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[salvager-beyblade-fanfiction]

Salvager Chapter 4: Floor 192

“Off!”

Venom’s shout ricocheted down the derelict shaft, giving Salvager only a second’s warning. Shoot. Darting in a breath, he threw his arm back, allowing himself to roll sideways as he released his grip on the elevator cable and plunged into an uncontrolled free fall. Down, towards the legion of androids that had followed them from Floor 191. There must have been at least a hundred, all climbing over each other, joints whirring, Starving Silver spasming in anticipation. Too close for comfort.

“Go!” Salvager hollered, fiercely aware of the closing distance between him and their pursuers.

Venom slammed his cybernetic palm into the cable’s side.

And, in an instant, the metal fibers were howling with electricity, a visible current arcing around the circumference with a hissing, ear-crackling buzz. Salvager was just close enough to smell burning hair. The robots, actually clinging to the line, weren’t so lucky. As the sudden charge struck, they screeched, wailed, and then dropped, their bodies fried black. Disjointed limbs clacked and spun. Raucous echoes--metal on metal--fired through the chute. 

“Safe!” Venom snapped from above.

Salvager shouted back something completely unintelligible, but generally affirmative. In one fluid motion, he shot out an arm, locking his fingers back around the cable, and swung in a shallow curve, heaving his reactor cannon over his shoulder and angling it straight down. He set the barrel for continuous blast, locked it in place and, as the basketball-sized opening filled with the preemptive light of a laser stream, resumed his ascent. He’d fallen almost half of what he’d initially climbed. Fortunately, the beam of energy slamming from the weapon at his back was a fairly efficient propulsion device, He made up the distance at an accelerated pace, his hands flying over each other to maintain purchase on the elevator cable. “Hey!” he called, mind racing through the next steps of his and Venom's plan. “Do you think 192 has noticed us yet?”

In his upward periphery, he saw Venom glancing towards the door bank above his head, a good three yards up the shaft. “Uh… No?” he shouted back. 

Just then, however, the portal slid open, the two halves retreating into their recesses, and an electronic moan dripped out of the darkness. Slowly, a long-fingered hand curled over the lip of the opening, its malformed knuckles glinting like slivers of moonlight. A scrape, a drag, and, soon, two glowing photoreceptors peered over the edge, staring into the derelict shaft. 

Salvager cringed. A Starving Silver model. Great.

Venom, meanwhile, wasted no time. In a flash, he conjured his player board, sank his arm up to the elbow in his inventory, and snapped out two magnetic grenades, flinging them high. Once near enough, they reacted to the android’s metal skin and promptly zipped towards it, attacking like mosquitoes, cracking into the thing’s head, puncturing its skull with their security prongs.

The subsequent explosions filled the elevator shaft with an obscuring white light.

The sharp beam of Salvager’s laser grapnel cut through it, the man himself soon following. He whipped past Venom in a blur, careening in a tight arc over the door bank’s extended lip, and--teeth bared, neck straining--smashed his heels like battering rams into what was left of the android’s skull. It popped off its spinal cord like a lollipop head from its stick, the Starving Silver it had carried leaping across Salvager’s boots.

Perfectly calm, the man allowed himself to fall backward, hunching over midair and hastily undoing his laces. There. The shoes slipped free of his feet, taking all the parasitic metal with them. Now, to fix the falling.

Salvager flung out a hand.

And Venom, lunging sideways and nearly losing his grip on the elevator cable, caught it. A savage grunt erupted from between his teeth as the older man’s weight jerked him downward. Two of his steel pins snapped, bursting from his cybernetic forearm and spinning into the dark like pennies flipped into a fountain. “Ghk!” he choked, stuffing down a fierce complaint as he heaved Salvager back onto the wire. 

“Nice catch,” the man gasped, tucking a leg around the line and regaining purchase. “Arm okay?”

“Forget about it,” Venom groaned, raising his gaze back to the Floor 192 doors. A swarm of eyes were filling it, flinty and curious, piercing the darkness like stars crowding out a night sky. “We’ve got bigger problems.”

Salvager grit his teeth, a crease slicing down his brow. What was that…? Fifty more androids? “No stopping,” he decided. “Climb. I’ve got your back.”

“No stopping?”

“We’re not making it to 192 with that kind of welcoming party. Just skip it.”

There was nothing for it.

They’d have to go straight for Floor 193. 

The top was in reach.

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

big bro jazz

[chloesimaginationthings]

RIP Michael Afton.. you would of loved FLAF

[tizzymcwizzy]

this is a poster i made for my call to action assignment in humanities! it's a bunch of basic and easy stretches for people who sit and work at a desk all day (me)

the idea is that you'd put the poster up above ur desk and do the stretches every 30 minutes or so,, the whole routine won't take more than about 6 minutes to complete and when done regularly it can prevent wrist, shoulder, neck and back pain! :)

all these stretches can be done while sitting (although i HIGHLY recommend you stand up and move around while taking a break from working)

you can get a free digital copy of this poster here on my gumroad!

and you can order a print/poster here from my inprnt!

[notherpuppet]

@/coma_0423’s cursed cat alastor will bring you happiness ♥️

Lulu scolds the cat

[topbottomswitchblade]

it’s difficult to be a dom with anarchist leanings.

my sub will be like “i have to tell you something... i broke a rule. i’ll accept whatever punishment you see fit.” and i’m like. rise up comrade you have nothing to lose but your padded restraints. no doms no masters. oh you want me to spank you. yeah i can do that.

[noirandchocolate]

Several weeks ago one of my coworkers called me over into her cubicle and gave me a very unexpected gift. Her mother passed away recently, and she'd been packing stuff up at her condo to give to relatives and sell, so the home could be sold. The mother was an avid knitter and crocheter, and when my coworker came upon her stash of equipment, she told me, she "immediately thought of me as someone who might get some use out of it."

So, I have inherited a varied collection of knitting needles and crochet hooks, cable needles, sewing needles, and, best of all, now-out-of-print pattern books, mostly for blankets, because that was what this lady loved to make most. Plus, I also have a bunch of gauge swatches she made, pinned to little bits of card covered in perfect schoolteacher handwriting setting out the patterns they were made to test.

And also...

My coworker brought another bag, full of yarn and...knitted blanket squares. Her mother's last started project, before she got too sick to continue. And she asked if there was anything I could do with it.

It turned out, there are twelve completed squares, and I quickly located the pattern book they are from amid those given to me. It's a book of 60 patterns, meant to be put together however the maker wishes into blankets of 20 squares. I figured out which of the numbered patterns were already made, and selected eight more that I thought might go well with them.

So now! I am working on completing! My coworker's mother's last knitting project!

And I really am feeling very good about doing it.

[hinamie]

oversaturate

[fantaorange]

decided to stop being a baby and post a resident evil image do u guys still love me

[datcravat]

It seems there's a new lawyer in town!!!

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."

[chloesimaginationthings]

New FNAF clown Jackie from secret of the Mimic!!

[proxycrit]

I interrupt my zelda posting with caitvi because Arcane changed my brain chemistry

(ight, now i go back on hiatus! If you want to see my sketchbook which I WILL be posting until the day I wither, check out patreon! Now excuse me as i crawl back into my warm little den)

((Im also currently significantly more active on my instagram posting commission work, if you wanna see it :0))

Edit: ah dang it the hyperfixation’s set in.

[arttsuka]

I made @wolfythewitch 's fox Bill design out of polymer clay

It's pretty thin (so thin I'm afraid it'll snap in half anytime I lift it)

Front and back side:

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not done messing with their shapes yet actually