#let's get this computer airborne

[et-u-motherfucker]

Reblog me when the poll ends so I remember to draw the abomination that we will create pls

reblog for the most chaos PC we can manage

[remxedmoon]

“the merciless cobra. its caustic venom can traverse any distance… as long as it stays out of danger.

…please, pay no mind to those ghastly stains. it must’ve been splashed with paint while my back was turned.”

reptile

1 power - 1 health - 3 blood

2 power - 3 health - 2 blood

sniper - you may choose which opposing space a card bearing this sigil strikes.

touch of death - when a card bearing this sigil damages another creature, that creature perishes.

hidden trait - gemmified

when a sigil is transferred to this card, it becomes gemmified. gemmified cards gain +1 power, +2 health, and -1 cost.

COBRADILE!! this was probably the most fun card to make out of all of them. also probably the prettiest card imo!!! writeup below!!

sniper and touch of death! pretty deadly combo. literally. you can just kill any card you please from any spot on the board. i was DEAD SET on giving her the sniper sigil. it just felt right.

GEMMIFICATION YIPEEE! this is a mechanic from act 3! but mox cards appear in act 2 as well. in base game inscryption, you need to have specific gem vessels on the field in order to activate the buffs (ruby for power, emerald for health, and sapphire for cost) but! mox cards and gem vessels aren’t really. in kaycee’s mod. and it would be super clunky to add them for a single card! so all you have to do is sacrifice a card’s sigils onto her. is this a little broken? maybe. but this is inscryption, literally everything is broken lol

^expanding on this, it still kinda fits lorewise? ka buans do compress their ashes into diamonds after all. let’s say that they compressed the creature into a diamond or something and that’s what’s powering her, idk

ok i’ll stop talking about the mox thing after this. both sif and odile were given mechanics from the other scrybes! siffrin requires bone tokens (grimmora) and odile has mox (magnificus). no sorry there’s nothing for p03. they don’t have computers in the isat world i think. i’m pretty sure.

initially i wanted to make her a stork or an ibis, but. all avian cards have the airborne sigil. which makes their attacks hit the opponent directly instead of their creatures. and that defeats the entire purpose of sniper. so she gets to be a spitting cobra! i think it’s more fun this way anyways. more fun shapes.

also this kinda spoils bonnie’s card a little but!! i put thought into the tribes too!!! the vaugardians (mirabelle, isabeau, and bonnie) are all from the hooved tribe! odile is a reptile and sif is tribeless because they’re outsiders. teehee.

ok patch time. she gets double strike, which makes her attack twice (as the name implies). i chose this in reference to memory of first strike (it just reminds me of it? idk) and also because it synergizes with sniper! you get to oneshot TWO cards in one turn! good god! odile really is merciless

that’s everything important about this card! i know this is long as hell but! that’s what happens when you introduce an entire new mechanic. i guess. anyways alt card art!!!

[loveundrwrld]

m yan business owner (owns a rage room) x f customer reader

f reader is a hyper independent eldest daughter who pays for the most expensive package m yan offers.

m yan is scared but also intrigued as f reader destroys the heck out of the room and caves in the selected weapon of choice (metallic base ball bat) while california here we go by the garden blares through the speakers

i have this scene in my mind where f reader looks at m yan through the security camera situated in one of the upper corners of the room, bat pointed at the camera, “turn that song up now” and proceeds to smash everything as the music plays loudly that it leaks into the other hired out rooms (idk how rage rooms work i want to go to one).

yes i am living vicariously through this request

ok ty

i love this request! ur valid, it's totally okay to be self-indulgent here.

i really like how detailed your request is- i did look up some stuff about rage rooms, which was interesting!

i'd never heard of them before. they do sound like they can be a little dangerous though, anon, so if you go to one in real life be careful- smashing electronics for instance is not recommended irl, there's a lot of stuff in computers and such that are not meant to be airborne. not trying to rain on your parade though, ofc, just do make sure to proceed with caution 👍

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burnt out female reader x rage room owner male yandere

(cw: dysfunctional family dynamic)

you were fed up with everything. exhausted, burnt out to the core. on the palms of your hands there were crescent marks from clenching your fist tightly all day, and your lip felt raw from biting them.

all day you had to do everything- go to your job, listen to your stupid boss's inane requests, drive your younger siblings to soccer or school, and run errands for your aging parents. and what thanks did you get? only a small acknowledgment if any. you were your parent's most "responsible" child, the eldest, so it was expected of you.

you got a job at an early age, and moved out when you were very young. you were hoping that being successful would make you feel better and would make you help you feel better about yourself. make your life feel more full. you tried your best to do everything by yourself, hoping that would make you look like a better daughter in your parents' eyes. and yet, you felt painfully empty. and you knew exactly why.

it was all criticism for you. no praise. even though you were great at your job and highly accomplished, it didn't matter. to your parents, all that mattered was that you could have done better. even though you were no longer living in their house, you could still feel the stress of their eyes on you weighing you down.

you decided that it was about time you have a little stress relief. punching your pillow could only get you so far. and by coincidence, you found an ad for something local that fit your interests- a "rage room." you could get all your anger out easily, and let your real self out. you could forget the mask of the "perfect daughter," if only for a little bit.

you thought for a second and realized that you couldn’t remember the last time you took a day off just for the sake of it. you could just take one vacation day for fun, and then you’d go back to work the next day feeling much better.

and, besides that, you were so busy being a careful, diligent daughter that you barely spent any money on yourself. you had plenty of money stored up, so why not use it?

you decided to just take a chance and do it. you dipped into your ample savings and reserved a room for yourself, and picked the most expensive option- a room reserved just for you, with someone coming in and giving you even more stuff to destroy so you can spend hours smashing as much stuff as you desire. it was the perfect idea.

when you got to the location, you were surprised at how small the place was. it looked a lot bigger on the website... and a lot cleaner, too.

the person that greeted you was a nervous, mousy-eyed teenager. he was wearing coveralls with a little name tag saying “max.” max spoke to you with a small, nervous voice, constantly darting his eyes.

"so, where's the owner? is it you?" you said with a smile, joking, but max only gave you a pained look in response. a sore subject, you guessed. it seemed you weren't the only person here with a terrible boss.

he silently passed you some forms to fill out, which you skim through and sign. it's just a standard liability form, you figured.

once he led you into your room, he handed you a face shield and some heavy-duty gloves, as well as some coveralls to put over what you were wearing. you put them on while he talked about the safety precautions.

you just nodded, your brain turned off. sure, you didn't catch all he said, but it couldn't be that important, right?

"... so, ma’am, make sure you don't get too distracted, or else you could get hurt, okay?" he said, giving you a nervous smile.

"hm. sure. okay. now, max, is there any way i can play some music here?"

---

"stupid parents, stupid fucking job, stupid fucking responsibilities-"

you yelled, smashing into the third television set with wild abandon with your bat. your favorite song was playing on the speakers too, so loudly you could nearly feel the bass through your feet.

this was a great choice! you were already feeling much better. your throat was a bit raw from yelling over the music that was playing over the speakers, and your arms were feeling the burn of swinging over and over again.

your body was pulsing with energy, and you felt absolutely unstoppable. what a great little vacation! who knew being consumed with rage could feel so good!

---

at that moment, unbeknownst to you, someone was watching you from the security room. rhys, the owner of the place, was settled in his security control room, watching around the feeds idly to make sure that everyone was following the rules as expected.

he was half paying attention while he was scrolling on his phone, bored out of his mind, when one feed happened to catch his attention. it was you.

when you first came in, he thought you looked like a typical prim, proper, well-mannered girl. dressed nicely with a tidy appearance, you paid him in advance for a specialty reservation. he thought you were a typical rich girl having fun with her parent's money. nothing too special.

but now, to his surprise… you were smashing everything in sight like there was no tomorrow. you were becoming almost manic in your efforts, forgetting even that someone was in the room with you. glass and metal shards were flying everywhere, and your metal bat was becoming dented as you kept using it with all your might.

a shiver went down him. part of it was fear, of course. he wouldn't want to get on your bad side. but, another part of him was feeling something else as he watched your sweet little face become almost demented as you swung your bat over and over again.

right now, he was beginning to be grateful that he put down cell phone numbers on the forms he made his customers sign. maybe he could give you a little call and ask if you'd like to become a "loyal customer"... or, better yet, he could give you a job offer for a little side hustle…

the door opened, and max came in, interrupting his precious viewing session. he turned to glare at the young employee.

he was always babbling on about the customers, coming in and complaining about them being rude or scary. it was one of the annoying parts of owning your own business- you had to hire other people to help, and with a minimum wage job like this, only squirrelly little teens looking for extra money were applying for the position.

"s-sir, the lady in our specialty room isn't following proper safety precautions, and the music is already way too loud and it's bothering the other customers but she wants it even louder, but when i tried to talk to her she couldn't even hear me-"

rhys waved his hand dismissively, turning his head back around to continue watching the feed of your security camera. his large fingers tapped quickly on his desk, impatiently.

"yeah yeah, so be it. anyways, see that?" he pointed to you swinging the bat on the monitor. "it looks like her bat is almost done, it's so dented it's nearly caved in. you gotta get her a brand new one."

"... s-sir? you want me to go back in there?"

"yeah. what's the big deal? a little broken glass?" he scoffed. "i don't pay you to just sit around."

on the feed, he could see you stopping for a bit, heaving in large breaths. you turned your head, looking around. your eyes widened.

"see, kid? she needs you in there."

you stepped forward to where the security camera was, staring up at it with fiery eyes. your arm came up and pointed towards it.

for a second, he felt like the two of you had a connection. like you knew exactly who was watching you, and was pointing and staring directly at him.

then, your lips moved, mouthing words. you were saying "music... louder..."

he couldn't help but to smile, amused by your antics. you really were something, weren't you?

and now, he realized he didn't want to send max in there. he had a chance to get even closer to you, be around you physically. he didn't want him to be the one doing tasks for you, getting your attention. he wanted all your fiery passionate anger, all for himself.

the fear and excitement just thinking about it ran shivers through his spine, and a coil of heat down his stomach.

"actually, on second thought. i'll be the one to help her out, 'kay?"

[paperweight91]

Accidental exposure to sex pollen + this guy:

Oh my God the thoughts I had when I saw this, why must you tease me with my love 🥰

See it was all a simple accident, you had been called to the mail room at work to pick up a package for your boss. Unfortunately, on your way to his office you tripped and ripped the packaging a bit, not too much, but enough for him to notice as you placed it on his desk. You let out a sneeze as your body began to tingle all over. There was this feeling coming over you and you weren’t quite sure what was happening.

“Did you open this?” Curtis asked as he looked over the package. The worry evident in his tone.

“No sir! I tripped and it may have knocked into something on the way here, but I swear I didn’t look inside or anything.” You were starting to sweat, and it wasn’t just your boss’ intense questioning that was getting to you.

He huffed and now that you looked at him you could see the beads of sweat lining his forehead, what was happening to you both?

“This is a highly effective airborne drug that induces, feelings in individuals and I think we’ve both been exposed.” You tried to listen as he continued to talk about the effects and how long it would last, you really did. But all you could think about was climbing the man in front of you like a tree. You wanted to lick the sweat off his brow and wherever else it had gathered.

Before you could stop yourself you were wrapping yourself around him. Curtis grunted as he tried to push you off, “C’mon Sugar, I need you to keep it together with me. You still with me?” You could hear the strain in his voice as the muscles in his chest and arms strained against his tight blue dress shirt.

When he looked down at you rubbing your thighs together and whimpering to him, he knew you were too far gone to be able to stop. He was approaching the breaking point himself. With a quiet “Fuck it.” He pulled you towards him by the back of your neck. Only lingering for a moment before crashing his lips into yours. Your mind was a swirl of feelings, heat and desire. All you knew was you needed Curtis and you needed him now.

“Please,” you whined, not sure what you were begging for, all you knew that Curtis was the only person who could make it better.

He growled as he ripped your shirt and bra off in one motion, diving into your breasts so he could lick and nip. You began to work furiously to help him remove his shirt and pants needing to get closer to your prize. Once you were both fully naked he turned you around and bent you over his desk. He dropped to his knees behind you and dragged his tongue along your slit. You let out a wanton moan that would surely be heard around the office. He descended to your clit and began to alternate between kitten licks and short sucks as he slipped two fingers into your sopping entrance. You heard him groan behind you as your body stretched to accommodate his fingers. It only lasted a few short minutes before he was pulling away and lining his cock up with your entrance. He sheathed himself fully in one smooth motion that had you keening and arching your back.

You heard him murmur something into your hair, but your brain was too fried to compute what he was actually saying. His hand moved between your body and the desk to steadily rub at your clit as he slammed his hips into you with a force that had the desk shaking. As you got closer and closer you orgasm you were sure you said words, but you were also sure that none of them made sense. Slipping into pleas of “Please” “Yes” and “More”

You were able to warn Curtis just before your orgasm hit, the next thing you knew you felt his release empty inside you. He panted into your shoulder before carefully pulling out and turning you over. He looked you over and went into the washroom adjoining his office to bring a cloth to clean you up. Once he deemed you both sufficiently clean, he picked you up and carried you over to the couch at the far wall of his office.

“This is not how I wanted any of that to happen, but I can’t say I’m mad that it did.” He smiled down at you as he pulled the throw blanket from the back of the couch around you both.

You felt the heat of embarrassment and asked, “What exactly are you doing with something that can do that to people?”

He stroked your hair and pulled you tighter against his chest, “Don’t you worry about that Sugar. Why don’t I show you some of my real moves back at my place.”

So ummm this got away from me… I hope you like it @stargazingfangirl18

[dairy-farmer]

>:Dc

You know~ I was a pondering~ the FASCINATING plot potential of Pink Kryptonite on an ALREADY Hella Bi Kon? When I realized! Why not make it SPICIER~♡?

Because I DO so enjoy? That "thrill and danger of sleeping with a living God. A man who's very body is so strong it not only can crush you, but they have to ACTIVELY try NOT too. Who you touch and it feels like touching living marble." Vibe~! On TOP of Alien Sex and good ol Wholesome Kent Boys!

Because yes PLURAL!

What IF? Suspect research facility? What they up too *suspicious squint*? Why your building lead lined? Gasp! Kryptonite research! Luthor! Fuck, not AGAIN! They are trying to make artificial Kryptonite, because (for obvious reasons) the Justice League keeps finding and DESTROYING any natural supplies.

Infiltration Time.

Superboy(Jon) is NOT allowed to come. But Kon can. In fact, he insists. And? It would be good bonding? Clark is trying to be better. Is still awkward around him. But there is improvement!

Kon, of course, brings Tim. For hacking and mostly emotional support. Also Kryptonite containment if they find any. Batman is somewhere in Prague. Let's go team!

Honestly? It was a terrible fucking idea. Clark should have asked someone NOT deathly allergic to this specific rock to do it. Tim carrys the mission HARD. They destroy stones. Destroy chemical supplies. Research gets copied and obliterated. They barely manage to avoid a few "evil superman" scenarios. Stressful all around.

0 out of 10 stars in Tim's book.

But there is one building left. Well separated from the others due to a heavily redacted "incident" Tim doesn't have the time to decrypt. One left right? And at least they KNOW it's not Red in there. Let's go.

And, see, neither Kon nor Tim have ever SEEN Pink Kryptonite before. Only Clark has. The NATURAL crystals? Made him a rather flaming Queen for a while. He hit on Jimmy. And? The solid, dull, magenta BLOCK of rock in the lab they find? Deeply artificial. Clearly meant to try and REPLICATE Pink Kryptonite.

Hits Clark like a magically backed punch to the lower gut. He can see Kon stumble out of the corner of his eye. Everything feels... warm and pleasant against his skin. Tingly. Oh... oh no.

Kon's hair suddenly looks so nice. Soft and fluffy. Clark's eyes are being dragged over his figure almost against his will. No.. NO! That is his... his SON. Cousin? Clone! Blood! S-stop that! He wrenches his gaze away and... oh.

Oh, Tim grew up WELL, didn't he?

He's leaning over to examine the block. Unaware of two sets of eyes locked like hunters onto him. Effects like Pollen, that he can not feel. It.. IS weird that Kon has stopped chatting though. He was making fun of the lab, wasn't he? Hey, Superboy, what's uuu-? Uuuuh you guys... good?

Tim contains the rock. Quickly. No dice. Apparently the exposure was enough. Will need to wear off. He inches around the two fixated Kryptonians to a computer console. What the HELL is going on? He finds out. Compares it to Bat computer notes. Mixed compound? Likely lack of impulse control...

Well... Shit.

Okay. Okay, don't panic. Just call Lois for Clar-! Tim is airborne. Heeeeey, Supes! Wanna put me down? Gonna just call your wife real qui-. Nah. Clark wants you. He hugs Tim like a teddy bear from behind, carefully of course. Steel bands would be easier too escape. Clark rubs his cheek against Tim's hair and neck. Soft~

Kon? Well HE always really, REALLY wanted to eat Rob out. The guy's super squirrelly. He legit thinks a few dozen orgasms might fix like... SO much about his life. Or at least would help with the constant STRESS. And he LOVES the guy. Plus Kon is GREAT with his tounge! He's been practicing. Getting tips.

And for some reason? He can't think of a reason NOT too right now.

So now Tim is in the air, feet not touching the ground, trapped between two drugged out Kryptonians, and getting his PANTS undone. Kon? Kon, buddy!? Next thing he knows, his legs are being held in place by immovable hands, tossed over his friends shoulders, and Kon is dipping forward.

Hot and wet plunders as it pleases, making him jolt and squirm. But he can't escape. Can't get any leverage. Even if he could, he's being held by SUPERMAN, what good would it do?

Kon's tounge is less relenting then a human's. It's almost like being teased by the wet drag of a toy. Clark is kissing his neck. Holding him easily with one arm, now. The other working open his uniform. His powerful hand sliding in to run lightly, so very lightly, across Tim's chest.

And from what feels like an iron bar digging into his back? Clark has completely forgotten the "no threesomes unless I get to be apart of it and/or watch" rule that Tim is technically not supposed to know about. Lois is going to murder him.

He'd care more, if there weren't fingers carefully working there way into him. Distracting him and starting to melt his brain. Kon CHEATING, using his stupid TTK to run hands that aren't there over skin and press kisses everywhere. And when Kon fumbles open his costume, desperate, hands hovering but not touching. Trying not to GRAB because he's so, so turned on and doesn't even trust himself right now?

Clark just rumbles "I got you" from behind Tim like this isn't surreal. Like he's not about too-. And Clark just crowds closer and slides Tim ONTO Kon like he's some sort of shared toy. Because, Tim is vaguely and hysterically aware off, if KON slide home? He might accidentally break Tim's pelvis! Or worse!

And Kon is gripping Clark's arms hard enough to bruise. Hissing through his teeth as he makes himself stay still. Because Tim feels so, so damn good. Clark is rocking him, steady and perfect as you please, a waterfall of murmured praises falling from him.

Then, when Kon's shuddering apart? His grip relaxing and control returning? He helps Clark. Pulls Tim into HIS arms. Lifts him up and slides him down on to the wet dream of most of the planet. They take turns. It's hours before Tim touches the floor again and by that point they've flown back to the Nest.

Tim seemed tired, after all.

Tim manages to distract them with Needy Demands from their almost medically exhausted fucked out Robin. Manages to army crawl across the bed to a silent alarm. Nightwing, bring the GREEN Kryptonite and red sun lamps or so help me, you'll be down a brother.

*near immediate sound of nearby window crashing open*

FOR FUCK SAKE, I HAVE A DOOR!

Just? The spirit is willing but the flesh is squishy Human, guys. There are two of you. You are both LITERALLY super human! It's in your ACTUAL CAPE NAMES. P-put down the Tim... w-we can talk about this! *ravished like a romance novel Protagonist* oh nooooo~♡ lol

Kon feels moderately bad about it. On one hand? Mmmmmm~♡ Tim sex. Nice. But on the OTHER? Big Oof. Leaving your bed partner one big bruise from Too Much Sexing is BAD. Deeply conflicted.

Would delicious take out from that place you like in Italy and all the oral you desire help? *interested Tim noises*

Clark? Hunted for sport. Lois? Terrifying but moderately understanding. It WAS Kryptonite. But BATMAN? You fucked his baby boy, Clark. Didn't even take him out dancing first. You, a married man, old enough to be his father, FUCKED HIS BABY BOY. *smashs bottle and menaces with the jagged edge* Run.

-🐼🐼🐼

bruce would NOT let clark know peace 😭😭😭

[river-bottom-nightmare]

“i really don’t get why i have to keep doing this,” bruce complained—quite reasonably and collectedly, he was certain. he did not whine.

alfred hummed, flipping through a case file detective gordon had brought him earlier that day. single mugging, married couple dead, no possible suspects. not a shred of evidence connecting it to a crime four years prior. their leads were getting thinner and thinner, but bruce’s will was iron, was a buoy in the water, was was a centuries-old fortress that refused to crumble. he refused to crumble.

though, in a very physical sense, he was close to crumbling right about now. atop a platform, he aimed a grappling hook alfred had given him, (its origins unclear), and shot at a higher platform some yards away. with a click of the trigger it spiraled upwards, loosely catching onto the target, much sloppier than his earlier attempts. to be perfectly fair, his earlier attempts had been an hour and a half ago. catch, lock, leap, then land.

“you stumbled on your landing there,” alfred noted, the barest flicker of a glance upwards. 

“because i’ve been doing this forever,” bruce said. “there are other things i need to learn. other ways i can spend my time instead of wasting it on this—” he gestured, throwing the grapple to the ground. 

“you’re still determined in your idea of a vigilante for gotham, are you not?” alfred asked.

determined? at times, it was the only thing keeping him alive, stoking his soul like kindling, burning up, burning away, turning to ash just to sustain that starving flame. was he the kindling or was he the fire? bruce wasn’t quite sure. either way, “yes.”

“then you will pick up that grapple and train for another hour,” alfred stated simply, little room for argument in his tone. his posture softened a bit as he looked up, though, soft for a man of his demeanor. “have you considered,” he said, “that it’s not a lesson in grappling hooks i am trying to teach you.”

--

“i can do this better than you, you know,” dick said his voice was airy, amused, riding the backside of a giggle. he was careful to let it come out that way every time. still, the taps of his fingers and swinging of his legs betrayed his impatience.

“balance isn’t the point of this,” bruce said, looking up at him. he had a case file spread out on his lap, ever-fond of paper despite the slowly-developing computer the two of them are building in the cave, because secretly bruce savoured the sting of a papercut against the thumb, the reality of it, tangibility in the most piercing way. it kept him grounded.

dick, who had been doing his level best to never once be grounded in his life,  quickly leaped from one ledge in the batcave to another. the grappling hook in his hand had been an unfamiliar weight at first, as in the circus he’d been much more reliant in his own momentum, the push and pull of his own body. after hours upon hours of training with it, however, the grip fit into his hand as though it had been molded for that very purpose. (knowing bruce...)

the two front flips dick performed during the jump clearly hadn’t been missed by bruce. the older man’s lips were pursed disapprovingly, but he couldn’t hide the amusement in the crinkles of his eyes from dick, no matter how serious he seemed to appear. bruce had grown to know dick in the months they’d been partners. he knew how much dick cherished being airborne, how it made his blood pound against his wrists, at his throat. still, the monotony was starting to get to him.

“if there’s a bigger lesson here, i’m not really getting it,” dick said.

bruce hummed, looking thoughtful. “maybe it’s best we practice this outside tomorrow. or, at least, in the city. i think that will help.” dick wasn’t sure how exactly a change in scenery would change the one thing he’d been doing over and over and over for the past two hour, but he swung down to the ground anyway.

“just keep in mind,” bruce said, “the grapple isn’t just a tool to take you from building to building. and a building isn’t just a landing place.”

--

“i have been trained in picking things up remarkably quickly, grayson. that’s enough practice. i have this down.”

even with those words, damian used his new grappling hook to swing up two stories to the next building. dick followed him, choosing at the last minute to follow damian’s example with the grappling hook instead of his own momentum and daring, as he often did.

“that’s not why we’re doing this,” dick said, settling on the stone ledge. damian touched down next to him. “i mean, you could work on your flow from one leap to the next. they’re not as smooth as the could be—” a scowl on damian’s face, furious at being corrected, resolute in training himself until he fixed the issue, trying to hide his inadequacy altogether, “—but the lesson isn’t the grappling.”

“the lesson seems to be very obviously about grappling,” damian pointed out.

dick made an agreeing sort of noise, then seemed to stare at the stone ledge they were sitting on for a minute and a half. “to me, it’s always seemed as if all the buildings in this city are connected.” damian shot him an irritated look, but quelled when dick sent him a gesture in response: just go with it. trust me. “it’s all—it’s all gotham, it’s all the grit and bones that this city is built on. and the grappling hooks are a tool to take us from rooftop to rooftop, sure, but it’s a bit more than that. they connect us to the city, too.”

that, damian could see, the hooks of the grapple biting into the meat of the building, like a flechette striking through the heart of a bullseye, a puncture wound cutting right to the heart, a pinprick in width but hooking on to whatever it finds. it’s an ache he felt far too often, himself.

“yes, i know,” damian said rather belatedly, running his fingers over the scarred building. “so?”

“so,” dick said. “if all of these rooftops we run across like they’re our playground are gotham herself, and our grapples are what cut deep into her skin and bones, then what does that make us?”

and, well, when dick phrased it like that, scraped-raw skin and bruised flesh and and the ever-present thud of a heart, the answer fell to his lips easily. “we’re gotham’s lifeblood. we keep her trembling and shaking and fighting every night. we keep her alive.”

--

this is incomprehensible and far too bold a claim but i’m feeling far too metaphorical and overdramatic today

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[day-at-rhodes-island]

Everybody ready for another theory?

I've talked about how originium seems to be a form of grey goo, crystalline collections of nanomachines consuming carbon and heat to build more originium, but I don't think that's what it was intended to be.

I mean think about it, it's a pretty bad world-destroying weapon all things considered. It might get there eventually, but anything that has trouble digesting living tissues wasn't built to be an ecosystem devouring apocalypse.

No, I think originium was an attempt to create a different theoretical material. I think originum was meant to be computronium.

Imagine a computer of such monstrously vast processing power that anything could be calculated, and to build it all you have to do is feed it carbon and energy. Just stick that bad boy in orbit and keep tossing it material, let it power itself with solar energy and in a decade or so you could be well on your way to making a jupiter brain.

Then something went wrong. Anything that replicates can make a mistake and pass that mistake along, it mutates, becomes something you weren't expecting. One day a single particle made a mistake, made a single nanomachine in a crystalline lattice of millions incorrectly, and it started to replicate. It began to consume the structure around it, not recognizing it as more of itself. The imperfect crystal spread and fractured the once perfect whole, and pieces fell to the world below.

It burrowed into coal veins, blossomed in the heat of volcanoes, and airborne dust seeded catastrophic storms. Over millennia the originium spread further, changed further, developing varied properties and structures, imprinting information into malfunctioning processing lattices, and the people forgot what was once possible, forgot a time before they lived in a poisoned world.

[tinytracys]

Scotty’s Big Day Out

Scott was very excited for the family trip to Airworld Aviation Museum - he even got everyone up at the crack of dawn but then they insisted on making cupcakes before they left the house!

Finally arrived and the first craft was some kind of helicopter… which was fine but not really what he was here for…

The rounded the corner and then - now we’re talking - the Vampire T Mk.11. Scott made everyone else study the schematics before he’d let them in the cockpit…

Then a full inspection inside the craft. Brains wasn’t 100% convinced it was flight-worthy…

But everyone else had a great time poking around…

Then they all went off to explore…

Scott found his favourite straight away!

He just needed some way of getting *into* it…

Meanwhile, Virgil compared some folding wing with those on Two, then had a pleasant chat with Brains about engines…

Gordon somehow managed to locate the only seafaring vessel in the place…

And Alan found a computer game…

A little big-bro-little-bro educational moment:

They all felt the helicopter had seen better days but reckoned as a team they could get it airborne…

John found some reading material…

And then found some antique comms…

The Tinies practised their morse code…

Brains concluded the next craft was in a worse state than Thunderbird 4 after 3 rounds with The Mechanic

While Scott was looking the other way, Kayo found the missile controls and Alan found the… what does this one do?

Scott made an important discovery about this plane…

Coffee time with the YMCA…

Oh and just one more to see on the way out…

[moyvv6cymi6hun]

*A therapy session between Stanley and Cyrus*

Cyrus: you seem to be conflicted about your sister's upcoming wedding mind if I look at your history all I really know is that you and Rodger are both from shadowood Alabama

Stanley: thank you doctor you see Cassie is my twin sister we where close until the day I got my powers when the underlying tensions related to things like my sexuality and beliefs that differ from my family hit the breaking points so to speak

Cyrus: well let's take a look in your mind Palace then and at that memory if you don't mind

*the two begin to watch the memory*

Wicked Wiki

Wicked Wiki

Defying Gravity



Defying Gravity is the finale for the musical's first act, when Elphaba, who until now has seen the Wizard of Oz as a heroic figure who can give her life some noble direction, discovers that he is not at all what he seems. The Wizard's regime, in fact, is waging a propaganda campaign against the Animals of Oz (including Dr. Dillamond), who have been oppressed to such a degree that they lose their powers of speech or worse, never learn to speak at all. (Dr. Dillamond, for instance, initially starts to lose his speech in "Something Bad" when he pronounces bad as 'baaaad,' bleating like an actual goat). Realizing this, and despite Glinda's attempts to dissuade her, Elphaba vows to do everything in her power to fight the Wizard and his sinister plans. She sings of how she wants to live without limits, going against the rules that others have set for her. During the song, Elphaba, apparently cornered by those who are hunting her, enchants a broomstick to levitate and, in the last verse, rises from the stage and levitates above the angered Citizens of Oz, who try in vain to "bring her down." The song is heavily cinematic and comes to a climax for the final verse.

The famous climax of the song features Elphaba flying high above the stage. The staging of the song's in the original production relied heavily on special effects. The actress playing Elphaba was lifted up into the air by a hydraulic launch system, standing on a small platform with a safety restraint around their waist. Both the platform and restraints were concealed by a long false dress made of the same material as the actress's costume, which gave the illusion that she wasn't standing on anything. Black curtains (designed to look like Elphaba's cape billowing in the wind) and carefully designed lighting concealed the hydraulic arm lifting the platform. The sequence relied heavily on around 60 moving lights, smoke, and wind effects to give the illusion Elphaba was flying.

If a computer system for the hydraulic platform did not sense that the restraints were safely closed, the platform would not lift. If this happened, or in case of a lift malfunction, cast members were taught a "Plan B" or "no-fly" sequence where Elphaba runs downstage and cast playing the guards and townspeople lie down onstage to simulate looking up to a now airborne Elphaba.

The Act One finale is "calibrated to get everyone to stick around for Act Two".

The song is widely regarded as being the musical's signature song, although the songs "Popular" and For Good have lived up to its name as well. The musical has generally received thunderous applause after this song due to the song's status as a showstopper.

The song touches on elements from some earlier themes, with Elphaba singing "Unlimited!" as sung in "The Wizard and I" and the Citizens of Oz again singing that "No One Mourns The Wicked."

Alternate  Recordings



Idina Menzel, having reprised her role as Elphaba in the West End production in 2006, released a remixed "pop mainstream" version of the song as a single. It can be heard on her official website and purchased on the iTunes Music Store. The remix of "Defying Gravity" was also the anthem at the 2007 Gay Pride Parade and Festival in Los Angeles; it appears on the official CD from the event.

A German-language version of "Defying Gravity" (called "Frei und schwerelos") was recorded on 21 November 2007 by the Stuttgart, Germany cast of Wicked featuring Willemijn Verkaik as Elphaba and Lucy Scherer as Glinda.

There also was a Dutch version of this song, its never officialy recorded but there are numerous Youtube video's. This song is sung by Willemijn Verkaik.

Kerry Ellis, who replaced Menzel as Elphaba in the West End production of Wicked, recorded a rock version of the song in 2008 as part of a single, Wicked in Rock, designed as a teaser for her debut album. Wicked in Rock is available at the Gershwin Theatre in New York City and on iTunes (Defying Gravity only). It also appears on her debut album, Anthem. 

International Recordings



Cassie:"Stanley, why couldn't you've stayed calm, for once! Instead of flying off the handle!"

I hope you're happy

I hope you're happy now

I hope you're happy how you hurt your cause forever

I hope you think you're clever!

Stanley:

I hope you're happy!

I hope you're happy too!

I hope you're proud how you would grovel in submission

To feed your own ambition

Both:

So though I can't imagine how

I hope you're happy right now!

Cassie:

(Spoken) "Stan, listen to me. Just say you're sorry."

(Sung) You can still be with father

What you've worked and waited for

You can have all you ever wanted

Stanley:

"I know."

But I don't want it

( "No."

I can't want it anymore

Something has changed within me

Something is not the same

I'm through with playing by

The rules of someone else's game

Too late for second guessing

Too late to go back to sleep

It's time to trust my instincts

Close my eyes and leap

It's time to try

Defying gravity

I think I'll try

Defying gravity

And you can't pull me down!

Cassie:

Can't I make you understand

You're having delusions of grandeur?!

Stanley:

I'm through accepting limits!

'Cause someone says they're so

Some things I cannot change

But till I try I'll never know

Too long I've been afraid of losing love

I guess I've lost

Well if that's love

It comes at much too high a cost!

I'd sooner buy

Defying gravity

Kiss me goodbye I'm

Defying gravity

And you can't pull me down!

"Cassie! Come with me! Think of what we could do! Together!"

(Sung) Unlimited

Together we're unlimited

Together we'll be the greatest team there's ever been

Cassie

Dreams the way we've planned 'em.

Cassie:

If we work in tandem

Both:

There's no fight we cannot win

Just you and I

Defying gravity

With you and I

Defying gravity

Stanley:

They'll never bring us down

"Well, are you coming?"

Cassie:

I hope you're happy

Now that you're choosing this

Stanley:

"You too."

I hope it brings you bliss.

Both:

I really hope you get it

And you don't live to regret it

I hope you're happy in the end

I hope you're happy my friend

Stanley:

So if you care to find me

Look to the Western Sky!

As someone told me lately

"Everyone deserves the chance to fly!"

And if I'm flying solo

At least I'm flying free!

To those who'd ground me

Take a message back from me!

Tell them how I

Am defying gravity

I'm flying high

Defying gravity

And soon I'll match them in renown!

And nobody in all of shadowood

No mayor that there is or was

Is ever gonna bring me down!

Cassie:

I hope you're happy!

Shadowood PD:

Look at him he's Wicked!

Get him!

Stanley:

Bring me down!!

Shadowood PD:

No one mourns the wicked

So we've got to bring him

Stanley:

Ahhh!

Shadowood PD:

Down!

.

[bechloeislegit]

25 Days of BeChloe Christmases 2022

Day 13 - Santa Baby

Prompt from FanFiction User RJRMovieFan: I would love a sequel about Beca Noelle Claus and her wife, Chloe Claus (Chapter 6, "The Mrs. Clause" from 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases-2021). Chloe wants to have kids, so she and Beca go to a fertility clinic in "Barden, GA."

Note: I'm asking you to suspend your belief and just accept that getting pregnant at a fertility clinic is quick and easy.

"So, we're really doing this?" Beca asked Chloe as she helped the elves ready the smaller sleigh for their trip.

"We've talked about it enough," Chloe said. "Now it's time to do something about it, dontcha think?"

"You're right, dear," Beca said.

"Of course I am," Chloe said, kissing Beca on the cheek.

"Okay, guys, make sure you set the GPS coordinates to Barden, Georgia, USA."

"We know, Santa," Elf Randy said. "It's not our first rodeo."

Beca glared at him. "You know there are a lot of elves who would love to have your job."

"Santa, leave Elf Randy alone," Chloe said. "He and the other elves have been getting you where you need to be for a while. And they haven't sent you to the wrong place yet, have they?"

"No, dear," Beca said.

"Now apologize to Elf Randy," Chloe said.

"But, he-"

"Apologize. And, make it sincere."

"Yes, dear," Beca said. Clearing her throat, she said, "Elf Randy, I sincerely apologize for questioning your abilities to set the correct GPS coordinates."

Elf Randy stood looking at Santa Beca.

"Elf Randy," Chloe said, getting the elf's attention. "Tell Santa thank you and that you accept her apology."

"Yes, Mrs. Clause," Elf Randy said and cleared his throat. "Thank you, Santa. I accept your apology."

"Good," Chloe said, smiling at everyone. "Let's go. We do have an appointment to keep."

Beca helped Chloe into the sleigh as the elves finished the takeoff preparations.

"This is it," Beca said.

"Let's go!" Chloe said excitedly.

"On Snowcone," Beca called out, snapping the reins.

Snowcone snorted and started running; soon, the sleigh was airborne.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~~

"I can't believe we're almost there," Chloe said, her excitement palpable.

"Engaging the invisibility shield," Beca said as she flipped the switch. "Now, we just need to find a place to land. Oh, there!" Beca pointed out a clear space and guided Snowcone toward it.

The landing was a bit bumpy, and Beca and Chloe were jostled. They exited the sleigh, and Beca made sure the coast was clear before stepping away.

"That was a bit rough, Snowcone," Beca said. "We'll practice your landings when we get back to the North Pole."

Snowcone snorted, lowered his head, and pawed the ground.

"Don't get sassy with me," Beca said.

"Beca," Chloe said, putting a hand on her arm. "We have to check into our hotel and go to the clinic. If we don't leave now, we're going to be late for our appointment at the clinic."

"Oh, right," Beca said, grabbing their suitcase from the sleigh.

Beca took Chloe's hand and pulled out her phone to see where they had to go. "It's this way."

After checking in, Beca called an Uber to take them to the clinic. A short while later, Beca and Chloe made it to the fertility clinic. Once inside, they were greeted by a buxom brunette.

"Welcome to the Barden Family Fertility Clinic, may I help you?" the brunette said.

"Yes, thank you, Stacie," Beca said. "We have an appointment."

"How do you know my name?" Stacie asked, furrowing her brows.

"Um," Beca mumbled, looking at Chloe.

"She read your name tag," Chloe said, pointing at Stacie's chest.

"Oh, yeah," Stacie said. "Of course. May I have your names please?"

"Beca and Chloe Mitchell," Beca said.

Stacie looked them up on her computer.

"Ah, here you are," Stacie said. "You'll both be seeing Dr. Posen. She has a ninety-five percent success rate. Have a seat and we'll call you back shortly."

"Thank you, Stacie," Chloe said, taking Beca's hand.

Chloe led Beca to a seat and sat down. Beca was chuckling.

"What's so funny?"

"Oh, it's nothing." Beca said, looking around before whispering, "It's just Stacie is on both the naughty and nice list. That doesn't happen very often."

"Hmmm," Chloe said, nervously bouncing her leg up and down.

"Are you okay?" Beca asked.

"Yeah," Chloe said. "I'm just nervous. We're about to find out if we can have a baby, Beca. That's huge."

Beca smiled and kissed Chloe. "I love you. You are going to be the best mom."

"Thank you," Chloe said. "I love you, too."

"Beca and Chloe Mitchell," Stacie called out. "Dr. Posen will see you now. Follow me, please."

Beca and Chloe got up and followed Stacie.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~~

Beca and Chloe were both examined and given clean bills of health. They were sitting in Dr. Posen's office to discuss the next steps.

"So, which of you wants to be the carrier?" Dr. Posen asked.

"I do," Chloe said, raising her hand.

Beca smiled at Chloe but spoke to Dr. Posen. "We'd like to use my eggs if possible."

"We can do that," Dr. Posen said. "Since your wife will be the one carrying the child, we can start today on the Reciprocal IVF Process."

"What does that entail?" Beca asked.

"It's a basic four-step process," Dr. Posen said. "First, we will give you both medication to synchronize your menstrual cycles."

"We've lived together for quite some time," Chloe said, chuckling. "We're already in sync with each other."

"Oh, really?" Dr. Posen said. "Well, that's good. So we can move on to the next step and retrieve eggs from Beca and fertilize them. Then we wait a couple of days to transfer the fertilized eggs into Chloe. Do you have a donor in mind?"

"Not yet," Chloe said. "We want to use an anonymous donor."

"Great," Dr. Posen said, standing. "Let's have you take a look at our donors so you can pick one."

Dr. Posen showed Beca and Chloe into a room with shelves of binders.

"What are you looking for in a donor?" Dr. Posen asked.

"We'd like someone with the same color hair and eyes as Beca," Chloe said.

"Okay," Dr. Posen said as she went to a shelf and pulled out a binder. "This binder has brunette men with blue eyes. Take a look through here and see if anyone catches your attention."

Dr. Posen set the binder on the table, and Chloe pulled it to her.

"Once you've made a selection, press the button next to the door," Dr. Posen said. "A light will come on, so we know you're ready."

"Thank you, doctor," Beca said.

Dr. Posen left the couple alone; Chloe opened the binder and started looking through it.

"Oh, I like this one," Chloe said, pointing at the man's photo. "He has brown hair and dark blue eyes like you. Ooo, and he's a doctor."

Beca looked at the photo and nodded. "I like him, too."

"Okay," Chloe said, continuing to look through the binder. She went back to the first photo they liked and asked, "I like him the best. What do you say? Have we decided on this one?"

"Yeah," Beca said. "I'll press the button to let them know we've made a decision."

Dr. Posen entered the room, and the couple informed Dr. Posen of their selection.

"Okay," Dr. Posen said. "Beca, if you come with me, we can retrieve your eggs. Chloe, you can go back with her if you want."

"I want you with me," Beca said.

"Okay," Chloe said.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~~

A few days later, they went back to the clinic, and Beca's fertilized eggs were transferred to Chloe. Once Dr. Posen finished the procedure, she took off her latex gloves and threw them in the trash. She turned to look at Chloe.

"You can take a home pregnancy test in two weeks to see if it took," Dr. Posen said. "If it's positive, take another one. If that one's positive, call and make an appointment with us to do a blood test to confirm you're pregnant."

"Okay," Chloe said.

Beca took Chloe back to their hotel and went back out on her own. She came back with dinner and five pregnancy tests to take home with them.

"I want to make sure we are prepared," Beca said when Chloe saw all the tests.

The next day, Beca and Chloe returned to the North Pole with as much fanfare as if Santa was returning on Christmas Day.

"How did it go," Beca's mother asked as soon as they got out of the sleigh.

"Well, I got Beca's eggs transferred into me," Chloe said. "And we should know in two weeks if it took."

"This is so exciting," Mrs. Claus said, hugging Chloe.

Beca smiled as she joined her mother and Chloe, hugging them both.

The next two weeks seemed to take forever to get here.

"Today's the day," Chloe said and took the pregnancy test into the bathroom with her.

Beca, Mrs. Claus, and Elf Polly paced outside the bathroom door, narrowly avoiding running into each other.

"Beca?" Chloe called from inside the bathroom.

"Yeah, Chlo?" Beca called back through the door.

"I can hear you guys pacing out there," Chloe said. "Go find something to do, and I'll let you know when I'm done."

Beca turned to her mother and Polly, shooing them with her hands. "You heard her, go find something to do."

"I'll make breakfast," Polly said.

"I'll help," Mrs. Claus said.

The two walked away, and Beca put her ear to the bathroom door.

"I meant you, too, Beca," Chloe called out.

"Sorry," Beca said and went to the kitchen to wait with her mother and Polly.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~~

"Congratulations," Dr. Posen said. "You are indeed pregnant."

Beca and Chloe squealed and looked at each other.

"This is wonderful news," Beca said, teary-eyed. "When are we due?"

"If my calculations are correct," Dr. Posen said. "You'll be having a Christmas baby."

"Seriously?" Beca asked, wide-eyed.

"Seriously," Dr. Posen said, chuckling.

"Thank you, Dr. Posen," Chloe said. "This will be the most amazing Christmas gift ever."

"You're welcome," Dr. Posen said. "See Stacie before you leave so she can schedule your next appointment. I will want to see you in three months."

"Okay," Chloe said. "Thanks again."

Beca and Chloe made their appointment and went back to their hotel.

"I'm going to call my mom," Beca said.

"Can we just fly back home instead?" Chloe asked. "I want to tell her in person."

"We can do that," Beca said, kissing Chloe. "Why don't you pack while I go check us out."

"Okay," Chloe said.

A short time later, they were in the sleigh and on their way to the North Pole.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~~

Three months later, Santa's village was abuzz with excitement as Beca and Chloe prepared for their trip to Barden for Chloe's first checkup since finding out she was pregnant.

"Are you going to find out the sex of the baby?" Mrs. Claus asked as they were getting in the sleigh.

"We were going to talk about it during the flight," Beca said. "I think I want to be surprised and not know until the baby is born."

"I feel the same way," Chloe said, smiling as she kissed Beca's cheek.

"I guess we're going to wait and see," Beca said.

"Good luck, " Mrs. Claus said, stepping back from the sleigh.

"See you in a couple of days," Beca said as they started off.

Later that afternoon, Chloe was lying on the table with Beca holding her hand. Dr. Posen was moving the wand over Chloe's stomach.

"Everything looks good," Dr. Posen said. "Do you want to know the sex?"

"No," Chloe said,

"Yes," Beca said.

They looked at each other.

"I thought you wanted to be surprised," Chloe said.

"I did," Beca said. "But I thought about it on the way here, and I changed my mind. I like the idea of calling him or her by name, so we can stop referring to him or her as it."

Chloe chewed her lip for a moment and then looked at Dr. Posen.

"We'd like to know," Chloe said.

Dr. Posen smiled. "You're having a girl."

"Yes!" Beca cheered.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~~

The first thing Beca did once they were back at the North Pole was to tell her mother they were having a girl.

"We're naming her Kristine, with a K," Beca said. "So, she'll be Kris Kringle like dad."

Tears came to Mrs. Claus's eyes. "That's wonderful. He would be so excited to know the Kringle legacy will live on."

Beca was saddened for a moment thinking about her father, but one smile from Chloe brought her back to a euphoric state.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~~

Months passed, and all was well with Chloe's pregnancy. It was December 1st, and Santa's workshop went into high gear, getting ready for Christmas.

Two weeks before Christmas, Chloe had another appointment with Dr. Posen for a routine checkup. Beca was too busy to go, so Mrs. Claus and Polly accompanied Chloe.

When they returned, Beca was pleased to learn that everything was going well and that Dr. Posen expected Chloe to deliver on time.

Christmas Eve was here, and Chloe was at the sleigh to see Beca off.

"Don't have Kris until I get back," Beca said, pulling Chloe to her.

"I'll try not to," Chloe said, kissing Beca. "Have a good night! I'll see you in the morning."

"I love you," Beca said, pecking Chloe's lips one last time before getting into the sleigh.

"I love you, too," Chloe said as the reindeer readied themselves.

Beca called out the reindeer names and snapped the reins. Chloe and the elves waved as Beca took off.

Chloe sighed and grabbed her side.

"Chloe, dear, are you alright?" Mrs. Clause asked.

"Um, yeah," Chloe said. "I think I'm in labor."

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~~

Beca watched as the last batch of gifts magically made their way down the final chimney.

"That's it, guys," Beca called to the reindeer. "Let's go home."

The reindeer glided through the night and were soon landing in Santa's village. Beca looked around to see only a handful of elves to help secure the reindeer and put the sleigh away.

"Where is everyone?" Beca asked one of the elves.

The elf ignored Beca and quickly began unhitching the reindeer. Beca huffed and stomped off to her house.

The elves snickered as she left. "I wish I could see Santa's face when she finds out."

Beca's eyebrows were furrowed when she saw most of the villagers outside her house.

"What's going on?" Beca asked as she made her way through the crowd.

"Get in here, Santa," Beca's mother called from the front door, motioning for her to hurry.

"Did something happen to Chloe?" Beca asked as she hurriedly entered the house.

Just then, Beca heard a baby's cry and her eyes widened as she ran toward the bedroom she shared with Chloe. She burst through the door to see Chloe lying in bed with Kris in her arms.

"Welcome home, mama!" Chloe said.

[eunhathes]

Day 2 - No Time to Explain

Ashkey Breaker looked over to Adela. "Its like I said, Commander. The gate's got enough juice for one last calculated jump. Anything after that needs to be manually mathed.

The blast door behind them shuddered. That massive Hydra and its Minotaur minions were still keen on getting to the Fireteam. And it was bringing the rest of the Martian Vex with it. Adela grimaced, "Then just tell me the computations and I'll do it." She held her hand out like they were a notebook to be handed off.

"Erde," Breaker chided, "you don't have time for me to explain the kinds of math you'll need to manually calculate teleportation trajectory along paracausal leylines, let alone how wide the number crunch gets to solve for translocation via vex network transmat."

"You were always too smart for a Titan, you know?"

"Yeah? And you were always too clever to see through my bullshit. I don't know how to crunch those numbers, either, darling." Breaker loaded the last of her shells into her shotgun. Erde had counted five.

"I can't just leave you here, Ash. To die? Alone?!"

Breaker raised her clenched fist upright and Erde reflexively pressed her forearm against her old friend's. "Titan to Titan; promise me you will make them pay for this." The Awoken woman nodded. As her helmet glimmered back into existence, Ashkey grinned wide and stupid, "Good. Then I promise to make my death worth retelling."

And with that, Adela Erde was airborne and flying through the chamber to the vex gate. Thrown by Ashkey, the move was smooth and sudden. Erde manage to wring herself around in time to watch Ashkey Breaker fling the doors open wide. She could almost swear she saw her grinning maliciously as she drew her shotgun up.

When she landed, it was roughly, against a bulkhead. She scrambled to her knees as the vex gate collapsed with the eruption of roaring laughter. Plunged into dim light, Adela could feel hands against her breastplate. 

Irisi Erde touched her forehead lovingly to her sister's. "I'm sorry, Adela. I heard it all. I…" She stammered, throat aching in the anguish of losing Ashkey. "I didn't realize the core didn't have the charge for all of us."

Adela gasped silently, futilely digging through words to find her thoughts. In the end, she could only hold her sister and sob in sorrow. 

[fixtionvixen]

Sweat rolls slowly down your neck and into the frayed edges of your tshirt as you sit at the desk, trying not to look like a melted popsicle while the tiny elderly woman in front of you bemoans her hectic day. You furtively glance down at the clock on the computer screen, holding back a sigh as you see it's only been a minute since you last checked and 15 since she started talking. Most days, these customers are your favorite. Knowing that these women got dressed up in their nicest outfit, put on their shiny brooch, just to come see you made the long days worthwhile at times. But today, today it seemed as if the universe was pulling a prank on your patience level and how much you could take.

A summer storm had rolled through the previous evening, knocking out half the power in town and leaving the other half to hook up extention cords for their neighbors to use while they waited for the power companies to straighten them out. The streets were lined with bright orange cords and small gatherings in the businesses lucky enough to maintain their electricity. The bookstore however, was not one of them.

Smiling at the woman in front of you while circling around the desk, you grab the books she bought on small town romances and sexy bakers and insist you help her to the car, using the brief moment outside to breathe in the rain air and let the breeze, however warm it is, cool the sweat on your skin. You glance back inside the heated store, hearing your coworker and one of your best friends low tone describing to the electric company on the phone why a bookstore is one of the most important places for the power to be turned back on quicker, her reasons getting more outrageous the longer she's on the phone, just to frustrate the man on the other line. Waving goodbye, you make your way back onto the porch, thinking you'll just close the store to avoid starting a war with an angry electritian, before you notice your business neighbor walking towards you. Had you not been madly in love with your husband, you'd set the town gossip line on fire with this man as every romantic at heart craves a good trope like the baker and the bookstore owner.

Simultaneously thick and lanky, scruffy face that offsets their tamed hair, ripped jeans over black chucks but a white tshirt with pink frosting smeared on it, the next door neighbor was a constant contradiction that looked mean but was sweeter than his blueberry scones. He stops and hands you an orange cord you hadn't previously seen in his hands, explaining his generator allows for extra power if necessary, and he'd hate to see those books get ruined from the heat, casting a glance and smile into the store as raised voices pick back up behind you. Grateful for the offer, you immediately run into the store, past your friend who's head is now fully on the counter, no phone in side, to pull out your biggest fan and placing it near the doorway to pull in the fresh air. He stands near it, causing a cloud of flour or powdered sugar to float into the air off of him and onto the floor when the fan kicks on. He stumbles out an apology while you simply brush his words away, opening your mouth to make a horrible baker joke, only for you to watch in slow motion as your other best friend, in a hurry to make it to the store and not paying attention to the cord dropped outside, rushes up and into it, on her two feet one second and airborne the next.

Before you could make a sound, the baker with his flour dusted hands reaches out and easily catches her, wrapping long fingers around her arm and using his body to break her fall. He adjusts his grip on her, brushing back her hair from her face to look for himself that she was uninjured, knowing full well there would noy be any wounds. They both looked curiously at one another for a moment longer than necessary before they both simultaneously began awkward rambling, him asking if she was okay and apologizing for not moving the cord while she tries cutting him off to thank him for catching her and shooting you a glance that could have said anything from "did you accidentally curse me again to fall" to "when did the baker from next door become a smokeshow." Nudging your friend so she also witnesses this meet cute, you rest your chin on your hand and smirk at the scene in front of you, waving the neighbor away as he strolls back to his store, casting glances behind him only a few times to find her still shocked and staring at his ass appreciatively.

She turns to you in the doorway, mouth still hanging open slightly as her brain catches up to the last minute of her life, before she starts laughing and asking where the margaritas are. The three of you share a look of understanding, a summer day in the heat naturally calls for lime and tequila, and the store that was so unbearably warm becomes more tolerable with your two favorite humans crowding the desk and avoiding asking any questions about the interaction that just happened, waiting to see who would break first while you discuss who's place has power to host margarita Thursdays. You offer to invite the neighbor as a thanks for the power cord, earning you a snort of laughter from one and a gasp and slap to the arm in dismay from the other. Grateful you have such a wonderful set of friends, you laugh off your joke, but still notice how her gaze lingers past your shoulder and out the window that looks directly into the bakery window, perfectly highlighting the man in question. He looks up, catching her eye, and in true contradiction fashion, his face turns red as his mouth ticks up in a grin, shooting her a wink before moving out of her vision. Oh how interesting this will be!

[mercurial--supernovae]

Fuckin' PERFECT code names! XD -☀️

I can absolutely help with the assassination. Since you have wings, it might honestly be easier to get in from above. Keep tabs on if and when any airborne security is thinnest.

This route is even more tempting if the penthouse has a balcony or rooftop yard. You've likely used them in similar contexts before, but to cover all our bases, if your smoke bombs double as EMPs then they're the perfect catch-all tool for disabling cameras and spotting laser wires. Just make sure you send them into a room before you.

Also, luring the prey to where you want them to be is perfect for planning a getaway or ambush. Get in while they're away, and make things juuust off-kilter enough that they'll feel a need to investigate. Ideally done without touching anything directly. Wear gloves when interacting with anything in the victim's home to keep evidence tying back to you to a minimum.

If their back is turned, a hallway or other corridor is a tried-and-true fish-in-a-barrel method for rushing down your quarry, especially if they aren't expecting company. If you're hoping for a more straightforward brawl, infiltrating ahead of time can still allow you to plan for best and worst case scenarios. It's more dangerous and can lead to more evidence against you, but it seems like the sort of option you might be into. Nothing like turning their home turf into your own advantage to get them worked up and fighting sloppy. -🌙

As for the files, it's really handy to have a drive that's coded to download and wipe the computer by default. Trying to do that sorta thing manually can open ya up to an ambush if you're caught with your proverbial pants down. That's me speakin' from experience.

If ya know how to code or know someone who does, it goes a long way to snag yourself one. Offering a cut of the reward money may do ya good to sweeten the pot for any code jockey friends hesitant to mess with this sorta job. Oh, and a friend of mine is insisting I let ya know not to trust any sorta coded drive from someone ya don't trust, 'cause it could be coded for anything from viruses that fuck ya over, to literal ransomware.

ALSO! I almost didn't mention... They may also have passwords or other firewalls on their pc. Your swiss-army drive should ideally have measures coded in for that. -☀️

Good luck. And thank you for the code names. They are pretty fucking fantastic, I gotta say >w< -🌙

"Right, right. Good point Lunar Eclipse. Coming in from above would definitely be my best route. I can straight up avoid most of the security measures that way long as I'm careful playing my cards right.."

Bibi mutters thoughtfully, bringing up a screen in front of them with some building blueprints on it. All six of their hands seem to be focused on a screen, keyboard, or other such task. Their eyes flitting around from thing to thing.

"I think I know a good place for a stake out to monitor the airborne security. Oh or actually Killabyte might be better. Maybe could get me an idea of where everything in the penthouse is located ahead of time too.."

"Oh this is going to be fun."

A small spider esque robot skitters up onto his palm from where it'd been on standby. Kind of bouncing up and down slightly on it's legs in an eager manner.

"Hehe, ya you're excited to be in on the action again too aren't you?"

"As far as a drive goes Solar Flare.. I have a feeling Glimmer won't be too willing to code up anything for me at the moment.. I might know someone else but it may take some convincing. I'll have to look into it. Would be a hell of a lot more convenient than trying to do it all manually. I do have an old kill drive laying around but that sure won't help in the whole back up process..."

"Sure won't get me past any firewall or passwords either. Hacking's her specialty not mine. Hm. Whatever it'll take a few days for everything else to fall into place anyways I'll figure something out."

She frowns for a moment looking pensive, eyeing down the hallway over her shoulder before shaking her head.

"Oh, and I'm glad you like the code names. I usually go with Kill Joy for mine, but you're free to come up with your own if you want to come up with cool contact names. Sure not going to complain there."

[takesuhigher]

Didn't I say please don't send me back there? See, this is what Bizarro World does. I know things will get better. Nah... That's not how this works. While this is ultimately a good thing, being in the middle of it has caused me to be in a constant state of anxiety, like a 24-hour panic attack which is something you'd think I could handle by now, but it's probably just best to accept this for what it is. Me. So, y'know, a powerful prayer would be nice... or a whole rosary. Like, the association is so big that it's hard to even be in my room, let alone on the computer and definitely not on my iPad because the alerts just kept coming in, so I'm having to stay out of my room and there's really only one thing to do out there. Clean. I'll also take a shower. My stomach's been in knots. Ropes. Ain't that right, Airborne Toxic Event guy? Do you think this means something big is gonna happen? That's usually what happens. I hope not. But it's been a pattern, so... It's big.

[dantasunt]

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