#civis anonyme

[lilias42]

J'était super heureuse de trouver une autre artiste française qui aime fe3h, dommage que tu déteste autant Edelgard :(

Bonjour chère civis anonyme ! Bonne fête des travailleuses, des travailleurs et de la lutte pour leurs droits en ce 1er mai ! J'espère que vous avez pu aller en forêt pour trouver du muguet ! Il devrait être assez résistant pour que vous le gardiez toute l'année et si vous avez eu de la chance, vous avez dû voir les dernières jonquilles du printemps ! (si elles n'ont pas passé l'arme à gauche après le froid de mort qu'il y a eu ces derniers jours [ou alors, c'est ma punition pour habituer dans une ville qui ressemble à un frigo])

Pour votre question, c'est vrai que je n'aime pas du tout ce personnage ni ceux qui la soutiennent (comme Hubert, Doro ou J*ritza et ma BD en cours est un démontage en règle de Lonato) alors, pour éviter que les gens qui les apprécient ne tombe sur ce que je dessine ou écrit, je met toujours "ed*lg*rd crit" et "anti ed*lg*rd" pour bien prévenir les gens, et je triture le nom de ce personnage polémique pour éviter que la recherche Tumblr n'envoie les gens sur mon blog (et je bloque à vue les stans les plus virulents sans aucune hésitation, ça aide, surtout que c'est leur discours qui me l'ont fait la détester autant). Si vous avez un blog, vous devriez bloqué ces tags afin d'être sûr de ne pas tomber sur du contenu trop critique ou alors, en créer un spécifiquement pour les bloquer. Comme ça, vous pourrez voir l'art que crée les artistes sans voir leur contenue qui pourrait faire polémique.

En plus, je poste des trucs sur elle tous les 36 du mois (même si le prochain dessin risque d'être une suite comique au dernier) et je dessine bien plus sur mes OC (en particulier mes Braves qui détesteraient Delagarde tous autant qu'ils sont) ou je poste des histoires centrées sur la famille Fraldarius qui est de loin mon élément préféré du jeu, j'adore Rodrigue et Félix ! Je met sur mon blog ce que je crée, et je crée ce qui me plait selon mes gouts et mes sensibilités, rien que toutes mes différentes fics sont complètement en opposition de la philosophie de ce personnage (rien que Clovis est une sorte de Delagarde qui s'assume et c'est un grand méchant sans contestation possible) alors, mes dessins sont dans la même veine. Ce serait comme rentrer dans une boulangerie et appelé le patron pour dire "y a pas assez de viande dans cette boulangerie ! Pourquoi vous faites pas du steak haché ?!". C'est juste pas ce qu'on fait dans cette maison.

Donc, j'espère que vous trouverez un autre artiste francophone plus en accord avec vos gouts car, on ne sera surement jamais d'accord sur ce personnage et tout ce qu'il représente.

Sur ce, de nouveau un très bon 1er mai à vous chère civis anonyme ! Si vous gardez un brin de muguet trouver le 1er mai toute l'année, ça porte chance alors, j'espère que vous en aurez !

[elizabethemerald]

DP x DC: Silent Extraction

AO3

First Prev

Team Batgirl was away from Gotham on a mission. Stephanie was proud of the fact that the Batgirls were the ones Bruce trusted with this mission. With Barbara on the coms directing, Steph as the charismatic face of the operation and Cass as the super sexy, super sneaky ninja, they were unstoppable. Combined Steph and Cass were the best team of fighters other than maybe Damian and Cass, except they didn’t work together as well. Stealth wise, Cass was obviously the sneakiest member of the extended Batfam, and Steph was… well… they averaged out to still be pretty sneaky. 

They were also the team that could be counted on for the least amount of unnecessary stabbings and broken bones for the baddies. Dick could usually be counted on not to go overboard, but Jason was somewhat infamous for his whole shooting out kneecaps and breaking arms thing, and Damian stabbed first, stabbed second and once everyone was stabbed usually just stabbed some more. 

Not to say the two girls weren’t capable of their own stabbing and bone breaking, but Steph preferred more reasonable methods unless a mugger really deserved it and Cass had an unbendable moral code even stronger than Bruce’s. And this was a case where they were all really tempted to hurt some civilians. 

The two of them were in the Batplane over Amity Park. They were on a mission to investigate and if necessary extract Danny’s friends and sister. Bruce had apparently gotten the giant armor guy, Fright Knight who still guarded Danny in the Batcave, to talk. Babs had almost broken her keyboard with all her typing to find information on the city, Danny’s family, and his friends. 

According to social media and attendance records Danny had disappeared from the public view four weeks prior, coinciding with Amity’s protector Phantom, getting shot down by a lucky shot by the Drs Fenton. Danny hadn’t been well enough to confirm any correlation between himself and the ghostly protector, and Duke refused to elaborate on Danny’s abilities until he was well enough to talk about them himself. 

Oracle had continued to dig further and she found that Tucker Foley, Samantha Manson and Jasmine Fenton had all disappeared one week ago, roughly coinciding with the appearance of ghosts in Gotham. Their task was to search Amity Park for any trace of the missing teens, rescue them if necessary, find any information they can on the Fentons and on Ghosts and return to Gotham. 

Stephanie had already investigated the town as much as she could with her civilian identity. She used to be jealous of the Waynes and their popularity, that was until she got to experience some time in the limelight herself when she was publicly dating Tim. The paparazzi had constantly followed her around and harassed her over every little thing they felt was wrong about her appearance or her behavior. She was happy to be able to return to her relative anonymity once they parted ways. 

She had dressed in her civies and knocked on the door of the Fentons, pretending to be one of Jazz’s friends from school. Fortunately the elder Fenton child was reasonably popular, so she was certain that Jazz’s parents wouldn’t recognize her as a stranger. Sure enough the eccentrically dressed woman, and the towering man she could see through the door didn’t think anything unusual about her asking if Jazz was alright, “She hadn’t been seen at school recently, you see?�� 

Madeline Fenton (as Barbara’s file listed her) gave the incredibly cagey answer that “Jasmine is sick and would hopefully be back to normal soon.” The deep dark rings under her eyes that would have put even Tim’s to shame and her husband shouting in the background about a “Blasted Ghost!” before punching a wall made her even more worried for Jasmine’s health. These two were obviously unhinged and whatever was going on would only continue to degrade their senses. 

However they couldn’t intervene yet. There were still two more teens missing that needed to be found. Stephanie’s worry grew as Cassandra stepped out of the shadows across the street and joined her. Cass silently signed to her as they walked to the house of the next missing person. According to her body language Madeline Fenton was distracted, desperate, and heavily favoring her left side, the most likely result of a powerful kick to the ribs in the recent past. Jack Fenton was distraught and seemed to have given up whatever hope still fueled his wife. He also had a broken hand and several more injuries hidden by the disgustingly orange jumpsuit he wore. 

Cass guessed that the injuries were gained from someone defending themselves against the two scientists. She couldn’t tell how recent they were without a closer look. The two women hurried to the next house. Steph was nervous about what they would find at the end of this mission. 

The next house they visited was the Foley household. Mr. Foley cautiously opened the door just enough to look out. Tucker Foley had a much smaller friend circle, apparently just consisting of Danny and Sam, so Tucker’s parents would think it suspicious if she pretended to be his friend. So instead she pretended to be from the school making a worried house call. Mr. Foley said that Tucker was at a friend’s house in another state. He might transfer schools if his friend’s city was safer. He couldn’t or wouldn’t tell her anything else. 

Cass joined her as she stepped away again. Mr. Foley had been anxious and unsure while speaking to her and kept looking over her head at the street as if the house was going to be attacked any minute. She said he had been telling the truth about Tucker being at a friend’s house but lying about the house being out of state. Surprisingly he had been telling the truth about the possibility of his son transferring schools. 

Tucker only had one other friend, so the two girls hurried to the mansion that belonged to the Manson family, however they were immediately denied entry by a quite substantial security team. Steph saw guards with dogs, all armed and covered in body armor at the front gate and patrolling the perimeter. After she was rebuffed and had met up with Cass again, her girlfriend confirmed that not only were there multiple armed guards patrolling the entire property, which appeared to be in some kind of heavy lock down, but there was also a full squad of personal security officers on site to provide backup. Barbara confirmed over their comms that the Mansons had put a significant amount of money into their security in the past two weeks. Right before the teens went missing, rather than after. 

Now Team Batgirl was above Amity in the Batplane ready to drop in on the property. With security as tight as it was, it would be their easiest approach. Leaving would be a different matter, but they would improvise on the scene as they usually did. Fortunately the Batplane was currently being piloted remotely by Barbara, so the both of them could enter together. 

“According to thermal scans of the property,” Babs began in their earpieces. “There are two smaller heat signatures located in one of the upper story bedrooms. One of them is pacing while the other is sitting. Signs point to those being your targets. Approaching the drop zone.” 

Cass tapped her com twice to acknowledge Barbara’s words. She pressed her masked face against Stephanie’s cheek, their version of an in costume kiss for good luck. 

“Don’t trip when you land.” Cass signed as the bay doors opened for them to jump. 

Then like the beautiful, sexy ninja she was, Cass jumped and flipped out into the open air. Steph felt her heart thump in her chest. God she wanted to kiss her so badly right now. She quickly followed her girlfriend out of the plane. Fortunately the Batplane could fly almost silently so they didn’t need to do anything so extreme as a HALO dive to approach the Manson house, just a quick hop out of the plane and then glide down with their capes. 

Cass had already executed a perfect rolling landing that had probably been completely silent when Steph came in right behind her. She landed a little fast and would have taken a tumble off the roof if Cass wasn’t right there to catch her. 

“I told you not to trip.” Cass signed, her smirk visible even through the mask that covered her face. 

“Sorry I couldn’t hear you.” Steph giggled in reply, then quickly muffled her voice so the patrolling guards wouldn’t hear her. Cass pretended to glare at her as if she wasn’t the most common perpetrator of the jokes about her being mute. 

The two girls focused back on the mission and Steph forced down her desire to make out as they crept across the rooftop. Barbara had a detailed floor plan of the mansion pulled up and was walking them through what rooms they were above. She had also already put a feedback loop through the cameras so they had a couple of minutes of unobserved time. 

Only a moment later they were above the balcony that led into what should be Samantha’s room. Barbara confirmed that the two heat signatures were still there, one still pacing and one still sitting. Cass silently dropped onto the balcony, out of sight of those in the room and those patrolling the grounds. She pressed a small bat shaped object to the glass of the sliding door, then she hopped back up to the roof with Steph’s help. A few taps at a keyboard and Babs was forwarding them the audio from the bug. 

“I’m telling you Tucker, I can’t just stay here!” Samantha’s voice came through clearly. By the changing volume of her words they could both assume she was the one who was pacing back and forth. 

“I know Sam.” The tired voice of Tucker Foley came next. “You’ve told me a hundred times since we got Danny out of the city.”

“Jazz should have gotten back in touch with us. We need to go check on her!” 

“I know Sam, but she was the one who told us to wait!” Tucker’s frustration at the obviously often repeated argument could be heard. “Then if she didn’t contact us we were to make our way to Gotham to try and find Danny.” 

“One, I don’t see you in any hurry to leave Amity without Jazz either, and two, Danny also hasn’t contacted us yet! We have no idea where in Gotham he could possibly be!” 

There was a heavy silence. Neither of the two teens wanted to consider the worst possibilities with their friend. Eventually Sam continued. 

“Still, I’m worried about Jazz. She said she was going to try to convince her parents about Danny then contact us.” 

“Maybe she’s just grounded?” Tucker’s voice didn’t sound at all confident in his words. “I don’t know what else they might do to her, she’s not a halfa like Danny is.” 

Halfa? Steph mouthed the word to Cass who shrugged. Maybe it was a local term for a meta. They listened back in as Sam replied. 

“I don’t know, but they’ve clearly lost their minds. Especially after what they did to Danny, there’s no way for us to pretend to know what their plans are or what they would do.” Sam sighed. “I’m glad mom and dad listened to me when I told them the Fentons were dangerous and upped the security around the mansion, I don’t know if Jack and Maddie would try and come after us or what, but now I don’t think even you and I could sneak out of here to check on Jazz.” 

“Actually…” The hesitation in Tucker’s voice was clear. “I hacked into the email server the security company uses. Apparently Jack did show up at the front gate.”

“What?”

Steph could hear the tapping of keys in her ear as Barbara also hacked into the server. They would have confirmation in just a few minutes of what Tucker was saying. 

“Yeah. Right after we settled in for the week. Jack came with the GAV. He was apparently armed to the teeth with the anti-ghost gear. Said we both must have been exposed to dangerous levels of ectoplasm and we needed to go with him. He almost tried to storm the gates.” 

“Why is this the first I’m hearing about this?” Sam all but shrieked the question out. 

“Your parents told the guards not to say anything. And I- I just didn’t know what to do.”

Tucker’s voice sounded broken and scared. Sam’s desperation was clear and the two Bats could hear her starting to hyperventilate. Cass rose to her feet, and Steph was only a second behind her. They needed to step in before these kids had a panic attack or did something foolish that got them hurt. And now with the confirmation that Jack Fenton likely intended harm for the kids in question and the fact that Jazz was likely in danger, they needed to act to get Sam and Tucker safe so they could rescue Jazz. 

Cass dropped back onto the balcony and it was but the work of a moment to undo the latch on the door. Barbara already had the security system rerouted so the guards wouldn’t be alerted. Steph stepped through the door, dropping the hood of her costume back so the kids could see most of her face. This was a well practiced dance for Team Batgirl. She was friendly and approachable, Cass stayed to Steph’s side and just a touch behind her, keeping an eye for any threat. 

The two heroes entered a room that seemed to be filled with chaos. There were two mostly packed duffles near the end of the bed with clothes hanging out of them. Another pair of expensive looking suitcases were on the bed itself. One was closed and the other was filled with an assortment of bright green objects that almost looked like toys. More of the green and silver objects were scattered across the floor, some with their casings opened and internal electronics exposed. All of them seemed to glow with green light that was far too reminiscent of the Lazarous Pits. 

Sitting on the ground, surrounded by bits and bobs of green glowing paraphernalia, was an African American teen, presumably Tucker based on Oracle’s files, wearing a red cap of some kind. Pacing the room was Samantha Manson, her black hair up in a ponytail, and her heavy gothic boots clumping back and forth. 

Sam spun around as soon as the door opened and Steph stepped through, what looked like a green glowing taser in her hand. Tucker stiffened at her side, some half disassembled piece of tech in one hand and ancient looking PDA in the other. Sam froze in confusion upon seeing the two Bats, but didn’t lower her taser. Steph carefully and slowly raised her hands to show that she was unarmed. She knew Cass had drawn a Batarang from behind the cover of Steph’s cape and if necessary would defend her from any threat that could come. 

“It’s ok. We don’t mean you any harm.” Steph said quickly. 

She took a cautious step forward but froze when Cass made a small movement. Anyone who didn’t work with Cass on the regular basis wouldn't have even noticed the movement, much less given it any significance. However Steph did know Cass. She knew her quite intimately. Cass did not fidget. She could stand still as a statue for hours on end, and had in the past during stake outs. Even the smallest movement from Cass was a message. A warning. 

Steph eased back onto her back foot, taking another glance around the room, without broadcasting what she was doing. While Samantha had started to relax, dropping her aim with her taser, Tucker had tensed. Just like Cass and Steph worked together as a flawless pair, she could see the two teens were also used to working together. While Sam held her attention with the open threat, Tucker had one of the devices in his hand, the trigger primed. She couldn’t tell what would happen if the device went off, but whatever Cass had seen in his body language told her she didn’t want to experience it. 

“Has there been a new ghost in town that makes me hallucinate visiting Bat themed heroes?” Tucker asked. His finger still on the trigger of his device. 

“No. I don’t think there’s been any new ghosts since Phantom’s order.” Sam replied, then she narrowed her eyes at the two Bats. “What are you doing here?” 

“You are allies of the hero Phantom.” Steph said, running with the script Barbara prepared based on their intel, they were about 90% certain that Danny and Phantom were the same, whatever powers and abilities they might possess. Tucker immediately rose to his feet and Sam stepped up to his side. “We’re sending word that he safely made it to Gotham. We want to make sure you’re safe as well.” 

The change that came over the two teens was immediate. Tucker sagged bonelessly against Sam, his forehead finding her shoulder. Sam ran her hands through her hair, pulling it free of its ponytail, finally fully lowering her taser. She almost sobbed with relief at Stephanie’s words. 

“He’s safe? He made it? Thank the Ancients.” Sam whispered. 

“Wait, if you’re here, then that means he was found by Batman!” Tucker said suddenly, his eyes wide. 

“Don’t worry!” Steph put her hands up to keep them from panicking. “Batman doesn’t actually have a problem with metas!” The two teens glanced at each other and after a second Cass stepped up next to Steph and signed quickly to them. Steph translated. “Or whatever he is! Batman doesn’t care. He just wants him and you safe.” 

Steph wasn’t entirely certain why her girlfriend had corrected her, but it seemed to have the desired effect and both kids relaxed again. Cass continued signing to them. 

“If you’re not safe here in Amity, you can come with us to Gotham.” Cass signed. 

Steph was about to translate when Sam nodded, signed “Thank you” and zipped up one of the suitcases. Tucker looked at her in confusion. 

“Wait, what did she say?” 

“I told you, you needed to learn ASL!” Sam said, with a gentle smack to the back of his head. 

“Yeah, like you knew Batgirl was going to appear and sign at us.” 

Sam blushed. “Maybe not. But you still should have learned it yourself. She said we can go with them to Gotham. So get packed up!” Then she turned back to the two heroes, Steph was smothering a grin and she could tell Cass was smiling behind her mask. “Did Jazz send you to get us?” 

“We actually haven’t found Jasmine yet. We were hoping you knew where she was?”

Both teens stiffened and clearly panicked. They began a flurry of motion. Tucker rapidly assembled the pieces scattered across the ground, and Sam quickly put her hair back up in her ponytail. They both started talking over and around each other. 

“We need to get to Fentonworks-”

“Jazz went to try and talk to her parents-”

“They probably think she’s a ghost-”

“They must think she’s contaminated-”

“They might be hurting her like they did Danny-”

“I can put together some tools to get her out-”

“We’ll probably have to fight the Fentons again-”

“Enough!” Steph used her stern ‘Batman Voice ™’ to regain control of the room without raising her voice. “I’m sure the two of you have done a lot for your friends and for your city. But Orphan and I will be the ones who go to the Fentons and rescue Jasmine if that’s what it takes.” 

They both looked like they wanted to protest, but Cass gave them a simple motion, “Stand down” and they both quieted. 

“The two of you need to pack. We’ll contact your parents via Oracle, convince them if necessary that it isn’t safe for you to stay in Amity Park while the Fentons and GIW are still looking for ecto-contaminated individuals. As soon as we have Jazz in hand we’ll be flying out to Gotham so you can reunite with Danny.” 

Sam gave a shaky nod and pressed a hand to her face. Tucker handed them a flashdrive. 

“When you get Jazz, give her this.” Steph put the flashdrive in one of the pouches. “The easiest way to get the Fentons out of their house is to hack into the city’s ghost siren and lead them on a chase. If you’re friends with The Oracle it shouldn’t be an issue for you.” 

Oracle’s voice piped up in Steph’s ear. “Already on it. I’ll have the system cracked by the time you get to Fentonworks.” 

Steph nodded, both to what Tucker said and to what Oracle said, even though Barbara couldn’t see her. The two Bats retreated out the balcony and nimbly avoided the security guards on the property. The last thing they heard as they left was a tired Tucker muttering to Sam. 

“I guess now we just have to convince our parents.” 

The Batgirls left the two teens to that task. Barbara, Bruce and Alfred would all be on call to support them in that regard if needed. Hopefully the parents would see the benefit of getting the kids out of the city until they were safe to return. The two women jogged and grappled their way back across the city towards the obnoxiously designed Fenton Works. Amity Park didn’t have enough tall buildings for them to grapple all the way and that slowed them down, but they were still able to make good time to the building. 

“The city’s ghost alarm system is currently going off on the other side of town.” Oracle’s voice sounded in their ear as they approached the house. “The Fenton’s have already been spotted en route on traffic cams. They are driving some kind of tank. Looks like it could rival the Batmobile.” 

“Good to know.” Steph said. “Any security inside?” 

“I genuinely have no idea what’s going on with the Fentons’ security. When you go in, you’re going in blind. Try to get in and out as quickly as possible. We already know ghosts make our tech go haywire, so we’ll lose contact as well.”

“Copy that Oracle.” Steph said and Cass tapped her ear piece to acknowledge as well. 

Cassandra led Steph in through the backdoor of the Fentons’ place after they had jumped the back fence. The security system activated as they entered and they both tensed to dodge as some kind of laser cannons popped out of the walls. However after a moment of analysis the system seemed to dismiss them as not a threat. The cannons still actively tracked Cass’s location in the room, but they didn’t open fire. 

“No wonder Oracle was confused.” Steph whispered. Cass nodded, keeping an eye on the strange defenses that wouldn’t have been out of place in a Lexcorp lab. They both could only hear small bursts of static in their ears which meant they were really alone. 

The two Batgirls quickly swept the upper floors of the house. Every room was clear, though the bedroom that was probably Danny’s considering it matched the pictures on his social media looked like it had been ransacked and the room that likely belonged to Jasmine had nothing out of place except two packed duffle bags. They glanced at each other, concerned by everything they were seeing before they began to descend to the lowest floor of the house, the basement laboratory, where according to the Fenton Works website the elder Fentons had successfully built a portal. 

Cass bypassed the security on the door into the lab, the tightest security they had seen so far in the house while Steph watched her back. With how tense the situation was, she for once, wasn’t literally staring at Cass’s backside, but watching their surroundings for any possible threat. Cass had some incredible assets, but now wasn’t the time. 

Steph followed her girlfriend down the steps into the basement. Cass of course walked almost completely silently even on the metal steps. When Steph joined her on the steps they both tensed as something rattled below them. 

“Mom? Is that you?” A girl’s voice called up to them. “Dad?”

They both hesitated. There was a lot of emotion in that voice. Grief and anger. A tension that hid pain. They both hurried down the stairs as fast as their cautious nature would allow. 

The lab was like something out of their nightmares. All manner of jars filled with green glowing things that might have been organs covered the shelves on the walls in between racks of all kinds of weapons. A circular structure took up most of the room in the lab and could only be the portal itself. A pair of medical tables were pushed against one wall, one still covered in old blood and strange green stains. In one corner stood a cage made of steel bars covered in a dark green chemical. It was barely tall enough for a child to stand up right, certainly not tall enough for the redhead girl currently chained by her wrist to the wall inside the cage. 

Jasmine Fenton sat up when she caught sight of them, she tried to approach the bars, but the chain on her wrist held her back. Her once long hair was messily chopped short, some places it looked like chunks of her hair had been pulled right out of her scalp. She had bruises and cuts on her face that were most likely from her struggling to defend herself. The sleeves of her shirt had been cut or torn off and they could both track marks up and down her arms. Alongside the marks of repeated sloppily done injections or blood draws she also had short cuts, repeated in a far too precise manner. Some of her injuries had been haphazardly treated, but most were left as if they had just been dealt. Just like her brother, Jazz had been tortured by her parents. 

“Orphan? Spoiler?” Jazz asked, her head tilting slightly to the side as she looked at them in confusion before she suddenly brightened. “Wait, if you’re here, then you must have found Danny! Please tell me he’s safe, tell me he’s alright!”

Her words were desperate as she pulled against the chain holding her to the wall. Cass signed to her to calm her before the girl pulled her arm out of her socket. 

“He’s Safe. He’s with the family.” She signed. Jazz nodded immediately and signed back her thanks, she continued to sign along as she spoke whenever she had a hand free to do so. 

“Thank the Ancients.” Jazz whispered. “He’s safe. He made it out.” 

“Yes he did.” Steph said, bring Jazz’s attention back to her. “And we need to get you out too.”

Steph moved to grab the bars, then had to pull her hand back with a yelp as a spark of electricity shocked her. Cass was at her side immediately to make sure she was ok. 

“You have to disarm the system first. The panel on the wall. Password to disarm should be ‘blasted ghost’ with a zero in the place of the o.” Jazz explained. Steph gave her skeptical look but went to the panel nonetheless. “I know. I know. They hate ghosts more than anything in the world. They tried to rip Danny apart because he was a part ghost. When I helped rescue him, they were sure that the only reason I would help a ghost is if I was possessed.” 

Steph worked to disarm the system as Jazz was speaking. Then when the security powered down with dull hum Cass picked the lock on the cage and set to work freeing her from her manacle. Steph was carefully memorizing what she said just in case their equipment didn’t work to record the conversation. Danny was a part ghost? What did that mean? Jazz seemed almost delirious with relief and exhaustion, so she didn’t seem to be aware of what she was saying. She gestured to herself as Cass worked. 

“Hence their trying to ‘free me from the blasted ghost.’” Jazz’s disdain was clear in her voice. She stood and stretched out her back as she was finally able to be free of the cage her parents had kept her in. “It doesn’t help that their own poor lab safety protocols made everyone in this house contaminated with ectoplasm. They had to keep taking samples to see if they could narrow down the contamination. Hair, skin, even marrow samples." She rubbed at her collarbone subconsciously as she spoke. "Don’t worry, as long as you don’t stay down here too long and don’t eat anything from the house you should be fine. We need to go and make sure Tucker and Sam are safe now.” 

As Cass had been helping her stand on shaking legs, she was the one to respond. 

“Tucker and Samantha are safe at the Mansons. They have a lot of security. We will be bringing them with us to Gotham to stay safe.” Cass signed. 

“Oh, did you already check on them?” Jazz asked and Cass nodded, she smiled. “Did Tucker give you a flashdrive?” 

Steph pulled the drive out of her pouch with a raised eyebrow. She handed it over without more than a second’s hesitation. Jazz immediately plugged into the computer sitting next to the portal, clicked a few things, then began gathering all the weapons and equipment in the lab and putting it into some heavy duty bags. 

“The drive will pull their files, wipe the computer then set the portal to explode. It will just take a couple of minutes. Feedback loop, yadda yadda. I know, Tucker is the tech genius here and don’t tell him I said that.” Jazz explained as she finished grabbing the gear with the help of the Batgirls. 

Finally with shaking hands she gathered the specimen jars that were scattered around. Cass again moved to help her, but Jazz out right snarled at her, her eyes flashing as green as the portal over her shoulder and sharp fangs showing in her mouth. 

“Don’t touch him!” Jazz hissed, the words coming out garbled and layered over themselves but still understandable. She continued grabbing jars as she spoke. “They hurt my brother. MY Brother! I won’t let what they took from him to be used by anyone else. No one else will hurt him ever again!” 

She gathered the last of the specimen jars inside the tube shaped entrance way to the portal, just before the swirling green void. Her hands were trembling and her breath was coming faster and faster. She braced herself at the edge of the portal, then leaned over and threw up. She wiped her face and left the portal, closing the biometric lock as she did so. Cass immediately came to her side, with Steph taking her other side as Jazz could barely stand. 

“I swear to the Ancients, once Danny is safe I will do everything in my power to erase every trace of their foul work from existence.” She murmured the words to herself, leaning heavily on the two other girls. 

Before either Batgirl could come up with any response to that display, or to the horrifying reality of where the numerous organs that filled the jars had come from, the computer in the corner beeped and red lights began to flash in the lab. Jazz seemed to come back to herself, shaking her head to clear it, her eyes once again teal, and her incisors back to normal. She grabbed the flash drive out of the computer and pocketed it. 

“We’ve only got a few more minutes. We need to grab these bags and my bags upstairs.” 

Cass and Steph each grabbed one of the bags full of weapons from the lab armory and one of Jazz’s personal bags, leaving Jazz to only carry a backpack with a tired looking stuffed bear strapped to the outside. The three of them left as quickly as they could and they were only a block away when an explosion shattered the silence around them. Car alarms went off nearby and Jazz stumbled and almost fell, but the other two caught her. 

“Oracle? Can you hear us again?” Steph asked as they hurried away from the scene. 

“Loud and clear Spoiler.” Barbara’s voice came through their earpieces instead of static, finally. “That was one heck of an explosion. The Foleys and the Mansons have agreed their children will be safer out of Amity Park. The Batplane will be waiting for pickup outside the Manson property.”

“Copy that Oracle.” Steph replied. 

The trio hurried back to the Mansons’, Steph and Cass were forced to carry more and more of Jazz’s weight as she sagged under the strain of the past week’s torture at her parent’s hands. They wanted to stop to allow her to rest, but Oracle reported that the Fenton Ghost Assault Vehicle was currently heading back towards the explosion and that would bring them far too close to their current location. They had to get to the Batplane to get the kids out of Amity. 

The Batplane touched down in the street in front of Sam’s Mansion right as the Batgirls arrived with Jazz at her front gate, much to the bafflement of the security team on site. Sam and Tucker hurried out, calling last minute goodbyes and promises to call to the Mansons as they raced to the plane. 

Steph sat in the cockpit and strapped in (even though she didn’t actually pilot the plane, Barbara would take care of that remotely (she liked to press the buttons to see what they did)) while Cass got the kids settled in the back. Just as Barbara hit remote ignition on the jet engine the GAV came screeching around the corner, an Ancients-be-damned cannon hanging off the top. Steph got her chance to hammer at some buttons as she deployed counter measures, including a guided missile that blew the cannon into a smoking wreck on the roof of the still driving GAV. 

Barbara had to pull some tight maneuvers to get the Batplane back into the air and to avoid getting shot down. Tucker looked like he might throw up, while Jazz and Sam both looked like they wanted to return fire at the Fentons. Finally they were back in the air and Barbara activated stealth mode, making the Batplane practically invisible and set a course for Gotham. 

Steph sighed in relief and unbuckled herself to go join the others in the back, confident they were safe in Barbara’s capable hands for the flight back to Gotham. Cass was crouching in front of Jazz with the plane’s first aid kit in her hands as she started to treat the injuries her parents did to her. Steph double checked that neither of the two younger teens were injured before she helped Cass with her work. 

After a long time of flying in near silence other than the occasional mumbled word Cass finally pulled her mask off revealing her beautiful face. Steph hesitated a moment, but if Cass decided Danny’s friends and sister were trustworthy, then that was good enough for her, even if Bruce would probably get upset later. Cass met Jazz’s tired eyes with her own dark gaze. 

“Danny is safe.” Cass signed. “Your friends are safe. You are safe. Danny is a new brother. You are a new sister.” 

Jazz watched her signs with a growing shimmer to her eyes before she started sobbing in naked relief. Her fight was over. Her brother’s fight was over. The horrors they had both experienced were over. Cass and Steph took Jazz’s either side, wrapping her in a tight hug that was quickly joined by the two other Amity Parkers. The five of them hugged and Team Phantom cried and wailed out their grief, their fear, their anger at everything that had happened to them and those they were closest to. They were finally safe. They were heading to Gotham to be reunited with their last missing piece, and hopefully to find a family that actually loved them, cared for them and would protect them.

Kofi Link!

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[troianosdoti]

O uso da tecnologia na Guerra da Síria

A Guerra da Síria é um dos conflitos armados mais complexos da atualidade, em que a tecnologia desempenha um papel fundamental nos campos de batalha.

Uso de drones na guerra da Síria

Vantagens dos drones

Os drones permitem que os soldados realizem operações com precisão e eficiência, reduzindo o risco de perdas humanas.

Grupos que usam drones

Diferentes grupos utilizam drones na guerra, desde o exército sírio até grupos rebeldes e terroristas como o ISIS.

Consequências do uso de drones

O uso de drones acarreta em perdas civis e implicações éticas sobre o que é considerado uma "ameaça" no campo de batalha.

Uso de ciberataques na Guerra da Síria

Papel dos ciberataques

Ciberataques são ferramentas de guerra moderna que podem ser empregadas para interromper sistemas de defesa ou espionagem.

Exemplos de ataques cibernéticos

O grupo Anonymous realizou ataques cibernéticos na Síria para proteger cidadãos e expor violações de direitos humanos.

Impacto dos ciberataques

Os ciberataques podem comprometer a segurança de dados governamentais e militares, além de serem alvo de disputas diplomáticas.

Uso de inteligência artificial na Guerra da Síria

Utilização no campo de batalha

A inteligência artificial é utilizada para aumentar a precisão de operações militares, prever movimentos inimigos e auxiliar em decisões táticas.

Tecnologias de IA usadas

As tecnologias de IA vão desde sistemas de reconhecimento facial até robôs autônomos.

Implicações éticas e legais

O uso de IA em conflitos armados levanta questões sobre transparência, controle humano e violação de normas internacionais.

Conclusão

Tecnologia não é neutra

É importante que a sociedade avalie as implicações éticas, políticas e sociais do uso da tecnologia na guerra.

Relevância internacional

A guerra da Síria é um exemplo que evidencia os desafios do uso da tecnologia na guerra. É preciso promover o debate internacional sobre o trato adequado aos avanços tecnológicos no âmbito militar.

Reflexões necessárias

O emprego de tecnologias de maior precisão e capacidade não deve subtrair a preocupação em evitar mortes de civis e soldados indiscriminadamente.

Post by Gean da Silva Abreu

[agregationdanglais]

Le programme 2024 est là !

Le programme de la prochaine session de l'agrégation d'anglais est paru le 29 mars. Maintenant que les premières excitations sont passées, je prends le temps de faire un point sur le travail à effectuer.

Littérature

William Shakespeare. Hamlet, Prince of Denmark. 1601.

Charlotte Lennox. The Female Quixote. 1752.

Francis Scott Fitzgerald. Tender is the Night. 1934.

Anonyme. Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. Circa 1400.

T. S. Eliot. Collected Poems. 1963.

Premières impressions : je suis un peu impressionné par l'ampleur chronologique du programme. Le programme nous invite à balayer toute la littérature anglaise, du Moyen Âge au XXème siècle. Cela va demander un bel effort de contextualisation pour comprendre au mieux les textes, notamment les plus anciens. Je suis aussi un peu apeuré de devoir analyser T. S. Eliot, que je connais peu et dont la poésie m'a l'air assez complexe. Heureux toutefois de voir un roman de chevalerie figurer dans la liste, d'autant plus que le film qui l'accompagne semble assez intéressant à regarder. Très curieux également de découvrir l'oeuvre de Charlotte Lennox que je connais de nom mais que je n'ai jamais lue. Content, enfin, de conserver Hamlet et Fitzgerald au programme ; c'était les deux oeuvres qui m'avaient le plus intéressé en les lisant l'an dernier.

Civilisation

Émergence et transformations du puritanisme en Angleterre, 1559-1642

Les États-Unis et l’Amérique latine, de Franklin D. Roosevelt à Barack Obama, 1933-2017

Le conflit nord-irlandais : vers une paix inachevée ? (1969-2007)

Premières impressions : Très intéressé par le nouveau programme d'histoire étatsunienne. Cela promet de passionnantes réflexions sur la place des Etats-Unis au sein de leur continent et sur les formes que prennent l'impérialisme au sein d'une République. J'étais assez surpris de voir que le sujet de spécialité portait sur la question irlandaise, alors que le Home Rule est tombé en spécialité il y a peu de temps encore. Ravi toutefois d'étudier cette question complexe et de sortir un peu de l'histoire de l'Angleterre et des Etats-Unis, souvent mis à l'honneur au détriment d'autres espaces tout aussi intéressants à l'agrégation. Enfin, l'étude du puritanisme reste au programme. Un magnifique sujet s'il en est... Petite inquiétude, les programmes de civi US et de spécialité ont des bornes chronologiques très proches du présent, impliquant un manque de recul historiographique sur ces questions. Cela demandera de consulter encore davantage la presse et des articles récents pour prendre la tension de la scène politique, universitaire et médiatique sur ces questions.

Linguistique et Traduction

Peu de choses à noter de ce côté : toute la grammaire et la phonologie de la langue anglaise sont au programme. Quant à la traduction, elle ne répond pas non plus à un programme spécifique. Tout type de texte en prose peut tomber.

[tanglepelt]

I’ll be real. I blanked on the lasso of truth. Which is a shame on me. But that opens up so many more doors. Cause Bruce is going to go twice as crazy. I feel like he’d so desperately want to join them but i don’t think be would be able.

If he did join he would have to be the mature one and things would go quicker. Just clocking how Danny and billy have no self control around each other (separately they have no issues playing adult) they would be trying to out adult each other. But that leaves his children and city without any protection.

His army of children are feral enough to try and push it. Not tim tho. Tim would be in the batcave doing a deep dive on where the villain is. That man is committed to his secret identity.

Now cass just doesn’t care about hers being known. At least what I’ve read of her comics. I’ve been slowly catching up so that might have changed. So he’d need at least one babysitter for his children.

His presence could be an annoyance for billy and Danny. Cause both Danny and billy have two forms they could use. So while the villain is on the lookout for captain marvel he wouldn’t be able to tell billy is marvel. Or that Danny is phantom. Even in costume. But obviously Bruce would be Batman plus he wouldn’t reveal it to Danny and billy. So that only leaves him his hero persona. He couldn’t sneak into a mall in his civies to overhear anything. The vents don’t cover everything.

Another thought is about the other villains. Some probably don’t notice or don’t care. They may not be able handle them without a hero. Now I’m sure there are hero’s who don’t care none of the top of my head. But would he really trust anyone to defend Gotham but himself. His kids can’t.

As Batman is the only one who can remain anonymous he could be forced to handle any major threats. Leaving billy and Danny to find amorpho and Batman to handle villains.

I feel Danny would have to lead the mission. He wouldn’t let anyone else. I see the league hunting him down for answers. He is the ghost here.

Danny is stubborn enough to just not let anyone help him. The Fenton tech is there best bet to track an ecto signature. Phantom certainly isn’t going to give up anyone’s ecto signature.

Without following the signature every other ghost could set off there devices. Or they have to hunt down this villain who now is in control of disguises. He could be anything or anyone.

It would take a lot longer for them.

More then likely Danny got told off by jazz to work with them in the first place.

Dc x dp idea 18

Ghost are the embodiment of what they represent. An example skulker is the embodiment of hunting. Without skulker no one could hunt. It just doesn’t exist anymore.

In this a dc villain captures amorpho in order to find out hero’s identities. The villain has to figure out how to utilize amorpho. He’s only managed to trap him using tech from the fentons.

Danny cannot find him amorpho in time. The villain manages to take away disguise from everyone but himself. For Danny it’s not as big of a problem as it is for every other hero.

Danny has two whole separate identities not so much a disguise. (He transforms not just throws on a mask. Same would apply to captain marvel)

This leads to a pre teen and a teenager both pretending to be mature trying to find amorpho. They both have no idea what there doing.

After a bunch of nonsense they free amorpho. Disguises now exist again.

[anathvrai]

Adrian... what... happened to Barney and your Gordon...?

They tried fighting back... that damn civie didn't really like it so...

That’s what that fight between me and Barns was. I didn’t want him to go through with it. Their dumb plan to fight back and break free.

Look what matters is. Their gone. And I can’t get them back. And it’s my fault.

But there is no way in HELL that I will go on some rescue mission to save that fucker.

[tutelatasha]

"Lieutenant Yar! I apologize for not watching my step--are you alright?" @thelonelyandroid

       “It’s fine, Data, don’t worry about it.” Tasha said with a slight laugh as she shuffled away from the near-miss, “I was just on my way to the holodeck." She was in her blue Parrises Squares jumpsuit, about to get some last-minute practice in before this evening’s grudge match. “Will I see you tonight at the game?”

[ @thelonelyandroid. ]

[mercdeleon]

A trucker's shower stall was an old, familiar stomping ground for Squall. He missed the anonymity that came with getting the ticket, of finding an opening. Of washing up, putting on fresh civie clothes, tossing the old ones. He missed it. He missed the whole situation around that morning. Why had he let himself get pushed into office life? Maybe he needed to take on jobs every now and again to shake off the monotony.

Squall found his way to the burger joint with ease and grabbed a table. For two, he said, to a disinterested waitress who had far more to worry about than one adult coming in and asking for two seats. For two beers. Two double burgers, extra cheese, no onion, pickles on the side. Large fry.

It took fifteen minutes before Seifer entered and plopped into the chair across from him. Squall was too deep into his own burger to properly greet him; a greasy burger was the best reward after a successful mission.

"No problem," he finally managed after swallowing.

Gods, this was good.

"Good job, by the way. Took you way less time than the other guys." They could have been talking about plumbing, for all anyone knew.

No one liked cleaning up. That's why there were normally crews for that.

Squall backed up from their victims as Seifer began the final steps of evidence removal. It was a meticulous process, and one he hadn't overseen in some time. Not that they were following protocol; the sledgehammer was certainly unethical, if effective.

Who was he to comment on being unethical at the moment?

Two bodies, ten cans of gas strewn across the floor, and everything is going according to plan.

"Nah, I'm good." Because one thing he could pride himself on being during an interrogation was clean. Nothing that would not be thoroughly incinerated was left behind. He stepped back a few feet from the warehouse and watched warily as Seifer summoned a fireball.

White-hot. Perfect.

And in an instant, the warehouse catches. The fire will make short of everything, and by the time anyone notices there are bodies left behind, they'll be far away.

"Come on. Before someone makes a call. You take the South exit, I'm taking the East one. We rendezvous in three hours at the old favorite burger place."

Somewhere neutral and familiar. And, frankly, he was probably going to be hungry once the adrenaline wore off.

"See you there, Soldier."

[freefalasteen]

The Boys Prompt

AU where Homelander didnt rape Becca but they did sleep together.

Homelander manages to save Becca in the woods but she is not well and is facing a long recovery in the hospital. Homelander tries to plead his case to be able to keep Ryan with him, but Butcher is not having it. He tells Homelander he can have supervised visits in exchange for testifying against Vought. He'll bring himself down with the company, but if he gets rid of the cape and dyes his hair, he'll be able to become just another anonymous person, with a joint custody agreement between himself and the Butchers eventually.

So yeah, Billy and Ryan end up meeting Homelander a couple times a week, dressed in his civies, as Homelander prepares a bunch of evidence to help bring down Vought.

Billy's stipulations:

-has to be public

-if he says Ryan leaves early, they leave, no using force to stop them

The rest of the Boys keep watch, and they notice Homelander has a giant crush on Billy (Billy's very dominant and Homelander is clearly a sub and very flustered) so Billy uses that as a way to keep Homelander in check

[lilias42]

D'un côté je suis très contente de voir du contenu, surtout aussi travaillé sur Fire Emblem Three Houses en français ! Mais de l'autre je ne peux supporter ton opinion sur Edelgard ainsi que d'autres en général.

En gros désolée de ne pas reblog ou aimer mais tes post sont super, j'espère que tu n'arrêtera pas !

Ave civis !

Merci beaucoup pour ton message ! Je le trouve très encourageant vu que même si nous ne sommes pas d'accord, tu trouves quand même que mon travail est travaillé ! 😀

Ne t'en fais pas, je comprends parfaitement ! Surtout que tu es très gentil et respectueux. En plus, j'ai des opinions assez tranchées sur le personnage d'Edelgard, et vu que je ne me gêne pas pour le faire savoir, je me doute bien que tout le monde n'est pas d'accord (surtout pour un personnage aussi clivant, ce n'est pas comme si je tapais sur un perso-blague comme Raphaël [aussi un potentiel gâché à mon avis d'ailleurs] ou Bernadetta [même si j'ai pas mal tapé dessus dans mon billet-réflexion]). J'espère simplement que cela ne te fait pas trop halluciner quand je la critique ou que je ne pollue pas trop ce que tu lis quand je parle d'elle, vu que je mets mes billets dans le tag principal "fe3h".

Et ne t'en fais pas, je ne pense pas m'arrêter pour l'instant ! ça m'amuse donc, je continue ! (ça me rappelle qu'il faut que je continue le livre sur ville de la La Picola pour le billet sur Blaiddyd [la sienne sera surement calquée sur cette ville vu qu'elle est très bien conservée et que cela colle avec sa situation] - que je vous conseille si vous aimez lire des rapports de fouilles - et retourner voir le dico sur les celtes, il était intéressant)

En tout cas, j'espère que trouveras aussi du contenu français plus en adéquation avec tes opinions d'Edelgard !

Bonne journée à toi civis !

[platonic-prompts]

Could you do like, a prompt with A and B hanging out in a coffee shop? Im sorry if thats too vauge djsjs (some other details if it helps make it less vauge: A is a minor villain and B is a superhero, but they're still friends idk fjsj)

Sure thing, and also I love you. No explanation as to why, but I love you.

A looks down the street, weight laying heavy in their stomach. No one heads towards them, calls out for them to stop, and they sigh in relief. They push through the door of the cafe, chiming of a bell in their ears. The tables are nearly empty, something not a staple of this particular shop. There’s a reason they had chosen this place. Anonymity is a gift in their civies, and that anonymity becomes even greater when it comes to hanging out with B. Speaking of B, they were sitting in the corner, a drink opposite of them. A slid into the seat.

“So,” A starts. “How was your day?”

“I don’t know, A.” B stirs their drink. “How do you think my day was?”

[renaultportugal]

Logotipo da Renault: um ícone com 123 anos de história!

Sabe o que significa o losango que aparece na grelha dianteira ou na tampa da bagageira do seu Renault? E se tivesse nascido há mais de 100 anos, imaginava que o emblema do seu Renault seria um tanque de guerra? Tem alguma ideia de quantos logotipos já teve a Renault nos seus 123 anos de existência? A história da identidade visual da Renault está cheia de curiosidades…

O tempo passa, mas os melhores pedaços da história não se apagam. E que melhor herança que o símbolo da Renault que há mais de 120 anos sofre alterações, modernizando-se e acompanhando, afinal, a viagem do tempo que a marca iniciou, com sucesso, em 1898?!

Na verdade, a história do símbolo da Renault é também um espelho dos genes da marca: estilo, inovação e tecnologia são traços comuns entre os modelos Renault e o losango que hoje os identifica e que se afirma como o seu mais forte cunho identificativo.

Tudo começou em 1900…

O primeiro logotipo da Renault remonta a 1900, dois anos após a data da fundação da marca pelos irmãos Renault (Louis, Marcel e Fernand), e a que, inicialmente, chamaram “Renault-Frères” (Irmãos-Renault). Isto significa que o primeiro modelo, a famosa Voiturette Type A, considerado o “pai” de todos os Renault, tinha, em vez de um verdadeiro símbolo representativo, apenas uma pequena chapa com a identificação “Renault-Frères” e uma inscrição com as iniciais “LR” no centro das rodas.

Quando em 1898, os irmãos Renault criaram a empresa “Renault-Frères” a sua principal preocupação era colocar na estrada uma viatura. Com o automóvel a dar, por essa altura, os primeiros passos e quando os princípios modernos do marketing estavam ainda muito longe verem a “luz do dia”, percebe-se que a última das suas preocupações fosse desenvolver um logotipo que desse uma identidade própria à marca que acabavam de fundar. Isso explica que as primeiras viaturas Renault (entre os quais, a Voiturette Type A, considerada o “pai” de todos os Renault) tivessem apenas uma pequena chapa com a identificação “Renault-Frères” e uma inscrição com as iniciais “LR” no centro das rodas, mas… nenhum logotipo!

Foi apenas ao virar do século, mais precisamente, em 1900, que a preocupação com a imagem se começou a fazer sentir, precipitando o nascimento do primeiro verdadeiro símbolo da Renault. Uma representação ao estilo “Arte Nova”, então muito popular, na forma de medalhão, que, no seu interior, tinha estilizadas as letras “LR”, numa alusão aos irmãos Louis e Marcel Renault, mas que, curiosamente, continuou a não ornamentar os modelos Renault, sendo apenas utilizado como código identificativo da marca em documentos.

É em 1906 que a identidade Renault começa realmente a demarcar-se com a primeira mudança de logotipo, que passou então a conter o desenho de um automóvel, neste caso, no interior de uma roda dentada, que representava a vitória da marca no Grande Prémio de França.  

Vigor, audácia e inovação eram nesses primeiros anos de atividade fontes de inspiração para a criação de modelos cada vez mais modernos e que faziam a Renault tornar-se líder automóvel na “Belle Époque”, às portas da Primeira Guerra Mundial. Mas, então já com o nome de “Societé des Automobiles Renault”, a marca organizou-se e tornou-se um dos principais atores da economia de guerra, abrindo as portas da fábrica de Billancourt à montagem de aviões, automóveis militarizados, automóveis-canhões, tratores e ambulâncias, sem esquecer o tanque de guerra FT17, que passou a produzir em série, e que daria o mote para nova alteração de logotipo, em 1919, já em período de rescaldo da guerra.

No Pós-Guerra, foi retomada a produção dos modelos civis Renault, que rapidamente ganharam o estatuto de “Grande-Turismos”, elevando-se como referências no mundo automóvel em termos de elegância, conforto e segurança, também por força das evoluções tecnológicas que foram sendo introduzidas. Se, em 1922, a Renault passou a chamar-se “Société Anonyme des Usines Renault”, foi preciso esperar até 1923 para que se voltasse a mexer no seu logotipo.  

Mas a espera valeu a pena, com o novo símbolo a voltar a abraçar as raízes automobilísticas da marca, com um logotipo de formato redondo, com o desenho de uma grelha moderna, em que a palavra “Renault” sobressaía ao centro. A par do novo código genético, outra mudança contribuiu, decididamente, para a maior identificação e projeção da marca: o novo logotipo começou a ser embutido centralmente na secção dianteira das carroçarias que, nessa altura, começavam a ter o formato de “corta-vento”, substituindo o design “pá de carvão” que caracterizava a dianteira dos Renault, desde o início do século.  

Finalmente o diamante…

Foi em 1925 que surgiu o losango que, hoje, é conhecido em todo o mundo como logotipo oficial da Renault. Mas há 95 anos, o seu design estava ainda longe do primor e perfeição que hoje apresenta. Adotado para sugerir “sofisticação” e “prestígio”, o logo em forma de diamante é uma evolução do anterior, adotando linhas mais retas, mas mantendo as lamelas de grelha com a palavra “Renault” ao centro, sendo, inicialmente apenas aplicado nos modelos mais luxuosos, identificados com o nome “Stella” desde 1929.

Em 1945, a empresa foi nacionalizada como “Régie Nationale des Usines Renault”, iniciando a sua “segunda vida” ainda com o foco na Segunda Guerra Mundial, que a levava, nesse ano, a produzir 12.000 camiões militares e apenas cinco automóveis (Juvaquatre), mas a projetar já o primeiro sucesso da sua era moderno, o protótipo do Renault 4CV. 

E foi precisamente no ano de estreia deste primeiro “bestseller” da Renault, em 1946, que a marca renovou, mais uma vez, a identidade em termos de logotipo. Pela primeira vez e para melhor identificação, passou a ser impresso na cor amarela, precisamente a cor que haveria de, até aos dias de hoje, estar associada à marca.

Na prática, o logotipo estreado em 1946, era muito semelhante ao estreado 21 anos antes, tendo, contudo, para além de uma base com cor amarela, a palavra “Renault” com um diferente “lettering” e a inscrição “Régie Nationale” numa fonte menor, para que não restassem dúvidas sobre a nova situação da empresa.  

E foram precisos mais 13 anos, para que o logo voltasse a receber transformações, sendo então renomeado para “Ponta de Diamante”. Em 1959, o emblema foi reinventado pelo publicitário Marc Pampuzax, mas longe de produzir uma revolução. Incluía o nome “Renault” com letras mais finas e já não a alusão à “Régie National”. Nos automóveis era colocado à direita da grelha dianteira ou usado como elemento decorativo nas secções laterais, sendo renderizado a preto e branco sobre fundo amarelo, nos documentos oficiais. A Renault tinha mais um motivo de orgulho, num ano em que modelos como o 4CV, o Dauphine, o Floride e a Estafette marcavam encontro com o sucesso.

Verdadeiramente inspirador tornou-se o emblema revigorado em 1972, estreado no popular Renault 5. Para sublinhar a força do “diamante”, a figura geométrica deixou de incluir o nome da Renault, passando a ser traçada por linhas inclinadas paralelas, que lhe deram outra dimensão e destaque. A visão modernista foi então assinada pelo artista Victor Vasarely, considerado o pai da Arte Op, que, juntamente com o seu filho, Yvaral, criou um dos logotipos que mais contribuíram para a afirmação de identidade da Renault.  

Um emblema que sempre teve excelente aceitação mas que, em 1992, deixava, naturalmente, de estar de acordo com os cânones de modernidade que a nova era automóvel exigia. Daí que a sua reformulação tenha acompanhado as novas tendências gráficas e o logotipo tenha ganho um relevo 3D, ganhando proeminência com a parte inferior do losango a ganhar contornos mais escuros. O regresso da palavra “Renault” também dava maior intensidade à nova identidade visual, de uma marca que não parava de crescer e que, nesse ano, tinha em produção quase 20 modelos diferentes (R4, Twingo, R5, Super 5, Express, Clio, R9, R11, R12, R18, Fuego, R19, R19 Chamade, R21, R21 Nevada, Laguna, R25, Safrane e Espace).

Paixão pelo automóvel e… pela vida!

A partir daqui a história do logo da Renault tornou-se mais fluída, acompanhando o dinamismo da marca em matéria de design, tecnologia e segurança, pilares, de resto, que, a cada apresentação de novos modelos, reforçavam os seus genes.

Em 2004, o tradicional diamante foi colocado dentro de um retângulo amarelo, com formas estilizadas e efeito sombreado, com a palavra “Renault”, em fonte própria a aparecer pela primeira vez ao lado do símbolo. No fundo, tudo fazia percecionar mais valor e estatuto para a marca, fatores a que também não eram alheios a progressão comercial baseada no melhoramento da sua oferta (com a remodelação de parte da sua gama e a produção de inúmeras séries especiais), sem esquecer o envolvimento como equipa de F1, que começava a dar resultados.

Em 2007, com a anunciada chega de futuros modelos elétricos, a Renault adotou um novo slogan “RENAULT – Drive the change” (“RENAULT – Guiar a mudança”), que se tornou num cúmplice perfeito para mais uma mudança visual no logotipo. Desta vez, com retoques praticamente impercetíveis, à exceção da palavra “Renault” que voltou, tal como em 1992, para baixo do losango.

2015 marca a última grande mudança em termos de identidade para a Renault, depois de em 2012 o losango na grelha central dos modelos Renault ter ganho maior proeminência. Desta feita, foi o slogan “Passion for life” (“Paixão pela vida”) a dar o mote à mudança e a renovação do compromisso com a produção de modelos atraentes e capazes de facilitar a vida dos seus proprietários. Uma ampla e diversificada gama de modelos, onde se incluía o Twizy, o Twingo, o Clio, o ZOE, o Captur, o Mégane, o Scénic, o Fluence, o Kadjar, o Talisman, o Koleos, o Espace, o Kangoo, o Trafic e o Master provavam que havia um Renault para todos!

Mas nova lição de democratização automóvel não significava perda de identidade, antes pelo contrário. Um vistoso losango prateado de generosas dimensões passou a marcar presença constante no centro da grelha frontal de todos os modelos Renault, enquanto nos documentos oficiais da marca o logotipo recebe as derradeiras alterações, mantendo o formato retangular, mas com o diamante sem sombra amarela, letras “Renault” com nova fonte e inscrição “Passion for life” (“Paixão pela vida”), localizadas ao lado do losango, a que acresce uma barra vertical amarela nunca antes vista.

Mas para dar resposta aos desafios de uma marca internacional moderna, mas também à cada vez maior multiplicidade dos seus campos de expressão, nomeadamente no meio digital, já este ano foi apresentada uma nova versão do logotipo. O diamante foi mantido ou não fosse uma das formas mais reconhecidas no mundo em geral e no mundo do automóvel em particular. Mas renovado,  dando-lhe um significado novo e contemporâneo, com valores para projetar a marca no futuro. Um novo logotipo mais moderno e vibrante, que concilia o equilíbrio entre o reconhecimento do património da marca e a entrada numa nova era, símbolo do futuro. Um logotipo que acompanha as mudanças em curso e que faz da Renault uma marca mais aberta, capaz de criar ainda mais valores humanos.

[underworldwitxh]

Hiya! Can I get "Cut the B's, Y/N" for Bakuhoe? Thanks, ily💜💚

#41: "Cut the b.s. Y/N" Warning: Bakugou. Bakugou angst. SFW: Protective Bakugou.

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"Y/N! Fucking talk to me! What the fuck is going on with you?!" A ashe blonde man screamed at you. His face red from chasing you three blocks. "I cant talk right now Katsuki. I have to get to work." You dont meet his eyes pulling the sleeves of your uniform down. "Cut the bullshit, Y/N and talk to me. Ever since you starter working at that cafe, you've been acting strange." Katsuki said his voice rough but his hands gentle as they grab you forearms so you couldnt try and grt away from him again.

You panic, your boss told you if you didnt do "extra favors" you'd be out of a job, and if you tried to tell anyone he'd send your boyfriend incriminating pictures of you. It was taking a toll on your mental health.

"Katsu please i cant talk right now. I need to get to work, we'll talk after my shift" you try to pull your arms out of your boyfriends grip which made him grip you tighter and caused you to yelp in pain. He looked st you, confused he knew he didnt leave brusies on you the last time you two had been intimate. He shoved the sleeves up on your arms, there on your arms were bruises that spanned from below your wrists to just below your elbow "Y/N, are you fucking cheating on me?!" He seethed. Your face pales and you start shaking feeling like everything you've been trying to hide and protect Katsuki from coming to the surface. "NO! No never Katsu. I love you. So much i would never jeopardize that." You say frantic to make sure he knew that. "The why the fuck do you have brusies on your arms?! Is this why you didnt want to fuck last night?" He demanded sharply. "Do you have to be so crude?" You ask blushing at seeing some people look at the two of you. "What the fuck do you care about a bunch of fucking extras? They dont fucking matter. Now tell me what the fucks been happening babe before i get pissed" Katsuki tells you his ruby eyes flashing. "Can we go somewhere a little more private, like there?" You get one arm free and point to a park that was across the street. Katsuki nods.

Once at the park you pull the sleeves down. You figure if your going to tell your hot head boyfriend that your boss had been, had been- you couldnt even think about what had happend to you.

"Tell. Me. Everything." Katsuki demands softly. So you tell him everything from how your boss would corner some of you girls in the locker room and put his hands on you to how he had threatened to anonymously send Katsuki pictures of you in various compromising situations. After you were done you sat there feeling like you were about to be guted.

Katsuki sat there his face blank. When he finally moved he grabbed your face and pulled you into a brusing kiss. "Im going to fucking kill him. Hes dead." Katsuki pulls out his phone, he opens his contacts pulling up on he hits send "Wake the fuck up. No. Gunna need you and half-n-half, come to [name of park]. I dont fucking care Deku i need to report an assult and no dumbass i cant deal with it. Its about Y/N. WHAT! NO DEKU! I'D NEVER HURT HER, YOU SHITTY DEKU! PUT HALF-N-HALF ON! Tell that dumbass husband of yours that he ever accuses me of assulting Y/N again you'll find him at the bottom of a river. No i need to have you two come to this fucking park because right now thats where we are and i need someone to document the brusies on her. Bring Round-face too. Incase she didnt tell me evertthing. Once you three are here I need to go collect Ejirou and Denki, we have someone to arrest." Katsuki told Shoto, once the three other heros came to the park in civi's Katsuki smiled softly at you and gives you a swift kiss before he heads off to arrest your old boss with his friends Ejirou Kirishima and Denki Kaminari, otherwise known as Red Riot and Chargebolt.

*Tonight on News at 11: Local Cafe Owner charged with Extortion and attempting to solicit sexual favors from the workers*

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This was fun to write lol hope you enjoy it anon :)

[antifainternational]

January 25, Porto - We Won't Forget You - Porto January 25, Lisbon - We Won't Forget You - Lisbon

~ English below ~ No dia 25 de janeiro, relembramos todos aqueles que morreram a tentar chegar à Europa. Só em 2019, 1.277 pessoas morreram a atravessar o mar Mediterrâneo. Este número representa apenas as mortes reportadas, uma vez que ninguém sabe ao certo quantas pessoas partiram do outro lado do Mediterrâneo. Enquanto  a consciência dos indivíduos adormece, face à quantidade de más notícias e às mortes que se transformam em números anónimos, abandonamos a letargia de pensar que não podemos agir contra a miséria criada pelas fronteiras, pelo nacionalismo e pela ignorância. Vamos prestar respeito e homenagear todos aqueles que perderam a vida a tentar chegar à Europa. Vamos enviar um voto de esperança a todos aqueles que ainda estão à procura de um caminho seguro. Este evento tem a intenção de enviar uma mensagem pacífica e de encorajar cada um de nós não apenas a relembrar, mas a agir. Vestir-nos-emos de preto. Uma lista com os nomes de todos aqueles que perderam as suas vidas será lida em voz alta. Convidamos todos a fazer um barco de papel. Condenamos a forma como os requerentes de asilo estão presos em campos dos dois lados do Mar Mediterrâneo, onde direitos humanos são violados. Nenhuma fronteira deveria ter mais valor do que uma vida humana. Condenamos as políticas da União Europeia, que assistem a guarda costeira líbia a interceptar e retornar migrantes, nas chamadas "ações de recuo", à Líbia, onde os requerentes de asilo se encontram em condições que violam os seus direitos. Os direitos humanos deveriam ser a base fundamental de qualquer decisão política. Exigimos à União Europeia a criação de canais legais e mecanismos de passagem seguros para os requerentes de asilo. A UE precisa de apoiar ativamente missões civis de resgate, e de estabelecer uma rota de fuga segura através do Mediterrâneo. #WeWontForgetYou ///// On January 25th we will commemorate all those who perished trying to reach Europe. In 2019 alone 1.277 people have died crossing the Mediterranean Sea. This number is merely the reported amount of deaths, as nobody knows how many people leave the shores on the other side of the sea. As conscience gets numb under all the bad news and lives become anonymous numbers, let’s shake off the lethargy of thinking we are powerless against the misery created by borders, nationalism and ignorance. Let’s pay our respects and commemorate all the unknowns who lost their lives in hope of a better future. Let’s also send out a thought to the ones who are still trying to find their way to safety. This event is intended to send a peaceful signal to encourage each one of us not just to remember, but to act. We will be dressed in black. A list of the names of all those whose lives were lost will be read out loud. Everybody is invited to fold paper boats as a symbol of remembrance.   We condemn the way asylum seekers are stuck in the camps on both sides of the Mediterranean Sea, where human rights are violated. No border should be more worthy of protection than a human life. We condemn the European Union’s policy of assisting the Libyan coast guard to intercept and return migrants in so called push-back actions into Libya, where asylum seekers meet conditions which violate their rights. Human Rights must be the fundamental basis of every political decision. We demand the European Union to install more legal migration channels and a safe passage possibility for asylum seekers. The EU needs to actively support civil sea rescue and install a secure maritime escape route. #WeWontForgetYou

[eyeofnewtblog]

Chapter Ninety-One

Debbie catches sight of another three watchers, idling slowly through the junkyard, never really turning their backs on her family. She adjusts her grip on the 18 inch adjustable crescent wrench she’s holding, and angles her body towards Mary. She holds three fingers over her heart and scratches while she makes eye contact with her niece. Mary shifts her gaze, catches sight of them, and rolls her eyes. 

Zoh’ziof comes trotting up to them, brandishing something metal and complicated in his hands, yipping excitedly. 

“Baby, honey,” Debbie sighs, tapping her ear frantically.

“Yes, sorry,” Zoh’ziof finally manages, fumbling the translator on. “It’s just so surprising to find the kind of technology that we’ve been trying to build for the last ten years discarded in a junk heap. But anyway, this is going to take care of a lot of the hard drive issues we’ve been having. Now that we’ve welded wheels and very basic mechanical arms to most of the AIs, this is going to let them have even more autonomy! They can do data dumps of their core personalities onto this matrix, while still functioning in the real world like any other biologically made creature. I’m very excited about this! I wonder how you’ve managed to make the device so small; I bet it's some sort of derivative of quantum-”

“Zoh, I think the Doc is calling me, so I’m gonna do a perimeter sweep while I take this, okay? You go ahead and keep looking for stuff. You’re doing great.” Debbie pats him gently on the wrist, smiles, and tries to sidle away, especially from Mary’s glare. Sure enough, the Morin doesn’t care who he’s talking to, as long as he’s allowed to be excited at someone.

Debbie sweeps the yard with her eyes again, taking in the three she’s just spotted, the four that tailed them from the shipyard, and the two that were already at the junkyard when they’d arrived. Nothing special about them; plain clothes, a mix of species, but always at least one human. Guns strapped to their hips, maybe a few hidden knives, probably ex-fleet, but staying far enough away that they’re clearly just watching. Not looking for their own treasures, considering the fact that they never pause to look over anything that doesn’t have a reflective surface to watch them in. 

The human faces are vaguely familiar, like she might have seen them in passing more than a few times, but she knows for a fact that that she’s never had a direct introduction. It’s bugging her, an itch in her bones that’s growing like a missing limb, right up until she glances over at the entrance of the junkyard. 

One blond human male in a civie suit, flanked by five officials in riot gear, the refraction armor glittering in the weak sun. They scatter rainbows over the ground as they start toward her. 

“Mary, trebuchet! Zoh’ziof, Iditarod! Issac, circle the wagons! Adam, M’kxt, fast n’ furious!” Debbie screams across the junkyard, her voice carrying to every corner. 

Debbie white knuckles the wrench in her hand, feels her front teeth go dry from her lips pulling back. She knows the blond asshat in the suit; she walks slowly out to meet him, letting her family scatter behind her according to their coded instructions. 

She can feel the laser pistol in her hip holster rubbing against her thigh, the knife hilt rubbing at the small of her back, the wrench in her hand; the only thing she has to decide on is how to move her body. She can hope for movement of the watchers, but not court on them. 

“Harry. Hey. How professional do I look now?” She asks, stalking forward. 

“Well, considering the fact that you’re actually wearing sensible shoes, pretty good.” The blond man says. 

Debbie draws her arm back, flattening her palm, as she walks towards him. His eyes dart to her shoulder and back to her face, and she brings her arm around to slap him just as she kicks him in the balls. She brings the slapping hand down to her hip pistol as she pivots, bringing the wrench up to smash into the refraction shield of the nearest officer. 

The shield fractures, but she’s spinning away before her niece can fry a hole through brain matter. She doesn’t even bother with fighting the others, just draws her pistol and snugs the muzzle against the base of Harry’s skull. 

She waits for the whine of their rifles to shift to full power as Harry raises his hands above his head. 

“Not a smart move, Debbie,” he says. 

“You ever play blackjack twenty-one?” Debbie fires back. “I'm guessing not, because you really suck at counting cards.” 

She smiles as the crunch of gravel and the high whine of charged pistols sounds behind her. She doesn’t have to turn to know that the separate groups tailing her have come to her rescue.

“Harry, it’s only fair to warn you. I’m really fucking mad at you for calling my murder pumps unprofessional.” 

“I came here to arrest you, and you’re holding me at gunpoint over a pair of shoes?” Debbie grinds the muzzle into the base of his skull, wishing it was an antique revolver that made clicking noises. 

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna tell you the same thing Uncle Mike will. You made a bad play, and your plan didn’t work because you’re an idiot. Now, would my new guests care to introduce themselves, or do they want to remain anonymous creepy stalkers?”

“Nah, not right now. We just wanted to see if you were anything like Rachel. And if you were, we might want to negotiate some long term arrangements.”

“Harry, this is what good negotiation tactics sound like. In what way do I benefit from you arresting me? In another six months to a year, rouge AIs won’t even be illegal, so the thing you’re trying to achieve is pointless to begin with.”

“You really believe that the prime minister, the ACTING prime minister who was a designated survivor, can push through a bill that drastic-”

Debbie pulls the gun back and hits him in the back with the wrench. 

“I believe that Uncle Mike will want to see us for the holidays. Also, you’ve clearly never met him.”

“You’re not just violating the AI regulations, you’re also recruiting child soldiers-”

“You can keep talking, but I will bash your skull in.” Debbie waits, but she’s met with silence. “Alright, let’s get them cuffed and then get out of here.”

She holsters her pistol, then holds one fist up above her head. She extends one finger, makes a circle, and watches just long enough for Mary to get down and out. 

“Where you headed now?” One of her rescuers asks. 

“No idea. But you’re welcome to tag along if you’re interested.”

[stephanie-brown-deserved-better]

the batfam at pride

instead of their usual black as night capes they use the rainbow flag

spoiler brings a bag of bricks and she, red hood and robin try to throw it at the homophobes protesting the march but are stopped by nightwing and black bat and are given glitter bombs to throw instead

red hood hires some muscle along the route of the march to make sure that day doesnt get interrupted and babs is there while in civies but still manages to do surveillance of the whole thing on the small waynepad she brought

red robin complains that they shouldve gotten their own float bc he's tired after 5 mins of walking and is already designing a float for next year

rainbow batarangs

harley and ivy are also at the march and killing it

since organizing a pride is expensive especially since they're in gotham they donate a generous amount anonymously to the organizers

no cops at pride only vigilantes

batman isnt at the march himself but you can see him lurking behind gargoyles following the march

after the event they help with the clean up ofc

they also help with getting others who are worried about getting jumped get home and bring out make up wipes to help remove the glitter and etc to those who aren't out yet

im out of ideas add more of your own if you'd like