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lifestyleblogeruk · 2 years ago

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Enhancing Security and Convenience: Upgrading Your Automatic Gate with Repairs

An automatic gate provides a valuable layer of security and convenience for your property, whether it's a residential or commercial space. However, like any mechanical system, automatic gates require regular maintenance and occasional repairs to ensure optimal performance and extend their lifespan. In this blog, we will explore how upgrading your automatic gate with repairs can enhance both security and convenience.

1. Strengthening Security:

A properly functioning automatic gate serves as a strong deterrent to potential intruders and unauthorized access. Upgrading your gate with timely repairs ensures that all security features are in optimal working condition. From gate sensors and intercom systems to access control mechanisms, each component plays a crucial role in safeguarding your property.

Repair and Calibration of Gate Sensors: Gate sensors are essential for detecting movement and preventing the gate from closing on objects or people. Regular repairs and calibration of these sensors ensure accurate detection, minimizing the risk of accidents and damage.

Intercom and Access Control Repairs: A malfunctioning intercom or access control system can compromise the security of your property. Upgrading and repairing these communication features enable smooth and secure entry for authorized personnel while denying access to unauthorized individuals.

Enhancing Convenience:

An automatic gate enhances the convenience of accessing your property. Upgrading your gate with repairs ensures that it operates smoothly and consistently, providing a seamless experience for residents, employees, or visitors.

Gate Motor and Operator Repairs: The gate motor and operator are the heart of an automatic gate system. Regular repairs and maintenance of these components ensure reliable gate operation, reducing the risk of unexpected breakdowns and inconveniences.

Remote Control and Mobile App Repairs: Modern automatic gates often come with remote controls or mobile apps for easy operation. Repairing and upgrading these features allow for convenient gate control from the comfort of your vehicle or smartphone.

3. Extending Lifespan:

Routine repairs and proactive maintenance are essential to extend the lifespan of your automatic gate. Upgrading worn-out or damaged components ensures that your gate operates optimally, reducing the risk of costly replacements in the future.

Gate Track and Roller Repairs: The gate track and rollers are subjected to constant stress from frequent opening and closing. Upgrading and repairing these components prevent gate misalignment and reduce wear and tear, prolonging the gate's lifespan.

Weatherproofing and Rust Protection: Weather conditions and rust can take a toll on the gate's structural integrity. Repairs and upgrades involving weatherproofing and rust protection measures preserve the gate's appearance and functionality, especially in harsh environments.

In conclusion, upgrading your automatic gate with repairs not only enhances security but also boosts convenience and extends the gate's lifespan. To ensure these benefits, it is advisable to seek professional assistance from experienced automatic gate repair specialists. Regular maintenance and timely repairs will keep your gate operating at its best, providing you with enhanced security and ease of access for years to come. Remember, a well-maintained automatic gate is an investment that pays off in terms of safety, convenience, and peace of mind.

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servantofthefates · 13 days ago

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My house is alive. And I do not mean figuratively.

I mean it has a mind of its own.

My house is mine. I designed the layout, I watched it get built, I decorated it. From the size of the front door to the paint color palette… from the fabric of the sofa to the style of the photo frames… everything was my decision. It’s as mine as mine gets.

So the moment I introduced myself to it, it started talking back.

We have a courtyard full of trees and plants, so there’s a healthy amount of bugs outside, which sometimes get in when the front door is open. I hate that. I hate that very much.

So I told my house to never let those intruders in. The next day, without having to spray anything, I saw several dead bugs on the floor. I swept them up. And never again did I see anything flying or crawling around the house.

Another time, I had a plumbing issue. My bidet wouldn’t stop running, and the bathtub wouldn’t drain completely.

I told my house how much I hate having to let maintenance workers in, because they often leave a mess, which I have to spend hours sanitizing afterwards. I asked my house if it could help me avoid this somehow.

In just about five seconds, the bidet stopped running, and the bathtub fully drained.

Over the holidays, a relative came over for dinner. Having eaten so much, she felt sluggish and asked if she could sleep over. Now I don’t really like this relative. I included her in the guest list as an act of Christmas kindness, but sleeping over? That’s too much.

While I was thinking of how to reject her request, the power went out. And the moment she left the gate, the electricity came back on. I asked the neighbors about it later on, and they said their power was on the whole night.

Another time, I lost the remote control to my living room air conditioner. Which was impossible. It’s always in the same place, and I was alone that whole time.

While looking for it everywhere, I ended up opening a drawer I never use. In it I found white mold, which likely developed during the few months I lived abroad, leaving that part of the house susceptible to humidity. I’ve since taken care of the problem.

Right after I discovered the mold, I found the missing remote control right there on top of my coffee table. Where it always is. Where I couldn’t have missed it.

My house is one of those things that make me what I am — a traditional witch, despite how modern my life is. It reminds me that even though my ancestors wouldn’t recognize many parts of my craft, I remain their child. Their blood is within me, ready to awake when required.

#Traditional witch #Witch #Witchblr #servantofthefates #Witchcraft #All About Witchcraft

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melpomenelamusa · 29 days ago

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The escape plan - Chimeras

~Original story~

CW: Pet whump, lady whumper, lady whump, multiple whumpees, mention cautivery, blood and injuries, drowning.

Fidi had come up with an escape plan. After several sleepless nights, creating various hypothetical scenarios and taking note of a variety of outcomes, she believed she had found the path that would lead her and Tigri to freedom.

The first step was to get rid of the collars. These had a tracker that meant that, as long as they were wearing them, Madame Lavenza would always have access to their exact location from her cell phone. But taking off the collar and throwing it away was easy. The tricky part was dealing with the electric chip.

As they had already experienced firsthand more than once, if the woman activated the electric chip before they could take off the collars, they would be finished. Being caught in the middle of an escape attempt was a severe punishment guaranteed. Fidi didn't want to imagine what Madame Lavenza would do to them in that case.

The chip was located on the inside of the collar, attached to the skin on the back of their necks, that was what made the electric shock have an immediate effect when activated through the remote control in the woman's possession. Fidi thought the best way to avoid being affected by the current was to cover the chip with something that would prevent the electricity from spreading to their bodies.

“Rubber is an insulator,” Tigri said. “We could find some rubber and put it on our necks before putting on the collar, to create something like a barrier between our skin and the chip. The thicker it is, the better the insulator will be.”

“Do you think we could use those rubber gloves that the cleaning staff uses to wash the bathrooms?” Fidi asked.

“They might work.”

“We could cut off the fingers, put them together, and create a sort of internal necklace, so that it would protect us. I can try to do something like that.”

During the time they could spend alone together, away from Madame Lavenza’s displays and requests, Fidi and Tigri dedicated themselves to collecting the materials they needed for their plan. Tigri managed to steal some gloves from the cleaning store, while Fidi distracted the staff by spilling juice on the fur rug in the lobby (it earned her a punishment, but it was worth it). Getting adhesive tape was much easier, Fidi only had to approach one of the servants and tell him that one of her sketchbooks had been torn. Without asking too many questions she was given a roll.

Using some thread and the tape, Fidi made two collars by joining together the cut fingers of several rubber gloves. The idea was to glue a piece of rubber over the chip on Madame Lavenza's collar and then place it over the rubber collar around their necks.

Wearing the rubber collar made the metal collar feel much more uncomfortable, constricting their throats; but they were confident that this homemade method would keep them safe from the cruel electric shocks, at least long enough for them to be able to find an opportunity to escape. They had no way of testing the effectiveness of their experiment other than by angering Madame Lavenza and earning themselves a punishment. If their method didn't work, then they would suffer for good; But if this one worked and Madame Lavenza realized something fishy was going on, she would check the collars and then they would be finished.

"We'll have to trust that it´ll work," Fidi said, trying to sound confident. "Hide the rubber collar in your room, in a very hidden place that the cleaning staff can't find."

The second part of the plan was to get out of the mansion. Right off the bat, that was almost impossible. There were guards watching the main gate 24/7, and during the night all the entrances and exits to the property were locked. They also knew that there were cameras on the perimeter, around the wall surrounding the big house. On their own, they would never be able to get out without being caught.

“That's why we'll escape when we're out of the mansion,” the girl said.

In the past, it was fear that had prevented her from trying to escape every time Madame Lavenza took her out of her cage in the mansion; but now it could be her only chance to achieve the long-awaited freedom.

“Wouldn't that be very dangerous?” Tigri asked, putting a hand to his chin, weighing the possibility.

“It's the best option I can think of,” Fidi answered, determinedly. “We'll have to escape during the course of the car ride. Trying to escape as soon as we leave the mansion will be a total failure, and trying to escape when we reach our destination will be the same thing.”

Fidi didn't find the idea of jumping out of a moving car to be a tempting experience either; but if it was necessary to finally find her freedom, she would do it.

"What will we do after we jump out of the car?" Tigri asked. "If we're lucky and we don't get hit by a car coming in the other lane."

"Run," the girl replied. "Run as far as possible. Once we're sure no one is following us, we can look for your family."

Tigri's ears drooped down. Mentioning his family always made him melancholic and nostalgic.

"Okay. So that's the plan."

Madame Lavenza never announced her activities in advance, so every time she planned to do something with her "pets," whether it was a photo shoot, playing with dolls, going to a party or an exhibition, etc., she always took them by surprise. That day at breakfast, Madame Lavenza told them that they were going to a party organized by one of her friends, in a building on the mountain. Fidi and Tigri exchanged glances, knowing what that meant: the day to escape would be today.

After dressing in the elegant outfits that Madame Lavenza had assigned them, they put on the rubber collar and on top of it the collar with the chip. Fidi felt her hands sweating, not only from the gloves, but from anxiety. If the rubber collar didn't work...

She felt a friendly hand on her shoulder and saw Tigri smile at her. The boy's tail swished nervously behind him, but he tried to give his friend a confident smile.

They got into the car. Madame Lavenza, as always, sat in the middle of the back seat, Fidi on her right and Tigri on the left. The driver and a servant who accompanied them as a chamberlain were the rest of the people in the vehicle.

Fidi felt her heart pounding so hard against her chest that she feared Madame Lavenza would hear her. The car moved quickly through the city streets. The traffic was light, but cars came and went on either side of them. After almost an hour of travel, they reached the highway. The speed increased. The buildings gradually disappeared, replaced by views of fields, forests and mountains. There were no more cars around them; they moved alone along the wide asphalt road.

It was now or never.

Fidi turned to look at Madame Lavenza. The woman was leaning back in the seat, with her arms crossed and her eyes closed. Then she turned her gaze to Tigri. He was gripping the fabric of his pants, his claws out. A shaky exhale escaped the snake girl's lips and the tiger boy turned to look at her. Fidi nodded discreetly. He reached out and slowly unlocked the door. Her whole body was shaking with anticipation. She took a deep, deep breath, as if she was filling her lungs with oxygen for the last time.

"Now!" she shouted. She opened the door and let herself fall.

The pain was immediate. She hit the pavement with her right shoulder. She bounced and rolled like a ball of yarn a few times until she stopped. Fidi's mouth was open in a silent scream, as she felt the pain spread all over her side. The skin on her arms and legs burned. A harsh smell reached her nose and she felt the shreds of torn tights stick to the bleeding scraps on her legs, burned by the friction of the asphalt. She felt like it took her forever to catch her breath.

“Fidi!”

She suddenly saw Tigri at her side, helping her up. She hissed in pain, feeling as if her skin was tearing. She was dizzy and for a moment she thought she would throw up her lunch from a few hours ago. Tigri, on the other hand, had one of the lenses of his glasses broken, was limping on his left leg and was bleeding from a wound on his forehead.

“We have to go now,” the boy urged, helping her walk.

They hadn’t gone more than a couple of meters when they both stopped, feeling a slight tickling and a sensation of heat on their necks. The rubber collar had worked! But that meant that Madame Lavenza was upset. Very upset. They took off both collars and threw them away, before continuing to run, driven by pure adrenaline. They had no direction, so they just followed the street. They had to go far, as far as they could.

They came to a bridge. Several meters below them ran a river, which meandered into unknown and wild territory, getting lost in the forest. The empty road continued ahead, inviting them to continue. Suddenly they heard the screeching sound of tires against the asphalt and in the distance a black car appeared, approaching.

"I-it's her!" Fidi shouted, feeling panic turn her stomach. She and Tigri quickened their pace, running as fast as their injured bodies allowed them. When they reached the other side of the bridge they could try to go into the forest and thus lose their pursuers...

The car sped past them, thundering and ruffling their hair, then stopped in front of them and blocked the way. Two men with stern faces got out. From the back seat came Madame Lavenza. Her face was red with anger and her lips twisted in a grimace of betrayal.

“You damn animals,” she muttered, starting to walk towards them.

Fidi and Tigri started to run in the opposite direction. They immediately heard hurried footsteps behind them, catching up.

They weren’t going to make it.

“We have to jump into the river!” Fidi said.

The chimera children turned right, heading for the edge of the bridge. The river looked deep and its grey waters flowed fast and violently. Fidi was so scared that tears threatened to blur her vision. It was either the river or being captured again.

They climbed the railing, no more than a meter high. The breeze ruffled their hair and the roar of the waters reached their ears. Fidi looked at the sky and it seemed like an infinite, celestial canvas. The men who were chasing them stretched out their arms to grab them...

Fidi jumped. For an instant, gravity ceased to exist. She was alone, in the middle of a vast world, a terrifying and dangerous world, but one that could also be beautiful and liberating.

She had done it.

“FIDI!”

Tigri's scream made her turn her head just in time to see her friend's terrified face, as the men dragged him away from the railing, back to the road. Fidi couldn't answer his call, because at that moment she hit the surface of the water.

The liquid ran furiously up her nose, and the girl had to gather her willpower not to open her mouth and drown. She kicked, not knowing which way was the surface and which way were the black, abyssal depths. The current dragged her forward. Fidi waved her arms, ignoring the pain of moving her right arm, until she managed to get her head out and breathe the air from the surface. She tried to brush away the strands of her bangs that fell over her eyes and managed to make out the highway bridge in the distance, many meters behind. On either side there were only trees.

Tired, she fought against the current to stay afloat, while trying to swim to the shore. After several attempts, she finally reached an area of the river where the flow was calmer and managed to stop on the shore, like a shipwrecked boat. She crawled across the sandy ground and let herself fall, spitting water. She felt cold. Her breathing was labored because of her sobs, while the tears mixed with the drops that already ran down her soaked body.

She had survived, she had managed to escape.

But Tigri had not.

And now her friend was condemned to live a hell a thousand times worse.

Fidi cried, unable to do anything but lie weak on the ground, afflicted by the throbbing of her dislocated shoulder and the friction burns on her legs and arms. She cried until unconsciousness took pity on her and plunged her into a deep sleep, momentarily freeing her from the pain and the guilt.

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Thanks for reading!!! ⭐

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blessed-curse · 15 days ago

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The Prison Of Absolution.

The Chasm – The World's First Maximum-Security Superhuman Prison

Background & History:

As superhumans began emerging in overwhelming numbers during the late 21st and early 22nd century, traditional prisons became obsolete for containing them. Even with Power Restriction Devices (PRDs), many superhumans found ways to overcome or disable their restraints. Breakouts became commonplace, and governments realized that containing high-level superhumans required a facility beyond anything humanity had built before.

In 2103, G.R.O.W. and an alliance of world governments initiated Project Abyss, a classified operation to construct the ultimate superhuman containment facility. By 2110, this project resulted in The Chasm, a heavily fortified, undisclosed prison, accessible only via five hidden teleportation gates scattered across the planet.

With extreme containment measures, advanced PRD technology, and a remote, isolated location, The Chasm remains the world’s most secure prison for superhumans.

Structure & Location:

Location:

The exact location of The Chasm is classified, but theories suggest it exists in a hollowed-out underground abyss, possibly beneath the Antarctic ice sheet or in a volcanic caldera. The prison is entirely self-sustaining and impossible to reach by conventional means.

Key Features:

• The Five Teleportation Gates: The only way in or out of The Chasm. These are heavily guarded, and their locations are constantly changing to prevent discovery.

• Dampening Cells: Each inmate is contained in a specialized cell, tailored to their specific abilities using nanite-infused suppression walls.

• Power Restriction Devices (PRDs):

• Personalized for each prisoner.

• Constant energy recalibration prevents adaptation.

• Security AI: The Chasm is monitored by an advanced AI system that detects any fluctuation in energy output from inmates.

• Zero Escape Rate: Since its opening, no one has ever escaped.

Inmate Population:

The Chasm only holds the most dangerous superhuman criminals.

• 349 Superhumans (C-A Rank): High-risk criminals too dangerous for normal prisons.

• 40 S-Rank Superhumans: Those capable of causing nationwide disasters if left unchecked.

• 2 SS-Rank Superhumans: Nearly unstoppable entities, contained in personalized ultra-dampening cells.

Notable Inmates:

• Kronos (A-Rank): A time-manipulating mercenary. His cell exists in a permanent temporal stasis.

• Echidna (S-Rank): A shapeshifter who can mimic anyone’s DNA. Kept under constant identity-lock surveillance.

• Absalom (SS-Rank): A sentient black hole, contained via quantum stabilizers.

Diana – The Red Battery

Background & Origins:

Diana is the daughter of one of G.R.O.W.’s founding shareholders, a man known as Howard St. Claire, one of the wealthiest and most influential industrialists in history. Unlike most children born to the elite, Diana was not given a life of luxury. Instead, she was afflicted with a rare genetic mutation that caused her body to generate limitless amounts of bio-electric energy.

Her abilities fully manifested at age 14, marking her as a dangerous Descendant of an ancient superhuman bloodline. However, her condition quickly spiraled out of control—she could not stop generating electricity, and any physical contact resulted in deadly discharges.

Fearing she would become a threat to the world, her father made a ruthless decision: he had her relocated to The Chasm under the pretense that her power could be "put to use" for the greater good.

Diana’s Role in The Chasm:

Diana is known as "The Red Battery", a reference to her crimson hair and the constant lightning arcs surrounding her.

Why She’s Essential to The Chasm:

• The prison requires an enormous energy source to maintain its dampening fields, teleportation gates, and security systems.

• Diana provides that power—her body naturally generates enough electricity to sustain the entire facility.

• She has been wired into The Chasm’s core since she was a teenager, constantly outputting energy into the power grid.

Containment Measures:

• Diana resides in a specialized containment chamber—a massive conductive structure designed to absorb and redirect her excess energy.

• Her body is constantly monitored to prevent energy surges.

• If Diana were ever to be removed from The Chasm, the entire facility would lose power in minutes, resulting in a catastrophic breakout.

Diana’s Life in The Chasm:

• Diana has never seen the outside world since she was taken to The Chasm.

• She is isolated from all inmates, as physical contact with her would instantly incinerate most beings.

• Over the decades, she has become more of a legend than a person, known only by her title: The Red Battery.

Psychological Effects:

• Due to decades of solitude, Diana has developed a detached, emotionless personality.

• She rarely speaks and has long accepted her fate as The Chasm’s power source.

• Some rumors suggest that she secretly resents her father, but no one knows for sure.

Quote from a former warden: “She isn’t a prisoner. She isn’t a guard. She’s something else entirely. A living generator. A necessary evil. A soul trapped in an endless storm.”

What Would Happen If Diana Were Freed?

• The Chasm would immediately lose power, leading to a massive superhuman prison break.

• If Diana lost control of her power, she could potentially cause a global electromagnetic catastrophe.

• Her true power level remains unknown—some scientists theorize she could be approaching SSS+ Rank, but G.R.O.W. keeps that information classified.

Conclusion: The Chasm – A Ticking Time Bomb?

The Chasm is often called "the world’s greatest prison", but it is also its greatest gamble.

If Diana were to die, escape, or refuse to cooperate, the prison would immediately collapse, releasing some of the deadliest superhumans in history.

Detailed Profile on The Crimson Lilies:

Diana – The Red Battery

Full Name: Diana Graves

Alias: The Crimson Requiem (The Red Battery)

Age: 26

Ability: Annihilation Field (SSS+ Rank – Descendant Category)

Status: A walking calamity, isolated by necessity

Background:

Born as a Descendant, Diana Graves was never meant to live among normal people. From the moment she drew her first breath, energy radiated from her body like a furnace with no off switch. Her parents, desperate to find a way to contain her, placed her in an environment built to suppress her power. She grew up in isolation, her interactions with the world strictly controlled.

Unlike her sister Azalea, whose power awakened in tragedy, Diana’s was an inescapable part of her existence. No moment of peace, no second of silence—her very being was destruction incarnate. Anything she touched, anyone who came too close, would be reduced to nothing but atoms.

Her only reprieve? Azalea. The only person who could touch her. The only one who could remind her that she was human.

As the years passed, Diana's power only grew, becoming impossible to contain. By 14, she was no longer just dangerous—she was a walking extinction event. The government, terrified of what she might become, attempted to keep her existence under wraps. Rumors spread of The Crimson Requiem, an entity that could erase entire cities if left unchecked.

She became a ghost, a myth whispered among those who feared the return of the age of living gods. But for all her power, all her might, Diana was simply a woman who longed for warmth.

She did not seek destruction. She did not wish to be a monster. She only wanted to live.

But in a world that saw her as nothing but a weapon, was that even possible?

Powers & Abilities:

• Annihilation Field: Diana passively emits an expanding electric energy field that breaks down matter at a molecular level. This field is constantly active, making her presence inherently destructive.

• Raw Power Output: She can generate and release massive amounts of electric energy, vaporizing structures, weapons, and even superpowered beings with ease.

• Unstoppable Force: Her body is nearly indestructible due to the sheer energy coursing through her. Conventional attacks are meaningless.

• No Limit: Unlike most power users, Diana’s energy does not deplete—it continuously regenerates, making her a perpetual danger.

• Existence Erasure: At maximum output, she doesn’t just destroy—she erases, leaving nothing behind.

Connection to Azalea:

Azalea is Diana’s only tether to the world. The only one who can hold her hand, who can hug her, who can remind her that she is more than just destruction. Without Azalea, Diana has no reason to continue—no reason to resist the urge to let go.

To the world, she is The Red Battery, a living disaster waiting to happen. To Azalea, she is simply Diana—her little sister who just wants to be held.

Azalea – The Unyielding Bloom

Full Name: Azalea Graves

Alias: The Immortal Reaper

Age: 28 (Two years older than Diana)

Ability: Devoid (SS Rank – Deviant Category)

Status: Unknown to the world, but feared in the shadows

Background:

Azalea was born into the Graves family, the eldest daughter and, in many ways, Diana’s guiding light. Unlike Diana, who was born a Descendant, Azalea awakened her powers at 19 during a traumatic event. What should have been an intimate moment with her boyfriend turned violent, and in a state of sheer panic, her body reacted instinctively—Devoid was unleashed. In an instant, she drained his life essence, watching in horror as he withered away into a husk.

Her father, a powerful and influential figure, buried the incident before it could ruin her life, but Azalea never forgot what she had done. The guilt weighed on her, yet she could not deny the truth—her power was absolute, her hunger insatiable. Devoid granted her immense strength, speed, and the ability to heal from injuries that would be fatal to others. But there was a cost: without absorbing life essence, she would begin to weaken.

Powers & Abilities:

• Life Essence Absorption: She can drain the life force of living beings, using it to restore injuries, enhance her physical abilities, and sustain her immortality.

• Absolute Immortality (Infinite Regeneration): As long as she has sufficient essence, she cannot die. Even fatal wounds will mend, and lost limbs regenerate.

• Adaptive Physique: Every life she consumes refines her body, making her stronger, faster, and more resilient.

• Survival Mechanism: To avoid unnecessary killing, she periodically absorbs essence from trees, allowing her to live in relative peace.

Connection to Diana:

Azalea is the only person in the world who can touch Diana without dying. Unlike everyone else, she doesn’t just survive Diana’s overwhelming energy—she absorbs it. Her unique physiology allows her to interact with her younger sister without the fear of disintegration.

Diana, who often struggles with the burden of her power, sees Azalea as her sole reason for continuing to exist. Despite her immortality and strength, Azalea does not live for herself—she lives for Diana, visiting whenever possible, even if only once a month or less.

To the world, Diana may be The Red Battery, but to Azalea, she is simply her little sister—the only thing worth protecting in a world that would see them both as monsters.

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siphersaysstuff · 1 year ago

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THE GHOST OF PICS: MECHS PAST

And with THAT tortured pun, December's Patreon-backed @tfwiki picture batch is all stuff we've kinda needed forever, all stuff from the prior century, and all stuff from outside the US market!

We start with Takara's original DEATHSAURUS, Decepticon leader in 1989's Victory, who just had his Legacy Haslab toy start showing up on doorsteps. And of course, new separate pics for his Breast Animal partners EAGLEBREAST and TIGERBREAST (yes, get them giggles out, go ahead).

Let's jump back a year to 1988's Super-God Masterforce, and the Godmaster RANGER. This mold is the only one of the three Powermaster Autobot cars to get recolored for its Takara release. Sadly, the MIB copy I bought back in 1996 was missing its gun, thus my general reluctance to add a pic to the wiki. But lord, that tiny, crunchy book scan we were using suuuucked. Made Ranger look white when he's a very light stony blue. Still using the scan though, just now in an inset panel to show off the gun I don't have.

And now we bounce ahead to 1990's Zone, and the Micro Transformer base SKY HYPER, piloted by Deadwheeler. I took these pics forever ago at some BotCon, and have long lost the notes as to who owned this piece a few hard drives back. This sample was also missing the three ramps, thus both the length of time it took for me to get comfy going ahead and adding these to the wiki, and the new book-scan inset to show the missing ramps.

Let's shift over to the European market, with 1992's THUNDER CLASH, the leader of the Autobot Turbmasters. His gravity-feed missile launcher was, like all the Turbomaster and Predator launchers, very much not US choke-gate compliant.

Fun fact: Thunder actually did get a Japanese release! He and Skyquake were straight imported to Japanese stores in Hasbro packaging, with just some necessary legal info changed to Japanese on the boxes. This was the Operation: Combination year, where Takara released the small Turbomasters and Predators in 2-packs.

And now we're going much further back, and much further south. No, that's not Brawn, that's OUTBACK, the 1987 Mexican version by IGA. Apparently, IGA was unwilling or unable to pay for the new '86 Mini Vehicle molds, thus they made their own versions by simply recoloring the '84 originals and slapping them on new cards for the '86 characters. Sometimes with alternate decos to boot!

Sadly, I don't own this toy, and like Sky Hyper, this was a BotCon pic taken with original owner info lost to time. (I always try and credit the toy owner when they let me take pics.)

Now here's the ones I'm super-happy about. These are two of the three Eletrix, ESPORTE and PORSCHE, exclusive to Estrela's 1985 Brazilian Transformers line! These toys transform and walk/roll forward via remote control, attached by a wire over 4 feet long. I'm keeping an eye out for the third one, Jipe.

None of the '85 Brazilian toys have any faction markings, but the Autobot-style packaging leads one to assume "all good guys". As do the bios of many of the toys in the line... but the Eletrix lack bios, sadly. Which is weird, as Estrela made up new bios for some toys in the line, and just straight-translated others from their Hasbro bios.

These molds were released in the US, but as the "Pow-R-Bots" in Village Toys' TF-wannabe line Convert-A-Bots. Like Estrela, Village licensed them from Japan's Yonezawa Toys, where they were the Remote Change Robo Series. All of these releases use the same plastic colors, but give them new stickers for branding and language.

I bought these two MISB (cellophane still there!) earlier this year, but was a little gunshy about opening them, worried the electronics might have somehow rotted. Schrodinger's Electronics. But no, since they didn't come with batteries, no corrosion, and they work as well as a 1984-mold cheap electric gear-powered toy can (that is to say, loudly).

And of course, since I got the boxes, I took the opportunity to take 600dpi scans of the box art unique to Estrela's packaging!

Man, I love going through these older, not-US corners of TFdom, and hope you learned something new about the vast TF universe. And if you'd like to help make that just a little bit easier and get more pics out a month, consider joining my Patreon! "gregstfwikipics" there, every little bit helps, plus at higher pledge levels you can pick a theme for the month!

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hongherbac · 13 days ago

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[Shimazaki-Centric] A Narcissus in Summer - Chapter 2

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Fandom: Mob Psycho 100 Relationship: No Romantic Relationship(s), Shimazaki Ryou & Hatori Nozomu & Minegishi Toshiki Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Personal Growth, Plot, Immature Shimazaki, But He's Learning

Chapters: 2/6 Words: 2,958/17k

CW: mild violence

Summary: Shimizaki's ordinary workdays—but not so ordinary. After all, it was Shimazaki.

Chapter 2

　　"A man just fell from the sky today."

　　"Yeah?"

　　Bzzz. A faint static crackled through the earpiece, indicating some kind of electronic activity on the other end. Hatori appeared to be operating a computer, retrieving police records. His voice came through the hidden earpiece.

　　"The only witness was a homeless. The police thought he was too drunk, so they didn't take his testimony seriously."

　　Shimazaki wiped the slick fresh blood off his hands with a tablecloth.

　　No, he didn't kill anyone. He didn't even cause any serious injuries—just broke the nose of someone. It wasn’t his fault they tried to fight back, right? Besides, everything he did was perfectly legal. It was the government’s order for him to "take care of" the cadres of a psychic crime organization. (The government called it an "arrest," but Shimazaki sees them as synonymous.)

　　Half an hour ago, Shimazaki had been waiting in an alley as planned, wearing his earpiece to stay in contact with Hatori. Hatori was remotely controlling pre-set cameras and bugs while keeping tabs on all the mission targets’ movements. It was a banquet lunch for the organization's cadres. They arrived one by one in cars at a grand mansion, located on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by thick, meticulously cultivated hedges. As soon as the last car passed, the imposing electric gate closed automatically and locked itself. Unnoticed, the cadres gathered in the dining room, relaxing and enjoying the food. And then Hatori gave Shimazaki the nod.

　　In an instant, their pleasant evening turned into a chaotic battlefield.

　　The battle didn't last long. Within minutes, the chaos subsided. The dining room, however, was utterly destroyed. The ceiling was covered with scorch marks from lightning, dozens of kitchen knives were sticking out of the walls, and the beautiful wallpaper was blackened by flames. Anything in the room that could be thrown—lamps, porcelain, plates, pendants, crystal ornaments—lay shattered as if in an explosion. Tables and chairs tumbled to the floor, and sofa cushions were ripped open, sending cotton fluff flying everywhere.

　　Several human bodies lay motionless on the ground, still showing signs of life, but completely unconscious, and each suffering injuries ranging from concussions to psychological trauma.

　　Wiped out—except for one. The only survivor. Shimazaki could hear him hiding in a closet, his breathing heavy with fear.

　　"That guy’s lucky. He fell right into a pond in the park. The police fished him out before he drowned, and they found out he was a fugitive wanted for years. It turned out he was a professional killer." Hatori continued with interest, "Hey, tell me honestly, does this have anything to do with you?"

　　Shimazaki smiled, "Well, who knows?"

　　"Ha! That’s what I thought. I'm surprised you didn't dump him in the front square this time. You're in a good mood today."

　　"I'm blind. Don't expect me to have a good aim."

　　His shoes crunched over the scattered shards of glass. Shimazaki deliberately passed in front of the closet, and felt the survivor's breath drop away. The closet could only block the view, but it couldn't hide the frantic energies leaking out of the esper, churning wildly from sheer terror.

　　Hatori spoke again, "Joseph hasn't noticed yet."

　　"Oh?"

　　"How long do you think it will take him to realize? He can be weirdly sharp sometimes… He once even called me out for tampering with the files. Jesus Christ, those were files from fifty years ago. Who cares about that except some history teachers?"

　　Shimazaki smiled without saying anything.

　　"I can delete the relevant case information for you, but you owe me dinner. How's that?"

　　"Or—I know you're going to delete the information for me, because if Joseph does find out, I’ll come over and kick your ass. How’s that?"

　　"Asshole. At least buy me a cup of coffee."

　　He shrugged, "Well, that'll do."

　　"You better remember. You’re reporting to the office tomorrow, right? Bring it with you on the way. Otherwise, if Joseph finds out what you've done, you know he'll be nagging you to death."

　　Shimazaki suddenly felt a twinge of irritation. If it were Suzuki, he wouldn't make such a fuss.

　　Luckily, he knew how to have fun for himself.

　　He moved in a flash, teleported to the front of the closet, and yanked the door open without warning. The survivor, who had been cowering inside, screamed and scrambled backward but almost tripping, knocking down a couple of high-class suits as he clumsily steadied himself. The survivor gasped in horror, his eyes went wide, and he intuitively raised his arms to shield his head. (That won't stop anything, of course; human instincts can be so stupid sometimes.) In the earpiece, Hatori let out a surprised "Ah."

　　Shimazaki smiled at the survivor. The man shivered and stammered for a long time, but was unable to form a single word of plea; meanwhile, Shimazaki smiled and nodded, as if he were listening to some captivating story.

　　"Please, please let me go..." The survivor finally squeezed out a few weak words.

　　It was the second time Shimazaki had heard that line today. Hmm, maybe it was some kind of lucky charm.

　　"Okay."

　　"... W-what?"

　　"Your fate has nothing to do with me anyway. But this is a bit tricky. You’ve committed crimes, you see, and crimes come with consequences." Shimazaki’s grin widened ominously, "How about this? I'll give you five minutes."

　　He stepped aside from the closet door and made a graceful gesture, as if respectfully inviting a guest to leave.

　　"Please try your best to run. Don’t bore me now."

　　The man realized instantly. Though his body was weak and limp, he forced himself to stumble forward, nearly falling out of the wardrobe. He clumsily scrambled to his feet and staggered through the wrecked room, rushing toward the broken front door of the mansion, whose hinges were already rickety. Just before leaving, the man glanced back one last time—only to see Shimazaki wasn't even paying attention to him, but browsing through the closet carelessly instead. Then, he bolted.

　　Shimazaki listened as the footsteps faded into the distance. He ran his fingers over the delicate fabrics of several suits, recognizing the distinctly feminine cuts and decided he wasn’t interested. Turning to search the overturned dining table, he noticed a bottle of red wine had fallen under the tablecloth. The bottle was lying on its side, its contents staining the carpet a deep crimson.

　　"Hatori, time me."

　　"Already did." Hatori said irritably. Through the earpiece came the sound of aggressive typing on the keyboard, "I really don't want to sound like Minegishi—but can you stop making my job harder?"

　　Bzzz. Bzzz. A slight static crackled through again. Hatori slammed the keyboard.

　　"The target’s moving north toward the shopping district."

　　Shimazaki picked up the bottle of red wine and sniffed near the opening. There were only a few centimeters of liquid left in the bottle. Having been open for so long, plus having once fallen to the ground and agitated with the air, its aroma had turned somewhat sour and astringent, with sediment floating in the liquid. Still, it might be barely acceptable. He tilted his head back and took a sip directly from the bottle—oh no, it was worse than he thought. The taste was awful.

　　"Oh, that's nice. I wish I could drink on the job too." Hatori said.

　　"Too bad you don't work in the field."

　　"You mean, running around all day, either punching people or getting punched? Uh, thanks. I'd rather be in the office playing on my computer."

　　"You're only worrying about this because you're too weak."

　　"I'm not weak, you idiot. I'm just not good at fighting. There are too many fighters already, they don't need someone like me. What they really lack are skilled intel and logistics experts. Hmph, they'd better know who to call" Hatori said, "Oh, by the way, I’m stopping by the flower shop tomorrow to bug Minegishi. Want to come?"

　　"Well, we'll see."

　　"Suit yourself. We won’t wait for you. Anyway—five minutes are up."

　　Shimazaki slid his hands into his pockets.

　　"The target’s at XX Avenue and OO Street."

　　"Roger that."

　　Smiling, he turned towards the direction Hatori indicated. A mansion’s window lay directly in front of him, its curtains torn down and scattered across the floor, scorched and riddled with holes from the battle. With a light step, Shimazaki jumped onto the windowsill like an agile black cat, ready to teleport as he leapt down—

　　Then he suddenly stopped.

　　Shimazaki froze. He lifted his head, sniffing the air. A faint breeze brushed his cheek, carrying a certain unpleasant sensation.

　　A distant voice came through the earpiece, "What's he doing?" It was Joseph, Shimazaki and Hatori's current direct superior, the leader of one of the teams in the government’s psychic crime department. Joseph's voice was coming closer to the microphone, as if he were moving closer to Hatori, and must have seen the surveillance footage on Hatori’s screen, "Why is there still a guy running?"

　　"You know, just the usual Shimazaki style." Hatori said flatly. Shimazaki could picture the small guy shrugging at their boss. "Let the prey go, then catch them again later, like a cat playing with a mouse. No big dea—Oh! Hey!"

　　Hatori’s voice suddenly faded, replaced by Joseph’s clear voice.

　　"Shimazaki, what are you doing?"

　　"Nothing." Shimazaki smiled, "I’m being good, sticking to the rules, sir."

　　"Stop messing around. Just go take care of that guy already. Do whatever you need to, but don’t cause a public panic. The facility is fully prepared to take in the suspects. Bring them all back whenever you’re ready.

　　Shimazaki neither spoke nor moved, sensing the air around him thoughtfully.

　　"You hear me? Shimazaki—"

　　"It's going to rain." he said.

　　He was right. The moment Shimazaki’s words left his mouth, the first drop of rain fell from the sky, hitting the ground like a soft torpedo, leaving a wet, dark-colored dot. Then came the second drop, the third... The raindrops began to fall faster and faster. Within seconds, they could no longer be counted. Countless thick, heavy droplets poured down in torrents, like a waterfall crashing onto the entire city, coloring everything in stifling dampness.

　　Thunder roared through the sky—BOOM!—rattling the very buildings in its wake.

　　It was a summer afternoon thunderstorm that came sudden and furious. The intense downpour caused a thick mist, turning the air into a blurry, white haze. Outside, it seemed as though the entire world was shrouded in a thick curtain of rushing water, and anyone who dared to venture through it would surely have to pay a price.

　　The cool rain drifted through the air, dampening Shimazaki's cheeks. He stepped back from the window.

　　"I don't want to get wet. I'll leave that guy to you."

　　"What? What the hell are you talking about?" Joseph raised his voice, " Your mission isn’t over yet! You need to bring all of them back. That is your responsibility—"　　

　　"I'll give you my head if you can yell him into action." Hatori's voice was distant and slurred, grumbling inanely, "Now, if you return my headphones, I could get Miguel to handle this for you. I know he's free today. Or you can do it yourself if you want. That guy's weak, not much of a threat."

　　"Still stronger than you." Shimazaki said.

　　"Yeah, that's right. Shut up."

　　Joseph cursed and, judging by the loud clack, probably slammed the headset onto the table. Hatori let out a pained wail. After Joseph stormed off, Hatori picked up the headset and put it back on. His voice came through clearly again:

　　"Seriously, you can't keep doing this all the time. I can't help you every time. There's always a limit to their patience."

　　Shimazaki fiddled with the threads on the hem of his jacket, then yanked it off with a sharp tug.

　　"Goodbye, Hatori."

　　"Uh, wait, you haven't brought in the suspects—" Hatori stopped mid-sentence, as if remembering the words he'd just said not too long ago. "Fuck you, Shimazaki, that wouldn’t even take you two minutes." He sighed heavily, "I want a caramel cappuccino, venti, extra ice and foam. See you tomorrow."

　　Shimazaki took off the hidden earpiece.

* * * * *

　　It's pouring rain. It was as if the sky had sprung a leak, endlessly dumping water onto the city. The entire city was soaked, and even the air felt incredibly humid, with each breath heavy with moisture. The thick humidity clung to everyone like a heavy blanket, making the already overheated weather even more unbearable. No matter who you were, your skin always felt sticky and clammy. It was hard to tell if it came from sweat or the saturated, condensed rain in the air.

　　Ding Dong.

　　The automatic door of a convenience store slid open, releasing a brief puff of refreshing air conditioning. As the glass door slowly closed again, the world was once again mercilessly left to the endless summer heat. Shimazaki tore open a package, taking out a popsicle wrapped around a wooden stick, and began licking it slowly.

　　He stood under the eaves, casually observing his surroundings as usual. His extrasensory perception depicted the shapes of the nearby buildings. Inside the convenience store, there were a few clerks and customers moving about, and their weak indistinct auras marking them as non-espers.. But beyond the narrow shelter of the eaves, where water gathered and dripped from the edge of the roof like a tiny stream, the scene dissolved into a fast-moving blur.

　　Countless, countless raindrops fell at high speeds, like dazzling blinding colors, obscuring anything else. Shimazaki could faintly perceive a few pedestrians, some umbrellas floating along the road, but their movements were fragmented and fleeting, like butterflies darting in and out constantly. The low rumbling of cars mixed with the sounds of thunder, rain, and the ever-present city noise. The air was hot and stuffy, filled with the smell of dampness and humidity, so heavy that even the passing pedestrians stirred no breeze as they hurried by Shimazaki. And he...

　　He didn’t like it.

　　No, it wasn’t some dramatic "Aha! Shimazaki's weakness is the rain! Lure him into the rain and he's done for!" scenario. He just really, really, really didn’t like the rain. The world felt much narrower, and it became harder to discern everything clearly. He guessed it was probably a similar feeling to how Hatori must feel without his glasses.

　　"... Excuse me."

　　A voice suddenly called out and cut through the rain. It belonged to an elderly woman, carrying something on her back.

　　"Would you mind if I took that?"

　　It seems that she was a frugal old lady who had spotted something, and mistakenly thought that Shimazaki was its owner. Shimazaki smiled kindly, "No, I don't need it. Feel free to take it if you like."

　　"Thank you, then I'll come and take it tonight."

　　The old woman murmured her thanks, then slowly shuffled away, her figure disappearing into the downpour.

　　Shimazaki quickened his pace eating the popsicle in his hand. The heat melted the sugary treat quickly, dripping down and making the wooden stick sticky and messy. After finishing the last bite, he touched the sticky stick and recognized the embossed letters on his fingertips. It read, "Congratulations! You win another one!"

　　......

　　A few minutes later, Shimazaki appeared in the backyard of a flower shop.

　　Under a wide awning, the air was filled with the pungent scent of damp soil. It was a semi-open workspace, with metal shelves lining the walls, cluttered with dusty, cobwebbed gardening equipment. Several other shelves were covered with plastic sheeting, under which warm lights illuminated rows of tiny, delicate seedlings. Beyond the awning, there was a lush, overgrown garden, where all kinds of plants were growing vigorously, and at the moment, they were trembling and drooping from the rain. It was hard to tell whether they were rejoicing or lamenting the downpour. The plants gave off a distinct fresh smell, like a tangible breath of life unfolding vibrantly.

　　There was a blurry figure moving through the garden in the rain. Clad in a heavy plastic raincoat, Minegishi was forcefully snipping a sick branch and tossing it casually onto the soil in the corner of the garden. He hurried toward the awning, cast a cold look at Shimazaki, but said nothing. Minegishi took off his raincoat under the awning, his body radiating steamy heat, his cheeks dripping with sweat and rainwater. He hung the raincoat back by the work shelf, then wiped his soaked face and hair with a towel. After a long moment, he finally spoke.

　　"... What do you want?"

　　Shimazaki as he handed over the popsicle, "Just visiting. Won it in a raffle. It's quite hot today, isn't it?"

　　"Oh." Minegishi stared at him like a snake, "Thanks."

　　Minegishi took the popsicle, ripped open the wrapper from the opposite end of the stick, and instead of taking out the whole dessert, he just pushed the tip of the half-melted treat out of the plastic package and nibbled on it, as if he was eating a burger or something. Shimazaki found it amusing—who ate a popsicle like that? Minegishi did. Minegishi was always very weird.

　　Thunder rumbled across the sky. Minegishi nibbled on the popsicle, leaning against the work desk while flipping through a tattered, dirt- and water-stained plant illustration, but before long, he raised his head to look back at the garden. Shimazaki could sense his super-powered aura to be more calm and peaceful than usual, quietly watching the rain pour down over the plants.

　　"The world feels quiet in the rain." Minegishi said.

　　"… Is that so?"

　　Shimazaki smiled. He didn't say that, everything sounded deafening to him.

#mob psycho 100 #mp100 #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #archive of our own #super 5 #ultimate 5 #shimazaki ryou #hatori nozomu #mp100 joseph #minegishi toshiki

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pigeorcas · 4 months ago

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I'm unsure if this has been asked before but this has me curious; What kind of music does Idate listen to in your point of view? More specifically, what genres, artists or bands does he jam out to the most? Me personally, I can see Idate being a HUGE Doom, Death and Black Metal guy, with his personal/all-time favorites including Katatonia (yes they became Alt Metal later down the line don't @ me), Type O Negative (Gothic Metal takes a lot of inspiration from Doom Metal so it counts teehee), Black Sabbath, Electric Wizard, Candlemass, Sleep, My Dying Bride, Suffocation, Cryptopsy, Entombed, At the Gates, In Flames, Dark Tranquility, Death, Bolt Thrower, Demilich, The Chasm, Bathory, Venom, Deathspell Omega, Blut aus Nord, Weakling, Mayhem, Darkthrone, Burzum, Emperor, Immortal, Dissection, Agalloch, Paysage d'Hiver, and Leviathan. But hey, that's just what I consider to be Idate's music taste, interested in seeing your perspective of what do you think Idate listens to on the daily!

Ohhh this is fun ask!! I personally also think he'd listen to all kinds of metal, but for some reason I feel like electronica and punk rock would be a huge part of his playlists. At the same time, i dont think he's the kind of guy to just listen to music when hes going around? I feel like music is more of an event or occasion thing for him, if that makes sense?

He'd want to control radio when hanging out in rock's house, but probably wouldn't own one himself.

I also associate him with Malice Mizer, And One, and MSI, the first because they make music with videos that could remotely explode an 80s Catholic mother; the second because i feel theyd be in his sex playlist and have a weird music style; the third because all assholes listen to MSI and Jimmy urine is a piece of shit (and so is idate) so its fitting

Essentially his music taste would be probably that of a man in his 40s who was into the punk scene in his youth.... I think.

#orca rambles

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berenwrites · 2 years ago

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Whole New Us Ch4 - Stranger Things - Steddie

Whole New Us: Trauma Bonded and Beyond

Also on AO3 | Or here CH1 | CH2 | CH3 | CH5 | CH6 | CH7 | CH8 | CH9 | CH10 | CH11 | CH12 | CH13 | CH14 | CH15 | CH16 | CH17 | CH18 | CH19 | CH20 | CH21 | CH22 | CH23 | CH24 | CH25 (Mature) | CH25 (Fade to black) COMPLETE

Summary: Steve has been ignoring his own problems, he’s been busy. They’ve all been busy, preoccupied with fixing everything that was broken. Vecna has been defeated, but the Upside Down is still there, and the gates are not completely closed even though Hawkins has almost returned to normal. It’s been a couple of months and the aftereffects of Steve’s encounter with the demobats is about to come back to bite him. However, it also brings some unexpected hope.

Pairing: steddie (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson)

Rating: Teen (with mature content in later chapters)

Chapter 4. Going In

The trailer park was cordoned off, all the still liveable residences moved to a government piece of land and those that had been damaged left where they were. There was a big chain-link fence all around it, but only two guards on the gate. It was a big area, so the party chose a point diametrically opposed to the guards, leaving Steve’s car and Hopper’s truck on the road close by, before breaking in. El made light work of the fence before putting it back as soon as they were through, so no one would have known.

Steve had brought his bat, his axe had been lost in the final confrontation with Vecna. It felt like an old friend in his hand. He still kept it in the trunk of his car, just in case anything popped up from the Upside Down.

“Here,” El said as they reached the Munson trailer.

Steve knew Eddie’s Uncle Wayne had taken everything salvageable from the parts that hadn’t been destroyed, but it still felt like an invasion somehow as they all clambered inside.

“I will open the gate,” El said, sitting on the ruined carpet in the middle of the wrecked living room.

The way she was supremely confident comforted Steve in one way and saddened him in another. She was just a girl and yet she had seen so much that opening a portal to another dimension was second nature to her. El deserved to be a child before it was too late. He felt kind of useless standing there as this waif of a girl set up a small radio to hiss, pulled on a blindfold and prepared to do something impossible.

“Be careful,” was all Hopper said as she readied for her task.

“Of course,” was her simple response.

For a while nothing happened, as they all stood around waiting. Nancy had a rifle slung across her back, Robin had a spear and Hopper had four different guns. The kids all had short range weapons in case anything came through, and Mike also had a handgun Hopper had given him with strict instructions to only use in a dire emergency.

Steve shivered as electricity ran up his spine. He could feel what El was doing, sense the tendrils of whatever power it was she wielded. Shifting his feet and clenching his fingers did nothing to dispel the otherness he could feel down to his bones. It was no longer a remote thing, something out there he had to deal with. It was something inside as well.

The awareness of Eddie began to sharpen even before a red line began to form above where El was sitting. Steve didn’t need the obvious visual to tell him the gate was opening. He watched, but the feeling was clearer. He didn’t need El whipping off her blindfold, regrowing curls bouncing, to tell him it was done. Every nerve told him.

Fear, hunger, want. It all resonated through Steve as the full force of what he had been sensing and dreaming about for months called to him. Closing his eyes, he counted to ten, demanding perfect control. He pushed it down. It made his teeth itch.

Robin stepped forward the moment El was out of the way and pierced the membrane that covered the gate. Without any hesitation, Hopper stepped forward and threw a rope through the opening. Just like the knotted sheets they had used before, the rope held, suspended between two realities.

It was time.

“I’ll go first,” Steve said, reaching out to take the rope before Hopper could.

The older man looked at him, but Steve held his ground. He flicked his gaze to where there was a long-discarded knife lying on the floor. Hopper got the message.

It was ridiculously easy to climb and flip. No effort at all. Once on the other side he flipped the mattress that was still propped against the wall into place. He barely looked up, scanning what was left of the trailer as Hopper came through behind him. It seemed so much emptier than before, not as dark.

Even with everything from Eddie squeezed to the back of his mind, it was hard to focus on more abstract thoughts.

“The vines are gone,” Nancy said after she came through, and it was suddenly obvious what was so different.

“I’ll take your word for it,” Hopper said.

“I’m going to check outside,” Steve said, without waiting.

He needed some space before his instincts got the better of him.

They hadn’t seen much of the Upside Down after Vecna was defeated. The final battle had taken place half in the real world, half in the other dimension and the rifts had begun closing almost immediately. It was still the weirdest place Steve had ever seen, but it was brighter, less oppressive than he remembered it. And some parts of Hawkins from 1983 seemed to be being erased. Looking around the trailer park, the edges appeared to be changing into something else.

There was still some ash in the air, but much less than he remembered. The whole place felt more natural.

On high alert, he waited as everyone filed out of the trailer behind him.

Steve gripped his bat in both hands, putting himself right at the front of the group, even though Hopper was also right there.

“Steve,” Robin said, and he turned. “Holy fuck what happened to your eyes?”

“Oh my god, they’re red,” Nancy added for good measure.

He blinked. It only occurred to him then why everything might be looking a lot brighter than it usually did in the Upside Down. During his enforced solitude he had figured out he could bring out his physical changes individually, but he had had no idea he’d apparently done it automatically.

“Um,” was the best he could do.

“Hangover from the bat attack,” El said, fully in no-nonsense supergirl mode.

“Only found out this week, sorry,” he said, hoping against hope that none of his other peculiarities showed themselves before he had time to talk to at least Robin about everything. “I need to explain, but Eddie comes first.”

“We don’t have time for this now,” Hopper said in a tone that begged no argument. “We need to find Eddie Munson and get the hell out of here before any of the local fauna decide we might be tasty. Which way?”

Steve was not about to play games when it could mean danger to the others. He lifted his arm and pointed.

“You lead,” Hopper said. “El, stay behind Steve. I’ll take the rear.”

That was perfectly okay with Steve. He sent Robin one more apologetic glance before setting off and letting his instincts lead. He could hear Nancy and Robin talking quietly as they walked, but he refused to dwell on what they might be talking about. Blocking them out he focused on where he was going and any dangers that might be lurking in the facsimile of Hawkins around him. It was worryingly quiet. Even though he knew Vecna was gone, he could not help searching for monsters.

They’d been walking for what he estimated to be maybe two miles when he put his hand up, coming to a halt.

They were surrounded by trees, but there was a solid concrete building, some kind of utility by Steve’s estimation a few yards in front of them. His instincts said Eddie was close and he was also pretty sure he’d seen the structure in his dreams.

“Close,” El said, walking up to stand next to him.

He nodded.

“He is afraid,” El added.

“Very,” Steve agreed.

There was very little humanity in what he was sensing. He could feel the spark of it, but it was buried completely by a need to survive. He’d experienced an echo of it when he had refused to obey his need for red meat, but it was that multiplied many, many times. The real Eddie was being suffocated by pure instinct.

“He in there?” Hopper asked.

“In there or nearby,” Steve replied, not taking his eyes off the building.

“How do you know?” Nancy asked.

“I saw it in a dream,” Steve said, because there was no time for details.

“I will open the door,” El said, holding out her hand, “be ready.”

No one chose to argue with her.

The large metal doors on the front of the structure squealed as they began to move. They were old and rusty, beginning to decay away like many of the other things they had seen on their walk. The Upside Down was reclaiming the things that had been superimposed on top of it. It was almost poetic in a way, but Steve had little time to dwell on it. Before the door was completely open, a figure shot through it, hunched down and running for the trees.

“No,” El said, throwing out her other hand.

An animalistic snarl answered her instruction as her target slammed to a halt. It sounded like a trapped big cat crossed with a bear as El dragged the writhing figure back the way he had come.

It was Eddie. Steve knew it with every fibre of his being, but only as El lifted him from the ground could Steve finally confirm what he sensed with his eyes. Eddie was filthy, clothes ripped to pieces, hair a wild mess, but what had most of Steve’s attention were the physical changes. Scales, fangs, claws, even the red eyes Steve had stared at too often in the mirror, they were all there.

The way he was fighting, Eddie appeared more animal than human. It should have scared Steve much more than it did. He felt drawn. Eddie was a ferocious thing, but Steve had to fight to keep himself in place. At his heart, Steve sensed kindred.

“Oh my god,” he heard Nancy whisper.

Eddie didn’t stop struggling or snarling, even as El pinned him against the wall of the building. His fear and panic thrummed through Steve like a siren. It was full on survival mode and Eddie was not snapping out of it.

“Fuck it,” Steve muttered under his breath, handing his bat to Robin, and stepping past El. “Eddie,” he said in as calm a tone as he could manage.

Red eyes flicked to his own, opening in shock as something got through the terror. Knowing, with no idea how he knew, that Eddie needed more, he let the monster inside out to play, only this time he pushed too. He felt the physical changes, even as vulnerable skin morphed into scales in various places, just like Eddie. He’d never done that at home, wasn’t even sure he could. It felt easier here, more as if that’s how he was meant to be in the Upside Down. He point-blank refused to analyse that too hard.

“We’re here to take you home,” he said, and his voice held a peculiar growl to it. “I felt you.”

Eddie stilled for the first time, face still twisted in confusion and fear, but clearly listening. Steve walked forward until they were in touching distance.

“El, please let him go,” he said even as he reached out, gently placing a hand on Eddie’s chest.

The sense he had of Eddie that had been lurking at the edges of his mind under all the confusion and fear lanced forward, slamming into his consciousness, making him gasp. Eddie’s presence was unmistakable.

“Steve?” Eddie asked in such a confused and frightened tone that Steve just wanted to hug him.

“Yeah,” he replied. “Thought you were dead, man.”

“Thought so too,” Eddie said.

“Ready to go home?” Steve asked.

Eddie nodded, and then Steve had exactly what his instincts had been demanding, because he ended up with armfuls of crying, shaking man. Unfortunately, it also seemed to crack Eddie’s survival mode, which was apparently the only thing keeping him going, because Eddie suddenly looked normal and collapsed into the embrace. “Woah,” Steve said, but didn’t hesitate to hoist Eddie into his arms, bridal style. “I’ve got you,” he did his best to reassure his friend.

End of Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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