#but its looking bad for us jaime girlies

[befooremoonrisee]

the way in which jaime has not reflected once in the cargylls yet, my boy is doing the opposite of projecting, if the prophecy doesn't exist, the prophecy can't affect you (which is incidentaly the opposite approach cersei has)

[nitewrighter]

Could we some scenes/scenarios of the kids going berserk/looking like a general badass? Like as a last resort or when their Sos/team falls? :3 (I almost keep forgetting that they're like supposed to be these cool superheroes and not just these adorable marshmallow fawning over SOs and friends. Good job Nite!)

Ha! Well I do have some fics of the kids where I think they’re pretty badass. Marti in her fight against Reaper and Rei in Dragonback Pt. 4 I think are pretty intense. 

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“Stay awake,” Samir’s voice was low as he supported Jaime with one arm, “Look at me.”

Jaime wheezed as Samir formed a hard-light derma-clip over his wound to slow the bleeding.

“They’re coming,” Jaime’s voice was half a grunt, “You have to go, they’re coming.”

“I know,” said Samir. The thunder of talon soldier boots was heavy down the hall behind him, “Don’t worry about it. Worry about staying awake.”

“You have to go,” Jaime said again, tears brimming in those big brown eyes.

“It’s okay,” said Samir.

“It’s not! I won’t let you die for me! You have to--” Jaime cut himself off as the first black and red-armored soldier reared around the corner. “Samir--” he started.

Samir lifted his arm with the hard-light projector on it. “It’s okay,” he said again.

The talon soldier raised his gun and fired, but with a flick of his wrist, a hard-light shield was engulfing most of the hallway. Light. A stopgap at best. It was already fracturing as the talon soldier kept firing on it.

“Please--” Jaime said.

More fissures ran through the hard-light shield, and Samir looked over his shoulder nonchalantly at the growing group of Talon soldiers now firing on the shield.

“Samir--!” Jaime’s fingers dug into Samir’s other arm but Samir suddenly loudly snapped the fingers of his hard-light projector hand. A void of blue light opened up underneath their feet and they fell through. Too surprised to scream as they dropped, though a “Whu--!” escaped one before the portal closed behind him. Samir made a flattening motion with his hand and the portal, the hole, disappeared.

“...Where did you send them?” asked Jaime.

“Don’t worry about it,” said Samir.

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“Aedan?” Rei’s voice hooks him out of the haze and he snaps out of his stupor, looking down at the husk of a Talon soldier underneath him. He flinches away from the kill, his hand going over his mouth. He brings it away to see black on his palm. His breath shudders with horror.

“Stay away,” his voice is hoarse, with a reverberative quality to it from the still-reforming nanites in his throat. He’d sound like Reaper if it weren’t for the pitch and the accent. “I could still--I could still--”

“Aedan,” her saying his name centers him as he feels a hand on the side of his face. Rei gently tilts his head to look into her eyes. His sclera are black, wet and gleaming, runny tear lines of nanite secretions dripping down his cheeks. His mouth is blackened lip to chin. He looks monstrous, and yet so terrified.

She brings her arms around him and he shrinks against her.

“I’m sorry--” he says quietly, “I’m sorry.”

“You saved the team,” said Rei, still holding him, “It’s okay.”

“I’m not human,” there’s an ache in his voice, “Humans don’t do that. Humans can’t do that.”

“You’re human,” Rei says, stroking a hand down the back of his neck, “You’re human.”

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Marti’s head was swimming, coherent thoughts seemed to slip from her grasp. She opened one eye and instantly squinted it shut as it stung with the salt of her own blood. She grunted and rolled on the packed earth floor, her hands bound behind her back and her legs bound together. A rusted chain--maybe if she wasn’t aching all over she could concentrate on one point and break it--or even loop it around something to break even one link--but movement sent pain shooting through her.

“You get points for making it past the walls and interior defenses, girly, I’ll give you that,” the Junker squatted over her, the smell of diesel and sour beer lingering in his sweat, “But I’m afraid the queen doesn’t take too kindly to spies.”

“I--I have contacts--” Marti’s voice was raspy as she blinked blood out of her eye, weaker than she wanted it to be. Junkers smelled fear. Smelled hesitation. The law out here was a law of club and tooth--feral, brutal, and already stacked against her.

“What--Junkrat and Roadhog? The Queen wants them shot on sight--I’d think twice before bringing them up,” said the Junker, pulling one of the cables out of her grapple harness with a lazy curiosity, “No, no--You want to see the queen, you have to see her on our terms.” He cupped Marti’s chin in his hand, “Her skin’s too nice, isn’t it?” he said, looking at his compatriots looming at the entrance to the little garage. Some murmured agreements rose up from the dark corners but Marti couldn’t move her head enough to identify exactly where they were in the room.

“My team--” Marti stammered, her jaw tight.

“Are probably plenty busy in the scrapyard,” said the Junker, still gripping her chin, “They aren’t coming, darling.” He rifled at his hip and pulled out what appeared to be a box cutter that had been well rusted over and taken apart and duct-taped back together countless times. He pressed the flat of the rusted blade against her cheek. “Skin’s too nice....” he said again, “You haven’t known the wastes. The sand and heat haven’t blasted you to oblivion. Maybe the Queen might like you a bit more if you had a mark or two. Or seven.” Marti just kept up a steady glare, but her stomach tensed at the memory of Jack’s scars streaking across his face. He got them in an explosion, at least. He got them in a fight. It hurt too much to move now, let alone fight. She stuffed the fear down. Kept the glare up. 

The corrugated tin of the garage’s door suddenly rattled with three hard bangs and the junker brought the blade away from Marti’s face as he looked over his shoulder in confusion. He motioned with his head to the others. “Go see who it is.”

Another junker stepped up to the door and slid a plate of metal aside to reveal a speakeasy grille.

“Hello!” a cheerful voice spoke on the other side of the door and Marti instantly tensed. It was not only a familiar voice, it was a familiar sales voice. She did her best to keep her expression veiled.

“Who the fuck are you?” asked the other Junker.

“I’m a representative from Ogundimu Prosthetics,” said the sales voice, “I believe there’s been a misunderstanding and you have one of our employees in your custody.”

“Employee? Sheila here was clambering in with all this---shocky rock-climbing gear!” said the other Junker.

“State-of-the-art electrician’s gear,” said the voice.

 Marti couldn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes at that.

“She’s a fucking spy,” said the Junker.

“She’s an employee. And Ogundimu Prosthetics would be very grateful if you released her custody back to us,” said the voice.

The junker looked back at Marti and the others.

“...Lotta money, them Ogundimu folks,” said another Junker in the wings.

“But what about the queen?” said another Junker, “She’ll want to know about the spy!” 

“Well if the suit here just wants to clean up a mess, who are we to stop him?” said the Junker still holding the boxcutter near Marti’s face.

“But not for free,” the other Junker emphasized.

“Of course,” said the Junker holding the boxcutter.

“Hm,” the Junker at the door turned back to the grille and said, “We’ll give her to you, on the condition that you give us--” He turned around and did a quick head count, “5 Million. Unmarked bills.” 

“Totally understandable. Let me get corporate on the line,” said the voice and the Junker closed the grille.

“I think that went well,” said the Junker at the door.

Marti did her best to curl into a protective ball as a massive plasma blast blew a giant hole in the garage door.

“You fucker--!” the Junker with the boxcutter yanked Marti up by her braid, moving to shove his blade to her throat when a graviton charge yanked him across the room and slammed him into the wall before another plasma blast hit him in the chest and he dropped to the floor.

The other junkers rushed him, but were quickly dispatched by plasma blasts before only one remained. Too far from Marti to try and threaten her, gripping only a tire iron to protect himself. “I--I thought we were negotiating!” 

“You know,” said Seye, rolling his wrists in their gauntlets, “I should have been clearer: When I said ‘We would be very grateful if you gave her back,’ that was the end of negotiations. That’s on me.”

The junker opened his mouth to respond but Seye extended an arm and with one more plasma blast the junker was knocked into the wall so hard the metal dented.

“Martina---” Seye’s voice dropped from its salesman pitch to its normal depth as he swept to her side in an instant. He tucked some of her hair aside to see a bloody gash in her forehead.

“I told you to untrack my beacon,” said Marti, still woozy.

“I’m bad with directions,” said Seye, alighting a small plasma torch on the fingertips of his gauntlets and cutting her chains loose.

“Are you in Australia on Talon business or corporate?” said Marti as Seye scooped her up in his arms.

“Talon,” said Seye, rising up to his feet.

“You’re really sucking at your mission then,” said Marti, as Seye walked off with her.

“Probably,” said Seye.

[lanochegata]

My nosejob experience

So i recently had surgery last wednesday. This is not something i been wanting to be truly open about to be honest, its a very sensitive subject but i feel like i need to for other girls and guys that are interested in plastic surgery and the rest that comes with it. So, i firstly got my first surgery may 3,2016. I disliked my nose for many years, but i lived with it and it didn’t bother me as much. As i got older(i just turned 20 in 2017) the more i cared about my appearance, and the more it bothered me. Sometimes it bothered me so much that i didn’t wanna leave my appartment and it would make me feel like i was about to cry. Simply because i felt like it covered my face. I felt like people truly didn’t see what a beautiful face i actually have because my nose ruined it all. I have big eyes that not many people noticed before my nosejob. the rest of my features are small, except for my nose. My nose wasn’t necessarily big, my nose bone was straight with a small hump but my nose tip was very round, abit long and had too much cartilage and no definition which i didn’t like. I wanted my face to be more serious and if I’m gonna be honest, perfect. So after i had surgery, nobody actually noticed and that proves that people don’t really look at your nose as much as you think inside your head. I know thats the truth, and i don’t care about other peoples noses, but i always feel like that doesn’t apply to me. I feel like i have and need to have these strict rules. I´m still trying to learn this myself, I haven’t learned it, but i try. Anyways, so why i did it twice is because my doctor had put the bandage crooked, so now my nose had become super crooked. Yet no-one really noticed. Now this obviously bothered me ALOT since i wanted my nose to be perfect. I still liked it, atleast the bone part had healed right and wasn’t crooked, it was only the soft tip part. My nose became a small button nose with a so called “ ski slope” bone. Its basically a cartoon nose, but my nose inspiration was Jaime king. So now i had the exact same nose as the model jaime king and i was overly happy. Well, that was at first but the more and more the nose healed the more it bothered me since it was crooked more after the months went by.  So finally, almost a year went by and its time for the second surgery. I had showered with this annoying soap called “descutan” a million times before i went to the clinic.I cleaned my room about 5 times the days before cause i wanted it to be clean when i won’t be able to do much. Clean bed sheets, and clean clothes. I had surgery time at 7 AM and got out of bed 5:30. Taxi arrived, and i was very calm but abit nervous. I was calm since i had done it before and knew this time they wasn’t gonna do the bone part again that caused me to be basically handicapped for a month with some bruises around my eyes and a lot of pain. I see a lot of people say “ ppl that can afford nose jobs are blessed” and “ lucky you!” but honestly its a living hell to go through and to be honest you’re better without it. I believe its a working progress to be happy with a flaw. But i guess i didn’t learn and it just felt like a pain that i had to go through it again. I can’t lie though, i liked being treated nicely after my surgery and i liked getting hurt. I know thats weird, but i recently got hurt by a guy i really liked and i have sort of a self harm behavior. I have issues, so if you love yourself and aren’t a really tough person that can handle pain good this is NOT FOR YOU. So, i had my second surgery April 19th, Open rhinoplasty with anesthesia. And yes, it wasn’t fun. It can be really scary for some people to go to the surgery room and i almost passed out so my anesthesia doctor had to put me down in a hospital bed to make me not pass out. I feel like that when i haven’t ate. This time i threw up when i came home cause the nurse forced me to eat since you’re not allowed to eat after midnight before your surgery. I waited a long time on my doctor cause he did surgery on someone else after me. He said everything went great and this time my nose is super straight. i shaked hes hand and said thank you. He then saw the drink i had got from a nurse and asked what I’m drinking. Anyways, i was “high” on strong aspirin pills for about 4 days. Nosebleed for 2 days,the 3d day i could finally pull out the nasty blood filled tampons inside my nose which hurts a lot and makes you get tears in your eyes but you can finally breathe through your nose and not your mouth thats super dry and been exfoliating itself from dead lipskin. Im on day 6 now, since time right now is 3 AM in europe. This time the surgery wasn’t nearly as bad as the first one cause of the no bone part. I can move, chew (which isn’t really allowed but if you do it lightly its good) walk, talk. I try not to laugh when something funny happens. But now the bandage is itching like crazy and the skin in ur whole face changes after surgery. it becomes extremely oily and abit swollen. I need to shower tomorrow and gonna call the clinic to ask if i can use the natural nosespray yet. Im getting the bandage/cast off on thursday morning, and stitches. This time my doc told me not to tape my nose after the cast is off cause he think thats what made my nose crooked. Im positive it was the bandage but whatever. Im still happy i did this surgery cause my nose is straight, and i can finally breathe right again and feel all the smells way better. Since I’m all about dolls and bimbofication which people may not know, i wanted a shorter nose to complete a doll face. Many people have told me there was nothing wrong with my nose before, but it wasn’t barbie-ish and it didn’t define what type of girl i really am. Im a girly girl and i felt like my nose ruined that. This is my personal issues and i should have learned to love my nose better but i wasn’t happy at all and i feel like if you don’t feel happy about something why not fix it? just know that its no dance on roses and it won’t fix all of your world problems.