#cars covered in hammers that explode and make hammers go flying everywhere

[possumsinpeoplesuits]

Look, guys, I know we're all angry right now, but do you know how many people each year are killed by cars covered in hammers that explode more than a few times and make hammers go flying everywhere? How do you think the families of those people who're killed by cars covered in hammers that explode more than a few times and make hammers go flying everywhere feel when you make light of their very real loss?

We can't just assume a threat about a totally real cause of death for almost 0 people is made as a joke, guys, we have to immediately take it seriously and report it to the FBI's cars covered in hammers that explode more than a few times and make hammers go flying everywhere task force (The CCIHTEMTAFTAMHGFETF for short) to be immediately unpersoned and made into the filling for those 2 for 0.99 Jack in the Box tacos.

If we bend the totally existent rules and don't treat a harassed minority as if her every word and action is done out of pure unadulterated malfeasance, what do you think will happen? That's right, everyone else will think that it's just okay to have cars covered in hammers that explode more than a few times and make hammers go everywhere, and the CCIHTEMTAFTAMHGFETF would be overwhelmed.

So, please. Take a moment to think on who's the real victim here, a minority targeted by repeated harassment for years, or the brave CEO who's dealing with the psychological stress of learning that someone wants him to be near a car covered in hammers that explodes more than a few times and makes hammers go flying everywhere?

If we don't stand with this poor man through this, people might think it's okay to be trans I MEAN MAKE TOTALLY REAL THREATS AGAI-

[aspenispoplar]

Ok so here's my thoughts on dungeon meshi as a D&D party finally.

Okay so Laios and Falin's players (P!Laios & P!Falin) are actually brother and sister in real life. P!Laios got his sister to join him in the D&D game he was in. She was pretty shy and so wanted to make a healer character.

So their party plays the campaign for a while. Maybe a couple years or so. Mostly it doesn't have all that intense of a plot, but everyone's enjoying it.

Then in the dragon fight, Falin's player asks the DM if she can save Laios from the dragon's critical hit bite. The DM says sure but she only rolls like a 13, so the DM lets her save him by sacrificing her character, and she agrees.

Everyone's quite shaken up about it all, and to up the stakes the DM has the couple DMPCs/hirelings they had leave the party.

And now we get to the main focus of this headcanon. After P!Falin died, she wanted to make a new character, with a really different vibe from her old one, especially since she had gotten a lot more comfortable playing D&D now. In real life, she and P!Laios enjoy cooking together a lot, so she talked to the DM and P!Laios about it, and out came Senshi- P!Falin's new character!

P!Laios decides to try to help support P!Senshi's desire to focus more on cooking by taking out a book on monster cooking which he put in his inventory as a bit during character creation.

Basically it went like this

DM, (thinking to DMself: they're pretty overleveled now for the earlier layers of the dungeon, I should try and make it harder on them): so, you're running low on money. Even without the hirelings to pay, you need to sacrifice some of your expenses or sell some of your equipment to afford everything you lost.

P!Laios: Hey DM, how much do our rations cost? Because remember that meme book that I gave myself during character creation on cooking monsters?

DM: *very large sigh*

P!Senshi: *barely-restrained giddiness*

That's the main headcanon, but I also have other minor little headcanons about the other two player's characters.

Chilchuck's player has had some antagonistic DMs who loved torturing their players with traps in the past, so when they were told by the DM that the campaign was going to be "a pretty realistic dungeon crawl", P!Chilchuck decided to make the most roguey rogue of all rogues to ever rogue. They maxed out the trap-finding score to the point where the DM had to actually start including more traps for Chilchuck to feel a bit more useful, since the DM never actually planned on using very many traps in the campaign.

Marcille's player is a huge anime fan, and has made on-and-off jokes this whole time about the dungeon being some sort of bad isekai plot.

DM: Marcille, you feel a wet splash on the top of your head, only seconds before a slime drops on top of you.

P!Marcille: Oh? It's on my head? Is it suffocating me? Choking me perhaps...? Restraining me?

DM: Fuck you. Also you take 2 acid damage.

*everyone laughs at the DM's pain*

DM: There is a large plant monster in front of all of you

P!Marcille: Oh? Does it have vines? Like, tentacle-ish vines?

DM: You know what? It does now. It's rolls a 17 on grappling you. Have a good time with that.

P!Marcille: *waggles eyebrows* okay then

DM: I am going to hit you with my car covered in hammers rigged to explode multiple times and hammers go flying everywhere

While all of this is going on the DM is actually secretly very pleased to make a bunch of worldbuilding around the dungeon ecosystem and monsters and everything.

[lobautumny]

Alright, this toy has decided to make a big, singular post detailing the entire Predstrogen situation to the best of its ability because it hasn't seen one that's up to date and wants to have something convenient to link to bring people up to speed. Apologies if there are mistakes in this explanation. It is difficult to round all of the information up concisely.

So, the first thing to mention, up-front, is that this all centers around a trans woman named Rita. This toy will primarily be referring to her by name, as this centers around several blogs and a Twitter account that all belong to her and have different handles.

So what the hell happened to Rita?

Well, after losing a couple of blogs (the first due to doing sex work on a side-blog and the second due to a harassment campaign from lolcow forums), she formed the Predstrogen blog, which stuck around for a while and became quite popular. However, the harassment campaign never ended.

Rita's posts on the Predstrogen blog received masses of false reports for untagged NSFW (or outright ToS-breaking) content while she and people who followed her or incidentally reblogged her posts were flooded with hate and misinformation about her. Rita tried to get into contact with Tumblr support over this harassment campaign and received nothing. Rita also contacted Tumblr support to ask about some images that she was unsure whether they fell within community guideline compliance or not, and was directly told that she was fine to post them.

Eventually, completely-SFW images (such as a transition timeline that was just two pictures of her face) on her blog started getting taken down because of the false reports. Rita reaches out to Tumblr again, this time to try to get the images back, and starts spreading the word about how fucked up this situation is and how the site's staff have been either incompetent or actively malicious towards her by allowing this organized hate campaign to go completely unchecked. As this starts blowing up, the Predstrogen blog gets banned for community guideline violations that never happened over alleged adult content.

Support finally gets back to her about the harassment campaign she'd been the victim of, and said that they found nothing that breaks Tumblr ToS so even if they wanted to do something, they simply couldn't. Put a pin in that.

So, she makes another blog, this one named Avewy. She starts doubling down posting about everything that's happened to her so far, and her harassers keep sending misinformation about why Rita was banned in bystanders' asks, abusing the fact that they aren't able to check the Predstrogen blog anymore to control the narrative about her. Eventually, when asked why Rita was banned, Matt (Tumblr's CEO) responds, giving the reasoning that it was for harassment (which she never did) and threats of violence against Tumblr staff.

Now, let's talk about that last point. What might he be referring to? Well, luckily for us, he cites one (1) piece of evidence! Several months ago (at least, this toy's pretty sure it was several months ago, the screenshot does not have a timestamp), Rita made a post on the Predstrogen blog in which she said, "I hope photomatt dies forever a painful death involving a car covered in hammers that explodes more than a few times and hammers go flying everywhere." That's it. Matt threatened to "work with police and FBI" over her wishing he succumbs to a Looney Tunes-ass fate. If she made any other more serious threats, Matt has never specified any of them, and it's impossible to go through her blog to check, so we have to assume that this is the only such instance.

Also, we know the whole "Predstrogen was banned for harassment" claim was a blatant lie, by the way, because the specific way Predstrogen was banned (all images from her posts were scrubbed from the site) is something that only happens for adult content violations.

Naturally, the Avewy blog also gets banned. There's no official reason given for that one, but we don't really need one at this point. After this, Rita simply makes yet another blog (by the name of Cyprederone), makes a goodbye post giving her final thoughts about Tumblr and everything that's happened to her, and linking all of her other social media accounts and her Discord server. So this is where the story ends, right? Like, surely, her finally being pushed off the platform for good is the last thing that happens in this series of events, right?

Right?

Matt, the very reasonable and level-headed man that he is, stalks Rita's Twitter account and starts harassing her there, and breaks data protection laws (according to Maia Arson Crimew, at least, and this toy will take its word on that) by listing off all of the usernames to her private alt accounts as some kind of gotcha when she reposted her transition timeline on that site and called it "too hot for Tumblr." He must've either realized or been quickly informed by his legal team that that post was probably illegal, because he quickly deleted it.

And that's approximately where we are right now. Once again, this toy might be getting some details wrong (it's mostly worried that some events are in the wrong order), and it apologizes if it does. Once again, unfortunately, it's hard to iron out the exact sequence of events when the blogs that Rita was documenting the sequence of events on have been deleted, and the whole situation was very hectic so it was difficult to internalize an exact timeline while everything was actually going down.

Some extra things to note:

Matt, in his response to Rita, refused to refer to her with she/her pronouns. Instead, he mostly referred to her as "they," and eventually edited his post to dehumanize her to "the account" because he was "unaware of pronoun preference and [didn't] want to misgender anyone." This is an interesting claim, considering he certainly had no trouble tracking down Rita's Twitter account, which has her pronouns in the bio, to harass her. At one point, Matt straight up referred to her as "it."

It's very telling that Matt made a big statement about how he now understands what targeted harassment feels like and will be looking into better moderation because of his experiences being harassed immediately after his staff denied that a trans woman who has been subject to a targeted harassment campaign for years was actually being harassed.

Rita's harassers made a point of it to especially target transmasc users with misinformation as a form of recruitment tactic.

This is far from the first instance of Tumblr's staff/moderation being discriminatory against trans people, nor is it the first time that bigots have gotten the auto-mod to ban a minority by mass-reporting their account. It's simply the instance of this happening that has generated the most attention.

The harassment Rita was receiving was painstakingly documented and literally included TERF accounts admitting to harassing her and organizing mass false reports. Despite simply lacking the resources to determine that users who were bragging about breaking ToS were, in fact, breaking ToS, staff have certainly been able to be very proactive in tracking down and punishing users who are a little bit too mean to Matt lately.

Despite Matt claiming that Rita was banned for her horrible, vile, evil, totally-not-a-joke death threat and talking about how serious these kinds of things are and how you simply cannot say them, this toy sees much more serious death threats and people earnestly telling each other to kill themselves on this website on a very frequent basis, and they always go completely unpunished, and it's certain that's not for a lack of reports.

If anyone has anything to add on or correct, this toy actively encourages you to do so.

[house-of-musez]

I rarely share my thoughts online, for a variety of reasons, but i feel like in lieu of absolutely no recent events, I should share a writing rule I know of.

It's called the 'rule of imitation' (I don't know if that's what it's actually called, it's just what I know it as). It appears a lot in children's cartoons, and oftentimes we don't even notice it's there since it's sort of a behind the scenes thing.

The idea is simple: You can't show something bad if a small child could see it and reasonably imitate it. Thus, it's fine for a character to be hit by a falling anvil, but not by a friend swinging a baseball bat. It's fine for a character to be shot out of a canon, but not to be shot with a gun.

A child isn't going to have access to a canon or an anvil, but they *could* have access to a baseball bat from the shed, or a gun from dad's bedside table. Thus, the more 'mundane' and less dangerous actions are actually *more* harmful to display, as they could lead to children doing those things and actually hurting someone.

I think this rule of imitation applies to a lot of other things too, mainly: Internet threats.

If someone says they hope another person gets stung by a thousand bees after falling in a vat of radioactive honey, you have to consider that you can't imitate that. It's not a threat because it is very clearly not an event or action that would be able to be replicated in the real world.

If someone says they hope another person dies a painful death involving a car that's covered in hammers that explodes a few times, causing hammers to fly everywhere, you have to consider that you can't imitate that. It's not a threat because it is obvious that no one would be able to do that in the real world, and thus remains in the realm of fiction.

Neither of those are death threats since the action itself is so wild and improbable that it is clear it is not meant to be a serious call to action. What *would* be a serious call to action is someone saying that they hope all [insert slur here] get SAed and stabbed, since that is an entirely possible and probable action for someone to do. *That's* a death threat.

Reporting someone for that should be taken seriously, as it is a genuine call for someone's death. Pursuing legal action towards one of my own, entirely made up examples (radioactive bees, car covered in hammers) would be ridiculous, since anyone with common sense could tell that it's not really a threat.

Of course, i feel the need to make sure @photomatt knows that this is in no way related to predstrogen, because I worry that if they assume that this *is* a jab at them I may get suspended, as that is apparently a valid response in Matt Mullenweg's eyes. Again, just a random thought that popped into my head and i felt the need to share with the good people of Tumblr, and nothing more.

[mechanica1-hands]

the fact that the image link matt first posted in the replies of the predstrogen "explanation" post was cropped to only show the reblog not ONLY to be like "LOOK LOOK she ADMITTED to sending me death threats" when that's not even what she said, but also that the actual "death threat" eventually included in post is so ridiculous and clearly not an actionable nor believable threat is just fucking depraved.

the key words in the original post should be "i hope" and "car covered in hammers that explodes[...]and hammers go flying everywhere" and referring to him as "photomatt" and not his actual name

it's not enough that it's insane matt as a ceo with SIZEABLE INFLUENCE would even be participating in this and posting screenshots, especially when what was obviously his "star witness" screenshot backfires and does not placate the masses, but he makes an even bigger ass of himself by posting this in the notes

framing the screenshot as him "making an exception" and doing all of us a favor is such a bullshit tactic, because if predstrogen was truly posting credible threats on his life then matt (being as irresponsible as he obviously is) would have posted it in a heartbeat, because this was his chance to prove anything of what he is claiming.

oh right, and the threat to report her to the feds! that's a great idea, let's report a trans woman to the fbi to terrorize her! because what else would it be for, to find a prototype of a car covered in explosive hammers?? even if there was a credible reason to start an investigation using federal resources, i doubt that matt would be posting screenshots and his awful takes on a public forum like this, it makes no difference whether he is the one who ones the site or not.

this was clearly a manufactured post to further spread misinformation about predstrogen and threaten any other trans women who's frustration with the site and it's blatant discrimination that they will be seen as a threat.

"you are free to export your blog and find another free or paid service" → "if you think i did something wrong stop it and go away"

[internalriot]

in what world is “i hope photomatt dies forever a painful death involving a car covered in hammers that explodes more than a few times and hammers go flying everywhere” a credible threat. its not even a threat at all really. do u think she has access to that? does she have an evil transgender lab where shes cooking up exploding hammer cars?? hell world hell world hell world. well i hope photomatt is impaled on the eiffel tower. whatever. this is tumblr dot com are we at the point where we need to permanently delete every blog that makes any sort of tom and jerry cartoon violence type of “threat”

[npdclaraoswald]

Even ignoring the fact that the cartoonish language of "i hope photomatt dies forever a painful death involving a car covered in hammers that explodes more than a few times and hammers go flying everywhere" makes it extremely clear that it's meant facetiously, "I hope you die" doesn't constitute a death threat imo. A death threat is "I'm going to kill you."

Not to mention the fact that people do actually say shit like "I'm going to kill staff with hammers" pretty much daily and I've never heard of anyone else permabanned for it. When people were migrating over from twitter and reddit, there were tons of posts like "Yeah, you can tell staff to go kill themselves, we do it all the time no problem." Obviously, it's not okay to send death threats or suicide bait, which again predstrogen's statement was not, but the unequal levels of "moderation" in response to the """"death threats"""" staff gets speaks volumes

[love-you-ominous-threats]

I am going to make you die a painful death involving a car covered in hammers that explodes more than a few times and hammers go flying everywhere

[azover]

you're a bunch of whiny children screaming and crying over someone who repeatedly threatens trans men and anyone who disagrees with her and then wails and throws tantrums when anyone fights back. she deserves to stay banned.

Hello Matt. You have been a terrible CEO. In front of you there's 5 accounts belonging to trans women. You must resist the urge to ban them within an hour. If you do not succeed, GASgasgggagsGAS will fill your chamber and make you poop your pants. Then a car covered in hammers will hit you and it will explode, making thousands of hammers fly everywhere. Make your choice.

On a serious note why dont you come off anon and post the links where she did that huh? I'm not the one that sounds like a pissy baby here. And for the record I'm a trans man. Even if she did what you said she did, the reasons given for the ban are fucking bullshit and are clearly transmisogynistic. By your standards demilypyro should also be banned but I'm not gonna go cry to the CEO that she's an evil trans woman and flag her posts as explicit.

So really nice move there bitch, really shows you're an ally to all trans people.

[valleyfthdolls]

Tumblr is a joke. I reported a transphobic death threat as a transphobic death threat and they told me it was nothing and they were just exercising their right to make transphobic death threats which went against neither the bigotry or violent threat policy because trans people aren't people or whatever. I reported the same post again and said "they said they hope photomatt dies forever a painful death involving a car covered in hammers that explodes more than a few times and hammers go flying everywhere it's such a real and tangible violent you guys had better ban them for life and call the FBI this is so serious guys" just to show my disdain for their ass-backwards priorities and they asked me to tell them more so they could determine if it needed to be deleted.

[wariodemambo]

What is your writing process? Do you go in one fell swoop? Do you leave and come back? Do you use a thesaurus? Do you re-read and swap out words? Do you try to match/beat your partner's length? Do you care about length at all? Do you look for fancier words? Do you get straight to the point? As artists, we only ever see your finished product. How do you craft your work?

I type almost all of my replies at work on my phone. (Discord/GoogleDocs) I use them as a skeleton and then rewrite the whole thing at home. Sometimes, if I'm lucky, I can write something incredible in one fell swoop.

I have a hard rule: I can't use more than two instances of a word in narration. Repetition may be one of the strongest assets... Which means it has to be used sparingly! So I often go to an online dictionary to find appropriate synonyms.

I like matching and outdoing to an almost daming degree! I think it's some leftover School Trauma :tm: ... I often delay replies if I can't get to my desired length, even if the reply itself suffices. My stuff can't just be good enough, you know? (Except for The Silly.)

That being said, I don't care about my partner's length that much... so no worries there! As long as I can work with it.

I'm trying to work on prose and flourish. I feel like, nowadays, I'm too direct it's almost damming! The English Teacher in my head is way too strict and I need to hit him with a car covered in hammers that explodes so the hammers fly everywhere.

Oh, and I totally rewrite old threads even if that part of the thread has been long replied to and forgotten by time. Self-satisfaction.

On my worst days, I block things out in [brackets]. But it's very rare and makes me feel like I'm pulling my teeth out. So I try not to do it even if it helps. I'm an idiot.

[clouds-of-wings]

Bluesky faced a similar situation last year, but it played out in an opposite manner. One user said that they hoped a prominent Black user would get pushed off of “somewhere real high.” In that case, Bluesky’s team decided it wasn’t a legitimate death threat, which strained the burgeoning platform’s relationship with its Black users. “Wisely or not, many people use violent imagery when they’re arguing or venting,” Bluesky CEO Jay Graber posted at the time. “We debated whether a ‘death threat’ needs to be specific and direct in order to cause harm, and what it would mean for people’s ability to engage in heated discussions on Bluesky if we prohibited this kind of speech.” When juxtaposed, these two moderation decisions show the difficulty that platforms have in making decisions about certain types of speech. While Bluesky deemed that getting shoved from “somewhere real high” is hyperbolic, Tumblr decided that “a forever painful death involving a car covered in hammers that explodes more than a few times and hammers go flying everywhere” is a sound threat.

[yourkimjaejin]

Aurora in 맛 Hot Sauce

Teaser

I’m gonna cover the Dreamverse videos in this section :)

Dreamverse Part 1

In this video, Aurora got a jean jacket, a black hoodie, yellow jeans and black vans. Her hair is parted with the top part in a high ponytail

As the music starts, we see Aurora not even sitting in a seat but on top of the car, Her legs between Jeno and Jaemin

2:06 - Aurora thowing her hand up while singing ‘I will dive into you’. Jeno and Jaemin both wrapping an arm around leg to make sure she doesn’t fall

2:16 -  the overhead camera getting a shot of Aurora, leaned back on her hands the air flowing thru her hair

2:24 - a shot of Aurora mid jump

At the end of the video you can see Aurora waving Jisung and Mark over 

Dreamverse Part 2

In this part, Aurora was wearing high waist jean shorts, a mint green cropped polo shirt, yellow platform converse and a white knitted cardigan

0:24 - Aurora’s helping Renjun clean up but her bumping into him causes him to drop the cup and the plate. The start whining at the both of them while Aurora says, “Mianhae oppa.”. Renjun waves her off. 

1:08 - Aurora sitting on the ground next to Jisung. She keeps taking glances at him. When the other boys try to blow out the candle she tries to swat them away. 

1:34 - Aurora gets up to leave with the others but she takes a glance back a Jisung, concerned.

This whole video Rosung shippers were FED I tell you. At the 1:57 mark, Jisung and Aurora walk in hand in hand to the swingset

2:12 - Aurora standing on the swing, like Chenle, but shes facing forward reaching for Renjun

Around 2:21 - between the shots of Mark and Jeno, is Aurora turning to face the camera with a soft smile on her face

Around 2:34 - Aurora singing her adlib with the boys standing around her 

2:41 - Aurora underneath Jisung’s arm laughs at Haechan and Renjun 

Around 2:44 - Aurora sliding down the slide before Jaemin

A shot of the members walking, Aurora and Mark walking ahead while she sings her second adlib

Dreamverse Part 3

Aurora doesn’t show up until the music starts. She’s wearing the blue pants with the white lines, a distressed white shirt, her jacket is long sleeved and cropped with the same boots the guys are wearing.

Her hair is tied back with a white headband

The crew gave her a sledgehammer and she had way too much fun smashing stuff. During her solo shots all you could hear was her gleeful giggles and she clanged the hammer against the random scrap piece surrounding her

0:44 - Aurora leaning forward on her sledgehammer on Renjun’s other side

Around 1:07 - Aurora slamming her hammer into a wood panel, breaking it. Pieces of wood flying in all directions, dust in the air.

Around 1:18 - Aurora hanging from a railing, a wicked smile on her face

When the guys are talking about their favorite members, Jeno mentions that he loved the girls with the big hammer. A picture of Aurora smirking with the name Roro appears on the screen

Aurora at the playground from Part 2 with Haechan, Chenle and Jisung. Shes laying in the sand in front of Haechan. 

2:50 - Aurora props herself up on her elbows to say Chenle’s line 

When Jisung looks up a 3:04, the camera cuts to Aurora’s flicking from the candle to Jisungs face before cutting back to Jisung. 

Hot Sauce Teaser

Before we even reach a second into the video, Jeno is spinning Aurora around in a circle while carrying her on his back

0:09 - Aurora thowing paper in the back next to Haechan

0:11 - Between Chenle and Haechan is a shot of Aurora blowing the camera a kiss

0:18 - Aurora saying golla ma dish stand next to Mark

Costumes

Crazy Jalapeno: Pictured above

Boring Jalapeno: a black henley shirt, a blue plaid flannel, ripped jeans, purple checkered vans, and a black beanie

Chilling Jalapeno: A snake print bodysuit, black jeans with fringe down the sides, snake print heeled boots and a black cardigan

Racecar Inspired Costumes: Jeans, an oversized red t-shirt with a cut down the middle that revealed the black halter crop top, red platform converse and a checkered scarf tucked into the side of her pants

Music Video & Behind The Scenes

The video starts with Jaemin and Aurora at the center of the formations. Aurora’s shoes making her the same height as Jaemin

0:31 - Shot of Aurora flicking her hands at the camera while saying her ad-lib ‘Spicy’ at the end of Jisungs line

0:43 - Aurora’s first line in the song and her vocals are smashing it. Fans can tell Aurora enjoys this dance. She gets so groovy during this part

0:49 - Aurora looking at Jaemin and Haechan, disgusted

1:43 - Aurora watching the TV’s with mark

1:55 - Aurora mock punching the camera while rapping ‘golla ma dish’

2:20 - Aurora and Haechan walking while harmonizing on their line. Haechan’s arm around her shoulders and Aurora’s arm around his waist

Around 2:40 - A shot of Aurora smirking at the camera

At the end of the video, Aurora is reaching for the back of Mark’s shirt to stop him from trying the hot sauce.

Aurora has really grown up. Before Aurora always seemed awkward while dancing. Never wholly confident in her movement but that was thrown out of the window for Hot Sauce

Fans we’re obsessed with Aurora’s red hair for this come back. It was still cut short but instead of lavender it was fire engine red. 

In the Dive Into You performance, after Aurora finishes her first line, Jeno, Jaemin and Aurora do a three way hand shake

Everyone could tell Mark missed being around the dreamies but being around Aurora now after missing two comebacks was culture shock for him. 

The Aurora he knew was quiet, extremely so. To the point where he would talk for her in interviews. So talked to the other members but barely. He constantly had to remind her that she belonged in Dream. But now, NONE of that is the case

Aurora wasn’t loud but her quips were deadly. She could say one line and all the boys would be down for the count. She wasn’t afraid of talking with host anymore. She even butted in on certain answers. She teased and played with the other member like it was nothing

“I think you graduating from dream made me grow up. I always relied on you because you were always there to guide me. I didn’t have to do anything. You did everything. But when you left we all had to step up. That included me.” 

Sometime in interviews Mark would just sit with the most proud dad smile on his face while Aurora confidently answered a question

A new ship arose from this comeback. That ship is called RoChan. In the early days of dream, Haechan treated her like a scared puppy. But now, Aurora all grown up and primed for teasing

Haechan loves to mess with Aurora because she’ll explode just like Renjun. But at the same time they find comfort in each other. All the members missed Mark but not like Haechan and Aurora. They really bonded in the time between We Go Up and Hot Sauce. 

Video of Haechan cuddling Aurora during one of the recent 8Dream vlives went viral. Fans everywhere cooing at the two members

In fact, Jeno, Mark, and Haechan were all particularly attached to Aurora person this entire comeback. Using their body to shield her in crowds of people

Slowly, Aurora has gained more fans as the years went by and this comeback is no exception. She got an explosion of new fans. Most in disbelief of how grown up she is now

But all fans of Dream could see how much more confident Aurora is now. Her presence on stage no longer timid. It was bold just like it used to be when she did her videos of Youtube

Her Lines

Hot Sauce

Total Time - 13 seconds

(0:43 - 0:47)neowa nae sai seonmyeonghi boin, keojyeoman ganeun yeolgi

(1:50, 1:55, 2:00)golla ma dish

(2:20 - 2:24)[AR/HC]  weonhae weonhae weonhaebwa deo babe, eolmadeunji deo barae barae babe

Dive Into You

Total Time - 18 seconds

(1:10 - 1:15)magmakhae gakkeum i maeume kkeuteun eodilji, neoinji

(2:13 - 2:20)maeil weroun natgwa gin bameul, na chaja hemaetteon geon neoyeosseumeul

(2:54 - 2:57)I will dive into you

[spookyspaghettisundae]

Going Home for the Holidays

Rita hid behind the couch. She dared not peek over the edge or around either of its corners, fearful that she might be seen.

Almost everybody grows up in fear of the dark, using light to keep at bay any things unknown and scary. But the bright overhead lamps and strings of fairy lights on the shelves and even the mellow shine from the Christmas tree did nothing of the sort.

Even night itself had yet to fall, dusk’s twilight shedding a dim blue glow from outside, pouring in through the windows. The living room of her old family home was anything but dark.

None of that helped. For they were here and not a single one of them feared the light.

Worse, the light only made their each and every visage all the more horrifying to behold. Masks covered their faces—masks made of what could only be identified as dried husks of flesh, stitched together like bandages, covering any semblance of a human countenance.

Rita trembled all over. The grandfather clock tick-tocked away, so loud and obnoxious as if to mock her. She prayed without words that they had not seen her hide where she cowered, that they could not hear her. Holding her breath only made her heart race faster.

She hoped their hearing was no better than her own. Because these were no normal vampires.

They did not bite you, nor did they drink your blood. They did not have superhuman strength. They could not fly, nor could they turn into bats. Vampire fiction had gotten it all wrong.

All they did was chase, and talk in familiar voices not their own. Regurgitate words and phrases that sounded almost exactly like the people whose faces they had stolen, with only a mild warble or eerie distortion that gave them away.

When they caught their quarry, they made them wear masks.

Like Rita’s brother, Steven. They had made a mask out of their father’s face, and now Steven wore it. Or whatever Steven was now.

Her whole hometown, the entirety of Greenwick—everybody had been turned. Everybody she ran into on her mad dash through town, everybody had been wearing these hideous skin-masks. Every one of them gave chase.

Whenever Rita lost one, others spotted her, or heard her, and ran after her in pursuit.

Her lungs now burnt with the fire of exhaustion. The house of her family where she had grown up in had been her last resort. She had hoped to find safety here, to warn her family, to escape Greenwick with them. But she was too late.

Vampire Steven, wearing her father’s face, now stalked through their childhood home, hunting for her.

Something fell, something that sounded like plastic slapping on a hardwood floor. Her nostrils flared as she struggled to not breathe loudly. Part of Rita wanted to peer around a corner—needed to. If she saw him first and knew which way to flee, then she would have better chances at outrunning him.

Worst case scenario, more of them were converging on the house. Right now. Hunting her. A blanket of beautiful snow had covered the entire town, and her tracks would lead them all right here. Even as night fell quickly outside, all the Christmas lights adorning this suburban winter wonderland would clearly outline her footprints crisscrossing through the village. Right back here.

Just a matter of time. Time she wasted in hiding. Behind a crummy couch.

That realization finally sank in, steeled by an instinctual drive to survive. She had to escape and she had to make a move—now. Complacency would get her turned into one of them and she did not want to find out what that meant.

Shaking like a leaf, she crawled to the end of the couch and looked around its side.

Vampire Steven sat atop the bookshelves, amidst the fairy lights, perched there in a grotesque pose of a human mimicking a predatory bird.

The awful mask hid his natural facial features. The layers of frayed and sewn-together human skin strips left only hollow dark spots where his eyes should be, through which he could see. And she could feel his stare, meeting her gaze and burning a hole into her very soul.

He tilted his head. He had been waiting there. He had known she was there, all this time.

Rita scrambled to her feet and stumbled up into standing, staggering as she broke out into running from behind the couch. The loud thud behind her heralded Steven leaping down and chasing her right out of the living room. Her awkward lurching start robbed her of any much-needed momentum and he grabbed her by her arm.

“You know how expensive that tablecloth is?” he asked—but in dad’s angry voice, repeating a traumatic line she had long forgotten from decades ago.

Heart pounding like a drum, she kicked and screamed and flailed about. A fist connected here, a kick there. Multiple times, hitting things both soft and hard. Fleshy patches, spots that hurt where bone struck upon bone. His grip tightened, another one of his hands groped at her shoulder but slipped away in the struggle.

“Why the hell are you late? Answer me,” said her dad through the vampire mask. Repeating that caused her blood to curdle as he screamed, “Answer me!”

Rita began crying, sobbing, and Vampire Steven grunted. The next moment her eyes were open, she had clawed him in the face and he let go, clutching his horrid man-mask, burying its front in both hands.

She had no sympathy for him—for it. Deep down, she knew: this was not Steven. This was not her father. This was a thing. This was them.

She ran, knocking over a chair and slamming a door shut behind her. She almost gasped in relief when she saw a set of car keys on the counter. She snatched them while dashing and exited through the next door, hearing thundering footsteps nearing until someone ripped the kitchen door open through which she had entered.

“Bacon’s great, but bacon alone is hardly breakfast, honey,” said her mother’s voice, albeit distorted. The words came from Vampire Steven again.

He lunged at Rita, swiping at air instead of connecting.

She grunted and stifled a scream as she pushed over the heavy metal shelves in the garage. A cacophony of metal screws rattling out and a toolbox clattering to the ground and plastic boxes exploding and spilling everywhere erupted, the contents of those shelves all tumbling down and barricading the door to the garage.

The pounding of Vampire Steven’s fist as it hammered against the door sang with murderous rage. Rita whimpered as she backed away from it, growing certain that it would hold for now.

He stopped punching the door in futility and retreated, likely to find another way to get to her, but she wasted no time and fumbled with the keys, unlocking the car, sliding into the driver’s seat, and firing up the engine.

Little lights on the dashboard flared up, a soft and repetitive dinging sound nagged her to put on her seatbelts, and the quiet engine all drowned in the bedlam of the car smashing through the garage door, splintered planks of wood raining down on and around the vehicle as she backed down the driveway.

The car skidded, the inch of snow on the ground reducing its traction. She pulled the hand brakes and ripped the wheel around, causing the car to slide and spin around in violent motion, surprising Rita with how effective the unintentional maneuver ended up being. The car was now facing down the drive, ready to roll out into the streets of Greenwick, and she could escape this doomed town.

Switching her headlights on, the cones of bright illumination sliced through the darkness of night that had fully fallen. They exposed the many people from around town, all standing in the road, all staring at her with hatred, or hunger, or some combination of both.

All of them wearing those God-awful masks. Even outside of the cones of light shed by the car, the Christmas lights on the lawns and houses of neighboring properties drew clear and ghastly silhouettes of the horde of these vampires, standing in wait for her.

The tires spun out of control when she stepped on the gas and the car lurched forward but the mass of vampires engulfed the vehicle. Some of them must have gotten hurt and knocked around, but they were too many. A living sea of bodies that brought the car to a halt before it ever really started.

Hands and fists thumped against its body and windows with fury, a staccato of menacing thunder erupting all around Rita. The car’s wheels found purchase and propelled it forth another few feet, but the mass of vampires held the car in place.

And voices of people she had known from growing up in Greenwick, they reached her through the windows, muffled, sounding bizarre in how out of place their words seemed now.

“I tried my hand at professionally raising and selling koi carp for a while, but I got back into working at the hardware store after two years of that,” said a garbled Jacob from down the street.

“Both of these toasters look pretty good. Help me decide,” said Gina.

“Eh, I wouldn’t rely on those maps. Just use your phone,” mumbled Mister Ferrer.

The voices blended together and the shock and adrenaline and the pounding of Rita’s heart and the rushing of blood in her ears and the panic all blended together into one toxic soup, clouding her every thought. The darkness encroached from the edges of her vision, the chaos and noise blotted out her hearing, or her sensory faculties just all began shutting down, all at once.

She remembered the nightmare from the night before. The blur of the day, waking up early and slapping the alarm clock beside her bed, silencing that annoying beeping noise when it went off—and tearing her out of that nightmare.

Packing her bags for the long drive from the city to Greenwick. The weird thing about that dream was how she had been someone else—a woman named Caroline. Everything else looked and seemed and felt like her own life, but she was this Caroline instead. On her way home for the holidays to get together with her family. All the same, but something was slightly off about it.

And before that alarm clock went off and saved her from the end of the dream, the sky ripped open in it. The void between the stars of a night over the same idyllic town of Greenwick, it just parted and the hungry maw of something greater began to feast on the ripe fruit that was this town. Something colossal, monolithic, and awful. Something that wore the heavens like a mask. An entity by the unspeakable name of Yoz'odrhaxz.

The ringing in her ears grounded her, the thumping of hands against the car which she still sat inside of, locked in, with the vehicle bobbing wildly in every direction due to the vampires in the hideous masks shaking it. The dream was gone. Reality mercilessly caught up to her.

It dawned on her that thinking of last night’s nightmare was her last form of escape. Her final feeble attempt at thinking her way out of this predicament. Her last hope that none of this—none of these vampires, none of this hopelessness—that none of it was real.

But the shaking of the car was real. The horde of aggressors, separated from her only by thin sheets of safety glass, plastic, and metal; protected only by pathetic synthetic things that bent and groaned and threatened to break any second now.

And that panic, seeping into her bones.

The first window cracked, then a fist punched it in and hands started grabbing her. Rather than fighting back anymore, the shock had fully seized her. Just like the hands that grasped and clutched and pulled, the cold embrace of wintry air engulfed her as she was tossed onto the wet ground, slipping and sliding on a slick of trampled-down snow.

Before she could turn around onto her back of her own volition, vampiric hands had pushed and pulled and thrown her into that prone position. And Jacob, her childhood friend and long-time crush, held out one of those hideous masks. In a way that she saw it from the inside.

The stitched-together strips of flesh shuddered, either in a gust of wind, or because they were alive somehow.

He lowered it down onto her with slowness and precision until the last inch in which it just slapped onto her face like a piece of raw chicken. All the air got sucked out as it nestled snugly against her skin, like a suction cup grabbing hold of the flesh.

She did not black out. She did not wake up.

Rita was one of them now.

Only one objective remained in the wasteland of her quickly eroding mind, standing atop a mountain of bleached bones and rubble, looking out from the mountain of broken thoughts and surveying her surroundings with a laser focus.

The violence ceased abruptly. They helped her up, getting her back up onto her feet.

They had more people to turn. Had to make more. Make them more like them. Once they had gathered enough, the feast would begin.

Yoz'odrhaxz demanded it.

The sky waited.

Caroline awoke.

—Submitted by Wratts

[brazenautomaton]

I got derailed and then rerailed onto something else, so the next bit of the fight was delayed

this part of the scene would almost certainly be cut from the movie because this is just a long-ass fight and the end is mostly “back to zero”, but I need it because my mission is to show off everyone doing cool things with their powers and tell a story with the fight choreography, and with eight of them that means a lot of fighting to go around

Thanos appears with the Space Stone, nearly on top of Sailor Mercury. In each hand he has a massive cylindrical, shielded chain gun clearly ripped off of the ship -- point defense guns.

Her gem is Searing, and a halo of delayed ice spears are hanging in the air all around him. As their timers go off and they strike the most obvious place for him to warp back to, engulfing him in an extremely localized, howling blizzard. Mercury smiles at him, says “Frozen Rhapsody,”  and steps backward off the cliff to safety.

Bombarded with frost attacks and encrusted in rime, Thanos and his gear are frozen solid momentarily, tinged blue. Venus throws her Love-Me Chain to the cliff and yanks herself upward, cresting it into a spinning flip. Her chain reforms into a giant sledgehammer, and she mutters “breakoffbreakoffbreakoffbreakoff…” as she comes in to a somersaulting strike at Thanos’s left elbow. It doesn’t. Her attack is deflected, but the hammer keeps going and she smashes through the left side cannon.

She mashes the head of her sledgehammer into Thanos’s left palm, where it melts and forms around his hand, forming a mold. She twists the handle out, and as Thanos thaws out, forms it into a spear.

Venus: “Don’t you know not to bring a gun to a magic fight?”

Thanos puts his guard up and she immediately starts jabbing toward his face with her spear. He divides his attention between protecting his face, and keeping her from lunging toward his remaining cannon -- he manages to shove it behind him. Venus and Thanos slowly circle each other, Thanos feinting, Venus jabbing into his face in between theatrical twirls and spins. Uranus crests over the ridge, storms raging around both hands, and begins shooting narrow cyclones at his head like lasers.

Thanos: “You think this is a game.”

This continues with Thanos on the defensive, circling, until suddenly he grabs Venus’s spear, yanks it from her hand, and slaps something behind him -- he’s circled around until the gun is pointing between his legs at her! A storm of anti-missile flechettes erupts from the cannon, and Venus flails and sputters like someone is spaying a fire hose into her mouth. She conjures a tower shield, which is shredded, the front of a steam train, which is shredded, and a car hood, which is shredded, as she is pushed back with her gem glowing brighter and brighter until it’s Searing.

“Cyclone cleaver!” Uranus shouts, conjuring a wall of wind to deflect the gunfire -- now the flechettes are flying EVERYWHERE. Venus manages to duck out over the ridge. Thanos now is able to pick up the cannon, mash the firing mechanism with his still-pinned Gauntlet, and aim it properly. He sprays a line of suppressing fire below him over the ridge, then turns his attention to airborne Uranus. Wind whipping through her hair and clothes, Uranus flies at top speed, darting into and through the floating rocks above them as she narrowly avoids the trail of gunfire. The finned heat sinks on the sides of the cannon glow red hot, white hot, until Thanos mashes the Gauntlet into it, and melts off the orcihalcum block in his palm like a stick of butter. Uranus vanishes from sight behind a large asteroid-like floating rock. Power! Thanos is enclosed by a purple dome of force. He takes a second to get his bearings. In the background, the same angle as before, we can now see Saturn off in the distance, on the ship, chopping the remaining cannons in half.

Venus and Mercury are underneath Thanos’s vantage point, in the shadow but pinned down. They look up, awaiting an overhead attack and Mercury has her finger to her ear.

Mercury: “...looks like a point defense gun. They, ah, they shoot lots of tiny flechettes, so they can blow up incoming missiles and asteroids…”

Further out, Moon, Jupiter, Mars, and Ceres are hiding behind a large rock outcropping as cover. Mars is spinning together fire spells, sticking them to her fingertip, and leaning around the corner to take pot shots at Thanos’s shield. Occasional bursts of cannon fire sweep over or at them. Next to her, Moon has her finger to her ear and is nodding and saying “uh-huh” a lot. Ceres and Jupiter peek around the opposite corner.

Jupiter: “One, two… I think he just activated all three, but he didn’t go anywhere. What did--”

As she is saying this, the Thanos Spectre flickers into existence. It looks like a 3-dimensional outline sketch of Thanos made of purple neon tubes, and its left eye is missing but its right one is glowing. It wastes no time announcing itself -- it dashes forward, grabs the unaware Mars and Moon, and HURLS them upward as hard as it possibly can. They go flying in Titan’s low gravity. It then mimes the position of holding and firing the cumbersome PD cannon, match cut to Thanos actually holding it, with his right eye closed. He begins to spray them with fire.

Moon conjures a silver bubble around herself with a cry of “Moonlight Protector!” Mars tries to regain her balance and rocket-dash away, but the air turbulence in the low gravity has her spinning too much, and her explosive burst sends her spinning out of control. The stream of fire from Thanos is erratic and jerky, but she’s nicked and grazed by several shots her magic doesn’t stop. As she flies across Sailor Moon’s position, they extend their hands to catch each other and pull Mars to safety, wind whipping their hair all about… and are too far apart, only able to graze fingertips.

Below, Jupiter and Ceres crack their knuckles. “Oh now this is amateur-hour magic,” Jupiter says before delivering a hammerblow to the Thanos Spectre’s gut. The Spectre tries to fight back, but as its attention is being split between two bodies and this form is Thanos without the Power stone, Jupiter and Ceres completely dominate it. Jupiter shoulder-throws it, sweeps its legs, and punches it into the wall; every time it collides with a surface, it’s impaled by Ceres’s summoned stone spikes, causing more and more of the lines that define it to flicker out. Its attacks are easily deflected and countered.

Falling, Moon grits her teeth and rips out one of her weird white hair barrettes, chucking it to Sailor Mars. Mars catches it, and clutches it to her body in the fetal position as Moon conjures another silver bubble shield around it, just as Mars gets fully targeted by the cannon and blasted with fire. Their barriers deform as they hit the ground, breaking their fall, and Jupiter and Ceres have the Spectre in an arm-hold when they do.

Thanos dismisses the Spectre and opens his eye. Looking down at the battlefield, he can see Mars, Ceres, and Moon advancing over the open ground, all underneath a large hemisphere force field. He sprays it with fire, but it just makes “water droplet into pond” effects. He looks up, no Uranus in sight, and Space! A twisty distortion appears in his field of fire. He fires into it, dragging his aim back and forth.

And below flechettes start raining from a hole in space onto Mercury and Venus. Venus conjures a pair of metal bollards to hide behind, deflecting fire away, but they dig nasty divots out of her shield, even though they can’t focus fire accurately. The Mars / Ceres / Moon trio speed up, approaching the cliff. Ceres trips and falls as she runs, taking Moon with her, dropping the barrier. Thanos stops firing to dismiss the Space effect, then aims down at .the undefended Moon, realizing a fraction of a second too late that Ceres’s arm is buried in the ground and a stone hand is now grabbing the barrels of his cannon. The weapon explodes with the barrels unable to rotate. Space! Thanos takes himself down to their level behind them--

-- where Mars and Ceres, holding hands, are shouting ”LAVA BLOSSOM!” the moment he arrives. A flower of molten lava emerges from the ground, not QUITE directly under his left hand, and engulfs the Gauntlet leaving it unable to open, encased in glowing lava.

Moon, Mars, and Ceres stand before him. “It’s clear I underestimated you.” he says. He looks like he’s going to say something else, but he lunges with his glowing lava fist. Ceres pulls up a barrier of stone, but she yanks it from the ground starting with Mars, and it isn’t to her when Thanos mashes the lava fist into her.Her gem glows, brighter, and shatters trying to hold back the damage; she is sent flying backwards and her formal suit coat she wore as a civilian bursts into flames.

She tears it off her, looks to Sailor Moon, and shouts “Finish the mission!”

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Chapter 12; Avengers vs. Ultron

And here we are guys, the climatic part of the story, the epic battle between the Avengers and the Ultron bots. And ohhh man....prepare yourselves for the next couple of chapters because it WILL BE BRUTAL. But for now enjoy this chapter and fill free to listen to some of the music choices I have for yah I guarentee you’ll like ‘em :)

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Suddenly coming out from the clouds right beside us was a ginormous ship. Pietro and I separated from each other and ran up the broken bridge to get a closer look as we couldn’t even believe this was actually happening.  We turned to each other and I broke out into a wide smile and tears were rolling down my face happily, it was a miracle.  Pietro held me tight, kissing my forehead before taking off as the voice continued.

‘Nice right? Pulled her out of mothballs with a couple of old friends, she’s dusty but she’ll do’.

‘Fury you son of a bitch’. Steve’s voice said.

‘Ooh! You kiss your mother with that mouth?’ Pietro and I now stood by Steve and Romanoff just in time to see smaller ships heading towards us.

“This is SHIELD?” Pietro and I asked.

“This is what SHIELD is supposed to be” said Steve. We turned towards them then looked back out and Pietro said.

“Zhis is not so bad”.

“Alright, I take back everything I’ve ever said against SHIELD” I chuckled out still not believing that this was actually happening.

“Let’s load them up” commanded Steve then the four of us took off towards the building that Pietro and I had led our group of civilians.

“Alright come on everyone! We’re getting out of here!” I exclaimed.  Pietro and I soon led the group of over 100 people outside over towards the bridge towards the lifeboats that had just landed.  Shield agents came out with their guns in case anymore of Ultron’s bots came at us while we were loading in the people.

“Wolfie, you help group the people so they don’t get too spread out” Pietro told me.

“You got it Big Grey”. I turned into Bad Wolf’s form and like a sheepdog, I helped our group stay in line and quickly led them onto the lifeboats where they all quickly took a seat and buckled up. 

‘I got it! Create a heat seal. I could…I could supercharge the spire from below’. Stark’s voice rang through my collar as I was helping herd Steve’s and Romanoff’s second group into their lifeboats. My ears soon caught the sound of an engine blowing up and I saw one of the lifeboats engines had been fired and was tilting downwards.  

My ears bent worriedly but I caught sight of someone destroying the bot that fired at the lifeboat while Stark got under it and lifted the corner up.

‘Thor, I’ve got a plan’.

‘We’re out of time! They’re coming for the core!’ Thor’s voice rang out.

‘Rhodey, get the rest of the people on board that carrier’.

‘On it’. The voice I assumed to be Rhodey said before Stark’s voice stated again.

‘Avengers, time to work for a living’. I grunted then headed towards the church where I smelled everyone else heading.  When I got there, Thor, Stark, the Vision, Pietro and Steve were battling a few robots from trying to reach the core. I leaped in and tore a robot’s head off with my teeth.

It was then Wanda and Clint arrived at the church, Pietro ran up to Mama Bear as did I and Pietro asked.

“You good?”

“Yeah, are you both fine?” she asked us.

“We’re fine, aren’t we Wolfie?” Pietro rubbed my head affectionately as I grunted lovingly.

“Romanoff. You and Banner better not be playing ‘hide the zucchini’”. Stark said.

‘Relax shellhead, not all of us can fly’ her voice rang through my collar.  Soon plowing in on a bulldozer was Romanoff who had taken down about a dozen robots. She came up to Stark and asked, “What’s the drill?”

“This is the drill. If Ultron gets a hand on the core, we lose”.  Soon the Hulk came in and completely destroyed two robots, the first one by landing on it and the second one with a simple backhand then he walked towards us. Finally Ultron himself came before us.

“IS THAT THE BEST YOU CAN DO!?” Thor roared out. Ultron raised his hand and soon the rest of the army of robots came running in from all sides before us.

“You had to ask” stated Steve.

“This is the best I can do, this is exactly what I wanted, all of you against all of me. How can you possibly hope to stop me?” Ultron said.

“Well, like the old man said,” Stark stated turning to Steve before facing Ultron once more before finishing. “Together”.  The Hulk loud out a roar and Ultron’s army came heading right for us and the battle truly began.

Gunshots, arrows flicking off their string, punches, Iron clashing with each other, electrical weapons zapping, red energy zapping and flying everywhere, snarls, barks and howls, blasts firing, bots being crushed or exploding, everything sounded off as the Avengers all fought as one pack to defeat Ultron and not let a single bot even graze the core.

We fought as one mighty pack ending each of Ultron’s bots.  Using each of our strengths and powers we made sure that not a single bot was left alive. I would howl to cripple the bots while any of the Avengers took their shot and destroyed them.  When I was tackled, I snarled and rolled over making sure to use all my strength to crush the bots that were on my back or to quickly grab them with my fangs and rip them apart.

Some of us even worked together to destroy them like when Mama Bear had a bot in her powers, Stark flew in and quickly destroyed it with his repulsor ray. When I had too many bots on top of me, Pietro quickly came up and tackled them off of me, and when I took notice of the Hulk having a few bots in his grasp, I thought it’d be entertaining for us to have a little tug of war match. 

So I quickly gripped the other end of the bot he already had in his mouth and pulled as hard as I could as did he on his end until we both tore the bot in half before spitting it back out and grinning at each other.

I then took notice of Ultron fighting against the Vision, Ultron threw Vision into the church roof but then fired the gem right at Ultron pushing him out of the church and I soon took notice and Thor and Stark both had the same idea and apparently so did I.

The three of us stood by Vision and Thor summoned his lightning from his hammer, Stark fired his repulsor rays and I standing between Vision and Thor used my resonance howl and we all aimed our attacks right at Ultron.  The four of us using full power right at Ultron until he began crippling apart then once Ultron fully submitted and collapsed tiredly, we ceased our attack but I kept snarling defensively at him with my tail erect and fur ruffled madly as Ultron groaned and stood up.

“You know, with the benefit of hindsight….” He was then suddenly punched by the Hulk and was sent flying before the Hulk turned his attention to the few robots that just stood there before taking off running as best as they could with the Hulk right behind them but once they reached the end of the city rock, they took off flying.

“They’ll try to leave the city”. Stated Thor.

“We can’t let them not even one. Rhodey!”

‘I’m on it!’ I then took notice that Vision took off flying in the air towards the bots and I saw him destroy every single one of them leaving Rhodey confused. 

I trotted back inside the church just as Steve was saying. 

“We gotta move out even I can tell the airs getting thin, you guys get to the boats, I’ll sweep for stranglers, be right behind you”.

“What about the core?” asked Clint.

“I’ll protect it”. Said Wanda.  Clint turned towards my sister and she turned to him and said again, “it’s my job”.  Soon he, Romanoff and Rogers soon left.  Pietro soon came zipping in after ripping apart a bot and I phased back into my human form as Wanda told us. “Get the people on the boats!”

“Wolfie and I aren’t going to leave you here” said Pietro.

“I can handle zhis”. She then fired her energy at an incoming stray robot destroying it making Pietro and I shrug in understandment.  “Come back for me when everyone else is off, not before”.  Pietro groaned in annoyance as the two of us walked off and Wanda demanded, “You both understand?”

“You know, I’m 12 minutes older than you”.

“And wolves are known to be stubborn creatures and refuse to obey orders” I teased.

“Go” Wanda chuckled at both of us.  Soon Pietro and I took off out of the church.

I managed to get a hold of Steve’s scent as he was searching for anyone who was still straggling behind due to the wreckage. I ran up to him and said. 

“Captain, looks like you could use an expert tracker”.

“It would seem I would, thank you”. I sniffed the air and said.

“Just 5 yards out to the left in Ms. Viola’s flower shop, there are 10 people still hiding in her shop”.  We then took off towards the flower shop and I entered first and said to the people who were frightened beyond belief. “It’s okay now, we’re here to get you to a ship that will get you off the city but we need to go now!” I then guided them each out of the shop and Steve and I lead them towards the last lifeboat that was still filing in the last few people.

Once they got on board, Steve placed his hand on my shoulder and said.

“Nice job kid, you get on that boat, I can take care of it from here”.

“You sure?” I asked.

“Yeah, you worked hard today She-Wolf, you deserve to take a rest”.  He then gestured me to the lifeboat and I took a seat on one of the empty seats.  

I could hear the Hulk’s roar from my seat as could everyone else and I saw a car pull up and watched as Romanoff run towards the Hulk and Clint came on board and stood in front of me.

“About time you showed up archer” I teased. He turned towards me and smirked.

“Well look who’s finally sitting for once like a good dog”. He teased back.

“Better watch yourself, you’re talking to a wild animal here”.

“Yeah, cause from where I’m standing she looks so dangerous” he ruffled my head messing up my hair in the process.  I cried out and playfully slapped his hand away when both Clint and I heard Zrinka’s voice. She was covered up with a blanket and bleeding from the front of her head, nose and her knuckles were bruised up. 

“Costel. We were in the market. Costel!” We both looked up and I could see poor little Costel trying to get out from the hatch where they put all their trash bags together before shipping it to the dump. Before Clint could run off to save Costel, I said to him.

“No archer, you stay here. I’ll go get him”.

“You sure kid?”

“Yeah, besides he knows me and I’ll easily get him out of there quicker and back here faster than you ever could”.

“You know you’re just as bad as your brother” he playfully insulted.  

“That’s my Big Grey alright” I smirked then I took off running towards Costel.

Once I reached him, the poor boy was still struggling to pull himself up so I knelt down and reached out for him saying.

“It’s okay Costel, remember me?” I phased my eyes to wolf gold for a brief moment so that he would know who I once was to him.

“(Y/n)?” He weakly said.

“That’s right, now come on, I’m gonna get you back to your sister” I then pulled him out of the trash but I suddenly heard gunfire right behind me and when I turned I saw a rain of bullets heading straight for me.

I swallowed my fear and stood tall.  Well, I guess this is what comes with being a hero right, at least now I could finally be reunited with my tribe once again and no longer be remembered as Hydra’s BAD WOLF.  I quickly turned and shielded Costel with my body awaiting my fate. 

But all I felt was a gust of wind blow right past me.