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miss-3625 · 2 years ago

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Okay firstly: I forget to post this, which is why I'm only posting it now ^^'

Secondly, these are my thoughts during my own playthrough of Assassin's Creed 2, because I can't talk to anyone in real live about it. You don't have to understand them and don't have to like this post, I just wanted to get them out of my head and maybe someone can relate.

Thirdly, a little warning: this post is longer than the one I posted about AC1 ..

SPOILERS (obviously)

(02.01.2023)

• I like the beginning screen

• YOU CAN CHANGE THE LANGUAGE AND ADD SUBTITLES!!! Big + point

• Ohhh I like the trailer

• LUCY IS BREAKING ME OUT!!!

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• Well that's one way to introduce us to the new character...

• I like that they use English and Italian words

• Little baby is a fighter

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• The Eagle Vision can be activated while running!

• (Also the Eagle Vision is different - you no longer see the world from their eyes, which is sad, but I guess this new vision is more practical, because you can see around you quicker)

• YEES FIGHT GIRL!

• You know what, Desmond is asking the right questions. What is the plural of Animus?

• Arrividerci Abstergo

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• Yes I trust you stranger, who helped me escape, but at first helped the organization that kidnapped me :)

• Where are we (in which country)?

• I like Rebecca - she is a sweethart :)

• I like Shaun - he is a sassy ass :)

• (Also I'M RISKING MY SANITY OK SHAUN! >:( )

• I like Shaun's notice board :)

• "Hello Desmond :) Go away >:)" ... well alright

• (He reminds me of Malik :D)

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• New loading screen

• Ok, the new world-generating-thing? LOOKS AMAZING!

• HELLO Ezio :D

• And he got the same scar, nice!

• You can see how much damage the enemies have! Awesome!

• I have a big brother! I like him already :)

• I have a life scale now, instead of a synchronizing scale

• YOU CAN LOOT!!! MONEEEYYY!!!

• 609 FLORINS!

• I like the little "beginning" screen before a mission

• An arrow above the head of people makes it easier to follow (and identify) then

• Weird mask (from the doctors) but I kinda like it

• O.o THERE IS INFORMATION?!

• SOOO MUCH INFORMATION :D

• (that is a really nice detail - in AC1 Desmond (and we) were not giving much information. We were just puched in a mission, in a life nearly a thousand years ago, without much useful information. Now though, we can read about the people and places at any time! Really nice!)

• Ezio disappeared at 17 after a dramatic incident? Well, I have a feeling we're gonna find out what it was..

• ALSO THERE IS A STATISTIC! It shows your synchronization, gaming time and more! :D

• Aww I love these two!

• "Baby brother has much to learn!" "There is no shame in losing, brother!"

• I LOVE the music!

• Aww he helped me up!

• Omg what a beautiful beginning! <3

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• THE ROUND ABOUT AT THE VIEW POINT LOOKS SO GOOD! (Also love the music during it) Firenze looks so good!

• Also visit Cristina? No, I rather look around! View points to find an all that

• 66 VIEW POINTS?! O.o

• There are DOCTORS, BLACKSMITHS, TAILORS AND ART MERCHANTS?! So much new stuff!!

• A yellow arrow indicates that someone is watching you! If its full, it goes red and you should better get going!

• Also there is a green marker, so you know where you're supposed to go

• (And, other then in AC1, the little map also shows the rooftops and the ground levels and even enemies (red dots) - in AC1, there were just little symbols that showed you, which way the next activity was)

• Firenze is not flat, like the cities in AC1 were, but it is still a great feeling, to run across the rooftops

• There are chests! You can LOOT the CHESTS! 100 florins from a chest!!!

• ... Imagine you're 17 years old and just climb the Santa Maria del Fiore for fun (114 m hight)?!

• AND THEN JUMP DOWN INTO A WAGON FILLED WITH LEAVES?!

• (AND SURVIVE, LIKE THAT JUMP WAS NOTHING SPECIAL?!!!)

• THOSE WOODEN THINGS HANGING FROM THE CRANES SHAKE NOW! (slightly, but still)

• "I'm gonna have a few words with him" - punches him half to death

• Ah, the feathers of Petruccio are probably like the flags in AC1

• I LOVE the mother! XD

• I also love Leonardo! He seems like a real sweetheart! (Also he voiced the Rafiq of Damascus in AC1!) He is probably gonna help me later :) (at least, I hope so)

• Ohhhh secret messages, cryptic warning - I think there is more to dear Giovanni

• THEY DID WHAT TO DEAR MARIA?! >:O

• I SWEAR IF THEY DID SOMETHING TO MY BROTHERS!!

• GIAVANNI IS AN ASSASSIN! Is Federico one too?

• Ezio has a cape :)

• (A cape for just one shoulder ... don't know if I like it)

• The guards are supposed to just kill a 17-year-old for no real reason....

• Feathers and chests grow white in the Eagle Vision, making it easy to see them

• A dark shadow walking mysteriously behind Alberti ... I think I know who was the reason for the imprisonment

• NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO :'O

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• ARCHERS!!!

• I like Paola :)

• So the courtesans are like the scholars in AC1, but instead of you walking with them, you can get them at any time and they walk with you

• IS LEONARDO ALSO PART OF THE BROTHERHOOD?!

• SUBJEKT 16?!

• I love the thugs on the rooftops :D "Moving like the WIND" thank you, thank you ;)

• I love how Ezio knocks, but doesn't wait for an answer and opens the door immediately

• HUG!

• But can we all just take in for a moment, that Ezio was immediately on board with having his finger cut of... for a cause he doesn't even know of...

• And the fact that Leonardo immediately helped and protected Ezio, even though he knew him maybe a day or two

• I love Leonardo

• BYE BYE ALBERTI (love Ezios little speech)

• I tear down pieces of paper with my face off the walls and suddenly the guards don't know what I look like anymore?

• I'd like to point out again, that Ezio is 17!!

• SHE DIDN'T KNOW THEY DIED!!!

• THE MUSIC IS NOT HELPING

• There are no beggars but THERE ARE MUSICIANS!!!

• I'M TRYING TO QUIETLY LEAVE THE CITY, NOT PUNCH YOU ALL IN THE FACE

• The fact that 4 dancing women can make 8 hard trained guards leave their posts ...

• It's-a-me, Mario! ....

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(03.01.23)

• I'm learning to fight.... I'm still not good

• Awww poor madre, here 5 feathers :)

• I'll help Mario!

• But first: view points!

• I miss the throwing knifes...

• Also I'm not suspicious when I'm running anymore :)

• THROWING KNIVES! XD

• BYE BYE VIERI

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• Altaïr :)

• Of course the Codex pages would just lay around randomly in the open like that

• "He is a monster" "What happened..." "He's making me WORK" - relatable

• I CAN MAKE MOOONEYYY

• I get money from my amour, equipment, the feathers and Codex pages? Awesome!

• They are bulling the architect and I'm here for it

• Secret way in the wall!

• ALTAÏR :D

• Oh I definitely will have bette luck. I'll get the amour even if it's the last thing I do

• There is so much to DO in AC2

• I can't go in there .... (the big door, next to the stairs outside of the villa)

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• LEONARDO I'M BACK

• "Anything for you, my friend" <3

• NEW ASSINATION TECHNIQUE!! (and 2 more lives) THEY ARE ASWESOMEEE!!!

• Why are these dummies bleeding, Leonardo?...

• 2 HIDDEN BLADES?!

• (Wait, this idea came from the Codex - the one Altaïr did... Altaïr was already deadly enough with one blade, imagine him with 2)

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• You can get treasure maps at the art merchants

• Yes, I'll teach your husband a lesson my lady

• I wouldn't have wanted him as my husband too, my poor lady

• The times of the day changes (day and night)

• MY MONEY!

• hello La Volpe :)

• RUNNING WITH TIME AAHHH

• Barely did it ...

• Ohhh I like this (running around this tomb)

• I HAD HIM BUT THE DOOR CLOSED!! >:(

• Francesco you are gonna follow your son

• Is that supposed to be Altaïr on the sacrofaq

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(04.01.23)

• the Santa Maria del Fiore is preeetttyy big (and empty) from the inside

• I can't make that jump, that's too far away ... but where else am I supposed to go?

• Apparently Ezio COULD make that jump

• Those chandeliers, beams and poles are pretty handy, eh?

• the secret treasure is probably not worth it, but at this point I'm so desperate, that I want to now what is in there

• 25 minutes later for 250 florins in that stupid chest ...

• But hey, I at least did it :')

• THAT JUMP was even more unrealistic?!

• MY GOD?!!! I would NEVER do that in real life...

• MA'AM I'M TRYING TO SAY THIS RESPECTFUL - it is fu*king hard to get to your sarcophagus (which I guess was intentional)

• SOMEONE has anger issues ...

• Quick death for someone with a big mouth

• Also wise words Ezio :3

• Nice one Ezio!

• Another Codex page - LEONARDO!

• It's kinda poetic with which ease Ezio hands over the hidden blade to Leaonardo - it shows a lot of trust

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(07.01.23)

• Let's go to Tuscany

• Smoke bombs? (THEY ARE AWESOME! I wish there were more)

• Well that was a fast and easy kill - Bye bye Stefano, Requiescat in pace

• The horse follows you again - it's such a sweet little detail :)

• Requiescat in pace Archbishop Salviati

• I like the riding through the open world (but be aware, if you(r horse) knocks a person away, the guards are gonna chase you)

• Seriously, why do the guards put Ezio's wanted poster at like the highest point possible where no normal human will ever see them?!

• Well Bernardo's assassination was also quite easy (not that I'm complaining; I'm surprised that it's going so well)

• ARCHERS!

• wow Ezio has come a long way since the beginning ... Requiescat in pace

• "The Assassin is relentless. We cannot hope to stop him on our own." YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THAT, BEFORE YOU KILL MY FAMILY

• AS IF ONE MUSICIAN WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN ENOUGH BUT 3?! Guys, I need to be SILENT! YOU are LOUD AND ANNOYING

• Aww Ezio really has come a long way. Requiescat in pace Del Salvucci

• Sequence 5 finished

• A GIFT?!

• AWESOME! I can steal from as many people as I want now, without increasing the notoriety in Florence and Tuscany :D

• I like the cape

• LEONARDO MY BELOVED :)

• gone?!

• Venezia? All the more reason to go there ;)

• But first to Monteriggioni

• After a few updates, it is already looking better

• Knife belt upgrade :D

• And now to Tuscany again, because I wanted to get the Assassins Seal there

• Let's infiltrate the Torre Grossa

• I liked this one :)

• So now: to VENEZIA (and Leonardo)

• Or I guess, to the mountains first?

• Leonardo! :D Ahh he's so cute. WILL I FLY?!

• Ahh a chase scene!!

• I did it :) (it was a hell of a bumpy ride and I only hav 2 and a half blue squares left, but I did it)

• (I hope there are never carriage chases again...)

• Forlì is looking sad

• 3 Codex pages!

• And 5 feathers (so far)

• And the 33rd viewpoint :)

• AND another Assassin Seal - nice!

• The seal from Rocca di Ravaldino

• I also enjoyed this one :)

• 4 from 6 now already :)

• Guards change their shifts at morning and night time

• Man Leonardo has a loud voice ... (I could hear him kilometers away)

• Apparently I need to help the madonna to get the pass

• THE WAY YOU DRIVE THE OAR XD

• she became engaged when she was 10?!!

• please stop flirting...

• End of sequence 6

• Desmooonnnd :D

• Desmond has a say in all that is happening? Well, I'm not so sure about that ...

• Aww Shaun the little history nerd ^^

• Open your eyes lets begin! ... (don't ask)

• Hallucinations!

• ALTAÏR!!! :D

• O.o

• With Maria?! The woman that wanted him death?!

• I'm happy for him :) (It's nice that we see him again)

• Venezia is BIG

• I love that the colours of the guards uniform change (blue in venice, green in forlì, red/yellow in florence)

• YES LET ME BUY IT FOR HIM

• I nearly missed the hug!

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(08.01.23)

• Oh so you're better of on our own, but as soon as I fall behind and fight for you, you tell me to hurry up?! (Rosa)

• "They're shooting at us!" ... no they're not. I helped them, so now they're taking a deep nap ...

• "You work well under pressure" please if you just listened to me during the chase scene, then you would know that's not true

• Coffee

• New climbing technique!

• (Now I can finally climb the viewing point!)

• So.many.archers.!!!

• So the courtesans also fight (if you hired them and are under attack). They have a knife and everything ^^

• It is so cool that the thieves can follow you along the rooftops :D

• Also the voice actor from Federico also voices Ugo. I don't know what to do with the fact

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(23.01.23)

• Always with the guards

• That didn't work like I planned it, but I guess that works too

• Bye bye

• I love the music

• End of sequence 7

• Let's get the next Seal! (at the Basilica San Marco)

• Ahhh cool

• AHHH WITH TIME

• THAT TICKING IS MAKING ME NERVOUS

• WHERE DO I NEED TO GO?!

• (and what's wrong with these camera angles ....)

• I DID THEM ALL ON THE FIRST TRY OMG

• Ma'am I REALLY liked this one :) (if you take away the anxiety I felt because of the ticking)

• Ok but seriously, why is there always an woman singing during water sences in games - yes, she sings beautiful, but why?

• they argue like little children XD

• not them standing on the wide bridge, with Ezio in plain sight, and they still don't see him ...

• Yes, don't underestimate the young Assassin >:)

• And he looks straight at Ezio!!

• (New fanfiction idea: Borgia is a secret Assassin, that wanted to protect Giovanni but failed and now wants to help Ezio...)

• (Just kidding ...)

• LEONARDO :D

• I'm going to fly!

• Well I didn't crash into any houses

• Leonardo is so cute

• Let's hope I get there save and sound

• I CAN KICK THEM OF THE ROOF?! Yeees >:)

• (And I got an achievement for it XD)

• Sequence 8 finished

• Carnevale :D

• A PISTOL?! o.O

• A mask :)

• Wouldn't you like be my date for Carnevale, Leonardo?

• The last tomb! :D

• I GOT THE RUNNER?!!! >:D

• Oh my God ... this (the big/last place in the hidden tomb) is soo big (and beautiful - nice reflections in the water)

• And of course with time again...

• I DID IT ON THE FIRST TRY?! !!! o.O

• I HAVE ALL THE SEALS :D

• Let's go to Monteriggioni!

• THE ARMOUR IS BLACK!!! AND SOOO PRETTY!!! :D (and full life bar)

• But let's get back to Venize

• Let the Carnevale begin!

• The games were very fun, but I wish that Ezio could have enjoyed the games without the constant thought in the back of his head, that he needed to win the games (otherwise he wouldn't have a chance of comming near the Doge) :/

• and of course they had to cheat

• Aannd sequence 9 finished :)

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(28.01.23)

• Neeew land to exploreeee :)

• Uh my man, you don't look so good ...

• I'll liberate Bartolomeo for you :)

• O.o

• He seems nice?

• "Bella mia"?!

• STOP BEGINNING FIGHTS!!

• "Must.Break.Bone." - I think that is the perfect description for Bartolomeo

• He has a wife?!

• Oh no, it's his sword...

• Even though the mercenaries have no lives (those live squares) they can DIE

• I love the smoke bombs

• Well let's assassinate Dante and Silvio

• IT'S WITH TIIIME!!!

• I did it :)

• Ahh "Military District", makes sense

• End of the sequence :)

• 10 years already? Without his father and brothers and without answers... Oh Ezio :( (already 27, wow - and he is still searching for Pitrucuos feathers ..)

• Leonardo :D

• They looks so cute walking together

• Ahhh finally he has answers (even if just a few)

• 29th Codex Page! Just one more :D

• All 66 viewpoints!! (Seriously compared to AC1 the map of AC2 is BIG - at least that's how it seems to me)

• But where is the last Codex Page? Does Borgia have it?

• The Apple! (It has the same shell as in AC1)

• Uncle Mario? Hello? Nice to see you here?

• Why is it always with TIME?! :O

• Ezio in the clothes/armor of an enemy. Weird to see

• Even if other people knock against you, it's YOUR fault .. of course...

• Oh god, there he is o_o

• DAMN HE'S STRONG

• Uncle Mario :D and the others? Hello?

• "Look how good he fights" "You have improved since the last time, nipote" NO I HAVE NOT, I'M ALMOST DEAD, HELP

• "Your brothers didn't need to die, I just did it to make a point" - oh you are so definitely going to regret saying that

• Well Ezio being the Prophet would make more sense then the Spaniard

• Hello Machiavelli

• You're telling me he spent 10 years of his life being an Assassin AND HE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW IT?! WHY THE HELL WOULD THE OTHERS LET HIM WANDER AROUND AND KILL THOSE PEOPLE AND NOT TELL HIM?!

• Oh Ezio we are Assassins. You are one too by the way. Meet us here at sunset. Bye :)

• ....

• Okay I got goosebumps during the ceremony, not gonna lie (I'm still mad at them tho)

• (It looked funny how they all jumped XD)

• THE APPLE OF EDEN!!!

• AN AN VENETIAN CAPE :D

• End of sequence 11 (how many are there?)

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So apparently you have to buy/download sequence 12/13 (which I sadly can't do, so I guess it has to be enough to watch them on YouTube)

(I really liked them ^^ also I LOVE Catarina XD And it was a nice idea to end everything in Florence. There Ezio lived in innocence for the first years of his life, then he lost his family and live there and now he is back, older and wiser, and ready to leave everything behind)

But let's continue with the last sequence :)

• Desmond :D

• Anndd bye Desmond ...

• He is POPE?! :O

• all Codex Pages!! :D

• LEONARDO IN THE VILLA

• Ezio has a beard omg *-*

• But why exactly is the Papal Staff the second Piece of Eden?

• Let's go to Roma :D

• Let's finish everything...

• I don't know what happend - I went through the place like a real Assassin. So stealthy the guards didn't know that I was comming until they had my Hidden Blade in their necks ...

• (I think it's the beard)

• So, let's kill the Pope

• AHH HE KILLED THEM ALL JUST LIKE THAT

• MULTIPLE EZIOS!!!

• okay, the fastest way to kill Borgia is to just use the throwing knives

• Did he make himself invisible? o.O

• OHH OH GOD, OH NO, OH F*CK

• EZIO! :O

• he's alright :)

• Okay, let's do it for real this time ...

• He let him live?

• Wow he is all grown up :')

• Let's see what all this was for

• WHY IS SHE LOOKING AT ME?!

• "You did your part" THEN GIVE HIM ANSWERS, YOU WEIRD GOD-LADY

• also "you anchor him"... okay?

• "The rest is up to you, Desmond" HUH?!!!

• :O

• Ezio has more questions now then before!!! Come back lady!

• "What.The.F*ck" same Demsomd, same

• Let me tell you, I got goosebumps

• THAT WAS IT?!

• Oh wait, no it wasn't

• WARREN >:(

• Bye bye, we'll see each other again ...

• Soo we're all gonna die, because the sun will cook us. That's nice to know :')

• AND THE MUSIC AGAIN!!!

END OF ASSASSINS CREED 2

Feedback:

My God, that was perfect. I absolutely loved it!

I loved the story, the people and the landscapes/cities.

While we started AC1 in an random place/time, AC2 started with Ezio's birth and ended with him (after years and years) getting his revenge for the loss of his father and brothers. We have been longer with Ezio (we basically saw him grow up) and I really like him.

While AC1 was rather simple, AC2 had a lot more of activities to do, which just blew my mind. I greatly enjoyed building up Monteriggioni, getting the Seals for Altaïr's Amour (which is amazing and I'll wear it forever) and exploring the landscapes (because of the treasure chests and feathers you can find).

Also really love the fast travel options (again) and LOVED the flying mission.

The new (and many more) weapons and Hidden Blade techniques are awesome (like I said earlier, I absolutely LOVE the smoke bombs).

Furthermore, I love the whole information we get. Like I said in the beginning, in AC1 we were pretty much without any useful information the whole time. Yes we knew which time it was and where, but other then that, nothing. Now though, we have information about everything. The doctors, the courtesans, the blacksmiths, the people and buildings and I love it!

(Also I'm happy that firstly, we got more Desmond time and secondly, we got to see Altaïr again ^^)

All in all, I absolutely loved Assassin's Creed 2 and I'm excited to play Brotherhood!

#ac2 #assassins creed 2 #assassin's creed #ezio auditore da firenze #ezio auditore #leonardo da vinci #ezioleo #my thoughts :)

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shitsandgiggles101 · 1 year ago

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Now let me introduce you to our characters! Some don't have that big of a description as the others but I guess you'll find more about them as we go on!

Coal

Tall, black hair, a lil tanned, deep brown eyes like the sky at night, buff from workout

Goal: to get into military forces after highschool (He did get into military)

Leo

Brown hair died bright redish-orange, brighg blue eyes,

Hight medium to tall, slim atletic body.

Hobby: basketball

Goal: to continue his father's legacy with the car servise shop.

(But still he is also in the military)

Macy

Species - fox?

Age - 20

Gender - female

Skin tone - light, almost translucent

Body size - thin, healthy

Height - 1.80m

Hair style - long, black, buns with neon red hair

Eyes - dark orange

Style - dark akademia

Sexuality - lesbian

Fake nails

Occupation - model

Hobby - art, especially human anatomy

Scarlet

Species - half Blood diety

Age - immortal (but for now, 23)

Gender - nonbinary

Skin tone - dark brown

Body shape - slightly muscular

Height - 1.65

Hair - short, dreads

Color - dark hair, but white end of the dreads

Style - casual

Eyes - heterochromia

Right eye - blue

Left eye - dark green

Occupation - photograph

Hobby - dog walking

(tatoo of a carved Moon)

Name: Aster Zephyr

Age: +1000 (looks 25-30)

Occupation: University teacher (Psychology), Psychologist

Appearance: tall, long dark hair, deep brown eyes, almost dark, her skin is pretty light. She's thin because she doesn't need to eat human food (or anything at all). She wears dark-toned clothes most of the time and shoes that is making her even taller. A lot of jewellery, mostly silver.

Personality: She is cold and uninterested in almost everyone, and doesn't like chit-chat. She hates when her brother keeps bothering her (deep down she loves him but sometimes she just wants to shove his head in the toilet). Even if her exterior seems unapproachable, on the inside she just wants someone to see through her cold appearance and to love and care for her. She s a sucker for red apples.

Backstory: She was a celestial being (the child of the night and the stars) that fell in love with a mortal woman. She kept seeing the human she fell in love with no matter what the other celestial beings said eventually being vanished from the immortal world (?). The mortal woman betrayed her, selling her to some crazy scientists that kept making experiments on her (to find the secret of immortality and other stuff idk). She somehow escapes and seeks forgiveness from her family asking to return to the immortal realm. Her father told her that to return to her place she has to drink the blood of her lover. Driven by revenge and the desire to go back home, she goes after the woman that betrayed her. She killed the woman and drank her blood but nothing happened because the love between them was long lost. Now she roams the earth with a deep hatred for humankind and love.

Hobbies: Drawing, sculpting, playing the violin

Trauma: plenty, commitment issues, a little bit of depression, trust issues, etc.

Slay: Very, mean lesbian

Name: Elias Zephyr

Age: +500 (looks 20)

Occupation: Student, whore (/j), sometimes works as a model

Appearance: He's a little bit smaller than his sister, with dark fluffy hair with bright blue eyes, and freckles. He s fit.

Personality: He's a really fun person to be around, and loves making jokes, and spending time with his loved ones. He s open to new experiences and loves meeting new people, he s a little bit kinky. Loves to annoy his sister with his stupid jokes

Backstory: He is Aster's younger half-brother that came to earth to take care of his older sister (more to annoy her), he's the child of the stars and the moon. (I'll add more as the story goes)

Trauma: not at all, he s pretty happy

Slay: Bi, he's a twink

Hobbies: poetry, playing the piano, getting laid

Peach (Callsign on nickname) Her real name is Sophie Elanor

Description:

Age - 23

Species - half demon (given the horns, she doesn't know who her father is, just her mother)

Ocupation - Curtently Florist ( She is a trained military operator beacuse of her uncle, she worked in the military since she was 15 but decided to put it aside about a year and a half ago, she occasionally gets called to go on missions)

Appearacne - She has course A2 brown to dark hair, but she like to dye it peach pink (Given her nickname) She has purplish pink colored eyes, an athletic anf buff body considering her previous work and training in the military, she is about 1.62 56kg with obvious hip dips that she tries the hardest to hide. She's allways carrying around, hidden, a pair of karambit knives (Just in case anything fishy happens :)) ) When she gets stressed, angry or uncomfortable, her claws come out (She tries to allways be calm)

Personality: Peach is a carefree person, but skeptical and with trust issues given her past. She likes hiking skiing skating and other sport. She can seem mean and intimidating at first, and she likes to make dark jokes and use sarcasm, but once you meet her she is a sunshine, and she will do anything to protect the ones she loves.

Michael Reagan (Mike for short/ Phantom - Which is his callsign in the military)

Age - 25

He's a basic ass human

Appereace - 1.84, about 100kg~ he is a BUFF guy Dad bod type of shit but still fit because of all the training in the military. He has short wite cut hair and dark red eyes (His hair was originally black but because of stress it turned white; While he's out of deployment he dies his hair black in hopes of hiding his white hair) He always wears a facemask which Peach INSISTS has something on it to make him seem less intimidating (He wears a balaclava out on missions)

Ocupation - still in the military (Will posiblly train Leo and Coal but we'll think about that later)

Personality: He's had to learn how te be patient because of the military but still easily annoyed. He's more of an ass and he likes to taunt people (in a friendly way not bullying). Even if he tries to be serios he has a funny bone hidden deep inside of him and he tries so hard not to show that. Ofc he has commitment issues because he could die at any moment while out on the feild.

History: He fought in the military with Peach having grown ~closer~ to her, but they stopped talking after Peach decided to put the army aside because of what happened during her time there. He still has a soft spot for her.

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teddy06writes · 4 years ago

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the quackity + karl irl stream but add y/n ✨ (and maybe sapnap if that's not too hard to write 😳😳)

quackity x karl x reader (I tried to Fit in Sapnap but it didn’t work with the way the meet up actually went)

trigger warnings: swearing

premise: you finally get to meet your long distance boyfriends in person, the stream that follows is WACK

(y/s/n) - your screen name

(y/n/n) - your nickname

“Blep” talking

‘blep’ texting

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“WE’RE POPPING OFF! WE’RE POPPIN OFF!”

You roared with laughter, doing your best to stay out of the way as Alex and Karl started swinging guitars around.

two and a half hours earlier:

You had gotten off the plane in NC, practically buzzing with nervous energy, or maybe it was the coffee you’d gotten on the plane, combined with the two energy drinks earlier in the day, but hey! it was a long flight, and it was already late.

It was nearly 10:30 by the time you got your bag, and pulled out your phone to check the new messages from Karl and Alex.

You had all planed to meet up originally at Karl’s house but then plans had changed when you and Alex figured it’d be cheaper to uber together, even if it ruined the plan of all of you meeting at once.

‘I just got my bag where are you?’ you texted Alex.

‘I only just got off the plane, I should get down to baggage claim soon tho’

You smiled, ‘I’ll see you them <3′

‘nerd’ ‘<3′

You stood against a wall, quietly scrolling through twitter as you waited, until a new message from Alex popped up.

It was a fairly blurry photo of a crowded airport, with a red circle drawn around one person.

‘that is you right?’

You chuckled, zooming in on the picture to determine that is was indeed you, ‘yup, that’s little ole me... stalker’

You looked up as you sent the text, rising on your toes to look over the crowd, trying to spot him, pulling out your camera you quietly explained what was going on and then:

“(Y/n)!” Alex emerged from the crowd, and immediately you grinned, throwing your arms around him.

“Alex!”

You pulled away long enough for Alex to ask, “Can I kiss you?”

Laughing you nodded, and his lips met yours, as your hands came to rest on the sides of his face.

When you pulled away Alex muttered, “wow.”

“That bad? Sorry.” You glanced down sheepishly.

“Not that-” he said quickly, taking a half step back, “It’s just- wow, you know. Like, we’re actually here together, and about to go meet up with Karl, and wow.”

You chuckled, “I guess that makes sense.”

He garbed your hand, “C’mon, I already called an uber.”

The whole way to Karl’s you sat nervously fiddling the cuffs of your hoodie, occasionally glancing at Alex, who smiled back reassuringly.

You sent a message to the group chat the three of you were in saying you would be there in two minutes at which he sent back a long string of emojis you could only take to mean that he was excited.

The car pulled up in front of the house and you got out, thanking the driver as Alex got your suitcases from the back.

Quietly you pulled out your camera, just as you had at the airport.

“Why are you filming everything?” Alex asked as you walked up to the house.

“We’re gonna do what George could never.” You laughed.

“Yeah but the lightings gonna be shit, it’s dark out here.”

“It’ll still be better than George!”

Alex laughed, high fiving you, “True!”

Almost as soon as you knocked, the door opened and Karl came barreling out, tackling both of you in a hug, “YOUR HERE!”

Alex barley kept him from falling over, “Yeah!”

“It’s almost like we planned it.” You couldn’t help but scoff at the camera.

Karl grinned, quickly pecking at your lips, and then Alex’s as he let go of you, “I am so excited that you guys are here!”

“Woah Karl where's the consent?!” Alex feigned shock.

“Oops?” He giggled.

You rolled your eyes with a chuckle, “Can we come in? It’s cold out here!”

“Oh, yeah, sorry, come in, come in!” Karl quickly moved back inside, waving you and Alex in, “Sorry.”

After getting your suitcases inside and being formally introduced to Shaun, Karl all but demanded for you to take pictures together, resulting in many shots that were blurry from too much laughter, but a few good ones, like the picture with the boys on either side of you, kissing your cheeks, which later went up on Instagram, and a picture of Karl, mid laugh looking back at you up on Alex’s back.

All of your previous anxiety was very much gone.

You laughed, looking at Karl’s phone as he showed the picture, “Oh my god!”

“That is amazing!” Alex agreed, leaning over you to look.

“It’s gonna be the stream announcement!” Karl declared, pulling up twitter.

You glanced at your phone, “Karl it’s almost one in the morning, no one would show up to a stream.”

Karl laughed, “You seriously underestimate the fans.”

The next thing you knew you were up upstairs, sitting off to the side of Karl’s streaming set up as Alex grabbed the guitar from the corner, “Karl you don’t even actually play, why do you have this?”

“Because I can?” He said absently, starting to set up for a stream.

The air was thick with excitement as Karl hit ‘go live’, and handed you and Alex extra sets of headphones.

Alex was still messing with the guitar, and you barley stifled laughs as he began to sing Country roads in a strange accent, and the chat filled with people.

“It’s pop off time!” Karl announced in a high pitched voice, making you laugh even more.

The face cam was turned on, and the yelling began.

After a few moments, and a couple more terrible bars of country roads, Karl grinned, “Everyone! This is, Quackity, our, uh, our guitarist for the day!”

Alex laughed, “We’re poppin off! We’re poppin off!”

“And (y/s/n)s here too!” Karl dragged your chair further in frame, “Welcome! Welcome!”

“It’s pop off central tonight boys!” You chuckled.

The alert box went insane as did the chat as Alex finally sat down next to you, and Karl stopped laughing enough to sit back up.

“Guys! Chill! You’re gonna break the alert box!”

You laughed again, “Yeah just tell your chat to stop, just knock it off, leave we’re done!”

Alex snorted, “It’s over!”

Karl pulled his chair closer to the desk, “Thanks for uh, being here, with the boys, uhh.”

He turned to Alex who was now essentially just spamming random chords, yelling, “I can’t hear you!”

You berried your face in your hands, trying to control your laughter.

Karl sighed and pulled his headphones off, “You know what? I’ll be right back, I’ll be right back.”

You immediately hopped seats as he left, “Hello chat! Hello!”

Alex leaned over, trying to grab the mic to pull it towards him, “hell-” part of the stand snapped, “Oh my god!”

“Oh my god you fucking broke it!” You yelled, pushing away from the desk.

“Oh god, hold on!”

He did his best to fix it, leaning in to talk to the chat, while Karl came back with another guitar.

“Why do you have two of them?” You laughed.

Karl grinned, “Technically it’s Shaun's!”

“OH WE”RE POPPING OFF! WE”RE POPPING OFF!”

You roared with laughter, quickly moving back out of the way as Karl jokingly swung the guitar at Alex.

Once you calmed down you caught a glimpse of the chat, “Guys I think you fucked something up!”

“Oh god!” Alex muttered.

“Wait- hold on- did-” Karl examined the mic, “Wait its unplugged!”

It took a few minutes to get things sorted out, and as Karl and Alex went back to yelling about popping off you spun around in your desk chair, “Pop off crew! Pop off crew!”

Things settled down again when you moved your chair back to between them, a sub goal was set for a height check, and you started to try and get things some what orderly.

“So yeah this isn’t just a Minecraft stream, I think we’re just hanging out, Popping off, you know, we’re gonna talk to chat-”

Karl began to laugh, and Alex tried not to chuckle as he said, “He’s laughing at you (y/n) he’s just laughing at you! What are you gonna do about it?”

“Listen man, I’m trying to get your fucking stream in order. If you just wanna fucking ignore me then fine!” You held your hands up in surrender.

“Well, I mean-”

Karl started to stand up, and you knew he was going for the fit check but Alex screeched, shoving his chair back, “Fuck off!”

“Wha?”

You laughed, “He thought you were going for the Hight check early man!”

“Dude it’s the fit check!”

Alex laughed as Karl sat back down, “Holy shit- cash app with the hundred tear ones!”

You giggled at the message, “They wanna see the height check! Who wants to see the height check? Who wants to see the height check chat?”

“No no no no! No height check early! It- it doesn’t matter, cause height is stupid, and a choice!” Alex struggled for words.

You shook your head whispering, “He just looks short next to Karl and he’s scared.”

“Shut up!”

A while later, after both Karl and Alex’s stream descended into chaos or partial chaos, you found yourself tucked between them on the couch.

Karl’s fingers were intertwined with yours, and Alex’s head lay on your shoulder.

“I’m glad to have finally met you guys.” You murmured.

“Yeah,” Alex hummed, “Actually being able to cuddle is much better than the online thing.”

Karl hummed in agreement, “I wish you guys could be here all the time.”

“Let’s get a house somewhere.” You mused.

“Somewhere convenient for you two nerds to go to school.” Karl chuckled.

Alex yawned, “Somewhere near good take out.”

You smiled sleepily, “Anywhere with you guys is fine by me.”

Distantly a clock on the wall read 4:23 am.

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagines #karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs imagines #quackity x reader #quackity imagines #karl jacobs x quackity x reader #poly #teddy06 writes

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spunky-89 · 5 years ago

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Broken Ship

A/N: Hi everyone! This is the first part of the Titans!Jason Todd fic. If everyone likes it I will add the second part and maybe turn it into a series... So let me know what you guys think!!

P.S. special shout out to @whatamidoing-com and @grandeftmarvel for being the ones to actually make me motivated enough to post this ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

Part Two

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(Y/N) was laying down on the lounge chair she had dragged to the roof a few days ago. She groaned and then added, “I don't know what to do Neeks,”

The boy standing over her rolled his eyes but indulged her. It was kind of his job as her best friend.

“What is your heart telling you?” He asked.

“That you give shitty advice,” She grumbled, hoping he was going to be more helpful.

Nico sighed and gave her a look. “(Y/N),” he said, using that tone a mom would use to tell you not to be stupid. But since she was a sasshole, she just kept being sarcastic. So she responded by copying his tone while saying his name. And then he shoved her off the chair. She groaned again but stayed there, too deep in her own head to care.

“Seriously, what is stopping you from trying?” He asked, shaking his head at the dumb girl in front of him. He very well knew that if she really didn’t care, they wouldn’t be having this conversation. She would have broken out and headed for the ocean, disappearing before they knew she was gone. But something was stopping her. And he knew that something was the love of her life. Even if she was too stubborn to see it.

When she responded, her words were dripping in scathing sarcasm. “Oh I don't know, maybe the fact that last time we were ‘friends’, he suddenly decided we weren’t, without giving enough of a damn to let me know or to give me a reason.”

He could see the underlying hurt in her eyes. He knew how badly this had fucked her up. After all, he knew all about them before she had even told Percy. He stuck to her side while Percy and Bianca went on the rescue mission. So he saw how happy she was, and how excited she was to get back to him for Christmas. And the next time he saw her, she was a completely different person. Her eyes were colder, her cheery attitude was replaced by a facade of her former self, and most of all, she pushed everyone she was close to away, keeping them at an arm's length. All except him, who refused to accept she was this way now, wanting to keep some semblance of their friendship alive. She healed some overtime, but she was never quite the girl he had first met. The one who promised to be there for him and his sister no matter what. The one who said that he was the little brother she never wanted but loved more than her own.

Looking at her now, he could see a new look. There was that slight spark in her eyes, but it was blocked by the wall she had built so strong over the last four years. And Nico knew, the only one who could ever knock them down, was the boy trying to hide in the shadows, scared to lose his girl once more.

“It's been years, you've changed a lot since then. Maybe he has too.” He tried to gently explain.

“Why are you pushing me about this? Just take me home and let me forget this place and the people in it.” She exclaimed, sitting up and glaring at him.

“Because I care.” He started. He knew he had to be careful with his approach or she would clam up and he would lose the opportunity to talk some sense into her. “You're my best friend and you pushed me when I was scared to give Will a shot. And look how good that turned out. I'm just returning the favor.” He said gently, squatting next to her.

She covered her face and let out a frustrated “Uuuuhhhhgggggg”

Nico laughed at how dramatic she was being. She always said Percy was the dramatic one but in this moment she easily matched him. But he did his best to calm himself fast, knowing the consequences of laughing for too long (last time he ended up in the lake, it sucked).

“Look, take the evening to decide. I'll be here at noon to get you tomorrow.” He said finally.

“That seems unnecessary. Give me five minutes to grab my shit.” She said, her words begging him to take her away, but her eyes conflicted with a need to stay.

Nico sighed and added, “I'm serious. He seems like he really cares.”

“Just because he's listening in doesn't mean he cares. It actually is kinda stalkerish.” (Y/N) pointed out.

Nico rolled his eyes and got up. “Well, you do you. But in my opinion, it’s stupid to sink a repairable ship.”

She gave him a glare and flipped him off as he walked into a shadow on the wall. Once Nico vanished, she got up from the floor and turned towards the door to see Jason step out of the shadows he thought he was hidden in.

“What the fuck was that?”

She ignored him and pushed him aside to head back through the door.

“Hey! Don’t ignore me!” he said grabbing her arm in an attempt to stop her.

She yanked her arm free and growled, “Fuck off”

He chased her down the stairs back into the main floor.

“I’m not just gonna let you leave!” He yelled as he grabbed her arm “I care about you too much to just let you walk away without trying to fix us”.

She growled and went to punch him, but he blocked her. She started talking as she attempted to land a hit on him.

“You don’t get to stand there and tell me you care! I know you saw me when I came looking for you and you know I saw you. I tried everything to get you to talk to me.” She landed a hit to his side and shoved him into the wall behind him. “So don’t you fucking dare tell me that you fucking care because if you did we wouldn't be having this conversation!”

He righted himself and went on the defense, not wanting to hurt the girl in front of him. He was damn glad the team was out or this would have made this confrontation worse. He steeled himself and started to argue with (Y/N). “Of course I care! Don’t ever fucking tell me I don’t. I stayed away to pro-”

“Don’t you dare feed me that bullshit!” She yelled as she threw another punch to his face, “You know I can take care of myself. So you need a better goddamn excuse if you want me to believe your FUCKING LIES!!!!!”

He caught both her hands and pushed her back to try and put distance between them, even though every cell in his body was screaming at him to hold her close.

“I LOVE YOU DAMNIT! I KNOW YOU CAN HANDLE YOURSELF. I KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU.” He screamed.

“YOU KNOW NOTHING! ITS BEEN 4 YEARS TODD, 4 FUCKING YEARS!” She screeched. She went at him again, her attacks were weak and half-hearted, but she needed to let out the tsunami of emotions somehow, she just chose her fists. Tears were welling in her eyes but neither knew if it was from the rage or the pain and sadness.

“I STILL KNOW YOU!” He grabbed her and shoved her against the wall, locking her in place. He knew he shouldn’t yell and scream at her, it would only make things worse. But he was never good at expressing emotion. So he continued to scream back, unwittingly telling her the thing he swore to never tell her.

“I KNOW YOU'RE STILL TERRIFIED OF HIGHTS. I KNOW YOU MOVED IN WITH YOUR MOM AND BROTHER. I KNOW YOU LEAVE TO HIT THE STREETS ALL THE TIME BECAUSE YOU STILL AREN'T ADJUSTED TO HAVING FOUR WALLS AROUND YOU. I KNOW THAT KID ON THE ROOF IS YOUR BEST FRIEND. I KNOW YOU DON'T LET PEOPLE GET CLOSE TO YOU ANYMORE! BECAUSE I NEVER STOPPED CARING, NEVER STOPPED WATCHING YOUR BACK! NO MATTER HOW FAR YOU WERE FROM ME! BECAUSE I NEVER STOPPED LOVING YOU!!”

A moment of silence rang through the hall. Both Jason and (Y/N) were breathing heavily, faces barely an inch apart. The tears were now streaming down her face, and his eyes had a glossy sheen that showed he wasn’t far from crying himself.

“Why?” She breathed, barely willing to break the silence with anything louder. Not moving her face an inch. Her eyes locked on his.

“I don’t know,” he breathed, loosening his grip on her so that he was barely holding onto her as he let his forehead rest against hers.

“Tell me why Jason?” She whispered, her voice cracking from the emotions. “Why did you leave me?”

Her eyes were now pouring out tears, though she didn't make a sound as she looked down and away from the boy who shattered her heart.

He moved his hands from her arms as he cupped her cheeks, wiping the tears away and pulling her face to look back at his, the pain behind her eyes breaking him.

“I think I was scared of losing you.”

“What does that even mean?” she whimpered,

“I cared about you too much, and I felt like I was holding you back from your family.” His cheeks becoming wet as the emotions he had long buried came rushing back. “In my head either you would leave me for them, or you would stay and grow to resent me for keeping you away from them.”

“Oh Jason,” She whispered, lips quivering as her tears never stopped flowing. He looked so broken and she had no idea what to say. It crushed her to find out that he left for her sake. She wasn’t good with words, neither was he. It was something they had bonded over, being able to convey emotions with actions and body language, no words needed. So she decided to go back to that.

She put her hands around his neck, one hand went into his hair, and the other pulled his neck closer to her as she kissed him. The tears were still streaming down their faces, but no words needed to be said. Everything was laid bare in that kiss. The love, the loss, the regrets, the apologies. Jason’s hands shifted as one landed on her waist to pull her closer and the other slid to the back of her head. As he did so she let out a small gasp which he used to slowly slip his tongue in her mouth. They had kissed once before when they were younger. It was the night before she left, neither knowing it was going to be the last they saw of one another for years. That first kiss felt right, but this kiss, it felt like they had found their home, that all was finally right in their worlds.

It could have been seconds or hours they stood there, but neither wanted to leave the other’s embrace. They had to breathe eventually, but when they pulled back it wasn’t far. Her eyes stayed closed as their foreheads rested against each other.

“Stay,” Jason breathed. The warm breath spread over her and she wanted to crumble in his arms.

With her eyes still closed she sighed and stayed quiet for a moment. “I can’t,” She whispered, fresh tears flowing. His grip on her tightened slightly as she spoke those words.

“Why not?” He asked, his voice showing his hurt, “After-after everything we’ve been through, the memories we’ve tried and failed to forget, this moment...Why?”

A small sob left her lips as she pulled and turned away from him. But he didn’t let her get far. She had made it no more than two steps when he grabbed her arm again, and this time his grip was iron-like. She could have broken free, but she didn’t have the strength or the will to fight him. She did, however, continue to avoid his gaze as she cried, never answering his question.

“Tell me why?” he asked again, his voice had a bit more strength and bite behind it. He placed his hand on her cheek and turned her face towards him, where he could see the pain and anguish behind her eyes.

“Because I can’t, I-I have responsibilities and a new family...I-I can’t just leave them.” She said, her voice soft and her eyes looked down while she spoke, only looking up for a second when she had finished. Jason knew why she wouldn’t look at him, she knew he’d know she was lying. But he still noticed anyway.

“Look me in the eye and say you don’t want this-us and I’ll let you walk away and I won’t bother you again. But if not, I will fight every day to get you back.” He spoke, his words rang with pain and confidence. Her lips wobbled as she looked into his eyes. “Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll let you leave right now.” His voice came out shaky as he took in the depth of her eyes, the emotions swirling as her face showed her inner conflict. She opened and closed her mouth at least half a dozen times before she whimpered and looked down again.

“I can’t,”

“Then stay, please. I need you.” Jason begged.

She shook her head but made no move to leave his arms again. There were a few tense moments of stillness and silence before she moved. She lunged at him and buried her head in his shirt, her head resting right where his heart was.

“I can’t get my heart shattered again Jason, I can’t. I barely made it through last time. I’m not strong enough to withstand it again.” She spoke through her tears.

“I won’t hurt you, I promise,” He spoke softly as he pulled her closer and gripped her in a bear hug. “I fucked up majorly but please, just-just give me another chance.”

She pulled her head from his chest and opened her mouth to argue but he didn’t let her. He placed one hand on her cheek and said, “I’ll do better, I won’t pull any more shit like that because having you here the last few days reminded me of how much it hurts every day to not see your face, even when it’s filled with rage and contempt.”

He could see the emotions flashing across her face as she tried to make heads or tails of her thoughts. She looked him in the eye, trying to read him. It didn’t matter that they hadn’t seen each other in four years, she could still read him like an open book. She looked into his eyes and saw the same look she saw every day in the mirror, the pain of losing your best friend and the sincere hardness of a promise. Her heart was ready to beat out of her chest and she knew right then, she would never leave him or let him leave her ever again. She reached up and pulled his lips back to hers. No hesitancy as she did so. Their lips stayed locked as he slowly backed her into the wall again but this time it wasn’t aggressive, no, this was driven by something else entirely.

There was desperation in the kiss this time. They both were grabbing at each other, trying to be close as possible. Jason grabbed her and lifted her into his arms. She was so shocked that he had the strength to do that. But then she remembered they weren’t kids anymore. They were both older and (slightly) more mature.

She barely realized she had wrapped her legs around him. The movement was so unconscious, but like with everything with Jason, her body and his worked in tandem. Her unknowing may have also been due to the fact that she was far too distracted by his tongue wrapping around hers as he explored her mouth. They broke for air and she stared at him, the muscles in his arms bulging as he held her against the wall. She now felt his one hand clutching her thigh and she took a shuttered breath as she felt him pressed completely into her, not a single gap between their bodies. She wasn’t sure what to do but when she looked into Jason’s eyes, she knew. He had his stupidly sexy smirk plastered on his face as she was taking him in, his eyes a few shades darker than usual. She wasn’t alone in this examination as he was taking her in and undressing her with his eyes. It was a look she usually hated, but coming from him, her breath hitched just a bit.

Right then and there, gazing into his eyes, she fell in love with him all over again. She saw her world in those eyes, her future. She wasn’t the romantic type, but at this moment, she would happily go through all the trauma and nightmares she’d dealt with again just to stay in that moment forever.

#jason todd x reader #Jason Todd #titans!jason todd #Titans #curran walters #percy jackson crossover #robin x reader #jason todd x you #IMAGES NOT MINE #picture not mine

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stregacorvina · 4 years ago

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She-ra!! (part 1)

Good morning! As you may have noticed, I decided to add a new entry on my journal routine: every Tuesday I will show you a single set, not a collection.

And from the title, you can easily tell what is the topic of this new entry, She-ra! This weekend I bing watched the 5# season on Netflix and I was so ispired to do a Bjd version! I will miss this show soooo much now that is gone, I really want more episodes...

I have to say that it has been a very long time since I fell so in love with a tv show, even if I wasn’t a big fan of the 80s version (I have seen it when I was a child but I don’t remember much) I think it is so full of positive messages and representation, we needed a show like this from a long time, especially if we consider it is a show for young people.

I will not write a full review here as there is plenty around the web, but I really suggest you to check out the show!

The animation is just average-good, modern anime get us used to excellent quality levels, but every character is so well characterized (well, the main ones, the background cast are just...background unfortunately) and as I said it is full of positive messages and LGBT representations that are still lacking in most tv shows, most of all the ones for young peoples... in conclusion, it is not the BEST show ever but a very interesting example in the wide world of the tv shows! How I wish a show like this when I was a teenager!

Going back to the costume, I will not spoiler you the new costume of this latest season (even if you probably have seen it in the Netflix thumbnail as I did) and also because I do not like it very much, I decided to make the first one, very different from the 80s one but very fitting for this new teen reboot!

I was already studing this costume when the first season aired because I was thinking of cosplaying She-ra in some conventions (as right now I have almost the same bodytype), I am still thinking about it... never say never...

Let’s start talking about the...

- Materials

I chosed white spandex for the main part of the costume: the top and the shorts, golden spandex for the details (with some foam structure inside to keep the shape) and red cady fabric for the cape - I have already used this fabric for a Thor cape some times ago and even if it is a bit pricey compared to my usual materials but it is really worth the price! It has the perfect flow and the look...speaks for itself! -

For the chest and the tiara’s gems I will use some glass gems I bought from Aliexpress some time ago, painted with different nailpolish; for the shoes, the armbands and the tiara I will use foam and fabrics...I am still thinking about making the sword or not...we’ll see....

- Step 1: patterns

I decided to use the patterns I did for the pajamas set with a few alterations.

For the top I used the t-shirt base without the sleeves (I am still thinking about making a binder - a sport bra to compress the chest, often used for female cosplayers to do male characters - because these dolls have sooo much breast compared to the original character...)

For the shorts I used the pattern for the pajama pants, already altered to make some leggins a while ago (I will show you their set in a few weeks)

When the She-ra set will be done you will find the PDF pattern pieces, including accessories, in my Etsy shop. Done with the bases, last’s start with the...

- Step 2: shorts

I decided to start from the shorts because I tought they will be the quickest piece, so after cutting the white spandex base I started to handmade sew the golden stripes on the sides...you will see A LOT of handsewing in this project!

Before joining the two parts I decided to give the stripes a good press and I fitted them on my model doll to check the lenghts.

After I decided the hem lenghts I sewn waist and legs with a very tiny zig zag stitch on my machine and i noticed that the spandex elasticity was enough to not use an elastic band on the waist.

(After seeing them with the top on I then decided to shorten them for the second time because I didn’t like the final lenght) With the shorts done, it was time for the...

- Step 3: top

I made the base in white spandex but before joining the pieces I decided to do the crest on the front.

As you can see in the pictures, at the beginning I was going for a single piece, a top with a flared bottom, but in the end I decided to redo this part because I didn’t like the “skirt”.

I decided also to add two little darts on the bust because these dolls have really too much breast! As everythig is soo small in this project it was almost all handsewn, so I decided to discard my initial idea to make the crest with foam covered in golden spandex and I went for a golden spandex cut-out, handsewn obviously.

After finishing the crest I decided to wait until the end of the top to add the glass bead because I will probably work with this piece a lot! So i decided to go on with the flared part and to do the final version of it. Firsty of all I cut away the wrong part,

then I redraw it as a half circle “skirt” in three parts, one for the back and two for the front, with the center front slightly shorter than the back. I was thinking about leaving the raw edge but in the end I made a little zig zag stitch just like the shorts.

And then, for ending with the white spandex, I made a tiny hight neck collar, mostly handmade as well. I was thinking about the usual stripe of velchro fastener in the back but I noticed that a small slit on the back was enough to fit the doll’s head, so I didn’t add it but only a small snap button on the neck (most of the back will be hidden with the cape anyway...)

To finish the top I started to make the epaulettes, with 2 mm foam as a base. I drafted the basic shape in paper pattern, then I made it two times in foam and then on a double layer of golden spandex.

I sewn the little gap with tiny handmade stiches and the I attached them on the sleeve cap with some others handsewn stitches.

This is the (almost) finished top! Isn’t it lovely? My fangirl soul is so eager to finish this costume!

This is a little preview with the flared part attached...I’m alredy in love!!

- Step 4: cape and belt

Before starting with the accessories, that I will probabily show you in Part 2, I made the cape and the belt to finish the base of the costume.

For the cape I made an half-circle to add more volume at the hem and I also made the top wider than the shoulders so I can gather it a bit more.

(BONUS PIC - Salem wants to try the cape on)

I really love the look of it! I put the cape aside for now because I still need white thread on my machine so I will hem it later on...

For the belt I decided to sewn it onto the top instead of doing another single piece (also to hid the waist seam because I didn’t like that much)

I made a mock up with white spandex to check the lenght and the V depth, then I use this mock up as the pattern for the final one on golden spandex.

And this is the finishe top! I really like it and I cant’ wait to finish this project! As finishing touches I still need to add the glass bead on the crest and the snap button on the neck.

See you on Thursday as usual for the second part of this loooong entry where I will show you the accessories and the final look.

See ya!

Chiara (StregaCorvina)

Bentornati! Ho deciso di inserire una piccola “deviazione” alla pubblicazione del giovedi: il martedi sarà dedicato ad un set singolo, non una collezione!

E come potete immaginare dal titolo, questo primo martedi è dedicato a She-ra! Quest weekend ho divorato la 5° Stagione appena uscita su Netflix e mi sento decisamente orfana percio ho deciso di realizzare anche la sua versione BJD.

Devo dire che il reboot Netflix di She-ra è una delle serie che mi ha “preso” di più negli ultimi anni, era da tanto che non mi appassionavo così tanto ad una serie, sebbene non fossi una grande fan dell’opera originale (che ho visto da piccola e non mi ricordo quasi per niente...) Secondo me è una serie piena di messaggi e rappresentazioni positive, c’era davvero bisogno di un cartone simile, soprattutto se consideriamo che si tratta di un prodotto indirizzato ad un pubblico giovane.

Non starò qui a fare la recensione dello show visto che in giro se ne trovano tantissime, ma vi invito caldamente a guardarla se non lo avete ancora fatto! Le animazioni non sono eccelse ma sono belle, gli anime più moderni ci hanno ormai abituato ad un livello qualitativo davvero alto, ma i personaggi sono caratterizzati benissimo (per lo meno i principali, diciamo che i secondari sono davvero...sullo sfondo e basta) e come dicevo la serie è piena di messaggi positivi e rappresentazioni LGBT che sono ancora un po troppo trascurate dagli show per ragazzi...insomma, non sarà il capolavoro del secolo ma una piacevole novità nel panorama cosi vasto delle serie televisive! Avrei tanto voluto crescere con una serie cosi vent’anni fa...ma mi rendo conto che ai tempi una serie così per ragazzi era impensabile!

Parlando di She-ra, per non spoilerare troppo il nuovo costume che indossa nel corso di questa serie e che non mi piace particolarmente, (ma se avete visto la copertina su Netflix ve lo sarete spoilerato comunque come è successo a me) ho deciso di riprodurre quello della prima trasformazione, che si discosta parecchio da quello originale degli anni 80 ma che calza a pennello per il mood più teen di questo reboot!

Avevo già puntato questo costume quando uscì per la prima volta su Netflix perche avendo un fisico abbastanza simile ad Adora, avevo in mente di farne il cosplay in qualche prossima fiera....progetto che non ho ancora abbandonato del tutto chissà... perciò partiamo con la scelta dei materiali.

- Materiali

Ho deciso di utilizzare lycra bianca per le parti principali del completo, la casacca e i pantaloncini, lycra oro per tutti i dettagli (irrigidita da una base di foam qua e la in base alla funzione) e cady rosso per il mantello - avevo già usato questo cady di medio peso per il mantello di Thor in un precedente cosplay e anche se è leggermente più caro del tipo di materiale che sono abituata ad utilizzare ne vale decisamente la pena! Cade benissimo e l’aspetto...si commenta da solo -

Per il petto e il diadema userò degli ovali di vetro colorati con smalto per unghie per lasciare intatta la trasparenza, mentre scarpe, bracciali e diadema avranno un’anima in foam e il resto in tessuto... sono ancora in dubbio se fare la spada o meno, vedremo un pò in futuro...

- Step 1: patterns

Avevo in gran parte le basi gia pronte da quando ho fatto i pigiamini, perciò per la casacca sono andata abbastanza tranquilla con la base della tshirt (sto ancora valutando se fare una sorta di binder - per chi non lo sapesse è una sorta di reggiseno sportivo che comprime abbastanza il seno, usato parecchio dalle cosplayer per avere un aspetto più “maschile” - per nascondere un pò il seno delle bambole e restare più in linea con la fisionomia del personaggio)

Per gli shorts invece ho utilizzato il cartamodello dei pantaloni del pigiama che avevo precedentemente modificato per fare un paio di leggins super aderenti (che vi farò vedere prima o poi)

Quando il set sarà finito troverete il cartamodello in PDF nel mio shop su Etsy completo di accessori. Le basi ci sono, perciò iniziamo subito con...

- Step 2: shorts

Ho deciso di iniziare dai pantaloncini perchè mi sembravano la parte più rapida del costume, perciò dopo aver tagliato la base in lycra bianca ho iniziato ad applicare - rigorosamente a mano per mantenere l’elasticità - la striscia dorata sui lati.

Prima di unire le due parti ho dato una bella stirata alle strisce e ho fatto una prova sulla bambola che stavo usando come modella per vedere la giusta lunghezza.

Soddifatta degli orli ho cucito gambe e vita con uno zig zag stretto e alla fine ho deciso che l’elasticità della lycra era sufficente perciò non ho inserito nessun elastico in più.

(Una volta finita anche la casacca ho deciso di accorciare ancora un po i pantaloni perchè mi sembravano troppo lunghi). E con i pantaloni finiti era il momento di passare alla...

- Step 3: casacca

Ho realizzato la base in lycra bianca e prima di unirlo al dietro ho iniziato subito sul davanti la decorazione in lycra oro.

Come potete vedere nelle immagini, inizialmente avevo pensato di fare una casacca svasata sotto, in un pezzo unico, invece poi sono tornata su questa decisione perchè non mi piaceva la parte della “gonna”.

Ho anche aggiunto delle piccolissime pences nel giromanica perchè queste bambole sono troppo prosperose per non averle! Viste le dimensioni ridotte dello stemma sul petto alla fine ho deciso di scartare la mia idea iniziale di farlo in foam e ho semplicemente fatto un’applicazione di lycra cucita poi a mano con micro punti nascosti.

Una volta cucito tutto il contorno dello stemma ho deciso di aspettare la fine della base per incollare la pietra al centro visto che avrei dovuto manipolarla ancora tanto, perciò sono passata oltre e come vi accennavo all’inizio, ho deciso di cambiare la parte bassa della casacca perchè non mi piaceva più e l’ho tagliata via.

Per fare la parte svasata ho tagliato una “gonna” a mezza ruota divisa in tre parti con cuciture sui fianchi, leggermente più corta sul centro davanti. Avevo pensato di lasciare l’orlo a taglio vivo ma poi ho deciso di fare un piccolo orlino a zig zag come per l’orlo dei pantaloni.

Infine per terminare le parti in lycra bianca ho fatto un mini collo alto, anche questo cucito prevalentemente a mano visto le dimensioni ridotte.

Avevo deciso di chiudere il retro con una striscia di velcro ma considerando la presenza del mantello ho deciso di fare solo un’apertura fino alle scapole e chiudere poi il collo con un automatico.

Per concludere la base del costume ho iniziato le spalline, dopo aver fatto una prova con un pezzo di carta per decidere la grandezza definitiva ho realizzato una mezzaluna in foam (bhe, due) e l’ho riportata su un doppio strato di lycra oro.

Ho chiuso poi la parte lasciata aperta con dei piccolissimi punti a mano e le ho attaccate al giromanica, sempre a mano, con dei punti nascosti.

Ed ecco la casacca quasi pronta pronta! Non è un amore? Il mio animo da fangirl è super entusiasta di fare questo costume!

Per concludere la casacca ho attaccato la parte della “gonna” ed ecco una preview...gia la adoro!!

- Step 4: mantello e cintura

Prima di passare agli accessori, che visto la lunghezza di questo post verranno presentati in una Parte 2, mi sono occupata della cintura e del mantello, per concludere la base del costume.

Per il mantello ho deciso di realizzare una mezzaruota per averlo bello ampio e fluente, leggermente più ampio della larghezza spalle in modo da drappeggiare un pò la parte alta.

(BONUS PIC - Salem che decide che vuole provare il mantello)

Direi che come ampiezza ci siamo! Per il momento visto che mi serve ancora il filo bianco sulla macchina da cucire mettiamolo da parte, lo finirò più tardi.

Per la cintura invece ho scartato l’idea di fare un pezzo separato visto che il costume aveva già tanti pezzi e ho deciso di cucirla sulla casacca per nascondere la cucitura sotto la vita.

Ho fatto prima una prova con un pezzo di lycra bianca per decidere l’altezza e la profondità della V, poi l’ho usata come base per quella vera e propria realizzata con due strati di lycra oro.

Ed ecco la casacca finita! Mi piace sempre di più e non vedo l’ora di finirla!! Come ultimo tocco devo aggiungere solo la gemma al centro dello stemma e l’automatico dietro per chiudere il collo.

Visto che questo post sta diventando lunghissimo vi farò vedere gli accessori e il final look nel prossimo post, che verrà pubblicato normalmente di giovedi.

A presto!

Chiara (StregaCorvina)

#bjd #bjddoll #bjdcosplay #cosplay #sheracosplay #bjdshera #custombjd #handmade #handmadecosplay #bjdclothes #handmadebjdclothes #bjdset #she ra reboot #she ra netflix #sewing #seamstress #handmadesewing #cosmaker #stregacorvina

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stone-man-warrior · 4 years ago

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November 14, 2020: 6:19 pm:

https://twitter.com/BorisJohnson/status/1327189401965891586

From earlier today:

It's about "The Crown".

Have a look for different creative & obscure ways the production team is telling you to draw an imaginary line from the top header of the white door on the left, through the top of Boris's head, horizontally as he stands there in the room. There are picture frames also, the "most remote human settlement" is indeed the "top of your head", could refer to some agreement, or disagreement with others, coded. The "90" percent statement is telling you to see that old guilded picture frame behind Boris as the screen angle making the corner of the frame be "through his head", that seems as a "disagreement" of some kind spoken visually and secretively. Something to consider is that common doorway header's are framed into a wall at 6'10" above the floor, leaving room for the door jamb's thickness, thereby rendering a net door height of 6'8", with room for flooring material of approximately 1" thickness. So, 6' 8" is equal to 80", AD, a door, with just a small oportunity to exit in the small space beneath the door. "Limbo" statement could be present at the other end of the "Crown" statements Boris is eluding.

Whatever it is, the secret to the Boris Plastic Remote Civilization Ocean terror, is contained at the header, and footer of that door, and in that old guilded picture frame, with emphasis to their relationship to Boris' head. Look also at the text footer at the end of the video. After looking again, the bottom of the door is where the secret emphasis is at, in my opinion. That very small space that exists between the top of the floor covering material, and, the bottom of the door. About one-half of an inch or so, measurements there can very, due to moisture, settling, and characteristics of dimensional lumber. Jesus was a Carpenter terror comm includes knowledge that a piece of dimensional milled lumber is not true. not only is a 2 x 4 actually 1 1/2" x 3 1/2", but there is more unfaithful things to know. The Carpenter MUST know ahead of time that the lumber, when stacked three layers thick, will grow by 1/4" every time. The math: 1 1/2 + 1 1/2" + 1 1/2" = three layers of lumber stacked on top of one another, nailed. The math says: 4 1/2" is the measurement. The Carpenter who measures the finished product, reads 4 3/4" on the tape measure, every time. The reason: The lumber has a crown. When stacked and nailed, those crowns combine to add 1/4" per every three boards nailed. The increase of "Wall Grow" as it is sometimes called, can be even more with larger dimensional lumber. 2 x 4 and 2 x 6 lumber makes 1/4" "Wall Grow" due to dimensional surface crown per every three flat stacked pieces of wood. The remedy that has been accepted for combating against costly mistakes caused by Wall Grow, is to cut the studs short by 1/4" prior to framing the wall. A wall that is going to finish out with a ceiling height of 8', will use 92 1/4" studs. That makes a net wall height of 8'1" (92 1/4 stud + 4 1/2 plates + 1/4 wall grow = 8' 1"), leaving some room for cladding on the ceiling, such as drywall, to finish out at just over 8′ above the floor. The Carpenter MUST know and accommodate for small instances of 1/4" that will show up all over the place if the Carpenter is not careful, skilled, knowledgeable about crowns. ======================================== This Carpenter wants to create a situation for Mr. Johnson such that all of the houses of all of the world are clad with beautiful silver lined ceilings. Silver, a product that is so cheap, they are using it as siding on the houses. ======================================== There are instances that don't matter. Example is a shower enclosure. The Carpenter simply stacks up some lumber around the perimeter of the enclosure at a hight that will accomodate the selected shower door. There are no ceiling considerations for a shower door, so, the "shower dam" is built per the door requirement. 1/4" Wall Grow slop is disregarded.

After the Carpenter is done making the shower dam, that is when the Hot Mop comes, and slops hot tar all over the dam, and basin, so it won't leak, and such that the shower water will run towards the drain. Tile installers, Masons Union, comes to finish out the dam with pretty tile after the Hot Mop Tar cools off. Other consideration: All of the work that is required to build showers and walls, starts with figuring out how to get to the jobsite. Where is the driveway? Very important consideration, the answer is provided at the Zoning Department, they hand out driveway's there. After the driveway is located, then, "where is the sewage going to go? is the next important thing that the Carpenter has to know before building a shower dam. The Department of Environmental Quality will help you figure out which way the shit will run, with emphasis on "Where does the fresh water come from for the shower?" So, at that time, there are two people standing there, at a place that looks like a nice place to live, there is only dirt, a driveway, and two people at that moment. They make plans for later. The person who wants to live there, and the person who will help figure out which way the shit will run. The two are looking for fresh water, and how to keep the shit away from it. A divining rod may or may not be helpful, it's a mystery. =============================================== Other, more sinister considerations for Mr. Johnson's Tweet

I can explain best with an example: There once was a landfill, a garbage dump, that served the greater Los Angeles area. It was located along the northern ridge of some hills along the Interstate 405 Freeway. The landfill, filled up. The landfill was covered with earth, and for many years there were some exhaust ports that were installed into the ground, and were for release of Methane gas from decomposition of the garbage under the ground. The exhaust ports were ignited, burned away the methane for many years, non-stop, always burning safely away all of the methane. You could see them from the freeway. Later, some people went there, and made plans. now, there is vastly expansive housing neighborhood of very, very expensive houses. They are built directly on top of that landfill. So, it's not always about a nice place to live. Sometimes it's about finding ways to make others think it's a nice place to live, and, sometimes, it's a coverup where a lot of garbage is at. It also can be a way to extinguish those pesky methane gas exhaust ports in environments where nitrous oxide gas is being used as a weapon. Along the 405 Freeway in the 1970's. So, one more time Mr. Johnson... Please send Lewis Hamilton to my house. I would like to speak with him. ========================================== Soon, Boris, the roads will be paved physically with sterling silver. A cheap, recyclable product. ========================================== 6:25 pm.

============================================ Also from earlier today:

https://twitter.com/Pontifex/status/1327589599804153857

There is a hidden Walther PPK in that tweet. (you have to scroll over the link to see the “Mondale” part. and have some prerequisite info) What to know:The PPK uses ammunition that only fits into a PPK. It's the gun used by James Bond. The "poor" is phonetic: "The Pour". It's about Freemason Fraternal Orders. "Shaken, not stirred", there is a preferred amount of "Slump" to The Pour. The Slump is a measurement. The mason orders the concrete with a specific amount of water added per application requirements. The cement is tested upon delivery by the mason when the concrete truck arrives. The test measurement consists of a traffic cone, the cement is poured into the cone, the cone is turned over, placed onto the ground, lifted up revealing the wet concrete. The amount of slump is measured by the number of inches of sag to the cone shaped wet concrete as the cone is removed. 2" Slump is popular. The cement will sag two inches when the cone is removed. If the cement mix is too wet, the mason will send it back. If too dry, the mason will ask the delivery to add water there at the job site. There is a California Mondale in that tweet. The service to the pour is the delivery driver adding water "Walther PPK". The Mason is seeking a perfect mix. The concrete application is special, unknown conditions require experimentation with the mixture, says the Bergoglio in that tweet. There are two people standing there. One is the Mason, one is the Concrete Delivery Driver. The two are experimenting a mixture for optimum slump. The Pope is one of the two, he uses his hat to measure slump in absence of a traffic cone. Where's Waldo? is the question. Waldo is Jeff Prouix. Royal Canadian Mounted Police disguised as Oregon State Police. Waldo is Waldo because his orders were to do a murder hit at the Walgreen's in Grants Pass OR on 11-11-2020... fail... too much slump. This new slump experimentation is to find a new replacement Jeff Prouix. This will be the third one, the way I remember things. So, there is possibility that the Jeff Prouix who died at Walgreen's was actually Agent Rabner of Oregon FBI who was portraying Jeff Prouix for the purpose of fooling federal agents in faraway places who refuse to do their own research. Maybe, is a lot of slump there, but could be. If I knew where to apply, I would sign up to be the new Jeff Prouix, as the most qualified for the job. Unfortunately, my SAG card expired when I was just a small boy. 6:33 pm.

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experimental-failures · 4 years ago

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Hodzat Maldin: Introduction

"We have an intruder!"

Sirens and alarms begin to sound as a gold blooded troll sits inside of a vent above a group of guards. The gold blood found it difficult to suppress his growing need for laughter as he watches the inside of his goggles. His goggles, having been modified by the gold blood himself, displays the camera feed of a spider drone he had created. The drone was no bigger than his own hand, yet it's contents were enough to cause quite the powerful explosion. And would you look at that, a spider drone sits ready to detonate on the powersource for this building and a second drone is sitting on their backup power supply; and they thought they could hide it.

The force from both drones detonating was enough to shake the building and knock several of the guards on their asses while the gold blood watched from above them. The gold blood wondered how much hope they had for taking out an intruder who knew exactly where their power supplies were. Plus, now they were in the dark. Though it was mostly for mood lighting since trolls didn't really need the lights.

Suddenly a guard from under the gold blood begins to scream, panicking as they feel something on their legs. This was followed by the sound of glass breaking and more screaming as the trolls legs were promptly dissolved by the acid contained in one of the gold bloods glass spiderlings.

As the guard fell under their own weight, several more sounds of glass breaking would echo. One troll would begin to rapidly scratch at their skin, beginning to scream as their nails tore through their flesh in a fleeting attempt to end the unbearable itching that had suddenly come over them.

Another troll would stay silent, their screaming already being halted as their throat began to collapse in on itself. The short living and flesh eating bacteria that the gold blood used was making fast work of the trolls neck until their head finally fell off from it's own weight.

Two guards were left as the gold blood came down from the vent, landing in a puddle of mixed blood. Finally unable to hold back, he began to laugh hysterically, almost buckling over as his laughing echoed. The two guards hesitated for just a moment, looking at eachother before starting to rush the gold blood. The larger of the two guards got the closest, three feet from the gold blood while the smaller only made it to about 6 feet away. Two psiionicly charged bolts of electricity hit both trolls from a metal orb sitting in one of the gold bloods talon shaped horns; three wires were connected to the orb and the side of his head. The electricity was enough to drop both trolls onto their stomachs, but not kill.

The gold blood laughed harder now, though eventually calming down as he walked to the larger of the two guards. He was careful when lifting up the guards head; spider drones moving to latch onto both guards limbs as insurance that they wouldn't move. When the guards spasming ended, the larger one started to hurl insults and threats at the gold blood. These sounds only brought giggling from their captor as he slid a spider drone under the large guards head; it's robotic legs being locked into itself as to make itself perfectly spherical.

The large guards insults and threats soon turned into pleads. Pleads that fell on deaf ears as the gold blood positioned the guards mouth right over the spider drone.

And brought his foot quickly down onto the back of the guards head.

Whatever teeth the guard had were either on the ground or jammed into the back of his throat as the drone was forced between his jaws, a cracking being heard from either his jaw dislocating or being broken.

The gold blood hesitated for just a moment before detonating the spider drone, followed by the ones holding the large guard down. The explosions from each spiderling only left a small burn on the guard, the one in his mouth exploding and taking off his lower jaw. A dust like substance was left behind by the spiderlings, dissolving into the guard and quickly freezing his body completely.

Then the gold blood turned his attention to the smaller guard "Now. Where is your boss?"

Half an hour and numerous bodies later, the gold blood kicked open the door to a usually heavily guarded room. Though for now the only person in the room was a medium sized troll, about the hight of the gold blood. The troll looked to be packing anything he could fit into a bag and was very obviously panicked. It's a mystery as to why he would be frightened when he turns to see the gold blood in his door way.

"Well hello friend." The gold blood answers to the frightened look of the troll. "Why are you doing this Hodzat?"

"Well, I have made a new gadget that I'd so like to try on someone, and wouldn't you know it, you're the first person to come to mind! I'm so excited!" Hodzat beams a bright smile at the unfortunate soon to be test subject. "You slaughter your way into my hideout just to test something on me?! I could have given you any of the idiots out there to try it on!" The troll barks out, anger and fear twisting his face.

"Well you also owe me ten bucks." Hodzat says simply, showing no signs of joking despite his excited giggling.

A spider drone enters the room from behind Hodzat, this one abit different than the others. This spider drone was purely metal while the others had glass containers in their centers to hold the concoctions Hodzat used as weapons. It also had a small camera that extended from what could only be the front of the drone, it's design making it look almost like a living creature as it looked around the room.

Before the drone could lay its camera on the sight of the frightened troll, he had already pulled out a pistol and fired a shot at the drone, shooting a hole right into it's circuitry and destroying it. A panicked gasp came from Hodzat as he quickly knelt next to the damaged drone "JERRY!" He exclaimed as he scooped the drone into his arms and quickly left the room, "Add revenge to the list" Hodzat said as he closed the door on his way out.

The frightened troll let out a sigh of relief, hoping Hodzat was going to retreat now. That is until he began to notice the grenade that lay in the center of his room and it's constant beeping. Suddenly the grenade exploded into a bright light that almost blinded the troll and only a few seconds later did he notice that he was beginning to grow.

His body grew until his head was now touching the ceiling and he expected to burst through it to the room above just like on TV. But he didn't. This isn't TV. Instead the ceiling forced him to hunch down as he continued to grow, already too big to fit through the door Hodzat had left from, his laughing now being heard from the otherside. As the troll continued to grow his bones began to break under his own weight, muscles and tissue being crushed against the walls and ceiling that refused to save him by breaking. Before long the trolls body had grown so large that he was now the equivalent of a poorly packaged meat cube after being put into a garbage compactor.

Hodzat sat outside the door until it was done, the final bones breaking and the last squelching as meat pressed tightly against the walls.

"Well, looks like I'm not getting my money." Hodzat sighed, then looked around and watched on the camera feed inside his goggles as his spider drones finished off the remaining guards in the building.

"Now how do I get out of here again?"

#tw blood #tw death #tw gore #tw spiders #fantroll #friendsim #Hodzat Maldin #homestuck #i am not a writer #new character introduction #chapter 1

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elizawright · 4 years ago

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My experience with Aspergers

OCD and Anorexia 2/2:

Right now the painful part, this is probably the most difficult to talk about because it’s still so fresh and still very much active in my daily life. My Anorexia story I would say officially began around December 2018 however as I’ve mentioned before I’ve always struggled with eating. It started as just being a very fussy kid, in my early teen years I used to obsessive compulsively diet extremely strictly for periods of time. I think this in itself could be considered Anorexia or at least I was at the very edge of being. A year later I would completely 180, over eat and put on a lot of weight. A year later from that I would once again strictly diet this time making myself throw up if i “over ate” in my mind or ate something “bad”. I distinctly remember being 14 on holiday in Florida. My family kept encouraging me to eat fruit loops for breakfast (I would only eat bran flakes) and of course I desperately wanted to but it was very scary to me. So I did eat them one day and being 14 and uneducated on food I had a panic. Though I was panicking I didn’t ever tell anyone Insted I hid away, found a toilet and forced myself to throw up. Now this is years before I was officially diagnosed with an eating disorder but to me, this doesn’t seem healthy. Looking back I feel quite sorry for little me feeling I had to hide away and be sneaky, I wish I had told my mum how I was feeling, but I didn’t. Anyway, back to my official timeline. So 2018 was the year I did my gcses, it was a different year, I was so focused on my studies I began to over eat as a coping mechanism, this caused me to put on quite a bit of weight. Now I was never really fat but i was overweight, I would guess 13 stone (to put in comparison, when diagnosed with anorexia 6 months later I was 7 stone something, that’s a loss of 5 stone). In November that year I got my lovely boyfriend. When we first started dating I felt quite ashamed that I weighed more than him. Of course he didn’t care, I don’t think he even ever thought of it, he just liked me for me, but the intrusive thoughts which are oh so common to me told me otherwise. I began to notice in the morning my belly looked it’s flattest which I figured was because I hadn’t put any food in my stomach making it bloat so I began not eating in the mornings. If I was going to see my boyfriend who obviously as a young teen at the start of a relationship I wanted to impress I wouldn’t eat. I wouldn’t eat while I was around him then as soon as I got home I would eat as normal. This is where it all began. My boyfriend used to recall to my mom “she never eats breakfast and never eats at my house! I try and feed her but she just won’t eat.”

So like I said life carried on like this for a few months, I didn’t loose a massive amount of weight, maybe half a stone, but things changed drastically after a holiday to Egypt. On the first day I was struggling and obsessing over my appearance as usual, obsessing over every roll I could see. Looking back now I looked great! I had big boobs and hips, but at the time I didn’t see any of that all I saw was fat. Well the next day after this I caught a really bad case of the flu. I was bed ridden for the entire rest of the week barely well enough to get home. As we were in Egypt we had no way of getting any medication at all not even paracetamol so I was completely wiped out, it was the worst illness I’ve ever faced were literally everything that could happen, happened. Now because of this I didn’t eat for the entire week.

Once I arrived home and I began the process of analysis of my body as per usual I noticed I had lost weight. I put two and two together realising a week of not eating made me really quickly drop a ton of weight. The cogs began turning and I told myself the short amount of pain (being the hunger) my future self would thank me for. So I began restricting. Using the bike analogy it began at a quick pace but slowly got faster and faster. Soon I was eating no more than 400 calories a day, anymore than that and I would get depressed and anxious and stressed (for comparison the average women needs 2000 calories a day just to maintain weight) I was terrified of nearly all foods. Butter, bread, literally everything I can think of. I weighed out everything out to the T never eating a full packet of something. Which if I’m honest, I still do weigh everything, I also still count calories obsessively. This is what I mean by I’m not fully recovered I’m a lot better, but still suffering and fighting.

Now at this point my mental and physical health began to really suffer. I was normally really good at school getting outstanding grades in gcses but now with a levels I wasn’t able to get work completed or done, I couldn’t concentrate, I would fall asleep in class because I was tierd constantly, I wasn’t my normal talkative enthusiastic self because I was so drained of all energy I’m honestly so shocked my teachers didn’t make more of an effort to help me. I remember one time a teacher telling me I looked very ill and pale so forced me to eat a banana they had brought for their own lunch which was a struggle for me to do. Luckily for me a teacher i still dont know reported to the head of sixthform about being worried for me. They had been gone 3 months and within coming back had noticed the drastic change in weight I had had. It goes to show how much weight I lost as I was always wearing baggy clothes to hide it and she still noticed. Now that I’m mentioning it all my clothes were massively oversized because I no longer fit my entire wardrobe. I would try and wear stuff like leggings as they made me feel comfortable and happy in myself but my head of sixthform would shout at me and force me to change. I recall a few teachers and students coming to me asking if I was alright as they had noticed my rapid weight loss, I told them it was just stress. I was completely in denial I had tricked myself into thinking it was normal, I have no idea how I even lasted as long as I did at sixthform like this. So as the story goes I got taken into the teds team which is a recovery center for children with eating disorders

I was extremely reluctant to go, I was stand off ish and rude to the doctors and my family which is something that is not in my nature at all. Looking back all they wanted to do was help me but at the time I thought everyone was against me were trying to trick me into being fat. This was clearly the anorexia talking and not me, it was completely in control. While there I was freezing cold so they had to turn the fan off. I was honest as I could be and told them most of what I previously told you but it still didn’t actually sound like a concern to me. I down played it as much as a could because I didn’t want anyone’s help. I can still remember that horrible feeling of being so stubborn and refusing to even acknowledge what the people around me were saying I was so caught up in the anorexic trap. Now about a year ago from this I had been previously weighed as I had started a new version of medication, like I said I weighed in at around 85kg, 13 stone. I got weighed again on this day and was in the 7 stones, I had lost nearly 6 stone in 3 months. That’s crazy looking back at. I was told if I didn’t turn myself around soon my periods would stop and I would have to go into hospital to be force fed. They warned me as I was in the hight of my teenage development i was right at the edge of doing permanent growth, brain and fertility damage. I love children and can’t wait to be a mother someday and I really highly value my intelligence so this was the kick up the bum I needed to start my recovery. I came back a week later to create an eating plan and in that time I had dropped another couple of pounds in just a week. I was very stubborn during the hour we spent making an eating plan, we pretty much fought back and forth me and the doctor disagreeing on everything, the eating disorder had complete control over my mind and I was pretty much in auto pilot. Eventually we came to an agreement which I still was very reluctant to follow, but I had worked out the calorie intake and it felt at level that was “safe” for me. I was also just happy to not have to worry about making food anymore as my mum was now in charge or making everything I eat. Before this I was eating on average a banana, half a packet of cuscus and a plain piece of brown bread without butter and a spoon full of baked beans with no sauce. On top of this I drank an unhealthy amount of coffee, so much I became addicted, to help me loose weight, keep me full and give me the energy I didn’t have.

I remember so vividly the first day I followed this new eating routine my stomach had shrunk so small I was physically in pain by the end of the day. I was to eat 2 spoons of yogurt in the morning, an egg sandwich at lunch on brown bread, an apple, half a dinner and one weatabix at night. By the weatabix I was in physical pain from being so full. But I pushed through it. A week later I had still lost weight but not as much as the normal rate went. This is when I was told I had to add in extra and I reacted terribly. I flat out refused to follow it anymore and said I was quitting the program. For a few months I refused to follow the new program sticking to the old one I felt safe with and still lost weight with. With things like anorexia it’s something I feel can never be solved by anyone else it’s something you have to do yourself. I think I improved just overtime by chatting with the teds team and the dietitian and educating myself. This next part of my journey is kind of difficult to talk about as I don’t remember it much, I was so tired and drained it’s all kind of disappeared from my memory. Eventually through education I began to slowly add things to my eating plan. I added crisps (but only under the condition they were healthy ones under 100 calories) changed the yogurt to 2 weatabix as it was easier to measure and less of a “scary food” to me.

So yeah, since this is just a short (at least as short as I can make it) synopsis of my journey I’m just going to skip to now. Some day maybe I’ll talk about the one and a half year gap there is between then and now but that would take too long for the moment. Now I am still suffering with eating. I’ve put on a bit of weight but I’m still classed as underweight. I still follow a very strict daily routine with what I eat, I still weigh things out, I still calorie count, I still analyse my body but I am a hell of a lot better than a year ago. I still struggle when it comes to eating “fatning” of “sugary” foods but on occasion I do eat them. I try and eat something every day like a breakfast bar or granola bar. Although I am a lot better now, I’m mostly tortured by the anorexic intrusive thoughts.

I struggle oddly with extreme hunger! Something I hadn’t felt at all while I was in critical condition. I did some research and I found out this happens to most recovering anorexics and their body is literally starving and desperate for food. I have been left with loose skin which makes me extremely embarrassed and unhappy, I hope someday to get rid of it as it’s a big factor of my destress. I hope this story can help educate people without eating disorders and give you an incite into our minds. Someday I will go into more detail.

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fetoras475 · 4 years ago

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How To Make a Kitchen Knife

Stage 1: Designing, Steel Cutting

Before you do whatever else, you should think of a plan for your blade. I based my plan off of a few kitchen blades I previously had. I made a few changed like the rakish part by the tip rather than a smooth bend, and Im utilizing an African rosewood called bubinga rather than the dark wood/plastic for the handle piece. Something else, its essentially a similar blade: 1/8 inch thick sharp edge, 5.5 inch handle, 6 inch edge. My first sketch was half-scale on a designing cushion, and afterward I did a full scale one to ensure the size felt right, and so forth As should be obvious, it took me a few attempts to get the handle shape right.

There are additionally a few contrasts in the metal itself. Most importantly I'm utilizing 0-1 device steel, and different blades are spotless, however different blades additionally have some metal rib things at the front of the handle, an element that is difficult to make on the off chance that you are simply utilizing a bit of level bar stock as I did.

When you have your plan, you should arrange or obtain your steel and wood. I purchased my steel from Mcmastercarr.com (I love that site). I got 2" x 1/8" bar stock that was a foot and a half (18") long, I think whenever was $35. I had some piece bubinga (the wood I utilized for the handle) laying around so I utilized that. Additionally, in light of the fact that language is cool, the wood pieces for the handle are actually called scales, recollect that. For the metal handle pins I utilized around 1/4" mellow steel dowel (you can get this at any nice home improvement shop).

Utilizing estimations from my full scale drawing, I scribed my blade diagram onto the steel with a sharpie. Notice how I got steel that was actually the correct size so I didn't need to make numerous cuts. NOTE: If you just have one "valid" straight edge in your steel that you can utilize, make this straight edge the edge, not the spine (the spine = level top edge of blade where you can push down with your hand while slashing watermelon). At the point when you get around to honing, you will perceive any reason why you need as straight an edge as workable for the cutting edge.

Stage 2: Belt Sander Rig, Cleaning Up the Rough Cut

The following stage is to tidy up the cuts, and remove the material right to the sharpie layout. After this progression we will have our last blade shape.

To tidy up the front of the cutting edge (the bend on the edge and the two point cuts on the top by the spine) I utilized a belt sander which I flipped over and zip tied and braced to the work seat. I dont have a genuine belt sander like this one, so I needed to extemporize. I utilized 80 coarseness sand paper for this.

You will get extremely acquainted with this apparatus when you make your blade edge too, so on the off chance that you choose to utilize this rearranged belt sander technique I recommend making it tough.

To tidy up the handle and the back edge of the edge I utilized a drum sander bit on a drill press, a sanding drum on the dremel, and a seat top processor.

Stage 3: Making the Edge

The edge of the blade is the base segment of the cutting edge (the piece of the blade that isn't the handle). Pretty simple, I know, I simply need to be certain all the language is straight. All things considered, since we are grinding away, I'm simply going to list the language:

Handle = part that you snatch

Edge = everything except for the handle

Edge = base piece of the edge, its sharp

Spine = top piece of the edge, inverse the edge

Scales = wood pieces that sandwich the metal in the handle and give the handle some meat to clutch

Pins = the metal dowels that experience the scales and look cool (for this blade they give no auxiliary significance)

Alright since that is cleared up, its opportunity to begin making your edge. The ideal activity here is to eliminate material on the sharp edge so it begins 1/8 inch thick by the spine, and tightens directly with the goal that the width goes to zero at the edge. Duh, isn't that so? As a matter of fact, its harder then it sounds. Props to you in the event that you accomplish this! Mine wound up being around 1/8 inch thick till mostly down, an inch from the spine, THEN it began tightening to an edge. Also, the shape wasn't even direct (straight line from start of tighten to edge), it bended. I didn't stress over it to much until I completed it and took a stab at cutting things like onions and apples. Since the sharp edge gets thick very soon in the cut, as connected to gradually getting thicker as the cut advances, you need to push a ton of the thing you are removing as you cut. This makes it so the cut requires a ton more weight then it should. Thus, in the event that you can, get that tighten quite straight, and make it take up the all out hight of the sharp edge.

In any case, first I denoted the centerline of the edge so I realized where to sand to. In the event that you can copyist it directly in the metal that is better, at that point what I did. I just utilized a bit of tape that ran down the whole edge. On the off chance that you dont put some centerline marker and simply attempt to figure, your edge will presumably wind up screwy and not level. Like, when you put the edge on the cutting board there will be holes, a.k.a. you won't carve completely through certain pieces of the stuff you're cutting. Hitting that centerline on either side with the shape is vital! All things considered, you dont need to go right to the centerline. I left around 1/64" on either side, which gave a 1/32" level area directly at the edge. In the event that you hone right to a fresh sharp edge, it will be demolished when you heat treat your blade, and afterward you should sand it down and restart.

When utilizing the belt sander to eliminate material, consistently point the edge against the heading of the sanding belt. It sounds somewhat strange, yet this is the best approach to do it. To emphasize, you need each bit of sand paper that passes by to initially sand the edge, and afterward the spine.

Stage 4: Making the Scales

I had some extra bubinga from a past task, so I chose to utilize that for the wood scales. Most blades have handles that are .75 ish inches thick, which is 48/64". The metal in the handle is 1/8", so 48/64 less 8/64 is 40/64" of wood. This is partitioned into two scales so each scale should be 20/64" thick. I cut mine around 1/8" or so to enormous so I had some squirm room. Its simple to remove material, its difficult to add it. Continuously blunder on the enormous side! The bit of wood I began with was to enormous so I tore it down on the band saw. I chose two areas which had decent patters and were level on one side (this is significant with regards to sticking the scales to the metal, if the outside of the wood isn't level, the paste won't bond too and you will have less surface zone holding your scales to your blade). At that point I followed the state of the handle onto the bits of wood, and cut and sanded them so they were close. Once more, blunder on the greater side, dont attempt to coordinate the layout of the scales to the metal at this time. In the event that you stand by till they are stuck with the wood hanging out over the metal, its simple to sand down the wood straight up to the metal, it takes into account a very flush, professional looking completion.

When I had the unpleasant handle shape in the scales, I bored 1/4" openings where I needed the pins (I'm utilizing 1/4" metal dowel for the pins). For the interim however, I utilized transitory wood dowels to hold the scales together. I continued to penetrate out the openings in the metal as well. I began with a little pilot touch, and moved to a larger than usual opening so I would have some space to play with when it came to adjusting the scales and sticking. On the off chance that you have a feeling that you definitely know precisely how you need to adjust the scales on the metal, don't hesitate to utilize the best possible size boring tool for the 1/4" pins.

Stage 6: Heat Treating the Blade

Like I stated, the metal I began with is B95, and we need something between a C55-C60. This is a decent hardness for a utility kitchen blade. Hard enough that it keeps an edge, however not to hard that it snaps under tension, it will simply curve and flex a bit. As an examination, blades are commonly too hard and overly fragile with a higher rockwell tackle. You never need to hone them cause they keep an edge perpetually, however they chip without any problem. Then again, excoriating blades are a lot milder and in this manner super bendy, however require successive honing.

Due to the compound structure of steel, you can just dependably solidify steel to its greatest saddle. Along these lines, what you need to do is solidify the blade however much as could reasonably be expected, which makes it about a C65 on the rockwell scale, and afterward you relax it by treating it. Its a lot simpler to dependably temper to various outfits then it is to solidify it to various hardnesses.

To solidify the steel you should initially warm it up to around 1500 degrees F and afterward rapidly chill it off. At the point when you heat it, you are changing the translucent structure inside the steel, and when you cool it rapidly you "lock" that structure set up. On the off chance that you let the hot metal cool gradually (by, state, simply forgetting about it at room temperature), at that point the structure you have made by warming it up will gradually change once again into its underlying structure: a lot gentler structure. By rapidly lowering the hot steel into something with a great deal of warm mass, similar to room temperature oil, the steel will cool [almost] to the touch in a few seconds. This "extinguishing", as its called, keeps that translucent structure from changing once again into what it was previously, it secures it as it were.

To temper the steel you need to warm it up to around 500 F, let it 'splash' at that temperature for 20 or so minutes, at that point let it cool gradually. This low-temperature measure gives you considerably more command over how much the compound structure of the steel changes once more into that gentler arrangement, on the grounds that the steel changes much more slow at lower temperatures. Typically one 'douse' at 500 F for 20 minutes is sufficient to bring the hardness down from a C65 to a C55 or C60 for full information Visit here.

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weaselle · 5 years ago

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Neanderthal hunt - excerpt from my WIP Stone Punk

Things had gone wrong right from the start. 15 year-old Dreght clutched his spear tightly, running in the near-dark of dawn. Trees flashed by as he sprinted across the frozen ground. An elk burst the wrong way out of the shrubs straight at him - past him - both of them dodging to avoid impact. The deep smell of deer briefly swirled though the cold empty scent of snowy pine.

A yearling calf came next, tall as Dreght- impulsively, he swung his spear like a club at its legs, tripping it, lost his own balance, fell. He scrabbled on all fours in the snow, couldn’t get his spear. The calf was bounding to its feet, mamma elk coming back for it at full speed. Dreght leaped for a tree, put it between him and the angry 1,000 pound mother, sucking three big gasps of the cold mountain air into his lungs. He pushed off downhill, running through the redwoods. Ahead of him, Vereghk screamed again.

Swerving around a tree at full speed, he almost stepped on the prone body of Gogghrath in the elk-trampled snow. Dreght skidded to his knees and fell back toward the hunter. Gogghrath was groaning. Further into the woods, Vereghk was shouting. Dreght nudged the injured man laying next to him. “Gogghrath!?”

“Go... Vereghk,” Gogghrath wheezed, “Vereghk,” but Drehgt was already up and sprinting on.

He could hear the stomping, the crack of antlers breaking brittle branches. Leader Frightch appeared to his right, focused on the source of the noise. Ahead of them an angry bull elk came into view, doing its best to kill Vereghk, who was desperately playing a game of round-the-tree tag with it.

The giant deer was twice Frightch’s hight, with antlers nearly the same distance wide, and it weighed more than ten of him; a creature of both bulk and grace. The lead hunter noticed Dreght first with relief, then with an angry questioning look, shaking his own spear at the spear-less young man. Dreght ducked his head in a shrug and scanned the ground for something, anything to use as a weapon, as his leader began advancing on the pirouetting beast.

Frightch added his shouts to those of his brother Vereghk, and when Dreght, too, began to shout as he threw rocks at it, it finally stopped its rampaging to reassess things. Dreght hit it squarely with another fist sized rock.

“NO!” Frightch shouted “we need! ...him,” but it was too late, the massive animal was already in full flight. Frightch dropped his spear, strode over to Dreght, and clubbed him in the chest with both fists, knocking him down and standing over him. Dreght looked up at him while the surrounding woods returned to their customary stillness, and the blood pounded in his ears.

Moments later, rejoined by limping Gogghrath and young Skaghet, the five squat, bristle-bearded hunters took stock of the situation. It was a disaster. The Family was desperate for meat. Instead, they had seriously injured nearly half their hunters.

“Blood, look” said Dreght, optimistically pointing at the few splotches of crimson in the ruins of snow around Vereghk’s tree. “We may be able to catch up to it”

Vereghk, one arm hanging limp, leaning heavily against the tree that had saved his life, disagreed hoarsely “No good; I missed. It was almost on top of me, there were so many, very fast. I stabbed at the soft spot, here,” he gestured between his hip and his stomach, “but I hit bone, the leg I think. It twisted my whole arm, broke my spear, threw me into the air. When the big elk turned to fight, I could see it was not injured much. It may limp, it will not bleed much or long; probably, we can not track it.”

His older brother Frightch, grunted in agreement, gestured around at the group, looking at Dreght “Gogghrath’s leg does not work, Vereghk’s arm does not work, and you and Skaghet are too young to pair or assign alone. The big bull fought easily, ran easily. If it is wounded less than will kill it, we can not go after it like this. I would like to leave one able hunter with the two injured to return home and send two of us after the elk, but who would go? Who would stay? We failed. The elk lives today.”

Dreght, knowing Frightch lay some of the blame for that failure on him, tried to find a solution. “You could go,” he said to the head of the family, “and take Skaghet; he is only 12 years, but has his full height to add to your strength and wisdom. I am tallest, and strong, though young. I would stay and do all Vereghk says; his shoulder is injured, not his head.”

Their Leader mulled it over. Then Skaghet spoke up as Frightch considered.

“Leader,” he said, nervously, the first thing he had said all day, “I saw... I saw strange people.”

Four pairs of eyes locked onto Skaghet. “People? Are you sure? What people?” Frightch asked, “Breghath’s Family? Norbagh and his stupid brood?”

Skaghet shook his head, “No. Strange... I saw strange people up the mountain, across the open snow when the hunt began. They were tall. Their hair was black. They were, different. Not like other families, maybe not people? But, they had strange clothes, they talked, they had people faces. Almost. Strange, but people.”

Frightch stood immediately, picked up his spear, waved a hand, “This hunt is over,” he said definitively, “lets go now; Gogghrath, can you walk, or do you need a pull-cot?”

Gogghrath tried a few hobbled steps using his spear like a crutch, grimacing, “I can walk. Maybe not the whole day- you think there will be trouble?”

“Skaghet said they talked. He heard them talk. We’ve been shouting. They must know we are here. Why didn't you tell us right away, Skaghet?"

"The elk.. everything happened so fast, Vereghk screamed, I thought, I would tell you after we killed the elk, I thought..." he trailed off helplessly.

Vereghk shot a glance at his older brother "The People from Over the Mountain?"

Frightch frowned, "I don't care. New neighbor-family, or grandfather's old stories, whoever it is, they might be watching us by now. We must get across the mountain quickly, we are not strong enough for a fight, if fighting is what they choose. Skaghet, you should have told us sooner. We may lose more than that elk today; let us get back home to the caves very fast, and quiet.” Swiftly, nervously, the five dwarvish hunters moved off deeper into the woods through the early morning light. ______________________________________________________________________

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tyrantofthefirmament · 6 years ago

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Shocking Revelations

It’s been many weeks since Starscream has made contact with Shockwave and... stolen a protoform from the Well of AllSparks. During that time he has been putting off broaching the subject with Knockout, and the more time has passed, the more impossible that conversation seems. Now he has to explain not only why he is working with Shockwave, but also why he failed to mention it. He has no intention of explaining either, at least not yet, but under stress and with a lack of sleep, things don’t always go as intended...

@ask-dr-knockout is in block quotes

Clack clack clack clack clack CLANG clack

SLAM!

Starscream did not take it well when his pacing took him over the loose piece of plating in front of the medbay and he startled himself out of his racing thoughts. Hence the dent in the wall. He now stood, venting, with his wings half lowered and rigidly held.

Every moment since he left Shockwave’s lab had made him more tense. He’d tried burying himself in work, but his thoughts kept returning to the tiny Seeker in the tank, with no one to keep Shockwave from indulging his curiosity on it. He’d decided to take a break, but flying only made him think of the Seekers Shockwave wanted to clone, and his break had turned to restless pacing, which led him here.

Growling in frustration, he turned to drag himself back toward his console. Construction teams didn’t check in with themselves, and he still had to arrange tomorrow’s supply movements from Tarn. Pit, he’d spent all night getting nothing done.

Not long after Starscreams violently loud expression of frustration came the abrupt sounds of a rushed transformation soon followed by a clang and thud before a muffled swear from the oposite side of the wall over powered the once quiet hum of the medical bay.

clunk Clunk CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK!

VrrrWOOSH!

Footsteps aproached before the med bay doors cycled ubruptly wide open to reveal a pair of frowning dully lit halos.

Knockout looked around huffing as he rubbed at a fresh dent on his helm. His face wearing a recharge ridden scowel of discontent.

“Alright who is the wiseguy banging on my wall after hou-…!” Knockout cut of his speech that had most likely been meant for a underling or vehicon as his optics set sight on the cuprit to his painful awakening. His chest and shoulders instantly puffing up in suprise before his optics rew a bright angry red. Of all the childish… HE was supposed to know BETTER!

“STARSCREAM!! don’t you have any couth!” He glared stomping toward the other and pointing a finger into the silver mechs chest.

“Just because you repel recharge doesn’t mean the rest of us can! Just LOOK what you made me do! I thought for a moment the base was collapsing… again…” Knockout yelled in a harsh not so whisper gesturing to his slightly dented helm. “You made me transform out of recharge and hit my helm!” His voice mixed with a harsh static induced from his abruptly disrupted recharge and/or sleep deprived state.

“It’s not like this would have been the first semblance of a full recharge I was able to coax myself into after the horrors of what Soundwave and you absurdly acomplished!! You know… The same mech that resides just down the hall from me!” Knockout pointed out exasperated.

“That’s not even including the fact I have been working for the past week on analysis of Perceptor’s research! Intensive analysis!! The least you could do is keep it down but what do i wake to find… that you have oh so subtly put a dent in my wall!” He huffed grumpily… it was only after his own rant he noticed the angle of Starscream’s wings the clenched fist the tightly lifted shoulders… he backed up a bit…. away from Starscream and calmed his grumpy tone but only slightly. “What the scrap has gotten into you!” Knockout crossed his arms Glaring.

Starscream flinched when he heard Knockout coming, before whirling toward him with angrily flared wings. Oblivious to the irony, he motioned to the medic to keep his voice down, before he blinked, distracted.

“You recharge in alt mode?” The quiet question seemed to go unnoticed as Knockout continued his rant. Starscream didn’t appreciate this on top of everything else he was dealing with - couldn’t a mech stomp around his own base in the middle of the night without getting a full dressing down? He curled his talons into fists and stepped closer to Knockout, who finally shut up and backed off.

“Take a guess what’s gotten into me, Knockout! I’m trying to juggle a lot of different things right now, and as soon as I decided to take a break, your stupid floor panel practically tripped me! You thought the base was falling down? Really? Well the floor is certainly broken, so let’s add that to my to-do list!”

He thrashed his wings with finality and glared at Knockout. “Go back to bed so I can get some work done.”

“If I had to take a guess it be a sour mix of fuel and a long jaged staff up your-” He was interrupted by another harsh retort on Starscreams part.

Knockout steeled himself despite his instinct to shy away from the others claws when he was in this mood. But Given the past few months wether it was wise to do so or not he felt more confidant in expressing his distaste or opinions to the other.

“Oh and you think I am not! Do you know how many vehicons and crew repairs I have done in the past cycles all while balancing HQ repairs, ship repairs, this world changing research, AND scouting!” Knockout optics widened and he sputtered in offense as he placed a dramatic hand onto his chest before holding them out in exasperated explanation speaking in harsh angry whispers. “Look at my finish! I have bearly had time to buff myself Starscream!” He looked sad for a moment before his optics turned hard again.

“I dont know whats gotten into you tonight but YOU of all mechs should understand the concept of proper crew moral! It’s one thing putting up with your temper tantrums during the day fine! But a piece of loose paneling! this is unaceptable when your crew and only CMO is trying to get rest to work more efficiently for YOU!!” Static again filtered through his whisper as he forced the words.

Knockout huffed and sighed. “I do not appreciate being woken up for such a small pathetic reason!” He put his hands on his hips glaring at Starscream unrelenting.

Starscream thought his wings were up all the way, but he was mistaken. He flared them so wide they banged against his pauldrons, making himself look huge. “Oh, so I have one bad night and suddenly I’m bad for crew morale? What about my other bad nights? Is it fine as long as I stay in my quarters where no one can hear me? I was trying to get things done! Sorry you all have to put up with me!” His voice qualified only technically as a whisper - a harsh, rasping hiss that verged on the squeak he hated to admit he had when he was emotional. It wasn’t particularly quiet.

“The stupid loose paneling was just the last thing in a slew of scrap!” He raised his talons, not to scratch, but to enumerate all the things he was dealing with. No one pity partied as hard as him. He counted off each woe on his claws. “I’ve had to redo the construction schedule three times because of the rains. The old smelting factory in Tarn just caved in so that sets us back on supplies. I’ve got to step up repairs on the other ones. Soundwave is a ticking time bomb, as you’re oh so fond of reminding me. I’ve barely had time to think about finding Megatron and I don’t know if I can count on Soundwave when I do! I’m not having much trouble automating our radar based defenses without him, but it’s one more thing I have do myself, and it takes time we don’t have. Suddenly Shockwave’s dragged me into his schemes, and I’d rather train Phoenix but I’ve barely seen her. I can’t sleep, so I try to work, but yes, Knockout, it’s so pathetic to have a slightoverreaction to the slagging base being so dilapidated you can’t even walk thr-”

He suddenly stopped. He flicked a wing. Had he seriously said what he thought he just said? Maybe Knockout had tuned out his rant. He could hope…?

Knockout deflated a bit at Starscreams retort. “That’s not what I mea-” but Starscream continued cutting him off undaunted wich made Knockout irritable again.

Knockout huffed now tireing. much of his initial fight leaving him as his fatigue set in and oposed the prospect of continuing this verbal sparing match further. he rolled his optics shaking his helm at most of it now. Starscream always had to have the last word.

None of it had to do with the actual issue Knockout had with being woken up. all he realy wanted was some peace and quiet to recharge…. was that so much to ask?

He had half a mind to just tune out Starscream now and head for his room and deal with the others temper at his actions in the morning.

And that was just what he had been about to do as he was turning to walk away when his audials caught a terrifyingly familiar name uttered, one he had NEVER expected to be associated along with the rest of their team efforts…

Knockout paused as if he was thinking over if he had realy just heard the other correctly.

Suddenly he whipped back around his optics burning bright red all semblance of fatigue gone, replaced by a burning fury!

“SHOCKWAVE!…. SH- SHOCKWAVE!!!?? WHAT-” he stomped closer anger rattling his shoulders. “DID-” Stomp “YOU-” stomp stomp “DO!!”

Knockout latched onto the thin edges of Starscreams shoulder pauldrons and jirked the seeker down face to face with his porcelain furious visage.

“You said Shockwave!!! You mean the mech who invented PREDACONS! The mech who Whipped out VOS THAT SHOCKWAVE!! What about SHOCKWAVE!? Starscream!??” Ironically Knockout had betrayed his own peace and quiet as his voice reached for new hights.

Knockout released Starscream pushing him away as his own mix of anger, anxiety and fear took hold.

He began to pace not knowing what to do with his Flux of sudden emotions. In this situation normally he could keep his cool perhaps a bit better but this was too much, too sudden and he was too tired to deal with this now! his ventilation systems kicking into overdrive as he neered hyperventalation.

Why would Starscream put them all at such risk!?

Shockwave was a threat he was dangerious to all of them Soundwave had been bad enough but now this! Knockout tried to calm himself but failed for a moment as he held his helm from the onset of a panic attack while he paced Infront of Starscream. He could not believe this!! How could Starscream go behind his back! Wasn’t he supposed to consult him before making a decision like this!! Of course he was! His anger boiled anew.

Clank thunk thunk. CLANK

Knockout in his panic had tripped and almost fallen forward from the offending piece of flooring that had started this whole mess!

“St-pid peice-ofScrap!” He growled through clenched denta and plunged his sawblade into the floor cutting off the offending piece of scrap before chucking it unceremoniously down the hall before a watching Starscream.

A moment later Knockout spun around to again stare at Starscream and spent a few more vents managing to compose himself to a degree.

Once he felt composed he continued.

“Considering neither of us are going to be getting any recharge now…” Knockout spoke calmly despite himself. “Care to enlighten me on this matter too Starscream… since you saw fit not to consult me to begin with!!” His voice sharpened on the last few words.

He waited now forcing himself to calm down before he did something he regret and punch the other in the face that wouldn’t go over well…for either of them. Starscream wasn’t like Breakdown afterall where that might have made a proper point.

But just like Breakdown when he had went off and did something royaly idiotic.

Starscream also had PLENTY of explaining to do!

Starscream’s hopes rose just for a moment as Knockout turned to walk away. But then he paused and Starscream’s wings slowly sank.

Scrap.

He backpedalled as Knockout stormed toward him, flinching and shutting his eyes when he was grabbed. Fighting back didn’t occur to him - his mind was racing to come up with something to get himself out of trouble. Someone jerking his frame and yelling in his face made him scramble for something to appease, and long experience had conditioned him to resist bringing his claws to bear lest he make things worse for himself. “Knockout,” he whispered, opening one eye and motioning for him to be quiet.

He backed away farther when Knockout let go of him, looking around wildly in case anyone else heard them. Knockout might be angry, and he had reason to be, but there were Seekers in his team who would leave, if not kill him, if they heard he had let Shockwave live.

As he watched Knockout stomping around, his own sense of outrage flared back to life. Did he think he was stupid? That all those concerns weren’t ever present in his mind every time he talked to or looked at, or even thought about Shockwave?

He was afraid of Shockwave. But he needed what he could do, and… it was like old times… He really didn’t want to admit any of those things to Knockout. The longer he’d waited the harder it had been to come up with how he should tell him, until it was impossible. Because then he’d have to explain the delay, and face the accusations and berating.

Well now there was no more putting it off, but he still had nothing to say for himself. For a long moment he cast about for some way to begin at least. He snapped out if it when Knockout tripped and handily sawed the broken floor panel off. That was one way to do it, and it brought him enough vindication to defend himself when Knockout finally addressed him more calmly.

“I was going to tell you,” he huffed, drawing himself up. “Shockwave and I both monitor Decepticon channels, and naturally we found each other again. I had no intention of getting into any schemes with him when I asked a simple hypothetical question about the Well of AllSparks. No one here is a biologist. I’ve been trying to think of a way to tell you about it, but I knew you’d react exactly like this.” He brushed himself off where Knockout had grabbed him. “You don’t make it easy.”

“Realy Starscream were you?…” He rolled his optics listening. The nagging feeling of hurt returning. Did he want to replace him as a confidant? No that was rediculous! Wasnt it… He squashed it down.

Starscream continued to explain how this had all come about.

“Otherwise what your saying is you contacted him first… Primus…”

Knockout had been in the middle of pinching the bridge of his helm praying to Primus for strenth when Starscream accused him.

His helm snaped back up and he turned it very slowly to glare, almost baffled at the others ludicay for a moment before he could even bring himself to retort.

“Excuse me?! … hah hah! Iiiii~ make things dificult! Do you even hear yourself! Just uhhg! Just get in the med bay Starscream.”

Knockout quickly padded the medical bay doors open. At the doors swishing open he pointed into the room to indicate he wanted to have this conversation in a more private environment. As he was sure Starscream did as well.

“Leaders first…” Knockout spat.

After calming he realised his reaction could very well initiate a few eavesdropping eradicons soon… of course it was Starscreams fault for droping this on him instead of consulting him first! But Still he sensed Starscreams worry now… they couldn’t risk it that would not be ideal given the subject matter.

Once inside and the doors closed Knockout crossed his arms.

“So I make things dificult do I…? And you don’t supose adding Shockwave to the mess sounds like a sure fire method?” Knockout huffed.

“…what’s going on Starscream, just tell me…” Knockout sighed. “Why in your right mind did you think it was a good idea to contact that psychopath.” His shoulders fell a bit as he fought back the fear and hurt seeping into his voice. His optics on the other hand shown a different story.

why didn’t you trust me…

Starscream glared at Knockout but allowed himself to be ushered into the medbay, ducking his wings only enough to clear the doorframe before flaring them again. Once inside he turned to face Knockout, arms crossed on his chestplate.

“For your information, Knockout, I didn’t contact him first. Well, not on purpose. I didn’t seek him out. It was a comms frequency on a Decepticon channel, like I always look for. Once I knew it was him I couldn’t exactly cut off the channel without trying to find out what he was up to.”

He flicked a wing. That would have been a reasonable time to inform Knockout about the contact, but that wasn’t what he’d done. “Obviously we both suspected each other, and we were both trying to size each other up and see where things stood now that Megatron is gone.” Another wing flick. “We both told very little, and that was that. A short time later though, I was wondering about a biology question, and not a medical one. A… well, one that I would classify as mad science. Who better to ask?”

There was a long pause as Starscream tried to think which the several things that had happened next would upset Knockout the least. None, probably. He shifted and straightened his wings before continuing.

“He called me back with what I thought was an answer to that hypothetical question, but he… tricked me.” The last bit was mumbled quickly and quietly, because now that he’d said it all out loud the whole thing sounded like he’d given Shockwave the idea and then played directly into his hands for an obvious mad scheme. That might have been what happened but it wasn’t on purpose. And he also didn’t exactly have a problem with how things had turned out. He glanced around, not meeting Knockout’s gaze.

“I didn’t tell you because it all just sort of happened and it happened quickly, and… In retrospect I should have.”

“Oh joy more mad science!!! And here I thought you got your fill with me!… Of course he tricked you!! It’s Shoooockwaaaave!!!” Knockout facepalmed with a mild clang.

Despite his internal desire to interrupt further he resigned to listening to Starscreams explanations.

“Yes you should have…”

Knockout tensed when he realised Starscream had not only been in contact but had been meeting with Shockwave no doubt repeatedly for some time from the way he described things.

Happening quickly his aft. Starscream was lieing. He recognized that twitch in his wings.

What kind of crazy biology experimenting was so important Starscream repeatedly risk his saftey and kept it from one of his only confidants?! No matter how interesting a experiment Shockwave presented… Starscream still had been brash and it terrified Knockout to think about the what ifs.

“Starscream…. let me ask you this…” Knockouts voice had calmed but his tone was still serious.

“What do you suppose~ we would have done if Shockwave had tried to pull something drastic against you?… it could have left us all vulnerable without any knowledge as to what could have happened to you!” Knockout was looking at the far off wall in thought while he spoke. As if staring into a ghostly image of his own past.

“You can take care of yourself, but you made youself unnecisarily vulnerable and by extension us, to his subterfuge without a plan B. Without backup.” He paused but for only a moment.

“-And did you consider he’s still in contact with Predaking too? You could be in grave danger every time you are around him.” Knockouts concern filtered into his tone before his voice became hard again.

“This isn’t just about you and that lonely quest for ambition anymore! You have a loyal team who shares your goal! You have Phoenix and the squadron to look after! Stop acting like none of us matter when I know you don’t feel that way!” Knockout yelled his shoulders trembling not unlike the number of times he had failed to hide away his grief.

“This… slag you pulled its, it’s just like your reckless political days on vos before you learned to delegate! Or do you still not trust me to do my job!” Knockout raised his hand to point to Starscream then at himself before his arms flung wide in exclamation.

“You know better! And… I know you don’t want to hear this from me of all mechs… but that’s EXACTLY why I’m here telling you! Because you don’t want to hear it!” He stepped closer looking up into Starscreams optics with firm resolve.

“Starscream, Your too important now to take risks like this! And we can’t help you if you won’t let us!” Knockout looked up defiantly. He knew Starscream was going to be angry at him for this but he had to do something.

Knockout would not allow this.

Regardless of his own insecurities, He wouldn’t stand by and lose another friend to a trecherious enemy because they made foolish, rash decisions!

Not again!

At one point he might not have cared but now?… it terrified him to think how close he- they all had come to that same circumstance all over again.

He wouldn’t let it happen again. even if he had to face down Starscreams wrath to make that point.

He braced himself but never broke eye contact.

Starscream found it very hard to keep his wings flared as all of Knockout’s warnings and accusations piled up on him, but he managed, rolling the building hurt into his anger and focusing it all into maintaining his glare at the medic. At the mention of Predaking his hands began to shake, and when Knockout brought Phoenix into it he clenched his fists so tightly that Energon beaded up on his wrists.

“I know all that!” he yelled when Knockout was finally done. “You think I’m stupid?” They were standing so close together Starscream could easily strike Knockout for talking to him like that, for making him feel, well, stupid. He had taken all of that into account, many times over, every time he considered what was happening with Shockwave. They were things he accounted for, planned for, and set aside, satisfied he could handle it. Hearing it all laid out though, he found himself reeling. Perhaps he’d lost perspective on what was normal, having lived for so long with those sorts of calculated risks always in the back of his mind. But his risks hadn’t paid off… Ever.

He didn’t touch Knockout. Just for a moment, his wings quivered, but he flared them again. “I thought about all of it, Knockout! It wouldn’t be logical for him to try anything against me. Have you considered that everything is different now that Megatron is gone? He even told me he finally realized our former master played us against each other!” He thrashed his wings, trying to shake the recollection of the momentary understanding he and Shockwave had shared. He loathed agreeing with the scientist, even if it meant he was vindicated.

“I hate him, don’t worry about that. My claws ache to pierce his wretched Spark! But he offered me a chance to see the rebirth of my kind - actually see it with my own eyes. I went with him, and I didn’t know what he was going to do, but now he’s working for the Seekers. Let’s just say he owes me and he’s working it off so his death might be less painful. I’m not saying I trust him, because I admit he tricked me, but he needs my expertise this time as much as I need his.” He tried to sell that last point, as much to himself as to Knockout, but found it rang hollow.

“And-” he glanced away just for a moment, casting about for a finishing argument, before returning with an even fiercer stare. “And don’t you dare bring Phoenix into this! I kept everything separate with Shockwave because he can’t know about her. He’d be overcome with curiosity if he learned where she came from, and that’s unthinkable! Let him be in his lab with the Protoform, far away from here! I was figuring it out!” Even he knew that was lame. Compartmentalizing was no excuse for keeping Knockout out of the loop, but up until this very moment, it had made sense on some insane level. Knockout, Phoenix, his team, they were his world now. Shockwave was the past - an ally of convenience whom he was using for his own ends. It was a simple past where he knew what he had to do and who he had to do it to, and at times Starscream still missed it, perverse as it was. If Knockout was placed in that world… a world where Starscream used everyone and his every move was a cynical calculation, then Starscream would only hurt him again.

But now, looking at Knockout’s unwavering glare, his well justified anger and poorly concealed fear, he realized - he had hurt him anyway. He couldn’t juggle a world where he was not alone anymore, a world he still barely understood, and a familiar world where he had nothing - no one - to lose. He’d lose either way.

Finally his wings fell, and he looked down, busying himself with wiping away the Energon that dripped from his wrists. “I know I should have told you,” he said again, quietly now that he was out of excuses and bluster. “I - I’m sorry. I do trust you, and I’m not trying to do this alone. It’s just… alone is how I’ve had to do things. I always lose everyone and it’s usually because of Shockwave. And…” His voice staticked out but he continued anyway. “because of me. I was afraid to tell you. Jetfire left and even Thundercracker left. My Trypticon crew… they didn’t leave; Shockwave butchered them, but I couldn’t hold the station. The stakes were high then, just like now, and they left anyway, or were taken. I couldn’t stop it. I made mistakes… and they cost so much.”

He fell silent, waiting tensely for Knockout to berate him for not trusting him, like he always did. Still, he could weather that, because despite the fears he’d just confessed, he did trust him. He knew Knockout wouldn’t leave him again, deep down, though he feared losing him to Shockwave. Even if the Seekers caught wind of him working with the mass murderer of their kind, and turned on him as a traitor, Knockout wouldn’t leave him. So he’d let him be angry. Who wouldn’t be, having to deal with a mess like him?

Knockouts anger continued to boil as he listened to Starscream drone on and on in traditional outrage of how his insanity was a good idea…

However like a pin to a ballon the building fury suddenly released at 2 simple words.

“I’m sorry”

Knockout took a moment to process what he just heard… the words indeed spoken in true sincerity.

Knockouts shoulders fell in an instant all semblance of heated retort dying on his vocals. Instead he heaved a long tired sigh before approaching the seeker.

“Starscream… I am not Thundercracker or jetfire… and your not alone not anymore…” He placed a gentle palm on Starscream’s shoulder.

“Just because I think you’re out of your processor for dabbling with Shockwave for what possibly could be the most backwards risky unethical scheme to date, doesn’t mean I’m going to leave… besides someone need to stick around to watch the rear.” Knockout smirked with a knowing glint that Starscream would recognize.

“And quite honestly, this whole conversation is completely exhausting for the both of us and at this point I know too much and your not going to kill me soooo you might as well tell me everything now so we can both get back to recharge…” Knockout pulled up a chair inviting the seeker to take a seat before he did so behind his desk.

However before Starscream could begin to elaborate he held up a single digits signaling a momentary pause. During which time Knockout retrieved 2 energon canisters and promptly placed them before filling them with a particularly strong grade of highgrade.

“Cheers” Knockout lifted the canister before promptly throwing it back in one swig.

“Alright, begin”

Starscream waited with downcast optics for Knockout to respond. None of his excuses made any sense and he knew it, but even now he cast about for something to ward off the desperate feeling of not knowing what to do. The medic’s prolonged silence only made him more apprehensive with each passing moment. He was really going to get it, and he was too spent to put up another fight.

He tensed at the touch on his shoulder, not flinching but still drawing inward. Knockout’s assurance that he wasn’t Jetfire or Thundercracker only seemed to crack the welds on those old wounds and made them bleed. Starscream struggled to find his voice, barely managing to mutter, “I know…,” as he turned to face Knockout. He’d spent so long convincing himself that he hated the old friends who had abandoned him, that he didn’t need their help and was better off without them, and now it hurt to recall how earnestly and sometimes desperately he’d sought their advice and trusted them to have his back.

As he watched Knockout move off and offer him a seat, he tried to remember the knack of explaining a problem to someone and… asking for help. Civilizations on countless worlds had flourished and fallen since he’d last done so. Stars had burned out.

The medic’s sly jabs and matter-of-fact insistence that he divulge everything oddly did reassure Starscream. This was Knockout. He wasn’t going anywhere, and even the fact that he’d seen all of the same dangers Starscream himself had seen in the situation was a good start. Freaking outabout them hadn’t helped, but now that the shock had worn off, they could get down to business.

He eased down onto the seat and fussed with his wings a bit, not sure how to hold them.

“All right. I’ll tell you. Just keep it down.” He gave Knockout a sharp look, before taking his canister of Energon and turning slowly in his claws.

“As I said, I asked him a hypothetical question, about what would happen if an implanted Spark were taken from the Well prematurely. I was worried about whether there were any Seekers being born or not, and what was happening with them. I specifically told him not to try it.”

Starscream rolled his optics. “Of course, when does anyone listen to me? Anyway, a while later he called up to tell me he knew for certain that Seekers were being born, and could show me. I… went with him.”

For a long moment he grew quiet, staring into the fuel he held. “The Well was… it was incredible. And sure enough, at the bottom we found one. A Seeker.” He held his hands about three feet apart to show show Knockout how small the protoform had been, and a soft smile stole onto his face. “It was only this big, but you could already the wing roots forming. I was trying to think of when we might be able to venture down again and check on it, when I turned around to see Shockwave cutting it right out of the ground!”

He swept his hand and flared his wings, recalling his outrage at what Shockwave had done. “I didn’t know that’s what he was planning! But sticking it back in the hole it came from wouldn’t repair the damage. It would have died. So…. I flew it back to his lab, where it’s now growing in one of his cloning tanks.” Finally he knocked back his drink and set the empty canister down. “It’s the best thing he’s ever had in there by a long shot. Hmph. Unfortunately it does make killing him more complicated. At least for now.”

Knockout stared optics wide jaw slack… the high grade doing hardly a thing for him when faced with this type of taboo.

Knockouts shoulders were again shaking but his own shock over the horrendous act was enough to keep him quiet for the moment.

That was until the canister in his hand exploded into a thousand pieces despite his obvious restraint.

“He… you both took a newspark… a child… from the Allspark…” Knockout couldn’t look at Starscream but instead his saucered optics cast downward at the broken shards now littering the desk In front of him and the energon dripping from his hand that had accidentally been sliced by a few of the stray shards.

The damage was hardly what bothered him most.

He wanted to yell to be angry again to shake the other and scream his outrage but all he could do was stare in horrified shocked silence for what seemed to stretch on for an uncomfortably long amount of time.

Finally Knockout found his voice once more.

“Starscream… I need to see the protoform… what you and shockwave have done is… I just… take me to the lab we have work to do if that spark is going to survive with Shockwave.” Knockouts voice remained calm now but almost deadened. As if any semblance of personality was being blocked out or repressed.

getting up from his desk Knockout turned his back to the seeker still sitting at his desk while he retrieved a tool to extract the shards from his hand. cleaning it and bandaging the minor wounds he did not turn to face the other as he spoke again quietly.

“I think… you should go- take a flight, should help calm your nerves.” Knockout spoke his tone professional… impersonal.

“I will prepare for tomorrow…” was all the more Knockout spoke leaving no room for debate.

Starscream looked expectantly at Knockout once he’d come clean about everything that had happened. Surprisingly he did feel relieved now that he’d laid it all out. That is, until Knockout crushed the Energon canister in his grip. The Seeker’s wings whipped down, clanging against the back of the chair, and he stood partway, not sure what Knockout was about to do. He noted that the medic was quite pointed about lumping him in with Shockwave, and his wings flared slightly. It wasn’t fair.

“It was mostly Shockwave. I didn’t want to- I didn’t mean to… ” Trying to fill the silence only made it worse, and he trailed off, finally just nodding when Knockout said he needed to see the protoform.

Of course he did, and Starscream wanted him to. When Knockout got up to leave, Starscream started to follow him, relieved to have a new plan, to have help. His restless mind latched onto the idea of getting started and he forgot how tired he was. But when Knockout spoke, he stopped, wings sinking slowly behind him.

You should go.

He was glad, in a way, that Knockout wouldn’t look at him as he stood there at a loss, swinging one fist against his leg and blinking nervously. Knockout didn’t want him around… Perhaps the medic needed to think. That was probably it. But Starscream couldn’t help the shiver that ran down his wings, and he tried to force the memories of all the times Thundercracker had shut him out like that from his mind. It had happened more and more towards the end… This was different though. Knockout said he was going to help. Or perhaps, not so different after all, except that this time Starscream was going to let him.

Finally he turned and stepped toward the medbay door. “Tomorrow then,” he murmured, not looking back as he twitched his wings together and slunk out.

#compiled threads #shocking revelations #cut for length #getting a few more of these done

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feelingsdusk-writes · 6 years ago

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Chapter 3

Stiles is angry. No, scratch that. Angry doesn’t even begin to cover the way he’s feeling right now. He’s livid with white-hot rage and his fury burns with the power of a thousand blazing suns and he’s outraged and he’s…

“… you know how I feel about her and that she doesn’t want to talk to me, and now I find out that she’s coming here every day? What the hell, man?!“

… going to seriously start considering murdering Scott where he stands if he doesn’t shut up and leave.

“I think I was perfectly clear,” he bites out instead, his jaw beginning to ache with the way he’s clenching it. Because, wishful thinking apart, murdering Scott is not a viable option, if only because he can't get out of bed without help yet. “But in case I wasn’t: get the fuck out of my room and don’t come back.“

“Stiles!”

He grits his teeth. The door is open so he doesn’t want to yell because, contrary to popular belief, he doesn’t enjoy causing a scene. Especially so in a public setting where it would reflect badly on his dad, because he’s done enough of that already with the whole Jackson debacle, thank you very much. It doesn't matter if his dad knows the truth now (even if that, admittedly, is a relief), because to the rest of the town the sheriff's son is going down a path of delinquency and if the man can't put his own son on the right track, how can he be in charge of an entire county? Stiles bets there are already countless malicious rumours about why he got shot by Principal Argent (whom they viewed as a very respectable member of the society) and he's not going to add fuel to the particular pyre that is his dad and his reputation. That's what matters right now.

“Are you even listening?!”

From what he has been able to discern from Scott’s ramblings, he had been waiting to find Stiles alone so he wouldn’t be kicked out of the room. Normally, Stiles would applaud any kind of sneakiness coming from Scott and consider it a personal achievement... And maybe said sneakiness, his perseverance and a heartfelt apology would have even softened Stiles' stance... Except Scott's original idea of apologizing had quickly flown out the window the moment he had recognized several items in the room to be Allison’s, which made said apology a half-assed one at best.

Now, if Stiles hadn’t wanted to listen to the apology, he sure as hell didn’t want to listen to unfounded and undeserved recriminations. Again, the problem? He can’t move, so he can’t leave. And when he had called the nurse, surprise surprise, it turned out that it was Melissa on call. That hadn’t stopped Stiles from trying to have Scott removed from the premises, but Melissa had basically told them to not bother the staff with petty childish squabbles and to sort things out already.

That was ten minutes ago and no matter what he says Scott won’t leave him alone. He doesn’t seem to understand that a “let’s forget it, ok?” is as insufficient as using a band-aid to patch a severed limb. And that was before his Allison related rant and wild not-so-subtle accusations.

Stiles is at the end of his tether. His father won’t be back for a couple of hours and with how much convincing it took to make him leave to go home and rest, Stiles is not going to call him back. Allison would be able to reign Scott in too, but she's gone for the day, so there won’t be any help on that front. Calling the nurses will probably get him the same results, so that venue is closed too. His body is hurting everywhere with the way he’s tensing and the pounding in his head is getting steadily worse, to the point that he finds it difficult to keep his eyes open more than bare slits. He wants Scott gone.

Now.

It happens in the blink of an eye. One moment Scott is ranting, the next he's not. Out of nowhere a hand clamps like a vice on the back of Scott’s neck, cutting the rambling abruptly in favor of startled spluttering. Said appendage is connected to none other than Peter Hale, who wastes no time unceremoniously sending Scott out of the room with so much ease that it should be considered insulting. The man stands there for no more than three seconds, his back to Stiles, before closing the door quietly. Scott doesn’t try to come in again.

Peter moves through the room like he owns it and Stiles opens his mouth, praying through the haze of pain that when words finally come out of it, they’re at least vaguely sarcastic and scathing and convey how much he didn’t need the rescue (pride over everything and all that jazz). Then Peter closes the curtains and the light goes down a few notches.

Stiles is so not proud of the relieved moan that escapes him.

It takes him a few moments to notice that Peter has sat down on a chair and is now fiddling with the PSP, apparently settling himself in for a lengthy stay. Peter snorts and sends him an amused all-knowing smirk (that, despite the pain, Stiles has the need to wipe off) at the zombies game before putting the device aside. He then fishes a book out of his bag that would have Stiles drooling and making gimme hands at anyone on any good day and, after opening it, he lays a hand casually on Stiles' outstretched arm.

“That’s two, sweetheart.”

(Damn him, some very far away internal voice whines in Stiles.)

The teen grumbles something uncomplimentary but is too busy enjoying the drug-like effect the pain leaching thingie has. That it didn’t even cross Scott’s mind stings a little and he tries not to think about it. Yeah, Scott doesn’t know how to do it, but what hurts here is that he didn't even consider it.

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When he wakes up the next morning, Peter is gone but the bag is still there, obviously left behind on purpose. It's well within reach and Stiles doubts that's a coincidence. It takes a little effort to lift it onto the bed but he manages it eventually. When he opens it, the only thing that stops him from making an embarrassing hight-pitched sound is his father’s prone figure on the chair. He’s torn between giddy elation at the contents of the bag and exasperation at the werewolf's gall, because those books are either a bribe to get something or he's trying to butter up Stiles, there's no doubt about it.

About an hour later, during which he divides his attention between the books and Lucía Paola's misadventures, Allison arrives. His father takes advantage of her presence to hit home again after some nagging from Stiles. Allison, for her part, seems to lose part of her facade when John leaves, anger and frustration seeping through the placid mask. Stiles is pretty baffled because it's a great contrast with her previously calm attitude, just the day before. One doesn’t need to be a genius to guess where Scott went after being kicked out. After some time in comfortable silence, she finally sighs.

“I’m gonna take a wild guess” she drawls laying her chin on the palm of her hand, “and think that yesterday Scott gifted you with a visit as delightful as mine, yes?” Stiles’ lips twitch. “Or at least that’s what I got out of the load of self-righteous bullshit he was spouting after I told him how you helped me when Gerard tried to get me out of the way.“

And right there, stated with just one word, lies the problem and they both know it. Self-righteous. Scott doesn’t feel he’s done wrong or that he should have done things differently. He thinks that going behind everyone’s back was justified because it was for a good cause (be it defeating Gerard or getting Allison back or being cured) and that because of that everything is right.

In Allison’s case, does he think he’s pressuring her with his attitude? What? Of course not! He’s just letting her know that he still loves her and that he’ll wait for her and that he doesn’t blame her because he understands completely… But the thing is Allison does feel she’s to be held accountable for what she’s done. Because she tried to punish people that didn’t deserve it, because she let herself be manipulated and did horrible things. And Scott may be able to live with it but she can’t. Besides, the way he puts her on a pedestal makes her uncomfortable and stressed because it’s like she has to be perfect to match his view of her, which sometimes makes her feel terribly inadequate and insecure. In a way that is what’s so relaxing for her about Stiles. There are no expectations, just an easy companionship where they both acknowledge the other’s bullshit even if they don’t always call it. Also, to be honest, the way Scott sometimes favors her in detriment of others leaves her with secondhand embarrassment and the need to apologize on his behalf.

In Stiles’ case, does he feel bad about him getting hurt? Yes, of course, but not in the sense of feeling responsible. And Stiles does believe he’s partly to blame because by not keeping him in the loop and actively omitting things and lying, Scott left him vulnerable, left him blind. But to be honest that’s not what bothers him the most, his fucked up priorities are. Before, he expected Stiles to understand and agree when he put his mother first, which, okay, yeah. But the problem is that nowadays everything goes before Stiles: his mother, Allison, Isaac, his wolfy problems, his dates… He calls because he’s trying to keep Derek and himself floating above eight feet of water while the kanima prowls around? Stiles, I can’t right now! I’m having dinner with my future in-laws, can’t you see this is important?! He tries to find a way to cope with the fact that he’s basically destroyed his father’s career with the added bonus of what’s left of his relationship with him? Dude, I can’t believe my mother punished me! I had a date with Allison! What a drag… can you come over to hear me complain about it for hours while you try to force Physics theory down my throat so I don’t flunk? She didn’t say no Stiles after all. Bottom line, either Scott takes him for granted or he feels that Stiles owes him because he got him bitten. And if it’s the second, is he planning on milking it for the rest of his life? Don't get him wrong, Stiles acknowledges his part of the blame in that, but he also sees that Scott got a lot out of it. But then again Scott takes that for granted too, like it’s some sort of compensation for the terrible thing that is not being human anymore. Is it a wonder that he rubs the born wolves entirely wrong with that kind of attitude?

For whichever of those reasons it is, the truth is that both Allison and Stiles concur in that he needs a good reality check.

“Did Peter Hale really threaten him?” she murmurs as her attention gets caught on Marco Enrique's shirtless form as he tends to the horses. She lets out an appreciative hum and Stiles sniggers when that interested look turns into a frown because the view gets interrupted by Mariana Estrella.

“More like tossed him out of here and glared… looked at him," he inserts a Superman eye powers motion with his hands, "intensely into submission. From what I saw, Peter probably doesn’t think him enough of a challenge to deserve a full glare.“ He snorts before groaning. “He implied I owe him. Again,” he whines despairingly as he throws an arm over his face.

He then grumbles mutinously and gives her a dirty look at her snickers when he finally tells her what happened exactly, one of the books clutched in his hands. To her credit, she doesn’t comment about Peter’s presence more than to wonder with Stiles about the man’s intentions. There’s a silent offer of assistance in retaliation if he attempts anything funny that makes him feel warm inside, though.

“If it makes you feel better, I tasered Scott yesterday,” she finally admits, a hint of regret in her voice, because he was her first love and that doesn’t disappear just like that, no matter how much she has tried to lie to herself since her mother died.

After a second, they both cackle helplessly.

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How To Make a Kitchen Knife

Stage 1: Designing, Steel Cutting

Before you do whatever else, you should think of a plan for your blade. I based my plan off of a few best kitchen knife blades I previously had. I made a few changed like the rakish part by the tip rather than a smooth bend, and Im utilizing an African rosewood called bubinga rather than the dark wood/plastic for the handle piece. Something else, its essentially a similar blade: 1/8 inch thick sharp edge, 5.5 inch handle, 6 inch edge. My first sketch was half-scale on a designing cushion, and afterward I did a full scale one to ensure the size felt right, and so forth As should be obvious, it took me a few attempts to get the handle shape right.

There are additionally a few contrasts in the metal itself. Most importantly I’m utilizing 0-1 device steel, and different blades are spotless, however different blades additionally have some metal rib things at the front of the handle, an element that is difficult to make on the off chance that you are simply utilizing a bit of level bar stock as I did.

When you have your plan, you should arrange or obtain your steel and wood. I purchased my steel from Mcmastercarr.com (I love that site). I got 2" x 1/8" bar stock that was a foot and a half (18") long, I think whenever was $35. I had some piece bubinga (the wood I utilized for the handle) laying around so I utilized that. Additionally, in light of the fact that language is cool, the wood pieces for the handle are actually called scales, recollect that. For the metal handle pins I utilized around ¼" mellow steel dowel (you can get this at any nice home improvement shop).

Utilizing estimations from my full scale drawing, I scribed my blade diagram onto the steel with a sharpie. Notice how I got steel that was actually the correct size so I didn’t need to make numerous cuts. NOTE: If you just have one “valid” straight edge in your steel that you can utilize, make this straight edge the edge, not the spine (the spine = level top edge of blade where you can push down with your hand while slashing watermelon). At the point when you get around to honing, you will perceive any reason why you need as straight an edge as workable for the cutting edge.

Stage 2: Belt Sander Rig, Cleaning Up the Rough Cut

The following stage is to tidy up the cuts, and remove the material right to the sharpie layout. After this progression we will have our last blade shape.

To tidy up the handle and the back edge of the edge I utilized a drum sander bit on a drill press, a sanding drum on the dremel, and a seat top processor.

Stage 3: Making the Edge

The edge of the blade is the base segment of the cutting edge (the piece of the blade that isn’t the handle). Pretty simple, I know, I simply need to be certain all the language is straight. All things considered, since we are grinding away, I’m simply going to list the language:

Handle = part that you snatch

Edge = everything except for the handle

Edge = base piece of the edge, its sharp

Spine = top piece of the edge, inverse the edge

Scales = wood pieces that sandwich the metal in the handle and give the handle some meat to clutch

Pins = the metal dowels that experience the scales and look cool (for this blade they give no auxiliary significance)

Alright since that is cleared up, its opportunity to begin making your edge. The ideal activity here is to eliminate material on the sharp edge so it begins 1/8 inch thick by the spine, and tightens directly with the goal that the width goes to zero at the edge. Duh, isn’t that so? As a matter of fact, its harder then it sounds. Props to you in the event that you accomplish this! Mine wound up being around 1/8 inch thick till mostly down, an inch from the spine, THEN it began tightening to an edge. Also, the shape wasn’t even direct (straight line from start of tighten to edge), it bended. I didn’t stress over it to much until I completed it and took a stab at cutting things like onions and apples. Since the sharp edge gets thick very soon in the cut, as connected to gradually getting thicker as the cut advances, you need to push a ton of the thing you are removing as you cut. This makes it so the cut requires a ton more weight then it should. Thus, in the event that you can, get that tighten quite straight, and make it take up the all out hight of the sharp edge.

In any case, first I denoted the centerline of the edge so I realized where to sand to. In the event that you can copyist it directly in the metal that is better, at that point what I did. I just utilized a bit of tape that ran down the whole edge. On the off chance that you dont put some centerline marker and simply attempt to figure, your edge will presumably wind up screwy and not level. Like, when you put the edge on the cutting board there will be holes, a.k.a. you won’t carve completely through certain pieces of the stuff you’re cutting. Hitting that centerline on either side with the shape is vital! All things considered, you dont need to go right to the centerline. I left around 1/64" on either side, which gave a 1/32" level area directly at the edge. In the event that you hone right to a fresh sharp edge, it will be demolished when you heat treat your blade, and afterward you should sand it down and restart.

Stage 4: Making the Scales

I had some extra bubinga from a past task, so I chose to utilize that for the wood scales. Most blades have handles that are .75 ish inches thick, which is 48/64". The metal in the handle is 1/8", so 48/64 less 8/64 is 40/64" of wood. This is partitioned into two scales so each scale should be 20/64" thick. I cut mine around 1/8" or so to enormous so I had some squirm room. Its simple to remove material, its difficult to add it. Continuously blunder on the enormous side! The bit of wood I began with was to enormous so I tore it down on the band saw. I chose two areas which had decent patters and were level on one side (this is significant with regards to sticking the scales to the metal, if the outside of the wood isn’t level, the paste won’t bond too and you will have less surface zone holding your scales to your blade). At that point I followed the state of the handle onto the bits of wood, and cut and sanded them so they were close. Once more, blunder on the greater side, dont attempt to coordinate the layout of the scales to the metal at this time. In the event that you stand by till they are stuck with the wood hanging out over the metal, its simple to sand down the wood straight up to the metal, it takes into account a very flush, professional looking completion.

When I had the unpleasant handle shape in the scales, I bored ¼" openings where I needed the pins (I’m utilizing ¼" metal dowel for the pins). For the interim however, I utilized transitory wood dowels to hold the scales together. I continued to penetrate out the openings in the metal as well. I began with a little pilot touch, and moved to a larger than usual opening so I would have some space to play with when it came to adjusting the scales and sticking. On the off chance that you have a feeling that you definitely know precisely how you need to adjust the scales on the metal, don’t hesitate to utilize the best possible size boring tool for the ¼" pins.

Stage 6: Heat Treating the Blade

To solidify the steel you should initially warm it up to around 1500 degrees F and afterward rapidly chill it off. At the point when you heat it, you are changing the translucent structure inside the steel, and when you cool it rapidly you “lock” that structure set up. On the off chance that you let the hot metal cool gradually (by, state, simply forgetting about it at room temperature), at that point the structure you have made by warming it up will gradually change once again into its underlying structure: a lot gentler structure. By rapidly lowering the hot steel into something with a great deal of warm mass, similar to room temperature oil, the steel will cool [almost] to the touch in a few seconds. This “extinguishing”, as its called, keeps that translucent structure from changing once again into what it was previously, it secures it as it were.

To temper the steel you need to warm it up to around 500 F, let it ‘splash’ at that temperature for 20 or so minutes, at that point let it cool gradually. This low-temperature measure gives you considerably more command over how much the compound structure of the steel changes once more into that gentler arrangement, on the grounds that the steel changes much more slow at lower temperatures. Typically one 'douse’ at 500 F for 20 minutes is sufficient to bring the hardness down from a C65 to a C55 or C60 for full information visit now

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