those who save, not those who spend recklessly.

You can send or receive Bitcoin anywhere in the world, instantly.

There are no intermediaries to block, freeze, or confiscate it.

Key line: "Bitcoin restores control of money to the individual, freeing us from the invisible chains of fiat dependence."

Geographical Freedom: A Borderless Passport

In many parts of the world, financial and geographical mobility is a luxury. Governments can freeze accounts, restrict capital flow, and force people to abandon their wealth. Bitcoin changes this.

Imagine fleeing an oppressive regime with nothing but a 12-word seed phrase stored in your mind. Your wealth travels with you. Whether you’re a refugee escaping war or a digital nomad working remotely, Bitcoin gives you the power to move seamlessly across borders without intermediaries dictating your access to resources.

Real-world scenarios:

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Digital nomads leveraging Bitcoin for borderless payments and savings.

Bitcoin empowers individuals to exit corrupt economies and build a better future wherever they choose.

Key line: "With Bitcoin, your wealth isn’t tied to a bank account, a government, or even a physical location—it’s tied to you."

Intellectual Freedom: Breaking the System’s Mental Chains

Fiat currency isn’t just a financial system—it’s a psychological one. Most people never question it. They accept inflation, debt, and centralized control as “just the way things are.” Bitcoin challenges this narrative.

When you learn about Bitcoin, you ask: What is money? This simple question rewires your understanding of value, savings, and sovereignty. Bitcoin fosters a mindset of low time preference: saving for the future rather than indulging in short-term consumption.

Bitcoin holders understand that:

Hard work and savings build long-term wealth.

Freedom requires independent thinking and action.

Bitcoin liberates you from the mental inertia of the old system and empowers you to think critically about the world.

Key line: "Bitcoin is more than money; it’s a mindset shift that liberates you from the intellectual inertia of the system."

Exit Without Asking for Permission

In the traditional system, freedom is granted conditionally. Banks decide whether you can access your money. Governments decide how you can move it. Corporations decide what you can say or do.

Bitcoin rewrites the rules.

It doesn’t overthrow the old system; it lets you exit it peacefully.

No gatekeepers. No permissions. Just you and the network.

Real-world examples:

Canada 2022: Protestors turned to Bitcoin after bank accounts were frozen.

Individuals in authoritarian countries use Bitcoin to bypass censorship and preserve their wealth.

Bitcoin offers an escape hatch for those willing to take control of their lives—financially, geographically, and intellectually.

Key line: "Bitcoin doesn’t overthrow the old system—it lets you exit it entirely, on your own terms."

Conclusion: Bitcoin Is Freedom

Bitcoin is not just a currency. It is a key to unlocking personal freedom. Financial sovereignty. Geographical mobility. Intellectual clarity. It empowers individuals to exit broken systems and live life on their own terms.

In a world where control is centralized, Bitcoin hands it back to you. But freedom is not given—it must be claimed.

Final punch: "Bitcoin doesn’t just offer freedom—it demands it. The question is: Will you take it?"

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The Puzzling Disappearance Of c

On July 24, 1997, around 9:30 AM, Steve left their home to go rock climbing with a friend. At that time, he was under the impression that Amy would be leaving later in the day to teach a fitness class after she completed a list of other tasks, such as buying home insurance and contacting the phone company. Once Steve returned home that evening, he realized that his wife had not. At first, it didn’t concern him, but as time passed, he began to worry.

Around 1:00 AM on July 25, 1997, two of their neighbors who had been searching potential jogging routes located her vehicle by the side of a road. While it was close to the entrance of a hiking trail, there was no sign of Amy.

Once investigators began looking around, they found various personal items left behind, such as her sunglasses, car keys, and a to-do list. The only thing that was missing was her wallet. Now, police officers were wondering if foul play was involved in her disappearance.

After the discovery of Amy’s vehicle, search efforts increased. Over time, more than 500 people would comb through a 20-mile radius. However, only one clue emerged: a footprint that seemingly resembled the types of sneakers that Amy typically wore. However, the print was lost before law enforcement officials could make an identification. And after eight days, the search ended.

As the investigation continued, Greg Wagner, a local store owner, stated that Amy had been there around 2:30 PM on the day she vanished. According to his eyewitness account, she had looked at her watch several times during her brief time inside the store and appeared to be in a hurry. After exiting, reports signified that she had then travelled to Shoshone National Forest in the Wind River Mountains to scope out the environment of an upcoming 10K run. Despite the timeline taking shape, no one could confirm that they had actually seen Amy on the route that day.

As the days turned into weeks, police began looking at those around Amy, including her husband. After searching the couple’s home, they discovered a range of suspicious journals, poems, and song lyrics that revolved around death, power, and killing. Some of the entries even spoke about “violence against women, and specifically, Amy.” At least one of the poems was about how you could theoretically go about hiding a body. During the initial investigation, officials asked Steve to take a polygraph test, but he refused.

A woman who had been camping in the area had also seen a man with a blonde woman in the passenger seat recklessly driving down a mountain road around the time of Amy’s disappearance. When asked, the witness confirmed that the blue pickup was Steve’s, but phone records indicated that he had been home at that time. Eventually, he stopped cooperating with authorities after being advised to do so by his attorney.

In recent years, some have started to speculate that Dale Wayne Eaton, commonly referred to as the Great Basin Killer, was behind her murder, as he was known to camp in the area where her car was discovered. At this time, her body hasn’t been recovered.

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Metro Station Near Me: Find Stations & Map Your Route with Metro

Navigating through bustling urban areas can often be a challenge, but metro systems provide an efficient and reliable way to get around. Whether you're commuting to work, visiting friends, or exploring a new city, finding the nearest metro station and planning your route is essential. Here's everything you need to know about locating metro stations near you and making the most of your Ahmedabad metro travel experience.

Discovering Metro Stations Nearby

Finding a metro station near you has never been easier, thanks to technology and traditional methods. Here are the most effective ways to locate your nearest metro station:

1. Use Google Maps

Google Maps is one of the most popular tools for finding nearby metro stations. Simply enter metro station near me into the search bar, and you'll instantly see a map with stations marked. It also provides detailed directions, travel times, and route options.

2. Explore Metro Apps

Many cities have dedicated metro apps designed to offer comprehensive information about their transit systems. These apps provide details on metro lines, station locations, schedules, and even fare calculators. Examples include:

Delhi Metro Rail app

London Underground app

NYC Subway app

3. Leverage GPS Navigation

If you're driving or walking, GPS-enabled devices and apps can guide you to the nearest metro station with turn-by-turn directions.

4. Ask Your Voice Assistant

Virtual assistants like Siri, Google Assistant, or Alexa can quickly help you find the closest metro station. Just say, "Find the nearest metro station," and follow the directions provided.

Offline Methods for Finding Metro Stations

While technology is highly convenient, offline methods can be equally helpful, especially if you're in an unfamiliar area without internet access.

1. Ask the Locals

Locals are often the best source of information. A quick inquiry with a passerby, shopkeeper, or security guard can point you in the right direction.

2. Follow Signage

Cities often place directional signs indicating the location of metro stations. These signs are commonly found near major roads, bus stops, or busy intersections.

3. Carry a Metro Map

Printed metro maps, available at most stations, are a handy resource for locating nearby stations and planning your journey. Keep one in your bag for emergencies.

Planning Your Metro Journey

After locating a metro station, planning your journey effectively ensures a smooth and stress-free travel experience. Here are some tips to help:

1. Understand the Metro Lines

Familiarize yourself with the city's metro network. Knowing the lines, interchange stations, and terminal stops can help you navigate efficiently.

2. Check Timings

Metro services operate on specific schedules, with frequency varying during peak and off-peak hours. Checking the metro timing in advance helps you avoid unnecessary waiting.

3. Purchase a Smart Card

Most metro systems offer rechargeable smart cards that make entry and exit faster. These cards often provide discounted fares compared to single-use tickets.

4. Monitor Service Updates

Stay informed about any disruptions, delays, or maintenance work that might affect your journey. Official metro websites and apps are great sources for real-time updates.

Benefits of Metro Travel

Metro systems are designed to cater to the needs of urban commuters. Here are some reasons why they are the preferred choice for millions:

1. Time Efficiency

Metro trains bypass road traffic, ensuring a faster commute compared to buses or cars during peak hours.

2. Cost Savings

With affordable fares and discounts available on smart cards, metros are a budget-friendly option for daily travel.

3. Environmental Benefits

Metro systems are eco-friendly, reducing carbon emissions and contributing to cleaner urban air.

4. Accessibility

Modern metro systems are equipped with facilities like elevators, ramps, and priority seating, ensuring inclusivity for all passengers, including those with disabilities.

Global Metro Systems Worth Exploring

Metro systems around the world offer unique experiences and play vital roles in their cities. Here are some notable examples:

1. Delhi Metro (India)

Known for its efficiency and cleanliness, the Delhi Metro connects vast areas of the National Capital Region, providing a lifeline for millions of commuters.

2. London Underground (UK)

The "Tube" is one of the oldest and most extensive metro networks in the world, connecting central London with its suburbs.

3. New York Subway (USA)

Operating 24/7, the New York Subway is an essential part of the city's identity. Its vast network ensures connectivity across all boroughs.

4. Tokyo Metro (Japan)

Renowned for its punctuality and advanced technology, the Tokyo Metro is a marvel of efficiency, serving one of the world's busiest cities.

Tips for Hassle-Free Metro Travel

To make your metro journey as smooth as possible, keep these practical tips in mind:

Travel Light: Carry minimal luggage to avoid inconvenience during crowded hours.

Mind the Gap: Always be cautious while boarding or alighting from the train.

Follow Rules: Adhere to metro regulations, such as no eating or drinking in trains and giving priority seating to those in need.

Stay Alert: Keep an eye on your belongings and be aware of your surroundings.

Why Metro Systems Are Essential

For urban commuters, metro systems are more than just transportation; they are an integral part of daily life. They offer a dependable and cost-effective way to navigate busy cities, reducing the stress of travel while saving time and money. Whether you're a daily commuter or a visitor exploring new places, the metro provides unmatched convenience and accessibility.

Conclusion

Finding a "metro station near me" is now a simple task thanks to modern tools and reliable offline methods. Once you locate your station, plan your journey efficiently to enjoy the numerous benefits of metro travel. As cities continue to grow and evolve, metro systems will remain a cornerstone of urban mobility, offering a sustainable and efficient solution for millions around the globe. So, the next time you need to travel, trust the metro to get you there swiftly and safely.

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Chapter 11 - The Winter Forest

This is a Christmas story told in 25 parts – with one chapter released each day of December ‘til Christmas. Enjoy!

Lolly landed the horse-drawn carriage in a large desolate clearing. While Keya exited the carriage elated to be back on solid ground, Santa and Lolly were stunned by their surroundings. This was not the Winter Forest that they had expected to see. The tall pine trees around them looked dead. The field only had small patches of snow scattered about, mingled with dirt. Perhaps the most surprising thing was the temperature. It was warm. George and Keya did not need the winter coats that Lolly had provided them.

“I thought you said that this was a magic forest?” George asked.

“It’s barely a forest”, Keya added, while fiddling with her broken phone.

“I don’t get it”, Lolly said, looking around bewildered. “This place is normally piled up with snow. It’s normally freezing cold. And the trees are normally, you know, alive.”

“Sable must have done this”, Santa signed to George, who was carrying the globe. “But I don’t understand how.”

“Ugh!” Keya grunted at her phone. “I’ve tried my parents, grandma, friends, randoms. Calling, texting … nothing works.” 

She held out the phone to George. 

“Do you want to try anyone?”

He shook his head and turned his attention to his feet. Keya realised that a kid in a shelter probably did not have a big contact list and it was probably rude to draw attention to it.

Luckily, Lolly stumbled into a ditch, breaking the tension.

“Ouch!”

While Keya jumped into the ditch to help the elf, George was taken aback by its peculiar shape. The ditch was a gigantic footprint. Whatever creature had made this mark must have been enormous. 

“Who did that?” George asked Santa, unsettled.

“Frosty”, Santa signed in reply, peering down at the footprint.

George’s eyes widened. This Frosty person we are looking for is a giant?

Before George could ask more questions, something dark and hazy appeared around the globe, blocking his view of Santa. The vague obstruction had materialised from nowhere, but quickly became clearer. George saw two large, wrinkled hands with long, thin fingers clasping the globe. The hands quickly tightened their grip and yanked the item from George in one swift upward motion.

“No!” the boy shouted desperately. “Stop!”

When he looked up, George saw a frightening ape-like creature towering over him with piercing green eyes. Her long limbs and spindly body were covered in ragged white fur.

The creature ran off between the trees, vanishing into thin air, from where she had emerged, but leaving a trail of dust and footprints (much smaller than the one left by Frosty) as she raced away.

George, Keya and Lolly had no time to think. They ran as fast as they could in pursuit, but keeping up with the thief was difficult. Her footprints were hard to see in the dark. With every misstep, the children and elf were scratched and stabbed by the lifeless branches shooting out from the trees around them. 

Making matters worse, the deeper they ran into the forest, the stranger everything became. George noticed that the creature was running in the same direction as Frosty’s footprints. Those prints were becoming more erratic, as if Frosty had been going in circles at certain points.

Lolly noticed something else.  The trees around them were not only dead, but often torn out from their roots and ripped apart. It seemed that Frosty - this mammoth creature who Santa hoped could protect them - had been in a scramble, knocking down trees, running for his life. 

Perhaps strangest of all, as she ran, Keya could hear a church bell.

DONG! DONG! DONG!

The girl had no idea where the sound was coming from but it was unmistakable, echoing loudly throughout the forest.

The ringing only disappeared into the distance after the ground beneath them took a sudden, steep drop. Keya, George and Lolly did not see it coming and tumbled into what appeared to be a gigantic crater the size of a football field. George and Lolly landed on snow. Keya landed on a jagged rock.

“Argh!”

The girl’s knee was badly cut from the fall. Blood poured onto the rock beneath her.

Lolly rushed over to help Keya. Elves are good in a crisis, always looking for ways to fix things. She dipped into her hat, pulled out bandages and began wrapping it around the girl’s leg.

George was frozen in place. He was staring at her wound. Haunted. Shaking. Traumatised.

Keya did not understand the grave look on his face. He was transfixed and horrified. Even though she was the one in pain, Keya felt the need to comfort the scared-looking boy.

“It’s OK”, she offered. “It’s just blood.”

George did not seem comforted. As he stared at the blood, however, he noticed it drip from the rock and onto white. Unlike the rest of the forest, the crater was somehow filled with thick snow. The temperature in the crater was cooler too, causing steam to leave their mouths as they huffed and puffed from exhaustion. The crater looked desolate, except for something glowing brightly at its centre. The curious sight managed to snap George out of his fixation on the blood.

Lolly and the two children cautiously approached the light. They discovered that its source was a beautiful Christmas tree - not one cut down and put in a pot, but rooted in, and growing from, the snow-filled Earth. It had plump healthy green foliage, unlike the bare corpses of pine trees looming over them on the outskirts of the crater. The tree glowed because its decorations were thousands of small twinkling lights.

Keya and George were confused. The tracks of the creature who stole the globe were present in the snow but ended at this tree. Why did her footprints stop here? And who would decorate such a wonderful Christmas tree in the middle of an empty forest?

Lolly appeared to have answers. She reached into her hat and, after some fumbling, pulled out a small brass piccolo. When she blew on it, a soft humming noise came out and the lights in the trees began flickering in response.

Then, the lights rose from the branches and began flying towards the elf. The air was now filled with a rainbow of colours. As these specks of light flew closer to Keya and George, the children realised that these were not inanimate Christmas decorations as they had assumed moments ago. They were Christmas fairies.

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Why Night Glow Exit Signage Are Commonly Used At Various Streets.

The night glow exit signage is designed for emergencies they produce light at night and absorb light during the day. They increase visibility and shine. They are created on both ACP and sunboard. The exit signs also come with LED exit signs. These signages are made by Star Lite. You can get them in bulk. Our products are quality-driven and at the best price. The night glows are made in bulk. They are printed and then pasted on the sheet. The exit signs are very important for safe exits in case of dangerous hazards. Exit signage is very popular because they are used everywhere where there is a need to ensure safety for people.

The Importance of Using These Night Glow Exit Signage.

The night glow exit is lightweight.

They are durable and weather-resistant.

They are used for emergency purposes. 

The night glow exits are used for safe exits.

The night glow exits increase visibility at night.

They can easily absorb light during the day.

The nightglow signage is pasted on walls.

They are suitable for any surface.

These night glow signage come in both ACP and sunboard.

The night glow exits are for visibility from a very far distance.

The night glow exit signage is mostly sold by our company Star Lite. They are the manufacturers of night glow signage. We are the wholesaler and manufacturer of many signages including led exit signage. You can buy various signage products. The night glow exit signage is designed on software, printed on a quality machine, and then pasted on an ACP sheet and sun board, respectively. They are all sold all across India.

Benefits of Night Glow Exit Signage.

They are night glow exit signage and glow at night.

They provide visibility in the dark.

These are easily be seen from a very far distance.

The night glows are used to highlight important information.

They protect you from dangerous hazards.

The night glow exit signage is reasonable and affordable.

The night glow signage is printable.

They can be pasted very easily with double tape

These night glow signage are sold in bulk.

The night glow signage is exported all over India.

Where Can You Buy Night Glow Exit Signage In India?

The night glow exit signage is manufactured by a very well-known company Star Lite. They are wholesalers and suppliers of signage. Our company is also known as signved. As our website is signved you can get various products on our website related to signages. We provide you with products all over India. The night glow exit signage is made by our skilled workers. We provide you with premium quality products. The price of our signage is very reasonable and affordable.

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 Fluorescent Pigments: Illuminating the Future with Aron Universal

Fluorescent pigments have revolutionized various industries with their vivid, bright colors and unique properties. At Aron Universal, we are at the forefront of this vibrant revolution, pushing the boundaries of what these pigments can achieve. This article delves into the fascinating world of fluorescent pigments, their applications, and how Aron Universal is leading the charge in innovation and quality.

 What are Fluorescent Pigments?

Fluorescent pigments are specialized compounds that emit visible light when exposed to ultraviolet (UV) light. Unlike traditional pigments that reflect light, fluorescent pigments absorb light at one wavelength and re-emit it at another, usually longer, wavelength. This re-emission of light results in the bright, eye-catching colors that make fluorescent pigments so popular.

The basic science behind fluorescence involves the absorption of photons by the pigment molecules, which then get excited to a higher energy state. As these molecules return to their ground state, they release energy in the form of visible light. This process is incredibly efficient, allowing fluorescent pigments to produce very bright colors even under low-intensity UV light.

 Applications of Fluorescent Pigments

The unique properties of fluorescent pigments make them ideal for a wide range of applications. Here are some of the key industries where these pigments are making a significant impact:

 1. Textile and Fashion Industry

Fluorescent pigments are widely used in the textile and fashion industry to create bold, eye-catching designs. From neon sportswear to high-fashion runway pieces, these pigments add a dynamic element that makes garments stand out. The ability to glow under UV light also makes them popular for party wear and rave outfits, where lighting conditions enhance their vividness.

 2. Advertising and Signage

In advertising and signage, visibility is key. Fluorescent pigments ensure that signs and advertisements are noticeable from a distance, even in low-light conditions. Billboards, posters, and point-of-sale displays often use these pigments to attract attention and convey messages effectively. The high visibility offered by fluorescent colors is particularly useful for safety signs and emergency exits.

 3. Paints and Coatings

Fluorescent pigments are extensively used in paints and coatings for various purposes, including automotive, industrial, and decorative applications. In the automotive industry, they are used for custom car paints and detailing, giving vehicles a unique and striking appearance. In industrial settings, fluorescent paints are used for safety markings and highlighting hazardous areas.

 4. Printing and Packaging

In the printing and packaging industry, fluorescent pigments are employed to create attractive and distinctive designs. They are used in packaging to grab consumer attention on store shelves, making products stand out among competitors. Additionally, these pigments are used in security printing to prevent counterfeiting and ensure product authenticity.

 5. Plastics and Polymers

Fluorescent pigments are also added to plastics and polymers to produce brightly colored items. From children's toys to household items, these pigments provide an extra layer of aesthetic appeal. Their use in safety equipment, such as high-visibility vests and helmets, enhances visibility and safety.

 Aron Universal: Pioneering Fluorescent Pigment Technology

At Aron Universal, we pride ourselves on being industry leaders in the development and production of high-quality fluorescent pigments. Our commitment to innovation and quality ensures that we provide our clients with pigments that meet the highest standards of performance and safety.

 Research and Development

Our dedicated R&D team is constantly exploring new formulations and techniques to enhance the properties of fluorescent pigments. This includes improving colorfastness, brightness, and environmental sustainability. By staying at the cutting edge of pigment technology, we ensure that our products meet the evolving needs of our clients.

 Quality Assurance

Quality is at the core of everything we do at Aron Universal. Our fluorescent pigments undergo rigorous testing to ensure they meet stringent quality standards. This includes testing for color consistency, durability, and safety. Our state-of-the-art manufacturing facilities are equipped with the latest technology to produce pigments that are both high-quality and cost-effective.

 Environmental Responsibility

We are committed to sustainable practices in the production of our fluorescent pigments. This includes minimizing waste, reducing energy consumption, and using eco-friendly raw materials wherever possible. Our goal is to produce pigments that not only meet the highest standards of performance but also contribute to a sustainable future.

 Future Directions in Fluorescent Pigments

The future of fluorescent pigments is bright, with ongoing research and development opening up new possibilities. Some of the exciting areas of exploration include:

 1. Advanced Security Features

Fluorescent pigments are being developed with advanced security features for use in anti-counterfeiting measures. These include pigments that change color under different lighting conditions or those that can be detected using specialized equipment. Such innovations are crucial for protecting valuable products and ensuring authenticity.

 2. Smart Textiles

The integration of fluorescent pigments into smart textiles is an emerging field. These textiles can change color or glow in response to environmental stimuli, such as temperature or light. This has potential applications in fashion, sportswear, and wearable technology.

 3. Biomedical Applications

In the biomedical field, fluorescent pigments are being explored for use in imaging and diagnostic tools. Their ability to emit light makes them useful for highlighting specific areas in medical imaging, improving the accuracy of diagnoses.

Conclusion

Fluorescent pigments are transforming industries with their vibrant colors and unique properties. At Aron Universal, we are dedicated to advancing this technology through innovation, quality, and sustainability. Whether it's creating striking fashion pieces, enhancing safety, or developing new security features, our fluorescent pigments are illuminating the future in exciting ways. As we continue to explore new applications and improve our products, the possibilities for fluorescent pigments are limitless.

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Enhancing Workplace Safety: The Importance of Custom Safety Signs

At Elabelling Solutions, we understand the paramount importance of Safety Signages in any workplace. Our mission is to provide businesses with top-notch Custom Safety Signs tailored to their unique needs, ensuring a safer environment for employees and visitors alike. With a commitment to quality, innovation, and customer satisfaction, Elabelling Solutions is your trusted partner in safety signage solutions.

Our extensive range of Custom Safety Signs encompasses a diverse array of options, from hazard warnings to mandatory instructions, designed to effectively communicate critical safety information. Whether you operate in manufacturing, construction, healthcare, or any other industry, our customizable signs are crafted to meet your specific requirements, seamlessly integrating with your existing safety protocols.

What sets Elabelling Solutions apart is our dedication to precision and customization. We recognize that every workplace has its own set of hazards and safety regulations. That's why we offer bespoke solutions that address your unique needs, ensuring maximum effectiveness in risk mitigation. Whether you need personalized signage for high-risk areas, instructional signs for equipment operation, or directional signs for emergency exits, we have you covered.

At the heart of our approach is a focus on clarity and visibility. We employ high-quality materials and cutting-edge printing technology to produce Custom Safety Signs that are not only durable but also highly visible, even in challenging environments. With bold graphics, vivid colors, and clear text, our signs grab attention and convey important safety messages at a glance, minimizing the risk of accidents and injuries.

Elabelling Solutions takes pride in our commitment to compliance and safety standards. Our team of experts stays abreast of industry regulations and best practices to ensure that our Custom Safety Signs meet or exceed all relevant standards, including OSHA requirements. You can trust that when you choose Elabelling Solutions, you're investing in signage solutions that prioritize safety and legal compliance.

In addition to our standard offerings, we also provide custom design services to cater to your unique branding and messaging needs. Whether you want to incorporate your company logo, specific colors, or custom text, our talented design team will work closely with you to bring your vision to life. With Elabelling Solutions, you're not just getting off-the-shelf signage – you're getting bespoke solutions that reflect your brand identity and safety culture.

Partnering with Elabelling Solutions for your safety signage needs means more than just purchasing products; it means gaining a trusted ally in your quest for workplace safety. Our dedicated customer support team is always ready to assist you, whether you have questions about product selection, customization options, or installation guidance. We're here to ensure that your experience with us is smooth, seamless, and ultimately, contributes to a safer work environment.

In conclusion, when it comes to Safety Signages and Custom Safety Signs, Elabelling Solutions stands out as a leader in quality, customization, and customer satisfaction. With our comprehensive range of customizable solutions, commitment to compliance, and dedication to excellence, we're here to help you create a safer workplace for everyone. Choose Elabelling Solutions for all your safety signage needs, and experience the difference that personalized safety solutions can make.

For more information visit our website: https://elabellingsolutions.com/

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