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thoughtfullyrainynightmare · 1 year ago

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Cover art by @/crazycookiemaniac

Summary: The strings of Fate continue to twist and turn and wind in a rather odd manner. It's almost like the fate of the world would be dependent on just a few of the threads. Is there a chance to affect the way they are woven together? And how about the formerly so happy couple? All they carry of the other as of now, is the tender, but bittersweet emotions in their hearts, along with the rings on their fingers. Rings, which held a spell.

Pairing: Fuegoleon (CC) x Solara (OC) Fanfic type: Book/long fic Warnings: Mostly canon typical content, the battle/war themes are there, angst, Fue's fear manifests as anger (he's only human, after all), Solara is still pregnant so themes of pregnancy

Tag list: @succulentsunrise @loosesodamarble

A/N: Three months later... I wanted to see where canon progresses, but decided to make some decisions of my own in the end anyhow. Hope you like them (nyehehhee).

Word count: ~3.6k

Chapter 6: The Rings

‘Tis curious... It’s as if the Seer is no more. The string is awfully thin... Like all else. So, I wonder... I wonder if ... I wonder what’s in that room, beyond the mirror. The passage. She’s always looking at me through it, but I think there’s something behind her. Not that she ever spends more time there. But I think... there is something in there.

I wonder what it is... for ever since I was... how old was I? When I came here? Decided that it’s best to observe. To be an observer, rather than a Seer. Which, perhaps... Perhaps it’s what the researchers of Old Micah were supposed to be. To watch, but not tinker and toil.

Though the bells are awfully annoying.

Maybe they could hear the bells too and just wanted them to shut up.

Though sister... sister says that she can’t hear anything wrong with them. That some hear the bells, but hear nothing wrong about how they play. If you call that as playing. The blasted bells. They drill into my very soul. At times.

Maybe they drilled into the souls of the scientists too. And that’s why they drew the strings, and ventured too close. Trying to tinker with them. Temper with the threads that shouldn’t be tempered with.

And thus were no more... Nothing but a whisper. A distant memory for only those who are able to remember them. Their lair being nothing but ruins, hidden behind forcefields in fear of it taking place again. Another one breaking through because someone played an off note with the strings.

She half scoffed; half chuckled.

Or weaved them the wrong way. Since ... though I... perhaps it’d be better to call them as weavers. I’m not one, despite being like a spider caught in a web. Or... at least feeling like one. Though maybe spiders don’t feel trapped inside their own creations.

And since this isn’t my creation, I think that a spider isn’t a fitting description after all.

But... then... what does it make me? What am I?

I’m not a Seer, Weaver or ... Or... anything that there are supposed to be. I just exist.

Just exist and watch as the threads turn and twist, helpless as ever. Though. What would it affect me? If they’d cease to turn. If they’d... become tangled in a way like never before? What would it affect me? I am here, without a burden on my consciousness. For if I ever do nothing, then how could I be guilty of doing anything wrong?

Though sister is adamant that I do something, because choosing to do nothing is as bad as doing something wrong. While she also agrees that sometimes it’s best to mind one’s own business. Take care of her queendom and let others do as they will. Because others existing as they do, while not bothering us is... they might exist differently than we do, but it’s not inherently wrong in any way.

However... the twisting and the turning that’s taking place... Never did I think that so many threads could be affected by one path... two paths... Or maybe... It’s hard to tell.

The threads are awfully small and wound together where I can see them.

But still. They’re tied to awfully many places, and the web seems like it’s crumbling. Falling apart.

So maybe... but I couldn’t.

No one is to touch the threads. That is a Law.

One that the researchers of Old Micah learned the hard way.

No mortal hands are to touch the threads as they are.

But that makes me wonder... how would one then affect the twisting and the turning? Perhaps with a tool? That is how the scientists made it possible to weave into the net. With a set of tools that allowed them to touch threads that weren’t meant to be touched.

However... that doesn’t mean that there wouldn’t be a tool that wouldn’t allow for it. To take a hold and play the bells, attached to the threads. Or even... maybe if you connect something to the threads, and touch those instead of touching the threads themselves?

I wonder...

Her head turned towards the mirror, the pathway and the thin sheet of something she couldn’t name, which existed between that place and another. A place from where her sister gazed to her every once in a while. And for reasons that were lost even from herself, she couldn’t turn her eyes away.

I wonder what’s in that room...

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The art of crafting a wedding band is delicate and precise work. After all, the piece of jewellery is meant to be worn around one’s finger for the rest of the days they have on this earth. And thus, it should be both durable and stylish; something that fits the person carrying the ring itself.

Designing such a piece takes time, let alone execute the craftmanship. Especially while working with a fragile material such as a leaf from the Tree of Binding Fates.

It was long, long time ago discovered that the material, which becomes hardened after falling off, could be used in jewellery or other memorabilia. But considering the significance of the ritual, it seemed only logical to incorporate such a fine material, add a fine detail, to a piece of jewellery as important as a wedding band. It in itself would already make the pair of rings unique, because no one else would have the same leaf, the same pattern, of the same shape and size and weight, as the one that The Tree served the couple. Perhaps one might find similar ones. Even hauntingly similar, while looking at older rings, preserved and kept intact for future generations to see and admire. Because surely love is something to admire. To read about the joys and sorrows the couple held, while looking at the rings, which were still there, as if to prove that the couple had existed, once upon a time.

The old man, in Thea, working for the [Lil’ Old Jeweller] had been doing what he knows best for 55 years already, in that very same shop, which was founded by his great-grandfather with no greater aspirations than to simply do a good job. It had been his wish to do an honest day’s work, in a manner that he could be proud of.

The old man could remember his grandfather having told how his father had felt rather silly while putting the word ‘old’ into the sign while opening, but he had felt that it added a certain charisma to the name. However, the word had grown true to itself, as the shop had gained popularity.

The old man could remember when his grandfather had gotten his first job with a request to add a leaf from The Tree, and how nervous he had been. Because it wasn’t just any material, it was something that couldn’t be replaced. So, he had started by chipping off only a portion of the leaf in hopes of being able to chip off another piece if he failed on the first try. And the method had proved to be successful. There had even been only a handful of occasions when a new piece had needed to be chipped off the leaf, because as the old man, his father, and grandfather, had all noticed, the work took shape around the leaf piece.

There was always a hint of a kind, along with having spoken to the couple, most of them easy to talk to, and some seeming more like they’d be the end of each other than the love of each other’s lives, about how the rings should look like. One had to work with the ring, instead of having to make the ring work for oneself. That was one of the things he had hoped to have gotten across to his daughter, who had taken an interest in adding leaves, actual leaves and flowers into the rings as well. Encase them in resin or alike material, along with the leaf from The Tree. And she seemed to do good job. Her customers seemed happy. Which was enough for him. He might not have understood the fascination, because when he thought about a ring, he thought of silver and gold, fine elements of the earth, along with gems and the leaf.

But he was already an old man. And he supposed that it was alright. Time went on, and his daughter also had the skill of listening. The old man had thought himself to have held the gift of seeing too, but upon watching the pieces his daughter made, he thought himself to have only a narrow view of seeing.

Though the daughter said their ways of seeing to simply have been different. There was no right or wrong, as long as you work with the couple, and do a good, honest day’s work.

The old man had been pleased with this answer. Perhaps that was all there was to it.

And so, the old man would continue doing his work, with the couples, the leaves and the pieces of metal, embedding the magic of the leaves of The Tree into a piece of jewellery that was worn on the ring finger of the left hand, from where there was a straight path to the heart.

Sometimes he would think how many utilize the magic that was embedded into the ring. Perhaps not quite many, because it could be used only once, and it wasn’t that often one held such a desperate need to get to one and another instantly. Especially if it was only once. Though he could always make a new ring, with the remainders of the leaf. None just seemed to think of it. Or then it wouldn’t be the same, because you only, really, get married to one person once in your life. At least... in most cases.

It was also possible that many simply... forgot about it. Put if off as just some ol’ wives tales and went on with their lives.

He also went on as to speculate that some might have thought the spell, or the mana, to activate to have needed something grand. A specific set of words that would wind into a sentence that would bring one to their loved one, or vice versa, for after all, the door swung both ways. But in reality, what was required, was rather simple.

Another thing he thought that many forgot, because more didn’t use it. And those that, perhaps, remembered it, deemed it invasive to simply yank one’s beloved to them away from whatever it was. Especially, again, since the spell could be used only once. And would give away to this one little ace in one’s sleeve. Not that it was so special that other nations couldn’t have come up with it and used it for themselves.

But, during times of trouble, he also found himself thinking if people, who once upon a time had sat there, in the small seating area of his shop, talking to him about their wishes for the rings, eyes full of love and hope for the future, had found themselves falling out of love. After all, it was not always love that bound people’s fates together. So, it was possible, that somewhere down the road, what had brought the couple together, drove them apart. And thus, the magic that existed in the rings was left unused.

Luckily, those thoughts, those moments, were scarce. And more often than not, he found himself smiling while thinking back to all of the encounters he had with the brides and grooms to be. Every story different from the other. But the smiles and the gazes, the tender, subtle displays of affection, they he could recognize. Even if they all harboured a special flare of their own, no matter how similar one might have thought them to be based on a glance. And the similarities, he had found, stretched far beyond the borders of nations.

For a while he had nearly forgotten it. During the years that it had been only Thean couples that came to see him. But one of the latest couple he found himself thinking more than any other for a while. Perhaps because of how much they had been talked about. Because of what was achieved, essentially because they had been the driving force for the borders opening and new alliance forming.

He had thought that maybe he shouldn’t have been so surprised to find them, sitting across the table from him. But. He had been.

However, the surprise and the wonder had faded away as he looked at them smile. As he smiled because they smiled, and because the smile was contagious.

He hoped that the couple would never need to use the magic of the rings. He hoped that they could be happy and content; spend the days of their lives, together.

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The smooth surface of his wedding band, which hid a pattern, as if flames, on the inner surface of it. He let his thumb grace the piece of metal, which spoke of a promise. A shared vow between two lovers, during a time that had been filled with... hope... More hope. A time that had been joyous and had made his flutter in the best of ways.

And he could remember... how it had been her fingers gracing over that surface of his wedding band. He could remember, how her fingers had trailed up his arm to play with his hair. How she whispered gentle nothings to his ears, or how she’d giggle, burst into a laugh because of something silly that he couldn’t even remember anymore. He just remembered the laugh.

He remembered how beautiful she had been.

He wondered how he had been blessed. Even for such a short while. A passing moment. A breath.

That’s how it felt, even if they had been together for years. Despite having been the best years of his life, they had been over in a blink of an eye. Too soon. Too quick.

Though he wasn’t sure if even a lifetime had been long enough of a time. But that was all the time he had; all the time she had. A lifetime.

It was just a shame that his lifetime would end up being shorter than hers. Not that he would have willed it any other way; for hers to be shorter than his.

And for a moment, he had to wonder if it had been only a dream. Something his mind had concocted during his coma, which he wished to believe with his entire being.

But... it hurt too much for it to have been a mere dream. The golden threads of fate, spun into ropes, were wound tightly around his still beating heart, which he hoped would carry his affection to her. He hoped that she could hear him, feel him, there, until he wouldn’t be. And perhaps, even after that.

He wished that she knew his last thoughts to be of her. Even when the battle was raging around him. Even as the end was nearing.

Something seemed to have caught the angels’ interest, perhaps a squad, or another captain. He wasn’t sure. But he had seen Yuno upon a glimpse, battling Lucius. He almost sure that he had seen Noelle too, which meant that the Bulls had returned. Perhaps that was why the angels seemed to have found something else of interest than the civilians, for the most part. Which allowed him to look around. Gaze around the area that surrounded him, rather than fire spells haphazardly at the enemy all around.

And what he saw, did anything but shed hope into him. If there had been much to begin with.

But the thing was, as a knight, he couldn’t give in; give up, turn his back on the sacrifices of his knights. He owed it to them. He owed it to the citizens of Clover. And, he felt that he owed it to his family. To stand his ground and be the man that he had tried to be, all his life.

He didn’t think himself to be afraid. Not anymore. He didn’t think himself to be angry, or sad... He didn’t know what he thought himself to be. If he was anything but a pawn in a game that seemed fixed. He knew that he had preached about the dangers of hesitating, freezing up; doing anything but steeling oneself.

He had learned that the hard way.

And yet, he found himself placing, again, his thumb over his wedding band, and thinking of her.

I wish... that we could have been together. This was our choice, and it was... the right ... choice. But still... I wish that... you’d be here.

However... as his mind formulated the thought, the words, the gentle, genuine confessions of his heart into a manifestation, he didn’t think the gilded string of fate, bound into ropes, to be listening. He didn’t remember the little spell, not in the pendant around his neck, but in the ring around his finger.

The little spell where the door swings both ways.

And the magic, the first spark of mana was so faint that he almost missed it. Almost, but not quite.

It was just enough for his gaze to fall onto the small piece of precious metal, which now glowed a gilded, reddish glow, which reminded him of the leaf from The Tree, the rest of which was still in their room.

The glow was followed by a flash of light. Golden threads coiling around what looked like a small, tender, summer sun.

Perhaps, in another time, in another place, he would have thought it to be beautiful. Perhaps, but now, it chilled him right down to his very bone, because it meant something he didn’t wish to comprehend. Something he didn’t want to understand; believe.

He couldn’t believe it.

He didn’t want to believe it.

Never would he have thought that seeing her, would have equalled his worst nightmare. But now, as it did, all he could do, was stare at her. Eyes wide open, pupils constricted and locked onto her.

This… can’t be…

“Are you hurt?” She asked, as if that had been a reasonable question. The first thing she asked, as her eyes met his, her arm moving to her other, to do... something... but he didn’t register half of it. He could only think about the question.

As if it had been a reasonable question…

As if…

She was wearing an armour, and though it wasn’t… one that he could recall, it still… wasn’t enough. The thick plate around her stomach seemed only as a thin veil over what was more than a target to an enemy.

“Honey?” She asked, eyes full of worry, sorrow, but still with a soft fondness in them that was far too gentle for a place like this.

Place that was worse than the Underworld, worse than hell. Because even in hell are only those worthy of the punishment cast upon them. And here, it was mostly those … who were not.

“What… are you doing here…?” He could hear himself asking from her, through the haze and the deliria.

For a moment he had to consider that he had died, and this was but a fever dream. A horrid, twisted concoction of his mind during his final breath.

“I... was drawn to you,” she replied, looking at her ring. Yet another horrid statement.

Though… perhaps… in another life, another time, he would have deemed it soft and sweet, a promise fulfilled and so sacred that he couldn’t comprehend… But now, in its gentle caress lied thorns.

Oh how he wished they would have been mere thorns, instead of the soul carving, hollowing, burning, flooding sensation that sought to take over him.

A primal emotion. The primal emotion of fear, fluttered in him. But it came out as rage.

“What, are, you doing here?!” He shouted as his face twisted; teeth bared as if canines to ravage flesh.

“I-, came to-”

“WHY ARE YOU HERE?!” He yelled again, jaw clenched and overtaken by a flood from within him.

“I… You...” she managed, before his right hand grabbed his left, fingers twisting onto his wedding ring.

“GET. OUT!” He yelled, slamming the ring, embedded with a leaf from the Tree of Binding Fate, onto the pavement of the Capitol. It clicked against the stones under them as the only sound she heard.

It might have been but a small, ringing sound of metal against stone, but the faint sound, was the loudest thing she could conceive.

And with it, she could feel her heart sinking in her chest. As if punched, her organs pushed all the way to her back.

As if a slap in the face.

And all she could do, was stare at that ring, as it rolled away from her.

But she didn’t want to see it go, so, she reached forward with a motion that was heavy; trembling. And cast Gravity of the Sun with minimal effort in hopes that it’d come back as tears rolled down her cheeks in the middle of the Capitol where she sat, alone, on the cold harsh ground.

No choice that she could have made, was good. But somehow, this, felt the worst one she could have taken out of the options provided. To sit there, unsure of what to do.

And… what made it worse, was the fact that she could feel the little ones kicking in her stomach.

They’re so feisty… she smiled to herself despite the tears. Just like their father…

#black clover fanfiction #the vows we made #fuegoleon x solara #fuelara #oc x canon

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tachyon-omlette · 2 months ago

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For the ask game:

1, 11, and 17 (😎), for Eda!

1) Voice claim:

Every version of Eda has a different voice in my mind, & I don't have voice claims for all of them just yet. However, I do have some in mind:

> Aligned (Prime/RiD15) Eda could be voiced by Stellan Skarsgård

> Aurex (Unicron Trilogy) Eda could be voiced by Tig Notaro

11) Inspiration:

Eda's gone through a lot of changes since I first made him, so I'll highlight some of the key inspirations that stand out most to me..

> The first version of Eda I ever created was for Prime, since that was the first non-Bayverse continuity I'd explored & also the first depiction of Unicron I'd witnessed. I wanted to explore more about who and what Unicron was, and I equally wanted a character onto whom I could project and express my then-poor mental health.

> I had freshly emerged from a Steven Universe hyperfixation, so a fair amount of Eda's foundations came from there. His empath powers - especially his grief projections - were inspired by those of Blue Diamond; his desire to leave his past self behind and connect with humanity comes from Rose Quartz; his distaste for Cybertronians due to repeated abuses and conflicts comes from Lapis Lazuli.

> Many long-time friends of mine had great confidence in creating super-powerful characters where I did not, and encouraged me to cement Eda as a character even at the risk of making a "Mary Sue" - though I have since succeeded in killing the part of me that cringes.

> Eda's love for Quintus Prime was a result of my appreciation for their design & subsequent desire to explore their character beyond what little existed in the Covenant of Primus. I also wanted to explore how Eda differed from Cybertronians - who better to do so in-universe than the First Scientist, someone unrestrained by social stigma or biases?

17) Parenting style:

Funny you should be the one to ask.

> As @soundcrusher & I have already established, multiple incarnations of Eda care for her oc Flinch, and certain other Edas (Animated, for example) have many more youngsters to protect. He does his best to be a good parent, leveling with the children to understand their perspective and compromise with them where he cannot meet their desires. His tendency to overfocus on his inadequacies causes him to often overwork or overstress himself - and as Soundy well knows, the kids take his exhaustion as an opportunity to express how they love him & know they are loved in return.

#i don't have an asks tag yet #soundcrusher #maccadam #transformers oc #oc: eda of unicron

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the-cosmicbeans · 7 months ago

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New Project Announcement!

"Diamonds in the Dark" has been a huge comfort story for me. It has been going since I was 16 years old. I remember how much I felt bad for Fawful, and how I wanted to alter his story in Bowser's Inside Story. I also accidentally started shipping him with my alien OC, which went from being a silly joke to a ship that has been one of my biggest special interests of all time.

But the thing is... the more time has passed, more ambitious ideas have been popping in my head. I've been getting ideas to extend upon Vaphorians, give my OCs more depth etc.

And all of that made me realize how this story was growing beyond what Bowser's Inside Story originally was. So today, I'm here to announce a brand new project I've been working on through those past months...

And it's called "The Fawful Elite: Guiding Stars"! As you can tell, it has remained as a M&L story about Fawful and those other three folks.

Somwhere after BIS, Fawful finds himself in a different place called "the Sol Kingdom". While he didn't experience a complete memory loss, Fawful is unable to remember most things that happened in BIS. And on a top of that, he's constantly getting nightmares about scary dark spiders! Since nothing was helping, Fawful decides to set on a journey to find a garden with a very rare plant called "the Cosmic Plant". Its fruit is capable of healing any illnesses and curses, which our beanish man believed to have. During that long journey, Fawful meets new and familiar faces...

Now for some short character summaries!

1. Fawful

Most of us already know Fawful. He's an evil scientist, planning to conquer over the world! ... or does he? He would probably say that if he remembered what happened to him in the first place.

Fawful is an energetic beanish man with a huge self-confidence. Which could also lead him into potential dangerous situations. He loves to taunt and torment his enemies, but can get easily furious if something goes slightly wrong.

Despite everything he says, Fawful is actually pretty anxious about this situation. And all of that makes him feel a llittle lonely... but no, he's perfectly fine on his own! ... right?

2. Norin

A sassy Vaphorian with powerful magical abilities, who's also looking for the Cosmic Plant in order to heal his own "curse". Aside from their plans to travel through universe after obtaining the fruit, they don't like explaining why they need it. Would those plans change after meeting a strange beanish man?

And while she wasn't so fond of Fawful at first, the more the two spoke, the more Norin started to geniuinely like him and see him as a friend. But who knows if it won't blossom into something more?

Norin is usually pretty chill compared to Fawful. He enjoys pranking other people and, just like his beanish companion, loves to taunt them. This Vaphorian has a softer side to her though... and I'm not talking about her cat-like behavior she tries to hide almost everytime. They're very compassionate towards people they deeply trust.

Norin is a huge bot maniac, and loves seafood more than anything. His magic powers allow him to control any type of liquid, and ice.

3. Merry

A short beanish woman who rivals with Fawful. They go way back... the two, along with Favalis, knew each other for a good while. They even worked underneath Cackletta. However, Merry got upset by how Fawful began to act more bossy and surperior towards her and Favalis, which caused the other two to go their own ways... for a few years.

During the story, the two are also looking for the Cosmic Plant. Because of a childhood accident, Merry didn't know who her biological family was. She wants to obtain the fruit so that she could remember who they were... and yet strangely, Fawful looks a lot like her...

Merry can be pretty chaotic, even more so than Fawful sometimes. It's not like she can't be pretty serious at times, however. She's not afraid to state her opinions on the matter, and is overprotective towards Favalis.

Merry enjoys playing baseball and video games. She uses her bat to throw bombs more easily, and possesses great strength for her height.

4. Favalis

A beanish of a few words. They come from Cackletta's family (their mother is Cackletta's younger sister), and she was also the one to teach them a lot of stuff about magic. They're usually seen accompanying Merry, and is responsible for telling Fawful a lot about ancient artifacts... and Vaphorians. Unlike Merry though, Favalis doesn't appear to be so upset with Fawful.

Favalis doesn't usually like talking about themself, which makes them appear more mysterious. They tend to avoid most people, and are usually pretty cold towards anyone they don't trust. On the other side, they're pretty talkative when they're around around their friends, enjoying exchanging some information about their interests.

However, Favalis almost doesn't think about themself... sure, they might have some goals. But for them, they're not as important as taking care of their friends...

Favalis is capable of using dark magic. They enjoy reading various books about its' history, or ancient artifacts. Favalis also enjoys drawing in the meantime.

So, here it is! There's a lot more stuff happening in the story, but I don't wanna go deep into that yet because I don't wanna spoil the entire thing in one post... and I'd definitely run out of space if anything lol. If you read the entire thing, thank you for reading my silly rambles about my story.

#also for those wondering #yeah norin and reddo are the same person #I just had to change his name because it kept bothering me lol #fawful #rosemerry #favalis #mario and luigi #guiding stars

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mattcaliber · 2 months ago

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Guthag GoldFangs OC

Species: Ork

Gender: Female (?)

Age: Doesn't know

Faction: Golden Kilts

Location: planet Amazonia 63-XX

Bio: I'm saying this for the record. Everything I'm doing is of my own free will. As a member of the Imperium's Xenology department, I have to record everything about this strange take in the Ork's physiology. The Inquisition itself has granted me FULL control of the situation. Despite their hesitance in doing so.

My research began approximately half a year ago according to this planet's time scale. Reports of an "odd" company of Orks that were strangely friendly to the Imperium's citizens started popping up. Some fighting was had, but that is to be expected from Orks. What wasn't expected was that the Orks in question were female. Or at least have female qualities.

Their boss, Guthag GoldFangs, was in charge of the company. And after some negotiation, i.e. offer of high quality amasec, she told how they came to be. Or at least as much as I could understand from her. One of the local Rogue Traders had to help me with some translation.

In any case, it started as a rogue Imperium scientist experiment. The experiment was to somehow make Orks less aggressive to the Imperium as a whole. And if possible, make them allies against the growing threat of the forces of Chaos and tyrranids. The solution while strange, seems to have worked. For the most part anyway. Turning the Orks into females.

The Orks while having no specific gender to speak of, do have male-like qualities. And as such are rather aggressive to say the least. By altering them to lean towards their opposite, i.e. female side, the Imperium scientist theorized that this would result in them being less likely to "krump some gits" as the Orks would put it. With long lost technology far beyond my comprehension, the experiment was a success. And thus, the Golden Kilts were born.

To avoid any confusion, the Golden Kilts are still very Ork like. They love the same things as their "male" counterparts do. Fighting, eating, drinking, building mechs, and so on. However, if offered something of value such as "dakka", "teef", and "shinnies", they more opened to talks. In a sense, the Golden Kilts are akin to mercenaries. And as such, even have contracts for those who can afford them.

Something to note: the contracts have a "krumping" clause that to put it simply, break the contract and they krump ya. Simple, but straight to the point. Somewhat refreshing in my line of work.

If I were to point to one of the major clans, they are most like, it would be the Bad Moons. Especially with their ability to regenerate "teef" at a higher rate than others. However, they do have their own uniqueness to them.

For starters, they are much faster and agile than most Orks. This is especially true for their fighting style. Able to melee attack with such speed and precision, it would even make the most skilled surgeon blush with envy. Their shots are no less deadly, even hitting at such distances that the Imperium Assassinorum take notes. To the point that they have skilled bowmen able to hit a target miles away. Witnessed firsthand when one of them knocked the drink out of my hand one evening. A sign of flirting as Gulthag put it.

That leads me to another point about the Golden Kilts. Their female physiology has led them to able to produce not only the usual way that Orks reproduce, but also how other species reproduce. The old-fashioned way as my Rogue Trader colleague would put it. This has resulted in hybridization between the Orks and Imperium citizens.

One might categorize the offspring as mutants, but in truth they are more akin to subhumans. Such as ogryns, felinids, and so on. A request to categorize them as "orkin" has been submitted and approved. I for one, welcome these new members into the Holy Emperor's glorious Imperium.

Thus, I end my report for now on the Golden Kilts Orks and will continue to observe them for the Imperium Xenology department. Will continue report after visiting Gulthag's tent for something she calls "snu-snu time". No idea what that is but should make an excellent addition to my research.

End report.

#oc #w40k #orks40k #rule 63

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staycalmandhugaclone · 1 year ago

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I'm counting this as my response to @chopper-base's Last Line Challenge (your fic looks like it's going to break my heart, btw, and I need it), as well as @rosechi (you take all the time you need - those few lines have certainly garnered my interest, and I am happy to wait for what you're creating!) and @ladyzirkonia's (what a taste little teaser that was!!) Wednesday WIP tags.

Given that I'm using this for both challenges, I am shamelessly offering a large chunk. Because. Reasons. Also, this one's both super exciting and super complicated!! One of my Asks was for this group, @clone-force-333, who, apparently, go about "attacking" certain people on here with words of encouragement when they need them most, which is just fucking adorable! It also means the characters they gave me are both OCs, so there's been so, so much chatting to figure out how to portray these guys! This is going to be a painful one, but it's actually super fun to get to play with such wildly new peoples! They both had such heartbreaking stories, and I'm really hoping to do them justice.

K, here's what I have so far:

Despite the wealth of foreign planets he’d been to, the incalculable variety of life forms he’d seen and ecosystems that had proven just as deadly as they were beautiful, still Ghost occasionally found himself stunned by what mysteries awaited him just beyond the metal doors of the transport shuttle. There had been no war here; no endless theft of lives tallied as fiscal loses in the stead of fatalities as fallen brothers left crimson rivers staining soil that ignorantly devoured the nutrients with a gratitude far more potent than the Republic had ever feigned pretense of.

This world was untouched by intelligent life; innocent and brilliant and ultimately doomed as the Empire steadily made their way ever closer that they might strip the wilds of every shred of value until only a barren husk remained. That was why they had come; because the treasured that laid hidden in shimmering sapphire foliage streaked with something far too near silver to appear real held the potential to solve whatever great scientific mystery Dex currently found himself obsessed with.

Dex…

Ghost’s dark grey helmet shifted slightly, attention drawn back to the slim man already treading animatedly toward the distant dance of singing trees and hidden brush. Even from a distance, he could hear the subtle whirr of machinery voicing the scientist’s every step. It had taken months for him to offer the origins of his disability. Ghost wasn’t sure what prompted the reveal, nor why he’d taken so long to open up, but nothing about the injury had changed things between them. The older clone still regarded the nat-born with a deep-seated distrust and disdain despite Dex’s almost obtrusively joyful demeanor.

The change between them had been sudden. Violent. He couldn’t remember exactly what the smaller man had said; just that it had something to do with the chips, and that Ghost had lashed out in a way that finally shattered Dex’s infallible exuberance. They’d shouted. It was the first time he’d heard such betrayed anger in that normally soft voice. They’d roared at each other until both shook with anger, fists clenched, teeth bared. And then something had changed.

Heated words crumbled into broken sobs revealing truths neither expected to ever allow voice. He didn’t remember who’d been the first to reach out for the other, couldn’t remember how they’d fallen into each other in search of a comfort they’d suffered without for far too long, but everything between them was different now. Snide words were laced with a fondness audible to even distant strangers; the silence between them as Ghost merely lingered calmly in Dex’s lab held a gentleness he’d never felt before, and when the scientist got it in his head that he needed some unheard of ingredient found only in the most dangerous of climates, the clone didn’t hesitate in accompanying him.

Which is precisely how he’d found himself on this unnamed, untouched world of sapphire trees and mauve soil, gaze trailing around them for any sign of danger, be it from flora or fauna, that might threaten the brilliant, infuriating man before him.

Taglist: @thrawns-babygirl @echos-girlfriend @starqueensthings @youreababboon @merkitty49 - yall can choose if you want to do the WIP or the Last Line <3

#star wars #the clone wars #clone oc #clone trooper oc #star wars oc #clone force 333 #wip #wip wednesday #last line challenge

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marsipanda · 10 months ago

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Phoebe! My reploid OC. (She's currently undrgoing a small redesign.)

Phoebe is a Virologist working for the Maverick hunters to look for a cure for the Sigma virus. She’s more often tucked away in the more obscure parts of the hunter HQ and her presence and work detail are top secret. As far as anyone knows beyond Signas, lifesaver and likely X, she is a mundane lab technician in the hunters research operations that occasionally helps out with reploid autopsies and other unpleasant sides of the medical ward.

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Phoebe has no currently known combat capabilities but is built as a specialist model for reploid medical science. One of her prime features is being able to modify her body temperature down as much to -80 degrees Celsius temps to handle medical samples without them thawing, while rapidly processing and analysing malicious codes and cataloguing her findings to a heavily guarded database. She has an internal drive built in to keep her research constantly up to date and backed up in case of emergency.

While she isn’t combat capable, she does have very quick reflexes and speed, opting to primarily evade and escape potentially violent encounters with mavericks. She is easy to startle and has an overly cautious exterior to her personality, however this doesn’t stop her from trying to be approachable and friendly, even having a cheeky, endearing playful side to those she lowers her guard around.

Built under the hand of the reploid scientist; Dr Elio, Phoebe is the youngest of 4 ‘Caladrius’ units built as specialist assistants for their father reploid unit. Each being a conduit and a ‘back up’ for the labs precious research data.

Elio however, gathered Sigmas attention by getting too close to comfort towards a huge breakthrough towards the cure. The doctor’s lab having long been infiltrated and spied on by the mavericks, Elio knew he had limited time, thus moved quick to protect his legacy and modified Phoebe hurriedly to act as a tool to do such.

As planned, Phoebe is the sole survivor of the inevitable attack upon the labs, dragged out the ruins barely alive and covered by the remains of her creator who sacrificed himself to keep her intact…. As well as everyone else to keep his research exclusive, unknown to Phoebe until later when she became suspect of being an accomplice to his plans where it was made clear to her that he was also responsible for the death of as many innocent reploids as the Mavericks were to avoid data leaks. Eventually her name was cleared, but of course she had no choice but to continue Elios research under the watchful eye of the hunters.

She strives for some semblance of a normal life and see’s her work with the hunters as a new chance to move on and redeem herself, while coming to terms with her creators actions and struggling with her guilt of being an unwitting tool to a horrible means to an end.

#marsipandart #oc #Phoebe #reploid #Megaman X

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shion-yu · 1 year ago

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Day 5 - Kidnapping

Rey backstory. Haven’t posted my writing publicly in literal years but here goes nothing, Whumptober 2023. Am using the @ailesswhumptober's prompt list. This story is an intro to my OC Rey - here’s his profile if you’re so inclined: https://toyhou.se/23741197.rey

TWs: Minor whump (Rey is 15 here), mentioned death

How long had it been since he left home? It felt like years, though in reality it had only been a few weeks. He'd been so desperate to get away, to see the world and everything there was to explore beyond the high palace walls of Almacen - but now all he wanted was to go back home. Marriage, which once seemed like the worst thing in the world, now sounded thoroughly more appealing. It probably wouldn't have been so bad, he thought to himself with a pang of guilt. Ilsa was a nice girl. But Rey didn't understand why he had to get married when he wasn’t even going to succeed the throne. His sister, Mira, was first in line. They were twins, but it only made sense that the smarter, stronger, more adept of the pair would be chosen. That didn't bother Rey; it never had. What bothered him was being touted around as a political tool, no matter what his opinion was. In hindsight, he thought, maybe his parents had just wanted him not to be lonely.

He’d fallen for a trick as old as time. A decrepit beggar on the street asked Rey to help him get across town and Rey, ever a bleeding heart, had fallen for it. As soon as they were off the main path a group of men pounced on him from the bushes that lined the road. He was bound and gagged, tied at the wrists and ankles. He stayed like that for a week in a cage so small he couldn’t sit up straight, until he was sold for a decent price to the scientists who provided Rey with a new “home”. A dark, damp dungeon at the bottom of a long staircase with no windows. Without any natural light, the only indication that days were passing at all was because each morning the scientists would clamber down those echoey stone stairs and drag one or two of their subjects away to experiment on.

Rey wasn’t the first, nor was he the last child to be taken for the scientists’ questionable purposes. They were all given a number: Rey was number 6 of 10 children that eventually were crammed into that cold hell hole. Each child was injected with a serum that, from what they could gather, was meant to intensify any small amount of inborn talent for power. The purpose was to force these children to manifest these powers and then use them as living weapons. For Rey, that was the power to heal, a brilliant win for the scientists who realized they could now push the children far past their natural limits because Rey would be able to keep them alive. However his power was not natural to him, it was a bastardized version of something that he may have been able to bring forth only with intensive meditation had he not been forced. As a result, healing others brought Rey great pain himself. That didn’t matter to him, though; he could bear the pain. He used his powers as instructed because his friends’ lives depended on it.

As the eldest of the group of children, and also the one keeping them all alive, Rey felt like he had to be a leader to them. He told them each day that they’d get out of here, no doubt about it. They’d see their families again, their friends and animals. He refused to entertain the idea that maybe, just maybe, this was a fate worse than death. Giving up wasn’t an option, not while there were still other people to be strong for.

But eventually, over two years that seemed to drip by like molasses, his last companion had died. He was all alone. Rey’s body could no longer withstand the demand and he was falling apart himself. He had tried his best to keep them all alive, but in the end it was useless. He was alone now and had no reason left to live. He lay motionless on the ground, the dirt below him zapping what little warmth his body could naturally produce away.

One of the scientists came down and grabbed Rey by the elbow, pulling him up. “March,” he said as he always did when instructing him to go up the stairs. Rey didn’t move. There was nothing worse they could do to him for disobeying than had already happened, he figured. The scientist shouted at him a few more times and tugged, but Rey remained limp. He was thrown to the ground with a scowl and the scientist stalked back up the stairs, leaving him alone again. Rey could hear his own breathing in his ears, and each exhale felt like it was laden with guilt. He just wanted to die now... It had been years. No one was going to rescue him, not after all this time.

He wasn’t sure how long he lay there - hours, days - when he heard a loud crack of the gates at the top of the stairs opening. Then there was some shouting and several thudding noises. Suddenly, at the foot of the steps, a boy only slightly older than Rey himself lay unconscious. Rey crawled towards him slowly. There had been no new prisoners since the initial wave of captives, so why now...? Then he remembered what the scientist had said as he unsuccessfully tried to convince Rey to move earlier. “Little brat, need a new job to keep you distracted do you?”

This new cellmate... It was his fault. Rey felt sick with panic. Someone else had been kidnapped just to keep him motivated. Someone who had a home to go back to, just like he himself had once upon a time. He could barely remember the faces of his parents, now. Rey’s stomach clenched and he put his hands over the other boy’s chest. Was he playing into what the scientists wanted exactly - to stay alive for the sake of keeping others alive? Maybe. But Rey couldn’t just let someone else die in front of him when he could help it. And so, the vicious cycle began again.

#ShionWrites #oc: Rey #ailesswhumptober2023 #ailesswhumptoberday5 #ailesswhumptober #day 5 #whump #kidnapping #minor whump #torture #male whump #angst

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itashiro-hitsuchiha · 2 years ago

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New RWBY Villain OC

Shade Blanc (FC Sephiroth)

Age: ??? (Looks early 20s)

Height: 6'5"

Race: Grimm enhanced Faunus (eagle)

Sexuality: straight

Home region: Atlas

Affiliations: None

Personality: Cold, alluring, calculating, confident, arrogant

Aura color: Black

Background: Shade was born in Atlas and was training to become an Altesian soldier some time before Ironwood would be in charge. At that time some of the scientists were working on an experiment to grant some soldiers the power of the Grimm to enhance their capability in combat and especially to be able to sense where they're at. Out of all the subjects that were there, only Shade survived the ordeal. He suffered an accident at a young age that ended with him losing one of his wings. His life wasn't pleasant before or after he went through the treatment. They initially wanted to use faunus as test subjects before using it on humans but after the success with Shade he was quick to destroy the facility. His physical abilities were enhanced beyond the calculated thresholds and his sanity drastically waned. He soon grew resentful towards Atlas and the world as a whole and so put his newfound strength towards a goal of destruction. He managed to keep an aura and the Grimm modifications is only known by the unusual blackness in his wing as well as his hair becoming a silvery white, and occasionally he seeps with darkness when he's pushed. His rampaging didn't last too long before he was subdued by a warrior with silver eyes, despite his power and combat ability he is still susceptible to those with Silver eyes. After his defeat he was sealed away in a secret facility somewhere beyond Mantle. Through sheer happenstance the facility lost power and his seal was broken and thus he was free. He doesn't remember much of his past, nor does he care. He simply wanders looking for a warrior who can match him. He is open to working with others should they interest him. They sought to create the ultimate super soldier. And they succeeded.

Weapon: Grimm Saber- a simple design. A 6 foot long katana style sword. It's balance is a challenge for anyone other than Shade to handle. He can enhance this sword to inflict extra damage to one's aura and hinder their healing from their aura using his Grimm powers. Aside from this he also utilizes dust in various ways.

Semblance: Dustesis- the ability to manipulate dust beyond normal comprehension. Raw dust is much easier to control with this ability and Shade can even combine dusts together for an amplified affect. His favorite use is to mix gravity dust with fire dust to create fireballs to through. He can make several of them at once to hurl and can even draw nearby dust towards him to manipulate. The only caviate is that it needs to be pure dust that is either raw or refined but not mixed with anything else such as clothing, weapons, etc.

@freeusemuses hope you like him.

#new villain muse #new oc #rwby verse

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brightsuzaku · 2 years ago

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The Terran Initiative, a blurb

Instead of working on my other WIP, the first 2 paragraphs of this thing spilled into my brain today, so I had to write it, you see.

It hops around the experiences of different characters, but in this case, it's Halcyon and a crewmember, Cameron Adams. Halcyon is an intelligent machine-made ship from what I'd refer to as "early Stahkla", going by the ongoing shared cosmology of my BFF and I's stories. This is actually half of what I've written today. Uh, have fun!

For future context, Jen Murray is technically my BFF's OC. We kind of share her, really. Again, this is HALF of what I wrote, but then the post would get too long.

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The so-called “Goldilocks Zone” was a metric proposed by Human scientists on Earth many years ago, to describe a planet beyond their solar system. Such a planet would be habitable and Earth-like: mildly temperate, of similar mass and gravity, with water, breathable air… That this habitable zone was popularly referred to as the Goldilocks Zone, after a children’s tale about a girl (with aforementioned gold-colored tresses) who barges into the home of complete strangers, declaring it “just right” and attempting to stay there, was what made it really funny.

There was a particular irony to it, the idea that a spacecraft from Earth could also barge into such a hypothetical planet, its inhabitants declare it “just right”, before… Before what? Well, what would be really funny would be if the locals managed to kick them off as well. There were stories like that, told on Earth. Some well-written, some poorly-so, with varying degrees of anti-colonialist flavor.

Never mind the complexity of what it would mean to actually land on another world in the first place, regarding contamination, disease, that was a two-way stree- “Hal!”

A quiet voice broke Halcyon’s thoughts for a moment, before he switched his attention to the source. Cameron, of course. With Halcyon’s attention turned, their voice came into focus, “Hey, hey! Did you finish the process? You’re not usually unresponsive.”

“Processing is complete, Cameron,” Halcyon began, “The water has finished purification for use in the garden. I apologize, I… I am still thinking about what Jen said about the mission.”

Cameron stepped back as the lights in the room brightened slightly, while Halcyon made his report. Soft, rectangular panels on the walls, which were filled with precious water, glowed a soft blue color through their backlighting. A chime sounded as Halcyon began to empty the water from the panels into their holding containers below.

As Cameron watched the ship’s intelligence do the work, their mind began to wander, as well. Lately, people were getting antsy aboard the Halcyon. The Terran Initiative launched about five-apparent years ago, as a joint project between the Humans of Old-Earth and the Machina of Stahkla. The first two years were spent with Human crewmembers in hibernation shifts to ensure the hibernation chambers could be activated and reactivated as needed for safety, and to test the stability of the Initiative's fleet systems. The hope was for the Human crew to get things started, before entering a long hibernation while on their way to a selected planet for future habitation. The Machina planned to handle the rest, mentally being better suited for long-term travel.

Cameron, a Human, was selected to be one of the Superior Agrimanagers of Nutritional Supply. Cameron always hated that term, “Agrimanager”. They found it was easier to simply say “farmer” or “gardener”, but no, those didn’t sound important enough. They could have been assigned to a larger ship, like the Gentle Peace, but Halcyon was smaller. More self-sufficient. And he was going out further first, ahead of the fleet. Cameron’s twin sister, Erin, was doing the same job out on Gentle Peace, anyway.

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#spaceships as people #brightsuzaku #text post #longpost #my writing #story

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sttarkeys · 3 years ago

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𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭: 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 (part one)

summary: eight years ago veronica was lost in a world that was the unknown. she is now found by her one one true love in a whole new universe where she has been living for the past eight years. pairing: peter parker! andrew garfield x original character (OC) warnings: fluff, swearing i think, NWH spoilers fandom: Marvel, MCU word count: requested?: No

MAJOR NO WAY HOME SPOILERS!!

please do not use or share on any other platform.

2014 New York City, USA

Veronica never knew that her life after high-school was going to be like this, with just graduating high-school she was on here way to MIT and she was wanting nothing more then to live out the remaining months in New York to the best that she could. The blonde haired girl had been through a lot within the past few months, with the ending of Dr. Connors rage and almost turning the entire city into lizards along with her uncle George Stacey being killed in the process there was more then just one more emotion that was running through her veins right now.

Her relationship with Peter Parker was more then what it truly intended to be at the begining of their friendship. At the begining it was Veronica looking out for the boy who was tremendously bullied and tormented by the other kids who also attended Midtown High. Then his uncle Ben died that is when Peter needed someone more then anything. That was where it began for the two of Veronica Owens and Peter Parker. Their relationship was the quite cliché, the two of the liking one another but no one made a move until Veronica asked Peter to come to her home for dinner since it was her birthday. And on this night they share their first kiss and along with that Veronica learned that Peter B Parker was indeed the one and only Spider-Man. And in that moment Veronica Owens truly learned who Peter was that night. Even though that he lost Ben weeks beforehand he was still able to keep to his true self whilst slowly becoming the savior that New York truly needed.

From that night on her entire world was changed some for the better and some for the worst. - So now that there has been a recap of everything that has happened within the past year a half lets go to now. Peter was currently fighting his childhood best-friend Harry Osborne who has sadly allows himself to go down the same way that his old man Norman Osborne did months beforehand. The Green Goblin was Harry’s new name and everyone was in danger of what was happening, along with Harry there was electro, who’s real name is Max, the guy had fallen into a bail of eel's and truly the rest is quite history for him. Right now one of the only things that were running through the blonde girl’s mind was. ‘I should have gone when I had the chance.’ But there was no way that she was going to leave Peter to fight on his own, even though he was more then capable. One thing lead to another though and she was now in Harry’s grasp, this is one of the things that she had fear would happen to her. And so did Peter, she was one of the only people who he had left in his life right now and he could not loose her. “Harry, you don’t have to do this.” Peter yelled out Harry as he held onto Veronica loosely. Harry just looked down and laughed at the boy who was dressed in the Spider-Man suit. “She has done nothing wrong, just let her go.��

Ever heard of famous last words? Yeah me too and those were Peter’s. Veronica looked at Harry to see if there was any humanity left in the boys face, and she plead with her eyes, begging for him not to let go. “Please, don’t do-” And with one swoop Harry had let go of the blonde girl, she was falling between both Harry and Peter, the spandex cladded boy jumped from where he was and he reached out for his true love- But before we get to the part that I know you all are wanting to see let me tell you something. Veronica is a scientist and she has always believed that there is something beyond the world that she lives in, multiverse per-say. And with being a scientist came research and experimenting. And without her knowing days ago the blonde girl had opened up her world to something that she never knew could be possible and right now she was going to meet her demise.

Veronica continued to fall fast towards Peter but there was a weird sensation that was running through her veins and she didn’t know how to feel whatsoever. And that was when one by one the cells in her body started to disappear from one another, she was starting to become no more in this world. She was so close to Peter but she was gone before he could catch her in his arms to safety.

Veronica Owens was no more and there was nothing that Peter could do to stop it or bring her back, he had no idea at the research that she was taking upon herself to do. All he wanted was his Veronica back. He had already lost so much within the past few months that his here was going to break him even more.

#andrew garfield #spiderman #the amazing spider man #no way home #no way home spoilers #tom holland #tobey maguire #mcu #marvel #the avengers #green goblin #harry osborn #norman osborn #tony stark #lili reinhart #gwen stacy

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chaoticcutiewhirl · 2 years ago

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Imma clairify my style updates, I will place One Shot stories here and ongoing stories on AO3, and so far only one On-Going is on AO3 that is active: Halo Burning Skies

Brief Summary: The story of Halo Reach told through the perspective of Spartan III Echo Team to which consists of a rag tag bunch of missfits: - Aaron B011 other known as Ares not much is known about him by the other team members as he was one of the later rotations in, but he is definitely a fan of heavy weapons and has a sense of Suvivor’s guilt for being the only successful modification from his team during training. [Non-Cat-II Spartan III] - Forge A221, a sniper specialist, he was a failure in modification from Alpha Company, being revived akin to Red Team who were seen in the events of Halo Wars. Due to his inactive statues during the events of Operation PROMETHEUS, he survived and has been traded between Headhunter missions and Spartan Teams due to his odd quirks, ultimately being kept on Echo Team due to team Cohesion. [Non-Cat II Spartan III] - Alice 661 A member of the “Failed” Spartan II Class II project headed by a group of scientists after Dr. Halsey, Alice is someone fairly chaotic, she is another fan of heavy weapons but specializes in vehicle interfacing whether it be driving or gunnery positions. She is a fairly nonconventional Spartan and can be considered the sort of heart of the team because of it. [Alice 661 was also one of the Halsy Picked Spartan II Class IIs but carried over due to her family being alligned with the Gao Insurrection forces.] - Clint 112 a Spartan II who was comatose during the events following the modification of the Spartan IIs, his body was left in shock but was too stubborn to die. Due to this factor and the subsiquent anhilation of Spartan IIs in battle, he was placed onto one of the Cat-II Spartan teams to better train those who were assigned to them while they were in battle. [Spartan II] - Robin B216, our primary perspective character, Robin is a Spartan III who was picked out by ONI due to knowledge of how her parents actually died plus her being a [Cat-II] Spartan did help in that instead of being shoved to a Spartan III fireteam initially. Robin is someone more genuine and sees herself as being forced to work with the UNSC ideals even though she is an asset who is a lot more to her repertoire than meets the eye. Outside of the rag tag bunch of Spartans there are other ideas amongst the ecosphere of this war that is less explored than the standard canon, such as how Sangheili and less zealous members of the covenant often question aspects of this war, even someone who is introduced in this story instigates events a lot more intigral to my Halo Story.

Found Here

With Halo Stories I try to keep it in line with what is known in Canon quite a lot more than what I am willing to do in oher stories so if you don’t know much about Halo lore, there are aspects I may glaze over but I do my best to explain what I can, just in case people beyond Halo come into this. Beyond that I will post when I updated a story going to the newest Chapter on here, I may collect other Short Stories on AO3 once they build up as I use Google Docs to help organize it all.

Beyond that there is Broken Sails 2.0 too but that has been canceled as I keep changing things since I love my transformers and OCs take the places of Canons but also the Canon characters still exist, its odd and would need longer chapters and possibly side stories connected to it like my Transformers OCs Patches and Warfront doing their Prewar Sea of Rust adventures. When it does come to Transformers stuff though I will actually post stuff here on Tumblr relating to my World of Transformers that I call Zetaverse, because it sounded cool.

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thetooncrew · 3 years ago

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Hello 👋 Soooo I heard you needed to dump your Mr. Wink and Mr. Fibb plot and so like y’know I would be happy to here it because that looks so cool and I’m literally dying also EJWNAKEJW IS THAT PROFESSOR XXXL

FOOL you have activated my fixation beam!!!! essentially professor xxxl (yes the kid in the image! you guessed correctly :D) was a 2x4 tech specialist during the turn of modern KND which coincided with what was pretty much the 'new age' of 2x4 tech. a lot of things were being built beyond the need for simple weaponry and transportation and its why KND labs are so decked out and why tech specialists have conventions just to flaunt what they can do with whatever they have lying around. the people that xxxl (aptly named numbuh 3XL at the time) were working under had asked him to see what HE could make in order to make his time in the KND truly spectacular since he was a very good scientist and they knew he could really make a breakthrough! so 3XL worked with his assistant (numbuh 22 - who is mostly irrelavent to the story otherwise he's just an oc of mine LOL) to see if he could theoretically modify knd operatives themselves to become stronger. he worked with a bunch of animal genes and his process was initially if i Blast Humans with these traits then maybe they could gain those traits and succeed!!! which. turned out bad. it turned out bad quickly 3XL didn't want to test it on actual operatives, so he recruited a standalone group (two of the three cowboy kids club), a young adult undercover operative (goodwall), and a few others. the animalization ray suddenly explodes during experimentation, affecting everybody in the room horribly and turning them into half-animals -- excluding 3XL, who was the only person saved in the explosion. having felt guilty about being the one saved from the mayhem (and in general feeling guilty for the experiment going wrong), 3XL devoted his life to finding a cure - to which, as XXXL, he's still working on to this day. the experiments to find this cure tend to affect him slightly as well which is why he's seen with different animal parts each day

#squidspeak!#knd #the animalization #its less of a winkfibb plotline and more of an xxxl plotline but it ties into my characterization of them a lot. so win win #also numbuh 22 grows up to be my oc the vet!!!! after the explosion turns him into a rabbit he yells at 3xl and then storms off #also the reason why xxxl still remembers the incident as an adult is because he went into hiding after the experiment #and flew under the decom radar. which sounds stupid i know but its better than being like 'decomming didnt work on him'#also that one oc with numbuh 22 is my other oc chopped livuh but im genuinely unsure if she could factor in #shes just a little too young to have been part of the experiment. in my brain shes like 20 #so ive been trying to find excuses to factor her in but the crack theory i made up is that shes wink and fibbs child #and thats sort of. the lore on her for now SUADGOH9LGOADHIGBDOFIHLHKNF NOT INTENTIONALLY

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lovehatecomics · 3 years ago

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Thanks for the kind comment on my art of Suli, Kalibak, and my OC!

I kinda want to do more character designs in the same vein in the future. I might do Orion, Barda and Scott next, although for Scott I'd have to figure out how New Genesis folks would look in that style, and right now I don't really have a lot of ideas. Maybe they're more glowy / less crusty looking / have shiny scales.

I like the more alien looking design Snyder cut went with for Steppenwolf and Desaad (there's also concept art of Darkseid with the same traits - the extra fingers and the legs and chin spikes, you can find it on artstation) but I definitely miss the more colorful original Kirby designs.

Also like, I hope someone at some point discovers Suli and does something with her as a character, I just think she's really neat and deserves more development beyond "dead gf for sad backstory". Like, would Darkseid still become what he did if she stayed alive? Would she leave him if it were the case? How'd Kalibak fare in such a scenario?

Hello! I'm sorry I didn't reply asap bc this gave me a lot of Thoughts & Ideas racing in my head all day. I haven't read all of the new gods comics, basically take all of this with a grain of salt.

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Yes yes yes please do designs for Scott, Barda and Orion. Visually, it would be good to have Scott and Orion looking out of place since neither of them are on their home planet.

Personally I hc New Genesis gods as being vain and all about appearances. They'd likely have a glow/shimmer to them, pleasing to the senses etc. I say this based on how Orion acts about his "true face", which could easily be seen as a dead give away of where he came from/his heritage.

It would be so interesting if Suli were still alive, there's so many possibilities! Like Darkseid obviously loved her and his mom Heggra didn't like that bc she felt like Suli made him soft. I can still see her forcing Darkseid to have a kid with Tiggra, who Darkseid never loved and vice versa. I can even see her disowning Kalibak altogether and rejecting him as Darkseid's heir bc of Suli.

NOW, imagine if Queen Heggra still tried to poison Suli and she lived? Imagine Suli turning the tables on Heggra and having her killed instead, leading Darkseid to rule and her son to take his rightful place as Darkseid's heir. I want Suli to still be kind, but also sharp and capable of defending herself. She's a scientist and sorceress, I refuse to believe she would have died by poison.

Does no harm and takes no shit, shouldn't be underestimated bc of her "soft" nature etc. Suli can be frighteningly cold and calculative towards those who wrong her and those she love. Hmm…. I imagine Suli and Tiggra would know of each other bc of Heggra. They wouldn't be friends, buuuuuuuuuuuuuut i can see Suli ensuring Tiggra is healthy since she's carrying Darkseid's son (moreso bc Suli loves Darkseid than anything)

Once Darkseid takes over, Suli would likely prefer staying out of the spotlight. I like to believe that she (like other scientists/ sorcerers and sorceresses) is highly respected for her work in Apokolips. While she isn't a ferocious warrior like Tiggra, Suli uses her mind for the improvement of Apokolips. Brains over Brawn.

The Pact could still happen, Darkseid using Orion instead of Kalibak. Suli would probably hear of this after the fact and try to comfort Tiggra, who would likely drive her away in anger. I imagine Kalibak and Darkseid's relationship would be better if Suli were alive. I mean, I also headcanon that Kalibak had gotten his kindness (however little and fleeting) from Suli. The first thing that came to mind was how Kalibak let that little girl live, something that would clearly be frowned upon.

Suli.... might leave Darkseid in the end or as he delves deeper and deeper in his pursuit for the Anti-Life equation. But I could also see her standing at his side to the end. Either way, I wouldn't want Suli to die.

#new gods #suli #Kalibak #Darkseid #Ahhhhhh i hope this makes sense

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Stark Spangled Banner

Ch36: I Bid You Farewell And Good Luck, Morons. Part 2- I’m Not Looking For Forgiveness.

Intro: Steve, Katie and the rest of The Avengers at the Compound try to understand what it is that they’re facing, but the more they hear the more they start to wonder if this is a battle they can win.

Warnings: Bad Language words.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer. Shout out to my editing partner @angrybirdcr

Chapter 36 Part 1

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“So start from the beginning.” Steve looked at Bruce where he stood near the window, one hand on the back of a chair, the other on his hip. He nodded encouragingly, he could see the man was nervous “Who took Stark and what are we up against?”

“I’ll give you the short version and we can plug in the gaps later.” Bruce sighed, “His name is Thanos. He’s a War tyrant, from a planet called Titan. He goes from place to place, destroying worlds, taking what he wants, when he wants. Loki’s attack on New York?” Bruce looked around “Thanos was the one who sent him to attack Earth,“

"But what does he want?” Katie asked.

“All six Infinity Stones…” Bruce supplied.

“Infinity Stones?” Sam questioned.

“Yeah, so erm… the big bang, when it happened, it sent six of these crystals out across the universe. They each control an essential aspect of existence. Space. Reality. Power. Soul. Mind. Time.” Bruce said, rubbing his temple.

“Thor told us about them, after Ultron.” Katie looked round and her eyes fell on Steve’s “He said there were three out there unaccounted for, and three that he could locate. One was with some collector or something, one was housed in the tesseract which was locked in a vault in Asgard and the other…”

"Viz.” Wanda murmured, glancing at the Stone in Vision’s forehead.

Bruce nodded again. “Thanos came to our ship for the tesseract, which means he already had the Power and Space Stones before he came to Earth looking for the rest. Just that alone makes him the strongest creature in the whole universe, if he gets his hands on all six he could destroy all life as we know it.”

“Hang on, the Tesseract was on your ship?” Katie looked at Bruce, “I thought it was on Asgard?”

“It was, but right before Ragnarok…” “Ragnarok?” Katie shook her head, her mind whirring “But that’s…that’s the fabled destruction of Asgard, I mean….” Bruce looked at her. “Asgard was destroyed as part of a battle between Thor and his sister. So was his hammer.” “What?” Steve let out a breath as Katie felt her mouth drop open.

“Look, that’s a whole different story.” Bruce’s tone was slightly frustrated. “All you need to know is that Loki –yeah, surprise, not dead, -stole the tesseract from the Vault before we left. Thanos boarded the ship and took the stone. Just took it.” The scientist’s arms swung out to his sides before returning with a slap, his shoulders slumping as he stood before them, utterly dejected.

The room fell silent.

“So Thor.” Katie took a deep breath and asked the question she wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer to “Where…”

Bruce dropped his head. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh no.” Steve muttered as he dropped his head, looking downwards. He glanced up and saw across the table that Katie had her right hand against her forehead the heel of which was pressed hard into the space between her eyes as her face screwed up in utter dismay.

Thor. Gone.

“He was no match for Thanos, not when he had those stones.” Bruce said gently. A single tear trickled down Katie’s cheek and fell to the floor and Steve watched as she took a deep breath, furiously wiping at her face.

“So the two we fought came for the mind stone.” Sam spoke for the first time “I’m assuming the ones you fought were after another one that’s located somewhere in New York?”

"The Time Stone.” Bruce nodded “It was being protected by some mystical arts guy, or a Wizard as Tony called him, Dr Steven Strange.” Katie’s head whipped round to Steve and he took a breath and straightened up, before he glanced over at Sam and Natasha and the four of them shared an instant understanding, they’d heard that name before on top of a multi-storey parking garage in DC.

"A TV anchor in Cairo, the Undersecretary of Defense, a high school valedictorian in Iowa City. Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, anyone who’s a threat to HYDRA! Now, or in the future.”

“But he was taken along with Tony.” Bruce finished.

Katie didn’t even want to think about that right now. She had to trust in her brother’s quick mind and sharp resilience, because the alternative didn’t bear thinking about.

"Well, we gotta assume they’re coming back, right?” Rhodey said and Steve looked down again, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of everything Bruce had said.

“And they can clearly find us.” Wanda added.

“We need all hands on deck,” Bruce started pacing, “Where’s Clint?”

“After the whole Accords situation, he and Scott took a deal,” Natasha explained, “It’s too tough on their families. They’re on house arrest.”

“Who’s Scott?” Bruce frowned.

“Ant Man,” Steve answered.

“There’s an Ant Man and a Spider Man?” Bruce looked around in confusion, but it was Rhodey who nodded, simply, like it was just perfectly normal. Bruce shook his head, realising that it didn’t really matter at the moment before he continued. “Thanos has the biggest army in the Universe. And he is not gonna stop until he gets Vision’s stone.” He said the last part softly, almost reluctantly.

“Well then, we have to protect it,” Natasha stepped forward but Vision immediately corrected her.

“No, we have to destroy it,” he said resolutely, his gaze focussed on something out of the window as everyone turned to him. The Andrioid turned to face them and gestured to the stone in his head. “I’ve been giving a good deal of thought to this entity in my head, about its nature. But also its composition. I think if it were exposed to a sufficiently powerful energy source, something very similar to its own signature, perhaps” he made his way over to Wanda and held onto her upper arm, “Its molecular integrity could fail.”

“Yeah, and you with it,” Wanda looked at him, shaking her head “We’re not having this conversation.”

“Eliminating the stone is the only way to be certain that Thanos can’t get it.”

Katie noticed Wanda’s eyes flash as she glared at Vision. “It’s also too high a price.”

“Only you have the power to pay it,” Vision said quietly.

Steve shifted slightly. He knew that Vision was right, but the idea of losing someone else in their group didn’t sit well.

“Thanos threatens half the Universe.” Vision persisted “One life cannot in the way of defeating him.”

“But it should,” Steve argued, his eyes were diverted to the floor as he spoke gently, and it was right. Who were any of them to decide one life was worth less than anyone else? He took a deep breath and looked up and around the room before landing back on the android “We don’t trade lives, Vision.”

“Captain, seventy years ago you laid down your life to save how many millions of people? Tell me, why is this any different?”

Steve took a sigh and stepped towards Vision, unable to answer because he knew the android had him, but then Bruce did it for him.

“Because you might have a choice,” Bruce answered, and Steve could see the Scientist had suddenly had an idea, “Your mind is made up of a complex construct of overlays. Jarvis, Ultron, Tony, me, the stone. All of them mixing together. All of them learning from one another.”

“You’re saying Vision isn’t just the stone?” Wanda asked.

“I’m saying that if we take out the stone, there’s still a whole lot of Vision left. Perhaps the best parts.”

“Can we do that?” Natasha asked looking back and forth between the android and the scientist somewhat impatiently.

“Not me. Not here.”

Steve suddenly began to think, maybe not Bruce, but could Suri? She had fixed Bucky after all, surely she could do this. T’Challa would be happy to help. And with his defences, maybe Wakanda was the safest place for Vision to be.

“Well you better find someone and somewhere fast,” Rhodey pipped in. "Ross isn’t just gonna let you guys have your old rooms back.”

Steve nodded to himself, his mind made up before he raised his head to look up around the group. "I know somewhere.”

His eyes momentarily locked onto Katie’s and he watched as the realisation crossed her face, she knew instantly where he meant.

“T’Challa?” She asked.

He nodded, turning to Sam. “Can we get wheels up in twenty?” Sam nodded and Steve looked at Rhodey. "That enough time for you to load up your suit?”

“Yeah. Should be.”

“Okay. “Steve took a deep breath. “Banner, I suggest you grab what you need. The rest of us, back to the jet.”

The team began to bustle about and then Katie remembered something.

“Rhodey?” She asked, hopping down off the table, “Where’s Steve’s shield?”

Rhodey paused in the doorway and turned to face her. “I don’t know, sorry Kiddo. Tony never mentioned it.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Steve said gently. As Katie opened her mouth to suggest they had a look for it, he cut her off “And we don’t have time either, we need to go.”

Truth be told he didn’t want the shield back. It wasn’t his, not anymore.

“Fine.” Katie replied somewhat stiffly. “I’m going to raid the armoury anyway, pick up a few things…” “Katie!” Steve called after her as she hurried out of the room. He let out a frustrated groan.

“I’ll go.” Rhodey said, patting the Captain on the shoulder. “I need my suit anyway.” The directions ingrained in her memory forever she headed to the armoury on autopilot and once inside she stopped dead. It had all changed. To the left were the usual lockers, although they now held no names she would lay odds on all the original seven of them still having kit in there. The guns, arrows, widow bites, shock batons were all still there on the racks. Rhodey’s War Machine kit stood in the corner, but what wasn’t was an Iron Man suit, or a Nova suit, of any description. Instead, in place of the the usual glass cabinets that held them were rows of smaller capsules.

“What the…” Katie mumbled, heading closer to examining “FRIDAY?”

“Welcome home Mrs Rogers…” The AI spoke, a hint of amusement in her voice “I believe Pod Seventy-Six is one of yours”

“Tony’s been working on upgrades.” Rhodey spoke from behind, making her jump. “Nano-tech, courtesy of some work with Helen Cho.” “Why doesn’t that surprise me?” Katie frowned as Rhodey made his way to the War Machine suit.

“Seventy-Six you say?” Katie’s eyes scanned the wall. “Okay, FRIDAY hit me up.” One of the capsules opened and a smaller capsule flew out, opening in mid- air and then out of nowhere a suit formed around her body.

“Woah…” Katie said, as the familiar heads-up display lit up.

“The suit is held in a simple bangle” FRIDAY explained. “I’ll show you once the calibrations are done.”

As FRIDAY rattled through the new features, including a shield, new weapons Katie stole a glance in the mirror. It was much sleeker and less bulky, almost like wearing a cat-suit in a way. It was dark blue and silver, as always, with her Supernova Star in the middle of the chest. She gently reached up to touch it and the suit melted away to a silver cuff with the star in the middle which she tentatively placed around her wrist.

“Impressive huh?” Rhodey asked as he stepped into the War Machine suit.

“One word for it.” She said softly, tracing the outline of her bracelet with her fingers. “I can’t… why did he make it?” She looked up at Rhodey who slid his face plate back up to look at her.

“You know what Tony’s like.” Rhodey shrugged. “Just because you left doesn’t mean he stopped caring.”

Katie looked down at the bracelet on her right wrist.

“Was- Was he okay, you know, after?” She asked, her voice cracking.

“He was as okay as he could be.” Rhodey hesitated slightly “To be honest, nothing was great though. The team was split and…”

Katie looked down “I had to go, I couldn’t stay, not after what he said to me.” Rhodey looked at her. “And have you ever considered why he said what he did?” “Because he hates me?” “No, because he loves you.” Rhodey took a deep breath “He knew full well that whatever choice you made it was going to kill you, but he couldn’t see you sat in a jail, he just couldn’t Kiddo. So he did what he had to do make sure you stayed away.” Whatever she had been expecting Rhodey to say it wasn’t that. His words hit her like a tonne of bricks and she felt her face screw up as she blinked back the tears.

“Shit.” She managed to mumble out. “I could, you know we could have called him, or he could have called us, tried to …” “You’re both as obstinate as one another” Rhodey shook his head as he started to walk to the door of the armoury. “Which is why I know he’s still alive. He’s too much of a stubborn asshole to die. “

*******

Tony was pissed, really pissed. Not only was he stuck on this fucking ship, the kid was still here too. Peter Parker was almost as much of a pain in his ass as Katie had been when she was his age. The thought of his sister brought a pang to his heart, especially when he knew she was more than likely at the compound now after Bruce will have called them. He hoped anyway, he’d thrown the phone down before the fight after all, he just hoped the scientist had found it.

He looked around and glared at Peter before his shoulders fell. Well the kid was here now, might as well use him.

“Come on.” Tony sighed “We got a situation” He lead Peter over to a viewpoint to see the torture going on below. Peter crouched to study the situation, with that damned cloak leaning over his shoulder. “See him down there? He’s in trouble.” Tony continued “What’s your plan? Go.”

“Um. Okay, okay… uh…” Peter and the cloak popped back up suddenly, a smile playing on Peter’s face. “Okay. Did you ever see this really old movie, Aliens?”

It was a dumbass plan, but dumbass enough to work. Tony blew a hole in the side of the ship which caused a huge depressurization and as such the alien was sucked out of the side. A quick struggle and Dr Strange was rescued from drifting off to space, Tony repaired the side of the hull with nanites and that was that.

“We’ve gotta turn this ship around” Strange looked at Tony who rolled his eyes. .

“Yeah. Now he wants to run. Great plan”.

“No, I want to protect the stone.”

Tony walked towards the expansive front view-port and from the way things were moving out there, he assumed they were travelling at some kind of hyper speed. The wizard was irritating him though, if he’d just agreed to get the stone out of the way they wouldn’t even be in this mess.

“And I want you to thank me now. Go ahead, I’m listening.” He turned to glare at the arrogant bastard.

“For what?” Strange snorted, “Nearly blasting me into space?

“Who just saved your magical ass? Me.” Tony looked at him.

“I seriously don’t know how you fit your head into that helmet”. Strange shook his head as he eyed the billionaire up and down.

“Admit it.” Tony snapped back. For some reason he felt the need to make this guy admit he was wrong, just like he used to try and do with Rogers. No particular reason for it, other than the childis desire to be the one to come out on top. “You should have ducked out when I told you to. I tried to bench you. You refused.”

“Unlike everyone else in your life, I don’t work for you”.

“And due to that fact, we’re now in a flying doughnut billions of miles away from Earth with no backup.”

“I’m back up.” Peter said, raising his hand.

“No, you’re a stowaway.” Tony waggled his finger between himself and Dr. Strange.“The adults are talking”.

“I’m sorry, I’m confused as to the relationship here. Wh– what is he, your ward?” Strange frowned.

“No. I’m Peter, by the way.” Peter said, holding out his hand.

“Dr Strange.” Strange replied, looking at him.

“Oh, we’re using our made-up names. Um. I’m Spider-Man, then”.

Before Strange could respond, Tony piped up. “This ship is self-correcting its course. Thing’s on autopilot.”

Strange walked closer to where Tony was stood. “Can we control it? Fly us home?”

Home…Thanos…home.

They’d almost flattened New York once, and then there was Sokovia…no, home was most certainly a bad idea.

“Stark?” Strange’s voice cut across his thoughts. “Can you get us home?

“Yeah I heard you. I’m thinking. I’m not so sure we should.” Tony replied, honestly.

“Under no circumstance can we bring the Time Stone to Thanos.” Strange warned “I don’t think you quite understand what’s at stake here”.

“No. It’s you who doesn’t understand, that Thanos has been inside my head for six years since he sent an army to New York and now he’s back!” Tony said, stalking towards Strange, jabbing a finger in the air as he pointed towards the ground. “And I don’t know what to do. So I’m not so sure if it’s a better plan to fight him on our turf or his but you saw what they did, what they can do. At least on his turf, he’s not expecting it. So I say we take the fight to him. Doctor. Do you concur?“

Strange had to admit, the guy had a point. Let Thanos destroy his own place, not theirs. “Alright, Stark. We go to him. But you have to understand… if it comes to saving you or the kid or the Time Stone… I will not hesitate to let either of you die. I can’t, because the fate of the universe depends on it”

“Nice. Good. Moral compass. We’re straight” Tony nodded. Stepping over to Peter he tapped each of the kids shoulder with the edge of his hand, dubbing him as is done at a knighting.

“Alright, kid. You’re an Avenger now”

Tony couldn’t look at him as he spoke, because he knew what he was signing the kid up for.

******

The jet was filled with chatter as Rhodey, Bruce and the rest of the team were catching up but Katie wasn’t listening. She wasn’t feeling great either, that damned sick feeling was back, most likely this time down to utter fear about what was to come. If Bruce was right, she wasn’t convinced this was a battle they were going to win.

“You know,” she looked up at Steve and voiced her fear softly, “if he’s already killed Thor, and it’s going to take us, plus a royal army to attempt to fight this guy off what fucking chance does Tony stand?”

Steve didn’t answer, he couldn’t. Because what he was thinking wasn’t going to provide her any comfort. Instead he merely tightened his arm around her and pressed his lips to her forehead.

It was a couple of hours later before they hit Wakandan airspace.

"We’re coming up.” Sam spoke as Steve focussed his attention out of the front of the jet, one arm hanging lightly against the grab rails on the roof.

“Drop to 2600, heading 0-3-0.” Steve instructed.

Sam glanced back over his shoulder before he spoke, “I hope you’re right about this, Cap. Or we’re gonna land a lot faster than you want to.”

Katie gave a small smile as she drew up next to Steve, wrapping her arm around his waist. They both stood, waiting as Sam flew the jet right into the trees, and swore with a loud ‘holy shit’ as it passed right through the hologram barrier into Wakanda. Everyone on the jet moved to get a better look at the beautiful mountains, lakes, buildings as the jet circled and Steve directed Sam to the runway.

They disembarked and Katie strolled off shortly behind Steve, followed by Natasha. Vision and Wanda stayed put, Steve telling them he would get them some help soon.

Bruce, who was at the rear with Rhodey whispered as he shrugged his arms into his jacket, “Should we bow?”

“Yeah, he’s a king.” Rhodey answered casually without missing a beat.

Steve ignored their banter instead smiling warmly at T'Challa as he reached out to shake his hand. “Seems like I’m always thanking you for something.”

T'Challa smiled back and he shook Steve’s hand before embracing Katie in a warm hug. “Mrs Rogers, it is a pleasure to see you.” “And you.” She smiled softly, before she stepped back and T’Challa nodded to the rest of the group. The clearing of a throat caught Katie’s attention and she turned just in time to see Bruce bow forward towards T’Challa.

“What are you doing?” Rhodey asked, looking at him.

“Uh, we don’t do that here.” T'Challa said kindly waving a hand to stop Bruce’s bow. Everyone smiled in amusement expect for Bruce who turned and shot a disbelieving but amused look at Rhodey who grinned back at him, nudging him with his elbow.

Then they turned serious again as T'Challa asked, “So how big of an assault can we expect?”

His guards moved as he spoke, opening up a path that T'Challa took, leading them away. They followed quickly while Bruce piped up politely as he explained, “Uh, sir, I think you can expect quite a big assault.”

“How we looking?” Natasha added, addressing the king with a similarly concerned frown on her face.

“You will have my King’s Guard,” T'Challa listed, “the Border Tribe, the Dora Milaje, and-” He gestured to the side just as a familiar, dark-clothed man stepped out of the building to greet them by the door.

“A semi-stable, one hundred-year-old man.” Bucky grinned. Katie smiled back and then glanced at Steve as he walked forwards, that familiar boyish grin on his face as pulled the man into a hug clapping him on the back a few times.

“How have you been, Buck?” he pulled back to look at his friend. He looked as well as he’d seen him in years. Healthy and dare he say it, happy.

“Not bad,” Bucky shrugged looking down at his new black vibranium arm, “For the end of the world.” He turned his head towards Katie and nodded. “S’up, Doll Face?” Katie smiled and stepped forward to give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “You look good Buck,” she greeted him, stepping back to look him up and down before smiling, something that didn’t escape Steve’s notice.

And yes, he knew there was nothing in it, and this was the most inappropriate time to get jealous but still…

“I feel it.” Bucky smiled as Steve slid his arm around his wife’s shoulder, pulling her closer and pressing a kiss to her forehead. Bucky bit back the urge to snort and teas his best friend at the ridiculous display of possessiveness. “Goat farming suits me.” With that, Bucky turned to Sam. “Hey man.”

“Frosty.” Sam responded with a jerk of his head.

They left Rhodey, Sam and Bucky with some of the guard to keep watch, and the rest of them followed T'Challa up to the labs where the person who was said to be able to safely remove Vision’s stone was waiting. Steve could tell that the rest of the group weren’t expecting that person to be T'Challa’s sixteen year old sister, Shuri. But T'Challa had full faith in her, as did Steve after she had managed to remove Bucky’s programming.

"Whoa.” Shuri blinked as she stared at the hologram of Vision’s brain and the stone in awe, “The structure is polymorphic…”

"Right, we had to attach each neuron non-sequentially.” Bruce nodded and Shuri glanced at him with a raised brow.

“Why didn’t you just reprogram the synapses to work collectively?” She asked looking at Banner. Vision also glanced at the doctor in question.

“Because… we didn’t think of it.” Bruce admitted sheepishly.

Shuri smiled and Katie had to fight the laugh that was brewing at the Princess’ playful nature “I’m sure you did your best.”

“Can you do it?” Wanda asked stepping forward anxiously.

Shuri’s smile dropped as she became more serious. “Yes, but there are more than two trillion neurons here. One misalignment could cause a cascade of circuit failures.” Her gaze moved to T’Challa “It will take time, brother.“

"How long?” Steve asked, straightening up slightly.

Shuri shook her head. “As long as you can give me.” She answered honestly and worryingly.

A loud warning siren suddenly started and instantly Katie looked around. General Okoye tapped at something on her bracelet and she looked over at T’Challa.“Something’s entered the atmosphere.”

Seconds later, Sam’s voice called over their coms, “Hey, Cap, we got a situation here.”

Katie moved over to the floor-length windows of the lab to look out, Steve stood close behind her as everyone followed to see what was going on. In the distance, they could see the plains all around as far as the border stretched to the city. A giant ship descended from the sky and as they watched it exploded high above the city as soon as it touched the shield, causing Katie to jump back slightly. Steve gently caught her, his hands going to her shoulders as his focus remained on the exploding ship which dissipated above the invisible barrier they had flown through.

“God, I love this place.” Bucky’s contented sigh rang over their coms.

“Yeah, don’t start celebrating yet, guys. We got more incoming outside the dome.” Rhodey warned.

More ships came crashing down to Earth just outside the Wakandan barrier disturbing the dust and sand on the ground as they landed. The lab they were stood in shook slightly and Vision sat up.

“It’s too late." He whispered and both Steve and Katie turned to look at him as he sat up. "We need to destroy the stone now.”

“Vision, get your ass back on the table.” Nat replied snapping her head back to look at him as she made her way to the door.

“We will hold them off.” T'Challa said motioning to his guard.

“Wanda,” Steve spoke up, looking at the young woman, “As soon as the stone’s out of his head, you blow it to hell.”

Wanda nodded with promise, “I will.”

Steve turned his attention back to the window, watching the space ships which at the moment were doing nothing. T'Challa meanwhile, turned to his General and her warriors and began barking orders, “Evacuate the city. Engage all defences.”

Steve turned to look at him as the king pointed in his directing before adding firmly. “And get this man a shield!”

Steve gave a small nod before he glanced back out of the window. For almost two years his fighting days had been focussed on simple people. Small groups of nobodies. Now, they were being thrown back into the crazy world of Aliens, AIs…and he knew they were going to look to him for leadership.

He might not be Captain America anymore, but he was still Captain Rogers, still that dumb kid from Brooklyn. And he still wasn’t going to run from a fight.

**** Chapter 37 Part 1

**Original Posting**

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