#no really it’s a huge awful problem so much debris in space Look it up

[tuttle-did-it]

You know why I don't celebrate anything to do with the space race or the moon landing?

Fucking Nazis.

America sold its soul to win the space race against the Russians by giving Nazis like Wernher von Braun, Hubertus Strughold and Walter Schreiber a pass, and using the 'research' based off torturing, terrorising and murdering innocent prisoners during WWII in the most horrific way possible.

America's victory in space was built on the corpses and torture of millions in concentration camps, and rather than punish these Nazi scientists for their crimes, they were applauded because it helped them win the space race.

And I don't want to hear any 'but Teddy, if we hadn't won the space race, Russia would have won and we'd have ended up in a war we couldn't win!'

We do not KNOW that. But even if that is true, it is still incredibly evil to promise literal Nazis a free pass just because it helps America plant a flag on the moon.

Doing something evil for the sake of winning is still evil.

It would have been one thing if America had recognised this then and publicly acknowledged this. And discussed it in their education with children.

If they'd said to the world, 'we're doing this horrible thing because we believe it will avoid war, but these evil Nazis will go to prison after they help us win the space race [spoiler alert, they did not]. We must recognise the damage and horror that got us here, and recognise that we had to get in bed with the devil to win this, and for this we are ashamed.'

They didn't do that. They've never even acknowledged it. Those Nazis walked away heroes for ‘saving’ America.

And they didn’t even acknowledge the efforts of Katherine Johnson, Mary Jackson and Dorothy Vaughan- the incredible Black women without whom NASA could probably never have done anything. It’s barely acknowledged now. But it is a fact.

This isn’t conspiracy theory bullshit. This is real, literal history. Actual factual history. And children are not taught this in schools. They’re just taught The Great ~Achievement~ made by white men in America.

So.

Fuck Nazis.

Fuck America, France and Britain (and everywhere else) for giving Nazis a free pass just because it was convenient for them.

Fuck the space race.

Fuck the moon landing.

Fuck the education faults of the space race.

Fuck the white washing of Black women who got them there, treating the women like shit, and not even acknowledging their achievements.

Fuck America for getting in bed with literal Nazis and not even educating their own people on this shameful history.

Fuck all the 'science' that was built off the torture and mass graves piled high with corpses of people in concentration camps from Nazis.

Fuck the moon landing.

Hey. Why isn’t the moon landing a national holiday in the US. Isn’t that fucked up? Does anyone else think that’s absurd?

[iamnightduchess]

Hi Queen ❤

I love your headcanons so much and I don’t know if you’ve ever done one of these, but I’d really like to imagine what it would be like if Mikasa and Reiner fell in love after the end of the manga, what this discovery would be like and how they would deal with this!

(Forgive me for my lousy english hahaha)

Hello dear, thank you for the Ask! 💖 It really helps me to envision a more ideal post-ending universe because the potential ending right now does not look promising that both of them will somehow survive (together) because I am foreseeing one of them voluntarily dies to save another person. I hope i'm wrong! 😢 I've only done a tiny snippet of ReiKasa in this Post-Rumbling HC AU. But, here's what I envision how it could possibly be IF they survive & they happen:

Reiner x Mikasa (ReiKasa) Post-Rumbling AU (Gen) Headcanon #16

Before we delve into Post-Rumbling period, it's interesting to observe the tiny moments where the seeds of trust and possibly, love between these two former enemies turned allies might have possibly begun sprouting.

The Rumbling

We've seen the way Reiner had implied on the plane in ch.133, how Eren might want to be stopped by someone. Reiner was using himself as a pretext; an example. If HE was the one with the FT & somehow finding himself unable to control it, he'd want to be stopped by someone he knows is capable of doing so (someone more powerful & stronger than he is) When he said that sentence, he was gazing at Mikasa.

There are 2 implications here, i) He is indirectly admitting in front of everyone that Mikasa is his weakness, like a failsafe. The one he knows who can take him down if he's the one with this enormous power & he's losing control, ii) Because to him, ever since they were younger, Eren is her family & a sensitive subject to her. Him voicing out his opinion and indirectly hinting that Eren is beyond the path of no return will hurt Mikasa's feelings & emotional state.

During the Paths Intermission, the moment Eren basically told the alliance to go fuck themselves, that he will keep moving forward for his freedom, while the alliance members are free to fight him if that is what they want; Reiner was horrified to know that Eren basically confirmed his deduction & how much pain and devastation Mikasa would be in upon receiving the awful truth from Eren himself. Even after pleading to Eren to let her share the burden of his sins, which as direct as it could have been to "I don't want to be so far from you. I want to be with you through both light & darkness inside of you. Please come back to us." Mikasa still believed that the previous Eren that she knew is still there somewhere, which is no longer the case.

The shock-induced tears in Mikasa's eyes - seeing her in pain, hurts Reiner too. He'd knew how heartbroken she would be.

In Ch.135, when everyone was on the verge of dying as they're losing the battle with the raised forms of past titan shifters, Mikasa reached her breaking point & Reiner felt helpless, because he was at his last limit & Mikasa was planning to make herself the primary target just to buy the rest a little bit more time.

There's this woman who's fighting towards an expected death in front of him - any man would be an idiot for not seeing how foolish yet selfless and brave this last female warrior of Paradis was. She's always been a fearless woman who has their backs and protects their fronts. He has never stopped respecting this woman. This might have been the starting point for that seed to have sprouted inside Reiner.

If Annie's timely rescue never came and they truly met their end there, the only regret Reiner has was he couldn't do anything else but watch this woman's final moments without being able to do anything to support her before his own ensuing end.

When Levi, Jean and Connie all collectively & firmly agrees that killing Eren is the only thing that stands between the world's survival, Reiner was silent the whole time. He believed he has no right to say anything, but he saw the vulnerable look on her face the moment Jean reiterated their ultimatum: "We need to kill Eren."

Reiner did what he does best: he took charge. When Reiner told her, "You go help Armin." He was indirectly telling her, "You do what you can. I will shoulder your burden with Jean. Let me be the strength for you to do what needs to be done." This was Reiner's way of telling her, he will carry her burden for her and shelter her from an unbearable pain. Just like how she told Eren much earlier in Paths. Reiner's indirectly telling Mikasa that she's important to him too.

This was the moment that the seed had sprouted within her heart. She realized that Reiner's communicating to her in the way only she would understand. How much she feels for Eren, Reiner feels for her in the same way because you can't give a reason why you care for or love someone. You just do. It just happened without signs. Annie, however, was able to catch that short but impactful interchange between them.

Post-Rumbling

They barely survive the last stand against Eren's final form but they did with Ymir's divine intervention in Humanity's New Dawn.

Reiner sustains extremely heavy injuries on his physical body. Mikasa is emotionally & psychologically affected by Eren's true death.

The remaining humanity struggles to rebuild from the ashes of destruction. It was beyond devastation. The world is almost completely annihilated but hope is a powerful energy. Hope persists.

Reiner sees her grieving - like a pair of wheels suspended in motion - trapped while the rest of the world moves around her. She refuses to eat, she barely sleeps but when she does, she would toss and turn around restlessly. Annie tells him in passing that when Mikasa sleeps, her body contorts and freezes simultaneously like she's in a lot of pain.

Seeing her drifting through the days like a soulless vessel pains him a lot. No one could humanly survived what she had to go through without serious ramifications towards her emotional and psychological state. Mikasa becomes withdrawn and sullen.

Yet, he retains his distance like he always does & watch silently from the sides as Annie, Armin & Jean tried to reach out to her to no avail. Reiner himself is haunted by his failed attempt to hold the Founder's original form down that, in a way, had forced Mikasa to do what needs to be done. He feels responsible that he couldn't prevent her from having to go through those painful yet pivotal moments of securing humanity's survival. The day the alliance managed to save the world, well, the world that she built for Eren inside her heart was destroyed in return.

One day, she mysteriously disappears without trace. A panicking Armin searches on his own but Annie tells Reiner that Mikasa's missing, nowhere to be found. Reiner and Armin later found her at the crater where Eren's last resting place had been. The exact same location where she had to slay him with her own two blades.

Mikasa says that she just feels lost and empty. Like there's a huge dark void inside her body that she can't escape from. She just sits there amongst the dust and debris, staring blankly at a makeshift, unmarked grave. She confides that she's terrified of falling asleep because she sees Eren's face in her nightmares.

Armin wants to console her but Annie holds him back as she notices Reiner already making his way forward and settles himself next to her. Armin understands what Annie was trying to do.

Reiner only tells Mikasa, "You don't have to do this alone...Lean on us." He offers his hand, despite knowing she wouldn't even touch him. "When you feel that you can no longer breathe, I'll breathe for you. If you feel like you're drifting, I will hold you."

It takes her a while but she accepts his hand and he holds it tight in his. Reassuring her that he is here to stay for as long as she needs him to be.

Little either of them know that it would possibly be forever.

It is Annie who helps to bridge these two together with Armin's help.

Ever since the day they talked, Mikasa slowly finds herself regaining an ounce of strength. Reiner talks a lot to her and offers his silent company as they go for walks together so she does not feel alone.

Reiner makes sure that he'll check in with Mikasa from time to time when he's not supporting the remaining forces with rebuilding, too frequent not to be noticed by everyone close to them in the survivor's settlement. However, none of them questions him about it. It is an understood, unspoken notion that Reiner cares a lot about Mikasa, and her for him eventhough she's being subtle about it. Armin could see Mikasa's eyes lit up whenever Reiner is nearby.

Mikasa shares a living space with Annie and Pieck. When her night terrors get too much that Mikasa thrashes around, screaming in pain despite being in a deep sleep, the two former shifters know that they couldn't possibly restrain the Ackerman girl physically on their own. They called for Armin, Jean and Reiner for help. When Armin and Jean hesitate to hold her down, it is Reiner who holds her tight even when Mikasa's unconsciously trying to struggle against him. They could see Reiner's face holding back his own physical pain from fighting against the immense resistance coming from her. But he'd never released his hold until she eventually wakes up and calms down. He stayed with her until the break of dawn.

After that night, however, Reiner seems to be pulling himself away from Mikasa as he couldn't get over his guilt and his helplessnesss as he also didn't want Mikasa to think that he's trying to take advantage of her vulnerability. The problem is, when he avoids Mikasa, she reverts back to the darkness she's slowly overcoming with Reiner's help and he's becoming miserable himself.

This frustrates Armin, Annie, Jean, Levi and even Pieck because it was fairly obvious to everyone but the two people in question that both Reiner and Mikasa are self-sabotaging and self-punishing themselves from pursuing something more than friendship despite their beating hearts calling out for each other.

Mikasa feels she's betraying her memories of Eren and she's afraid of moving on lest she would forget about him. Reiner feels he has no right to offer Mikasa anything more than friendship because she deserves someone better than him.

Mother's Intuition

Reiner's mother, Karina, finds herself naturally drawn to this young woman who seems to have her son's attention, even when he's trying very hard not to be obvious about it. She catches Reiner staring (longingly, she dare say) at the female warrior of Paradis from afar.

Apart from Mr. Leonhardt's daughter, she too, helps to bring her son and Mikasa closer. Karina has witnessed this woman's bravery and have heard from both Gabi and Reiner of her selflessness when she had saved both her son and her niece's lives. Through Reiner's story, Karina sympathizes with the pain this young woman is going through.

Reiner tells her that he feels helpless that he isn't able to help Mikasa and that she hasn't been eating well. Therefore, Karina brings her homemade meal and visits the young woman, wanting to get to know her better. Mikasa doesn't want to be impolite and relents to having the sudden company.

However, the moment Karina holds her hands to offer her comfort, Mikasa breaks down. She had lost 3 mothers/maternal figures in her life: her own, Carla & Hange. For some odd reason, she feels grateful to have an opportunity to be held by a mother again, even if it wasn't her own.

Karina finds herself growing fond of this young woman and deep inside believes that Mikasa and her son are meant for each other.

It is Karina who advises Reiner to fight for his own happiness and her mother's intuition tells her that his feelings isn't as one-sided as he thinks. Karina urges her son to tell Mikasa how he really feels and after all the years of fighting wars for Marley, Reiner needs to fight one last war: the one within his own heart and to win the heart of the one woman who had conquered his.

However, the relief entourage that arrives from Hizuru, led by Kiyomi Azumabito prevents him from telling Mikasa how he truly feels. He knows that she is destined to become the new empress of Hizuru and that her future would be brighter without him being in her way.

Mikasa tells him of her decision to ascend the imperial throne and Reiner feigns happiness for her decision, reassuring her that she will make a great empress and that she would have a better future there. Mikasa takes Reiner's words as him indirectly telling her to move on with her life without him in it.

Reluctantly, Mikasa leaves for Hizuru. Karina is upset that her son is still sacrificing himself & his own feelings even after being relieved of his Titan powers and its curse.

Karina tells him, "You've lived your life for me and for our family, Reiner. Now it's time for you to live for yourself."

Reiner thinks he's lost the only chance he still has left as Mikasa is already en route to the East Sea country. It is Armin who tells him that the Azumabito's ship is still docked at the nearest harbor because Armin has suspicions that Reiner will change his mind.

When Reiner, Armin, Jean and Annie reach the harbor, the sun is almost setting and Reiner finally revives his dwindling courage to tell her how he truly feels about her and he would like to remain by her side if she'd allow it.

Kiyomi forewarns Reiner that if he is serious about her kin, then he would have to sacrifice his newly-found freedom from being a soldier and titan shifter to become prince consort to their new imperial monarch.

Reiner only says, "I am as good as dead without Mikasa and my freedom means nothing if I'm spending the rest of my life without her."

In the sunset of the New World built from ashes, the two young loves finally seize the courage to pledge their hearts to one another with a kiss; the first of the many in their life together, which is only beginning.

*Continues in Pt. II

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Thank you once again for the beautiful Ask! I truly enjoyed working on this ❤ Also, please don't ever feel that you need to apologize to another ESL speaker/writer for the language. We're always learning 💖 Take care! xoxo

[readerficsbyhyaku]

Crossed orbits, may we meet (DJSS x Reader) Part 1

summary

First impressions are the most important, and they tend to stick for a while.

You don't like DJ Subatomic Supernova, your boss. It would even be fair to say you hate his guts. But something happens down the line that makes you... reconsider.

author’s note

Now that i've gotten all the smut out of my system for a bit, welcome to SLOW BURN.

Art by me

It was only your first week of working at the Planetarium, and you hated him. His superior attitude, the way he deemed you stupid and inferior to him, his annoying demands… You were patient, but this guy was rubbing you the wrong way.

And you weren’t even doing a job that required constant interaction with him. You were a technician for his set, so most of the time you just fixed whatever broke, because the Planetarium was old and had been put together as a night club a bit hastily. But DJ Subatomic Supernova – what a pompous name, you thought – also had very specific demands concerning the way his stage was set, and those were the times you had to bear with him.

Rearranging the number of planets for his shows was a thing, but when he asked you again to change the axis of one of them because, quote : “It isn’t accurate to the real one, that’s why”, you were getting a bit pissed. You were here to make sure the place ran smoothly without any of the stage apparatus falling down and flattening someone like a pancake, not babysitting a big… manchild !

You didn’t like to stand out, but your irritation was getting the best of you.

On the first days, you tested the waters by asking your coworkers if your boss was always like this.

“Yeah, you’ll get used to it. Or you could always quit, that has happened too.”

“I kinda need to eat though” you said sheepishly.

“I can understand that” they laughed, and went back to work.

As time went by, DJ Subatomic Supernova began to really get under your skin, and more often than not you started voicing your discontent by mimicking his lines with a high-pitched voice.

By the end of the month, you were openly stating that you hated his guts, sometimes even within his ear range. A part of you wanted him to know how much he annoyed you, so that maybe, maybe he would change a bit.

But of course, he didn’t.

So each day you went to work, angrier and angrier, your coworkers gradually receding from you as you revealed your true colors. Also, you had a belt full of heavy tools and they didn’t want you to use those on any of them as an outlet for your rage.

Your opinion of DJ Subatomic Supernova was now pretty much cemented into “unredeemable asshole” when something happened that made you reconsider a bit.

It was after two rockers had crashed the show and booted your boss out of his place.

The crew didn’t know what to do. The scene was full of debris and most of the equipment was now unusable, even the planets you had so painstakingly adjusted were shattered to bits. Huge gashes marred the screens on the walls, and a chunk of the roof was gone. And more importantly, the district wasn’t NSR’s anymore.

So you waited, and waited as DJ Subatomic Supernova’s assistant tried to contact him, before telling you to stay put until she found him.

He was in a pitiful state when she brought him back. Clothes torn and tattered, his orb cracked, something black and gooey dripping from it onto his chest. He didn’t have the bravado and stature he had before, even if it was discrete. His shoulders drooped slightly, he didn’t puff out his chest as much, if you had to put it in words, he was dimmer. A star that had lost his light.

And for once, you stopped considering him like an annoyance, but like a person. A person that, despite his attitude, had hopes, dreams, aspirations, and could be broken. And truly, seeing him like this made your heart ache a bit.

Once he was back on stage, even though Bunk Bed Junction fans were booing him, he took an instant to look around. He took in the stage, the ceiling, the screens… and the people. You saw him stare at each and every person, and sometimes bending towards his assistant, asking them for something. Then, he straightened a bit and cleared his throat.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I am truly sorry to announce that our nightly occurrence ends today. I am glad to see that none of you were harmed during the battle that took place earlier, and I would like to apologize for putting you all in danger.”

You shared a look with your colleagues.

You were up in the stage lights when the battle had started, so you couldn’t get down. Since you were situated so high, you were perhaps the one that saw the altercation the best. And truly, when DJ Subatomic Supernova’s orb had cracked and the black hole had appeared… You were glad your harness was securely attached to the sturdy steel frame holding the projectors. It was a miracle nobody got caught up in that.

“I would also like to thank all of you for your work here at the Planetarium, and would like to assure you I appreciated everyone’s company during this ballad through space. I hope we can meet again in the future, but for now it is farewell, my friends.”

You could only stare a bit dumbfounded when you heard him pronounce those words. The arrogant DJ Subatomic Supernova, showing respect and thankfulness ?? But at the same time, it sounded honest. It sounded heartfelt, and it stung even more. Despite all the jests, the degrading names… you felt like a door had opened from him to you, a path to understanding, unhindered by social etiquette.

And that made you reflect on your own attitude. Maybe you took everything a bit too literally. Maybe he was just acting as his persona, and didn’t mean the nicknames he gave you and all the others. While you thought that his defeat wouldn’t affect you that much, you found yourself being truly, sincerely sad for him. Empathetic. Because you had misjudged him all this time and been an awful person behind his back. Maybe you were the pompous asshole after all.

You were lost in thought when one of your colleagues, an older guy that was appreciated by everyone, gently tapped your back.

“C’mon, it’s time to go.”

You raised your head, casting one last look towards your boss, and shuffled away with the rest of the crew.

That night, it rained on the Cast Tech district. Big, heavy drops that raced down the windows and drenched everything in grey and cold.

You thought about the open roof of the club and the damage that would cause, even though it should be none of your problem now.

You thought about your coworkers, and how they would react, even though you wouldn’t see them the next day.

You thought about how your heart felt like it was torn open like the Planetarium and emotions were gushing through, that you wanted it or not.

You couldn’t stop thinking about DJ Subatomic Supernova.

[satanschild01]

No All Might? That’s Alright Prt3

Izuku Midoriya Fanfiction                                                          

A/N: In all honesty this took me way too long just to finish writing this chapter, but I pushed through so I guess it’s fine. I’ve created a AO3 account recently and I’ve posted all of my previous fanfictions there so if you want to check me out, you can find me as SatansChild

Hope you all stay safe and wear a mask if you can't physically distance.Hope to update soon!

Catch you on the flip side ~ Em

Photo used in this fic was referenced from original picture from anime, I did draw this photo jtlyk

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Trigger warning: Talk about death

Word Count: 2633

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After making sure all of the blood was no longer on his uniform, Closing his eyes, Izuku steeled himself to walk into the All Might shrine that was his room. Sure, he still wanted to be a hero, and he admired All Might’s strength, but he couldn’t stand to be surrounded by posters and figurines of a man who couldn’t offer any sort of encouragement to a child who clearly needed it. Izuku pulled some cardboard boxes out from his closet and started filling them with everything All Might. Oboro didn’t make a sound during the time he cleaned out his room, which he was grateful for. Even though he could just feel Oboro wanting to ask questions. 

“So what are you going to do about all this stuff?” Oboro asked as Izuku changed his All Might sheets with regular black ones “You seem like such a big fan...it just seems like a waste just to keep it all in boxes.”

Izuku shrugged his shoulders.”I’m not much of a fan anymore.” he lied to mostly himself rather than to Oboro, “I guess I’ll just donate the stuff later.” Once his walls were finally bare, Izuku stuffed the now full boxes to the back of his closet and flopped onto his bed. The room stayed silent for a moment until Izuku broke the ice, “I don’t want to intrude on your personal life…but can you tell me about yourself?” he asked

“Well for the fact that I witnessed and helped you with some pretty deep stuff, it sorta would be rude if I didn’t tell you something about my previous life,” Oboro said cheekily

“H-how long have you been...you know…” Izuku paused not really wanting to complete the question.

“...dead?” Izuku nodded “I was in my second year of high school when I died and I would be 29 by now so...close to 12 years I think?”  Izuku sat there on his bed frozen

‘12 years is a long time to be a ghost or spirit to not have passed on, that is if people actually pass onto another place once they die’ Izuku thought to himself

“I was patrolling around Tasomiya Ward with one of my best friends when there was a villain attack...I was working on saving some kids when debris fell on top of me...when I woke up I was like how I am now, I couldn’t find my body anywhere so I just...travelled around…” Oboro seemed to quiet down at mentioning that he never found his body to move onto another life, so Izuku thought of ways to change the current mood of the room.

“So you were a hero in training or something?” he asked, face full of wonder, Oboro hummed in affirmation “What school did you go to?”

“I went to U.A”

“Wait really?!” Izuku exclaimed excitedly, “that's so cool!”

They continued talking and asking questions back and forth, before falling into a comfortable silence. A few minutes past before Izuku took a deep breath

“I...I’m sorry,” Izuku said quietly, slowly curling into himself

"Why would you be sorry kid?" Oboro’s voice was full of confusion. But Izuku only curled in on himself further.

"If it wasn't for me you wouldn't be stuck here." As if anyone wanted to be bound to some stupid Deku...like him. And here he thought it was a whole coincidence that Oboro was with him. But instead, he just took whatever type of freedom he had to begin with.

"Hey, no! Stop that. Izuku that's not true! I'm here because I want to be!" The warmth spread all over him and he couldn't help but lean into it. “I said I'd make a hero out of you and I still plan on it."

Izuku looked up only to see the ceiling of his room, lifting his arm up to the sky and let it just float there (like what every kid does while laying on there bed contemplating on what to do next). "I wish I could see you again."

Oboro hummed. Seeming to think something through. "I don’t think there’s much out there since I was only a second-year when I died, but there could be some photos of me with friends or an article"

Izuku seemed to take that as a challenge as he went to his computer. "What did you choose to be your hero name?"

"Loud Cloud."

After scouring the web for a couple of minutes nothing showed up except for an old article from the Nikkei Shimbun newspaper, reporting the death of hero-in-training Loud Cloud. Izuku quickly exited that site choosing to search for something different. “What’s your full name Oboro?”

“Oh that’s right I didn’t tell you my full name, it is Oboro Shirakumo” Oboro replied

“Oboroshirikumo...oboroshirikumooo….here!” Izuku exclaimed pointing at the monitor’s screen. “This photo was tagged saying ‘Curry eating competition at U.A’s School Festival. Winner Hizashi Yamada from class 2-A!’ it also says the names of the people in the photo are; Shota Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada, and Oboro Shirakumo.” 

“Oh, I remember that!” Oboro cried out laughing “The curry was soo spicy I was freaking out because I couldn’t find anything to soothe my burning throat!”

“So that’s you in the back then?” Izuku asked pointing towards a teenager who seems to be freaking out.

Oboro chuckles “Yep, the other two were my best friends!”

“Yamada looks sorta familiar what’s his hero name?” Izukku asked, curious on why the 16-year-old looked so familiar to him

“Unless he changed it before becoming a pro, which he probably would not, his hero name is Present Mic.” 

Izuku sputtered “W-wait you were close friends with THE Present Mic?!” Oboro hummed in agreement while Izuku had his miny freak out “

“Oh my god that is socool!Ilistentohisradioshoweveryday,andhe’ssuchanamazinghero,likeevenifheisdeafduetohisquirkhedoesn’tletitbotherhiman-” He stopped hearing the sound of laughter coming around his room and his lamp flickering

"Aw jeez, that’s amazing Hizashi got to get that radio show he wanted." There was a quick blast of warmth flooding around his back and chest resembling a hug. "Well anyway, you should probably head to bed. You have a busy day ahead of you tomorrow and a long way to go before you can have a chance at being accepted into UA!"

"What are you going to do while I sleep?" Izuku asked, eyes slowly drooping.

"I'm going to see how far I can go without being next to you, and have a look around and exploring a bit. No need to worry. I'll make sure to be careful and be here in the morning." He seemed to pick up on his anxieties. Izuku felt warmth as Oboro slowly pet his hair back. "Goodnight, Izuku." 

The next morning Izuku woke up to warmth pulsing on his right cheek. "Hey kid it’s time to get up! You have training to do! Up and at ‘em!" Oboro’s voice was overly joyful and Izuku felt very unwilling to get out of bed.

"Mm...just a bit longeeeer." He groaned turning himself over facing away from where he guesses Oboro is standing (floating?).

"Fair warning Izuku my jokes are terrible, everyone at school would always runaway once I started and I haven’t been able to talk to actual people in so long! If spaghetti were to have it’s own action movie, what would it be called?.... Mission im-pasta-ble. What did the pot eat on it’s birthday?....pancakes. What do you call a camel in a drought?....A dry hu- "

Finally, Izuku jerked up, covering his ears. “Okay. Okay, I’m up! No need to finish that.” His face started to burn a light pink across his face, (knowing what the end of the joke was) as he started to kick the blankets off only to turn towards the window and see barely any light outside. "Wha- Oboro!! The sun isn’t even out yet!"

He turned glaring into thin air hoping to make contact with him.

"Yes, it is, Izu. It's just reeeally early in the morning. There is plenty of time for you to get ready and eat before we go out for a morning run!" He was being weirdly energetic about the whole ordeal, but Izuku knew he wouldn't take no for an answer.

Heading to the bathroom, Izuku ran a brush through his wild curly hair and brushed his teeth. Going back to his room, Obroro pipped up. "It's a bit cool outside so I suggest you wear some long sleeves."

The entire way to his closet Izuku muttered incoherent things. In the end, he opted to wear a plain black shorts and a long-sleeved shirt with written kanji saying 'tank-top' with his old dusty sneakers because his red sneakers were still on top of the roof.

Before heading out Izuku ate some toast and an orange. If he got hungry later on their run he could always eat more when they got back. As Izulu started to leave the apartment Izuku tripped over an unmarked box that was just left in front of the door.

"Ooo I wonder what it is!” Oboro seemed quite enthusiastic as Izuku went to open the box revealing his faded red shoes and yellow backpack.

"Wai-how-who found my stuff?" Izuku asked immediately putting the bag by the door and quickly changing between uncomfortable and comfortable shoes.

"I don’t know, when I got back from wandering around the package was just...there."

"Maybe someone found it and found out where I live from my contact info and address was written inside…?” Izuku wondered out loud.

“I guess so,” Oboro said looking to the bright sight of things.

‘But what if it was...All Might. Yeah, I’m glad that I don’t have to go back up there to collect my things but...I don’t want to have to depend on All Might to help me with my own problems.’

“Hey don’t think like that Izu! I know you’re not a huge fan of the guy, but you don’t have to beat yourself down like that. I know you’re better than that” Oboro spoke sternly trying to make a point, but that soon backfired as warmth spread through his body.

“Hold up- could you always hear my thoughts?” Izuku questioned as he started to jog away from the apartment.

“So far I can heat some things. Like your thoughts that way heavily on you emotionally. But it could possibly work to talk to me through your mind. So you don’t look like a freak talking to themselves.” Oboro quickly informs Izuku as to not worry him.

Sighed Izuku. That was true. Though he kept thinking about it as he jogged. As they passed Dagobah Municipal Beach, the sun had started to rise. Taking in a deep breath was the wrong reason as Izuku cringed from the awful smell of garbage. Despite the smell, Izuku took a break, taking a seat at the entrance.

"Oh gross. What is this place?" Oboro asked with a clear sound of disgust in his voice.

"Well," Izuku started."This is Dagobah Municipal Beach Park. It has accumulated trash coming from the sea for years, turning it from a beautiful beach spot into a trash heap for everyone's unwanted or broken belongings." It was really a shame. As a kid, Izuku recalled going to the beach. Lie under a beach umbrella, making sandcastles. But by the time he was tall enough into the water, it was already flooded with trash by then.

"That's terrible." Oboro seemed deeply upset about this actually. It made Izuku want to do something about it. But before Izuku could voice his thoughts Oboro spoke up.

“Hey Izu, could we make a quick visit to a convenience store?”

“Sure...what exactly do you want me to get?” Izuku asked, despite having an idea what Oboro was thinking.

“Well...you’re going to need to get some garbage bags and some gloves.”

Izuku then dashed towards the nearest convenience store with determination in his eyes. A frail-looking lady turned the key to open the doors as he walked by. Causing her to recoil in slight shock, Izuku realized that with his rapid approach he had frightened her. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I'd just come to purchase some garbage bags and some gloves.

The older woman seemed to soften something about his face as she smiled and opened his door. "Sure thing, they’re both in the last aisle on your right."

Before she went inside, Izuku thanked her and smiled back. He quickly found what he was looking for and brought a box of trash bags and a pair of workers gloves onto the counter.

"What's the hurry, son? Why do you need trash bags this early in the morning? You aren't trying to cause trouble are you?" the old woman pointed to Izuku with an accusing finger, and he shook his head quickly.

"Oh no, ma'am! I thought that I could just try and clean the beach up! I passed it while I was on my morning run!" Izuku assured, voicing Oboro’s plan

At this, the elder woman gently smiles while scanning the items. “Wow, is that right?” she said astonished, “ You know how long that place has been a mess? What makes you believe you can do it all by yourself?"

Her words weren't really painful, she was just being realistic. He knew she was right. He certainly had no obligation to clean up the beach. He could have just ignored it and easily went about his day. But he knew if he wanted to be a hero then he would need to start off the roots of how heroes came to be. How they used to work. Heroes in the beginning didn’t do what they did for fame. No. They didn’t care for the recognition they would get. They did it because they just wanted to help.

“That’s the thing, ma’am. I thought that it wouldn’t hurt to try. It’s also a great way to work out, instead of having to buy workout equipment or get a gym membership!” Izuku brightly smiles towards the lady as he handed her the money to buy his items.

“Well, I wish you luck, kid. I’m guessing that you’ll need a place to put the trash you collect.” She stated, Izuku smiling sheepishly at her rubbing the back of his head she continued, “There are two dumpsters in the alley behind the store, they get taken every Monday.”

"Thank you, ma'am!" Izuku said genuinely as he headed for the door. He didn't think too much about how he would dispose of the garbage, so it was good to have one offered.

Oboro began to laugh as Izuku jogged back towards the beach. "Cheaper than having to buy workout equipment or get a gym membership! Man, how true that is nowadays!”

The first garbage bags were packed very quickly. broken bottles, cans of beer, old and rotting newspaper, all of it was poured into the trash bag. Plastic, paper, glass, etc. Izuku could take them to a recycling center! He was already pumped about this new project when Oboro spoke up.

“Hey, Izu, before you toss that into the bag” placing his hand on Izuku’s making him feel warmth blossom closest to the soda, can packaging he was holding in that hand. “make sure you cut each circle so if they end up in wildlife again then animals won’t get their heads stuck inside.”

Izuku's eyes lit up as he started to tear apart each loop before placing it in one of the bags used for recycling. Soon Izuku had used up a quarter of the box of trash bags gone and only had 6x5 feet rectangle cleared of the beach.

[post-itpenny]

Bad Ending Timeline

@grotesquegabby hope I got Alex’s reaction to things right uwu

Alex had gotten bored and decided to hop around the time stream, visiting a reality he had not touched before.

As he popped into existence the first thing he noticed was that the walls of his home were missing.

Second thing he noticed was the fact that everything was missing.

The Earth was nowhere in sight save for the chunks of rock that floated in space and fragile remains of atmosphere that floated in an empty space in the bright light of the sun. Alex himself floated amongst this debris taking it all in with mild surprise. Wasn’t the first time he had encountered a destroyed planet. He was certain this reality’s version of him and Belinda would have gotten off planet in time, hope the others made it as well.

“Whelp,” Alex sighed as he leaned back with his hands behind his head. “Sucks to suck I guess.”

There was a feeling, a pulse. Something was there. Very much alive amongst the wreckage of the planet.

Alex was aware of a swarm of deadlights approaching. What he had thought was the sun was actually one bright mass, shifting into a million things at once and nothing at all.

Alex smirked, this must have been what destroyed the planet, so why were the lights so familiar?

“Hey there, how's it hangin pal?” Alex greeted.

The light stopped, “what?”

It spoke in dozens of voices at once, an echo chamber of sound that was painful to the ears. But the question was a dead giveaway, no wonder the thing felt so familiar.

Alex laughed in surprise, “oh shit, Pie is that you?”

The light shifted, Magpie was huge. Towering over Alex in her form. Ethereal as she glowed from the inside out, long hair floating around her like a halo.

“You know me… how nice… to be sought out.”

Alex’s smile faltered a little. Something wasn’t right, why did she have so many lights? Why was she alone?

Magpie reached out to touch Alex’s cheek with fingers far too long for her hand. Alex planted his feet on a chunk of rock and pushed off and away. “Whoa now Pie, it’s tight and all to see you but give a dude some space you know what I mean? Personal bubble and all.”

Magpie seemed hurt, retracting her hand with a sad frown. But there just wasn’t something right. What was off besides all the extra lights-

Wait.

“So Pie I gotta ask, where’s your family and all?”

Magpie gave a small frown of confusion, “why?... Why do they… matter? I am here… me.”

Alex nodded, “yeah and I’m glad you’re here definitely. But you’re alone, where is everyone?”

Magpie stared at him, her expression unreadable. Alex couldn’t lie it was just a little creepy, he had a suspicion where she gained all the extra lights.

Magpie suddenly moved with an unnatural speed, Alex barely moving out of reality and shifting back to his own just in time.

But… this….

Alex blinked, he was in his home but apparently a house party was taking place. How rude, not being invited to a party at his own home. But it was amazing no doubt. Alex grinned at the people flowing out of the different rooms; human, Deadlight, and otherwise. The music pounding and lights shifting into a thousand different colors even he didn’t know was possible. Alex also couldn’t help but notice he felt- different.

He looked down at his hands, the power brimming at his fingertips, as if he was back to his old self. The grounding lifted.

Alex grinned, best day ever.

Someone bumped into him, Alex turned and spied Magpie, his Magpie. She grinned before moving away into the crowd. Alex moved to follow her but stopped, overwhelmed by the presence of too many lights in one spot.

Alex frowned, so he didn’t actually return to his own timeline. But the power he felt seemed so real, how?

“You can keep… it… a gift.” Magpie whispered.

Alex spun around, the glowing Magpie stood behind him. The partygoers turning to her in awe and adoration.

“For you… am I not generous?” Magpie questioned, “am I not… wonderful?”

Alex frowned, he felt a pull, the offer and it’s trade off becoming clear. He remembered once his Magpie got drunk off adoration in his club. Perhaps this was what happened in a reality where she had been outright worshipped. A goddess with no one to praise her.

Alex stepped away and the world around them crumbled, power leaching out and away. Alex sighed, well it was nice while it lasted.

“Not cool Magpie, not cool at all. Not my problem you wrecked the damn planet.”

Magpie frowned, the facade of sweetness fading away to something angry and desperate.

Alex smirked, “no need to be trippin now Pie, you got your family to keep you company and all don't you?”

Magpie grinned, it was unsettling the way her mouth stretched from one ear to another and her fingers dug into the skin of her own chest. Cracking open a hollow rib cage to reveal a mass of lights.

Alex spotted what he could sense as being Peregrine almost immediately. He also noted what he suspected to be Magpie’s ex mate. To be honest, he didn’t feel much remorse for the dude. But then he spotted six lights huddled together- Vespers.

“Ah shit you really ate them all didn’t you? Got the munchies then?” Alex chuckled. His laughter dying down at the sight of a powerful group of deadlights that seemed to be doing laps around the others. As if in a vain attempt to protect them.

Oh.

“Fuck,” Alex swore, “you ate your elder didn’t you? Damn Pie what did you do?”

Magpie closed her rib cage without a trace of any injury. “He said… he said he didn’t like… what I had become… how rude.”

Alex smirked, “pretty sure eating the dude was rude. Any of the other oldies come pay a visit?”

Magpie frowed, “no one has… come… I am alone.”

“Probably cause you bugging out and all Pie,” Alex observes with a shrug. “Gonna be honest with you for a sec homegirl. You’re kinda crazy.”

Magpie glared at him. “Alexander,” she hissed, “I’ve seen your heart... I can give… anything you ever desired… I can give… what he stole… what you deserve… just give me… what I… I deserve.”

“You want me to worship you?” Alex laughed in disbelief, “what’s a goddess to a nonbeliever Pie?”

This was apparently the wrong thing to say, she moved towards him with lightning speed, mouth opened wide to reveal rows upon rows of teeth.

Alex popped out of reality and back to the safety of his own timeline. Appearing back in his home, Fanny curled up asleep on his couch.

Alex flopped down next to the creature with a sigh and scratched its head. For a long time he stayed there, soaking in the reassurance that this time he really must be home.

Right?

[imjustthemechanic]

The French Mistake

Part 1/? - A Visitor Part 2/? - The Kulturhistorisk Museum Heist Part 3/? - Cutscene Part 4/? - The Marvel Cinematic Universe Part 5/? - Breathless Part 6/? - Escape at Last Part 7/? - Fox in Socks Part 8/? - Things Go Wrong Part 9/? - Downey and Out Part 10/? - Road Trip Part 11/? - Temptation Part 12/? - An Awful Reunion Part 13/? - Unreality Intrudes Part 14/? - A Call for Help Part 15/? - Loki’s Guests Part 16/? - Stan Lee Cameo Part 17/? - Reassessment Part 18/? - Midnight Invasion Part 19/? - Elevator Fight Part 20/? - Courage Part 21/? - Unwelcome Back Part 22/? - Darkest Hour Part 23/? - They Are Here Part 24/? - The Jet Propulsion Laboratory Part 25/? - Word of God Part 26/? - Avengers Assembled Part 27/? - The Houston Underground Part 28/? - Houston has a Problem Part 29/? - Onward and Upward Part 30/? - The Chi’Tauri Queen Part 31/? - Through the Wormhole Part 32/? - Prisoners Part 33/? - Arm’s Length Part 34/? - A Moment’s Respite Part 35/? - Ravagers to the Rescue Part 36/? - What Happened to Hiddleston

Honestly I have no idea what I’m doing anymore.  This fic has gotten totally out of control.

When the crystal captain said he was coming to get them, he apparently meant that literally.  Moments later, with he communication channel still open, there was a tremendous explosion.  Thor found the screen that showed the mother ship behind and below them, and enlarged it.  Something that must have been the Ravager ship had just burst out of the mothership’s back like an alien larva, and its guns cut a swath through the floating Leviathans.  Steve had to make a sudden turn to avoid being next.

“Ah, there you are!” said the crystal being.  He was sitting in his chair as if relaxed – it was Miss Alpha and the crocodile creature whose hands were on the controls.  “Get close to us.  We’ll tow you out if we can just avoid their tractor beams this time.  Miss Alpha’s promised me an algorithm for that.”

“Okay,” Steve swallowed.  He brought the Leviathan around and followed the Ravager ship.  It got closer and closer, revealing itself as a brushed gold vessel, shorter and fatter than the Leviathan.  When it came within a hundred yards, a series of harpoons shot out and locked onto the Leviathan’s spine, rattling the whole structure.  Alarms blared, and Thor looked for a way to silence them but couldn’t find any.  The Ravagers reeled them in, and Steve gently took his hands off the controls.

“Whoops, here comes a beam,” said the crystal captain.  The Ravager ship swerved to the side, yanking the Leviathan behind it.  “You got those jump coordinates, Vark?  Will they fit in the bubble?”

The crocodile grunted.

All around them, the little tow ships were gathering.  These may not have had weapons or may not have had any powerful enough to take on a Leviathan, because they did not fire, only flew circles around them, trying to force them back towards the mother ship.  Steve hit a couple, and they bounced off.  The Leviathans that had been re-crewed were swimming in to join them, though, and those almost certainly had weapons.  Huge turrets on the mother ship were rotating, taking aim.  As Steve had feared, once they’d moved, they were immediate targets.

“Hang on to your asses!” said the crystal being cheerfully.

That was the only warning they got before space turned inside out.  One moment, the Chi’Tauri ships were all around them, and then the stars stretched and snapped back into different places.  The screens fizzled and flickered, and Steve felt as if gravity came back, pulled him in several directions in quick succession, and then vanished again.  After a very long, stomach-churning few seconds, the displays came back to life and they were once again able to see what was outside.

There was a bit of debris floating around them, perhaps from tow ships that had strayed inside what, for want of a better term, Steve was going to have to think of as the ‘warp bubble’, but otherwise they were clear of the threat.  The Ravager ship was hanging above them with the harpoon lines connecting them to its belly – it reminded Steve of a photograph he’d once seen in a magazine, of a hawk carrying a fish as big as it was.  Below them was a planet with one hemisphere in shadow – or at least, it looked that way at first.  As they drew closer Steve realized it was only, at best, two thirds of a planet.  Almost half of it had been sheared away along a straight line by some unknown cataclysm.  Yet impossibly, the remaining part seemed to still have an atmosphere, and Steve could see city lights.

“Where are we?” he asked.

“Haven,” said the crystal captain.  “Don’t go too near the edges, they’ve got it propped up with a time dilation field but it’s still doing its damnedest to collapse back into a sphere.”

When Steve looked closer, he could see that the edges of the crack around the planet were glowing and molten.  It still had oceans, too… he wondered what kept those in.

“Hang tight,” said the crystal captain.  “I’m calling a friend of mine and he’ll find us somewhere to land.”

Hemsworth evidently felt that something was expected of him.  “You have earned the gratitude of Thor,” he said gravely.  “We will sing of your deed in Asgard.”

“As long as my paycheque is equally epic,” the crystal captain said.

Their escape from the mother ship had been of necessity quick, but the process of landing on Haven was much slower, and the crystal captain was apparently not interested in keeping them informed of his progress.  He got his ship into orbit, then shut down the communications link so he could call his friend on the ground.  With the Leviathan still tethered, all the refugees on board could do was sit and twiddle their thumbs.

For that reason, Steve, Thor, and Hemsworth headed back down the tunnels to check on the others, who turned out to be hiding in the tubes that led down to the small vehicles.  Hemsworth rapped on the edge of one.

“You can come out now!” he said.

One by one, they reappeared – Johansson and Evans hiding in one tube, and Natasha and Hiddleston in another.  Hemsworth went to a third and pulled out Loki, who groaned at being handled.  He appeared to be recovering, although he was still very pale.  His eyes flickered open, and Thor drifted over to give his shoulder a squeeze.

“Brother,” he said.  “Do you feel better?”

Loki mumbled something in a foreign language.

“Excellent,” said Thor, and moved on to Hiddleston, who didn’t look very well, either.  “And how are…” Thor began, then did a double-take and reached to touch Hiddleston’s shirt.  For the first time, Steve realized there was a brown stain on it, and also on his green scarf.  Was that blood?  Hiddleston was fully conscious but still looked sicker than Loki, despite inhabiting a far more durable body.  What had happened to him?

“Was that always there?” Steve asked, as Thor touched the bloodstain.

“Probably,” said Hiddleston hoarsely.

“It was,” Johansson said.  “I saw it when we were back on the big ship.”

“Where did it come from?” asked Thor.

“My mouth, I think,” Hiddleston said.  “While they were questioning me.”

The word questioning made everybody stiffen.  They could all tell that was a euphemism, and knew exactly what must have really happened.

“Questioning you?” asked Hemsworth, moving closer.  Steve suddenly realized that Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston were probably good friends… or at least had a solid co-worker relationship.  Neither of them had ever tried to kill the other.  The complicated and violent history between Thor and Loki was, to them, nothing but a fiction.

Hiddleston squinted at Hemsworth.  “Which one are you?” he asked.

“I’m Chris,” Hemsworth replied.

Hiddleston looked from him to Thor and back again.  “They didn’t question you?”

Steve, Thor, and Nat glanced around at the other actors, at Evans and Hemsworth and Johansson.  They were shaking their heads.

“Shit,” said Evans.  “Tom, what did they do to you?”

Hiddleston reached for the wall to steady himself, but his arm wasn’t quite long enough.  Instead, Hemsworth put his arm’s around his friend’s middle and braced both of them so they could stay upright in the lack of gravity and face the others.  Steve observed that this was something he’d never expected to see – Thor in full armor, cradling Loki against himself.  It wasn’t the weirdest thing that had happened this week but it was close.

“I figured they must think I was Loki,” Hemsworth said.  He coughed a little and cleared his throat before going on.  “I thought I was dreaming, or that it was something like… what’s that movie again?  The one with the aliens who like Star Trek?”

“Galaxy Quest,” said Evans and Johansson at the same time.

“That one,” said Hiddleston with a slight nod.  “But they showed me to Thanos, and somehow just by looking he could tell I wasn’t right, I wasn’t the real one.  He was angry, and the aliens were terrified of him.”  He sounded as if this puzzled him, and Steve had to admit, the idea of terrified Chi’Tauri was an odd one.  “He told them not to come back without the real Loki.  So they figured I must know, and they put me in some kind of…” Hiddleston twitched as a shudder ran through his body just from thinking about it.

Johansson grabbed Hiddleston’s hand.  “We’re right here, Tom,” she said.  “You’re okay.”

He took a deep breath.  “I don’t even know what it was.  Like something the Spanish Inquisition would have used except it never actually touched me.  I just shouted over and over that I wasn’t Loki and I didn’t know where he was.  I tried to make myself wake up, but I couldn’t.  Pretty sure I threw up a couple of times.”  He touched his stained shirt.  “They let me out for a while and then I could think, and I told them that if I was where Loki had been, then he must be either in the Rockie’s filming or else at that convention in Calgary.”

“Right where they first showed up,” said Nat.  “Of course.”

“I wonder how they found the right universe,” said Steve.

“It matters not,” Thor decided.  “Only that they did.”

They hadn’t felt a need to torture and interrogate the others, because none of them knew anything useful.  Thanos only wanted Loki, or at least he had at the beginning.  “Did they say anything about the tesseract?” asked Steve.

Johansson was horrified.  “The man is suffering!” she told Steve.  “Don’t go throwing more questions at him!  They already did that!”

“We need it.”  Natasha put her hand on her double’s arm.  “If we’re going to get you guys back to your world, we need the wormhole to work, and it needs the tesseract.”

Steve shook his head, though.  Scarlett was right – he’d been premature.  “We can let him rest a little while,” he said.  “We’ll have to wait until Loki comes to, at least, so he can switch our bodies back like he promised.”  Steve still wasn’t sure he trusted Loki to do that, even after Loki had saved his life twice.  “Otherwise we’ll have to find our way to Earth and have Wanda do it, but we’ve gotta get you guys back to your Earth eventually.”

Johansson sighed.  “Right.  I wonder if they’ll let me quit.  The Marvel universe is a nice place to visit but I definitely don’t want to live here.”

“If it helps, we feel the same about your world,” said Natasha.

“I like the big where you have multiple options available for body-switching,” said Hemsworth.

“It’s always good to have a Plan B,” Steve agreed.

“Says the guy who doesn’t even have a Plan A most of the time,” Nat observed.

“I did see the tesseract,” said Hiddleston.

The banter had been on the verge of starting to make everyone feel a little better – Hiddleston’s statement deflated that at once.  All eyes turned to him.

“You did?” asked Steve, leaning closer.

“Yeah,” said Hiddleston.  “When they…” he cut himself off, and gave a high-pitched giggle that descended in a few seconds of coughing before he could finally explain what was funny.  “They abducted us!  We were abducted by aliens!”

“Oh, good,” groaned Evans.  “He’s never going to stop talking about that.”

“You saw the tesseract,” Steve prompted.

Hiddleston coughed a couple more times, and nodded.  “When they separated us.  They took the others… I guess to that prison room… but they took me and the tesseract to the big female’s room so they could show us to some kind of hologram of Thanos.  He said they would have to use it to get the real Loki, so the big one said she would keep it safe for him personally.”

“Was that on the same ship as us?” asked Steve.

“I don’t know,” said Hiddleston.  “I don’t remember leaving it.”

That meant the tesseract was probably still in the big queen’s chamber on the mother ship.  Hat was where they would have to go, then, to retrieve it… unless they just gave it to Thanos in the mean time.  Hopefully the Chi’Tauri would interpret his instructions not to come back without Loki as meaning they couldn’t deliver the tesseract either.  But they were going to have to go back, into the lion’s mouth so to speak, to get it out.  Hopefully Steve could at least do it in his own body this time.

A sound reverberating through the Leviathan’s structure got everybody’s attention – a clunk followed by a bang of something striking the outer hull.  Steve pushed himself back up towards the cockpit, and the front view showed him that the Ravager ship was pulling its harpoons back in.

“Oh, good, there you are,” said the crystal captain.  “I got us permission to dock.  Follow me.”

[sanctferum]

Dangan Ronpa V3 Chapter 5: Free Time and also Probably Shit Going Down

Last time Kaito came up with a Bad Idea, and Maki’s tragic backstory was even more so. Let’s go hang out with Keebo now.

Keebo’s lack of super strength is because of an accident during trial production of what became, well, Keebo. Interesting.

Keebo’s eyesight is average, his strength is lacking, but he must have some cool functions! Like, if we put our hand up to his mouth, he, um, starts making a weird noise? Ah, his “breath” from his mouth functions as a dryer. More interestingly, both his hands can turn into multi-tool devices. 10 tools for each hand. His fingers can detect aromas, like a human nose can, and he has a built in music player. But the thing he’s most proud of is his design. It’s compact and lightweight, allowing him to move around like a human AND have all those functions.

Night-time announcement, huh? Featuring no one at all. Monokuma’s already waiting for us at the gym, I bet.

Outside we meet up with Tsumugi, who is wondering if the parts in Keebo’s lab can be used to give him combat abilities so he can support Maki in the conflict…Keebo said he doesn’t want any sci-fi upgrades, though, so most cool stuff is out.

In the gym, there’s a pile of weapons from Maki’s lab. Kaito starts to give an encouraging speech about ending the killing game, but is interrupted by a familiar laugh. Good news: it isn’t Monokuma. Bad news: it’s Kokichi. And he is also planning to end the killing game. I somehow doubt he intends for us to escape, however…

Kokichi came prepared with some weapons of his own. Four mallets and a grenade. Fuck.

Kokichi threatens to blow us all up if we make any sudden moves. As for why he’s here, it has to do with the regulations. The killing game will continue until there’s only two people left. But, there’s nothing in the regulations (this time around) limiting a potential culprit to a certain number of victims. Which means…Kokichi can kill us all and beat Monokuma all in one swift move.

Kokichi offers to let us survive, though. One of us. If a maximum of two people can survive, then only everyone other than Kokichi and that person will have to die. Someone could theoretically save themselves. Whoever raises their hand first will get to live.

We all refute his offer, of course. But Kokichi thought we’d do that. He just wanted to see if we were as determined to not kill as we were making ourselves out to be. And then he offers to lead us to the Ultimate Anti-Monokuma Weapons, which we can use to beat Monokuma. Electrohammers. Miu’s final invention. One hit from them disables any electronic machine on contact. Watch out, Keebo!

Something’s weird here. If Miu made these, why didn’t she fight Monokuma and the Kubs with them rather than taking part in the killing game?

When Kokichi asked Miu to make these, she did, but refused to fight alongside everyone. She thought someone would betray her for sure. Plus, the Exisals were still active.

So Miu made the electrohammers. Kokichi’s bomb, too. The bomb is called an Electrobomb. When detonated, it scatters particles that interfere with electromagnetic waves. It disrupts electronic devices within 50 yards for up to two hours. It doesn’t leave behind debris, and there’s 3 of them. As for the hammers, once Monokuma is taken care of, we can use them to fight our way through the underground tunnel and escape. They’ve got limited battery, so if used against, let’s say, an Exisal, they’d work but also become regular mallets afterwards. It takes 24 hours to recharge.

Kokichi denies knowing anything about writing the horse a message in the courtyard, even though it clearly has his name on it. If he’d written the message, wouldn’t people suspect he was the mastermind? So then, what motivation would he have to write it? He claims it was probably Monokuma’s doing.

Maki’s had enough, and in an instant, has picked Kokichi up by his throat. She isn’t buying a word he says. She only lets him go after Kaito yells at her to stop. If she kills him, she’ll be executed, and the killing game will have continued. Kokichi claims we’re all his friends, and walks away, leaving the electrohammers behind. Yeah, I’m not convinced.

Maki tells us not to believe a word Kokichi says. But Kaito is considering it. He’s almost out of time, though the way he phrases it makes it sounds like the time limit is Monokuma and not himself. We all decide to at least try it. We grab the hammers and go. Everyone is too excited to notice that we left the huge pile of weapons behind in the gym.

In the boiler room, Keebo is concerned about the hammers with regards to himself. Not the right time to try it, Keebo.

Down the manhole! Kaito is excited because if we escape, we can finally fulfill Kaede’s wish.

After several tries, we make it through. At the end is an electric barrier covering a door that looks eerily like the one at the entrance of Hope’s Peak in DR1. We don’t have a passcode for the terminal, so we opt to open it via electrohammer. Beyond the door is the outside world, and boy does it look to be in bad shape. Everything is lit by the ominous red glow of fire and meteorites, and there’s not a living soul to be seen. And there’s no breathable air. We quickly collapse, but before we can suffocate, the door closes and locks. As we force our eyes open, we see that Kokichi followed us. He’s ready now to tell us the truth we’ve all been trying to reach. That the outside world we were trying to reach no longer exists.

Meteorites, raining down on Earth. When Kokichi says “end of the world”, he isn’t exaggerating. And in the end, the leaders of every nation on Earth gathered to create the Gofer Project. A project to build a space-faring vessel, and put humanity’s last hope on it, and hope that one day it would find a habitable planet. In other words, we’re all that’s left – everyone else is dead. That’s what Shuichi’s memory of “I want to die with everyone else” was. He wasn’t the only one. In order to avoid the awful fate of surviving alone, the Ultimates erased their memories. This was around the same time that a certain cult was rising in power. A cult that believed humanity deserved its encroaching extinction. In order to sabotage the Gofer project, the Ultimate Hunt began. To counter that, the government claimed all the 16 students had died, hence the funeral memory. And so the project went forward. The Ark launched, and it left behind a planet which, before long, had no one left on it. The Ark, also known as The Ultimate Academy For Gifted Juveniles. A spaceship colony hosting the remnants of the human race.

But the Gofer Project had made a mistake. A horrible, terrible, mistake. Out of the sixteen survivors of the human race, one of them was secretly the leader of the cult. It was they who prepared Monokuma. The students were only supposed to wake up from their cryogenic sleep once the Ark found a suitable planet, but Monokuma returned the Ark to Earth.

So there It is. The horrible truth. We still don’t know Rantaro’s talent, though. I somehow doubt it was Ultimate Cultist or something really obvious.

And it only gets worse from there. Not only was the ruined hellscape we just saw Earth, but it’s Earth hundreds of years in the future. We’d been cryogenically frozen for centuries.

On this Earth there’s no lifeforms but us. No oxygen either, hence us almost dying. The rest of humanity went extinct hundreds of years ago. Our family, our friends…they’re all dead. And that’s the secret of the outside world.

And one final thing. The cult leader wasn’t Rantaro after all. Instead, it was the other possibility that I thought of. Kokichi Oma. Finally, the title of Ultimate Supreme Leader makes sense.

Kokichi ran the cult. Kokichi had Monokuma and the Kubs created. Kokichi is the mastermind behind our entire situation. After all, why ruin the Gofer project when you can utterly destroy it? That’s why Kokichi wanted the 16 last humans alive, himself included, to kill each other and fall into despair.

We refuse to believe this, so Kokichi decides to prove it. He takes a remote control out of his pocket, presses a button, and summons the Exisals. And just because the Kubs were the only ones who could control the Exisals doesn’t mean that rule applies to the mastermind…

Kokichi was so excited to see everyone’s faces when they realized he was the mastermind. To hint at it, he left the “horse a” message.

Kaito goes to fight back against the Exisals with the electrohammer, but all the hammers power down at once. Kaito, screaming in futile rage, rushes at Kokichi. Shuichi and Maki can only watch in horror as one of the Exisals smashes it’s hand into him. Kaito is alive, thankfully, but now Kokichi has ensured that we see how useless defying him is. Ironic thing is, the Exisals were meant to protect us, in case of danger on other planets. Of course.

Maki leaps into action to save Kaito. Shuichi attempts to stop her, but *Silver the Hedgehog voice* IT’S NO USE

OK, we managed to convince her. But still, what now?

Kokichi got bored of the killing game. That’s why he decided to reveal the truth. And now that he’s seen our despair, he’s satisfied. We can do whatever we like. Kill, don’t kill. Live on, commit suicide. Be friends, be enemies. He doesn’t care anymore.

The End Wall showed us the outside world beyond it, but that was as much a lie as anything else. It’s a pretty picture that simulates the outside world.

Kokichi plans to imprison Kaito somewhere. His hotbloodedness could convince us to rise up against Kokichi, and also could cause problems that might make the killing start again. He forces us to hand over the remote control for the Exisal hangar, where he plans to imprison Kaito. Maki tells us not to, but we end up doing so anyways. There goes our other significant friendship. Shit.

We try talking to the others. Keebo’s panicking, Tsumugi’s falling apart, Himiko is sobbing and has once again lost the will to live, Maki thinks we’re a coward, and Shuichi can’t bring himself to fight back against Kokichi, because what’s the point?

The killing game we played, and everyone’s deaths, were all pointless. Kaede’s wish has disappeared into the void. All we have now is despair.

Each of us goes back to our rooms, empty and broken.

And when morning comes, the announcement plays, but no one is there. Monokuma is simply no longer needed. We lie in bed all die, staring blankly at the ceiling, till the evening announcement goes off.

When morning comes, Shuichi doesn’t get up. He just lies there, wondering if it’s even worth doing anything. Eventually, he comes to the conclusion that it’s probably better to just kill himself and be done with it. But as that thought comes into his mind, his doorbell rings. It’s Maki. She tells him to go to the dining hall, where everyone is waiting. Shuichi’s curiosity gets the better of him and he goes.

Five people. Kaito’s not here, Kokichi’s not here. Everyone looks the same: dead inside. We can barely exchange greetings before the conversation turns to the most painless way we can kill ourselves.

Maki found the flashback light. Where?

On top of the table in the dining hall? She just found it there. Weird.

Maki offers to help us all die peacefully, on the condition that we check the flashback light first. If we’re all going to die, we might as well finish all our business before we do. So that we can die without regrets. And it can’t be dangerous, can it? There’s nothing for us to lose anymore. There’s not even a shred of hope anywhere.

We turn it on, and the light envelops us. And we remember. Everything is connected. And in that memory, we see a building.

That’s…that’s Hope’s Peak Academy. No mistaking it. I suddenly don’t understand anything?

The Tragedy…and the person who caused the it, Junko Enoshima. I fucking knew she’d be involved in this! Ever since I saw the words “Neo World Program”. No, before that. When a new Dangan Ronpa game was announced. Even after it was stated to be separate from the rest of the series…I knew. I just knew Junko Enoshima would be involved.

At some point after Dangan Ronpa 3, the world was at peace once again. And then the meteorites came. People started to despair, and the Remnants of Despair rose again. (Presumably different remnants than the DR2 cast, though.) The Future Foundation faltered in the face of the new despair. But then, the Gofer Project started. A project that promised some measure of hope. A project inspired by hope, to protect hope. A project headed by a man known as the Ultimate Hope.

And so, Makoto Naegi selected 16 Ultimates from Hope’s Peak Academy to escape the devastation of planet Earth. 16 of his students…the main characters of this very game.

Much like its previous incarnations, Hope’s Peak Academy only selected Ultimate students to attend, and tried to cultivate those talents. The reason Dangan Ronpa 3: Hope Arc was so unsatisfying, why it seemed like Makoto was repeating the mistakes of the past? He was. Goddamit, Mak Naggy.

But it wasn’t that the Ultimates were in the same class or anything. It was that they were the only 16 students of Hope’s Peak left. All others, and most of humanity, had succumbed to the virus. Yet, strangely enough, the 16 of us were immune to the virus. And that’s the truth connecting that world to this one. But that means that the Ultimate Supreme Leader, Kokichi Oma…he could only have been the leader of the new Remnants of Despair. Kokichi Oma is a follower of Junko Enoshima.

But something is strange. If this was meant to be another killing game, one between hope and despair, that would mirror the one at Hope’s Peak, why did Kokichi abandon it?

Maki has her doubts about something…she won’t tell us what.

But even after all those memories, we still don’t have any hope. Keebo lives up to his name and suggests we become that hope.

Keebo. Hope. And he says his inner voice told him that he could not abandon hope. Could there be another AI inside Keebo? Something along the lines of a Makoto Naegi version of Alter Ego?

We all get pumped up to live on and defeat despair. Which makes it strange that Kokichi would have left us this flashback light.

The plan is to stop Kokichi, save Kaito, and defeat despair. Kokichi is in the Exisal hangar, the same place Kaito’s being held. The barrier is still there, but if we use the electrohammer, we can disable it. The alarm can be disabled via electrobomb. We’ve got one of those because Maki stole it from Kokichi’s pocket when grabbing him by the throat. The electrobomb will also prevent Kokichi from using the Exisals. We need to charge our electrohammers in case of Exisals being piloted manually by Kokichi. Maki plans to kill Kokichi, but everyone tells her not to. She compromises by saying she’ll only kill him if she has to. So, we’ll rescue Kaito, and the three of us will train together again. (Calling it now, Kokichi’s gonna have Kaito lying under an Exisals foot or something, and Maki’s gonna set off the electrobomb, and the Exisal will stop working and fall on Kaito, killing him, and Maki will be executed.)

We go back to our room, but decide that while we wait for the electrohammers to charge, we’ll scout out the area around the Exisal hangar. Which we will do next time!

I’m gonna go mourn every previous Dangan Ronpa good guy now, cause apparently they’re all dead. WELP.

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What I’m currently working on

Mostly academia and ESO, tbqh.

Tagged by @celeritassagittae, I’m continuing the emergent tradition of sharing snippets.

Main project: next chapter of A Light Shining in Darkness

The Grand Duke indicated a brisk pace, and quite quickly they had reached a set of archways flanked by guards in polished steel cuirasses and elaborate masked helmets. Through the thick marble walls, the faint clamouring of a large crowd could be made out. “Ready to face the music, Inquisitor?”

She tried to think of something clever to say. She nodded.

On Gaspard’s arm, Bethany entered the Hall of Homage. At once, she felt blinded by the light of electric candles and sconces, reflected and prismed by hundreds of tiny crystals that hung from the frescoed ceiling in heavy chandeliers, and by the tall mirrors lining the walls on either side of them. It was warm in the hall, no doubt a consequence of the throngs of people gathered in it, yet a gentle breeze seemed to fly through it, bringing necessary refreshment. Once her eyes had somewhat attenuated to the sudden brightness, Bethany realised that the back wall of the hall was composed of five massive floor-to-ceiling windows interrupted by marble columns. The middle window was made of stained glass, although there was no way to determine what it depicted now that the sun had gone down. In the other windows, all wide open and leading out onto a large terrace looking out over the city, swayed large silk banners of the Orlesian flag. Yet Bethany’s eyes were intractably drawn towards the massive throne in front of the middle window. A huge sunburst emerging from the floor as half a wheel formed the backrest, and resting lions the arms. Both shone brightly in the chandeliers’ light, and Bethany would not have been surprised to learn they were shaped from solid gold. Royal blue cushions were embedded into the seat and backrest, the latter embroidered in gold with the imperial coat of arms. It was the sort of overloaded, almost gaudy thing she had expected, and yet she could not but be awed.

Bethany issued a slight gasp at the sight of the hall, at the scale of it. In the silence that slowly descended over the hall as all eyes turned to them. it felt like a scream. She flushed. Then, suddenly, to their right, a young elf in an embroidered silk herald’s tabard slammed a carved rod of wood onto the floor and exclaimed: “His Imperial Highness, Field Marshal the Grand Duke Gaspard of Chalons, Prince of the Blood and Marshal of Orlais! Accompanying His Imperial Highness: the Right Worshipful and Learned Enchanter Bethany Revka Hawke, Lady Amell of Kirkwall, formerly Viscomital Reader in Force Magic at that Circle, and leader of the Inquisition!”

Oh, bugger.

On hold for now: The Brightest Star in the Sky, a Mass Effect / real life crossover

Where Charon had been, there was a bright yellow, oblong and perfectly regular shape, forked in the middle. “What the hell is that?”

“We don’t know,” the flight director down at Goddard replied. The anxiety was plain to hear in her voice. “But we’ve got the White House on the phone.”

She was about to reply when another transmission came through. “Station, this is Munich.[1] The European Extremely Large Telescope in Chile just picked up an unidentified object seemingly appearing out of nowhere inside the orbit of Mars. We’re trying to establish what it is, or what its heading is, but it’s gone on the very next image we have.”

“How is that possible?” An idea hit her, and for a moment she had to weigh whether to ask the question at all. Maybe she had watched too much Star Trek. “Could it be moving at … well, at relativistic speeds?”

“Uh, Station, we’ll get back to you on that. Honestly, we’re as much in the dark as you are right now. Lemme put it this way, we just got on the line with the Berlaymont and President Mogher-”[2]

Whatever else the ESA flight controller had to say, it was lost in transmission as a sudden tremor went through the station, almost as if a shockwave had hit it. Giulia gasped in surprise, and almost at once bright red warnings popped up all over the laptops lining the walls. “Uh, what happened? Er, Sasha, life support?”

Quickly, the Russian floated over to the nearest Russian Laptop responsible for control of the Russian Orbital Segment. “It’s, uh … steady across the board.”

“I’m getting a caution from both P6 SAWs here!” Ana added, her voice raised with tension.

“Station, Moscow. We just got the data, is anyone hurt up there? What happened?”

“I, I don’t know,” Giulia reported, looking for a laptop that was set to telemetry data. “Space debris, maybe? We’re all fine, just a bit rattled. Do you have any alerts for us?”

“Three dozen. It looks like both P6 SAWs may be bent or broken, we will want you to examine those using Canadarm. For now, stay in the ROS in case there are more impacts like that. Keep emergency equipment on hand and stand ready to seal bulkheads throughout the station. We’re bringing SURGEON in, he should be here in a couple of minutes. Your telemetry looks good, be advised we will hand primary mission control over to Houston in eight minutes.”

“Roger, Moscow.” Giulia looked around at the others, whose faces betrayed their concern, if not fear. They didn’t send people up who lost their calm under pressure. “Moscow, do you want us prepare an emergency evac and deorbit? Please advise.”

“Stand by.”

There was no immediate reply, so Giulia turned to the others. “Alright, let’s take stock. For now, no one moves past N1. Sasha, Ana, I want you to keep a close eye on life support and telemetry. If anything happens, even if it’s just a routine alert, I want to know about it immediately. Ilik, if you could have a look at our electrical and radiation systems? Matthew, give me a hand. We need to stow away all this food before it gets on the instruments.”

“Uh, Giulia?”

“What is it, Ana?”

“You might want to have a look outside.”

Frowning, she floated over to the bullseye the air force officer was staring out of, utterly transfixed. She looked outside.

Then, she picked up the nearest radio receiver. “Moscow, Station. We have a problem.”

[1] Mission control for the European laboratory module Columbus is actually based in Oberpfaffenhofen, near Munich. As that is, however, a ridiculous name, EUROCOM is referred to as ‘Munich’ on the radio. Other control centres for the ISS are Houston, Moscow, Huntsville  (Alabama), and Tsukuba.

[2] No politicians were harmed in the making of this fic.

Still intent on continuing this at some point: Lohengrin, a Dragon Age fic set in the late Ancient Age

There was no reply to the call, and Elsa sank to her knees. She folded her arms before her chest, bowed her head, and prayed silently, as she had all those months of silence. Orinia was no longer sure if it really was just for show, or if she really was so deluded as to think her false god would help her now.

She glanced over at Telramund and the king, who were watching the scene with almost equally grim eyes. Surely, she thought, if no fighter could be found, they wouldn’t force the girl to take up arms in her own name for possibly the first time in her life? If she’d had any training, it certainly didn’t show on her frail and slight body. No, surely, the king was—well, at least he wasn’t entirely barbarian, although she shuddered to think of what kind of fate a nobleman of the empire might have to endure to be forced to live out the rest of his life amongst the barbarians in the dark forests of the far south. Not that her life had been all that much better, mind. But he had Tevene blood in him, and was clearly an intelligent and insightful man, much like her Telramund might have been had he had the benefit of a proper education. No doubt he would—

Someone sharply elbowed her in the back without so much as a sorry. Hurt and annoyed, Orinia turned around—though she would never have dared to berate what was doubtless a well-armed barbarian at least three heads taller than herself—and found that she wasn’t the only one to turn away from the praying girl.

All around her, people had turned to face towards the river, craning their necks and standing on tip-toes to see what was going on. Curiously—for what could possibly have distracted so many from such a matter of life and death?—Orinia tried to jump up and down, but found that even that wasn’t nearly enough for her to see across the heads of the barbarians. And as she was quite sure she would be crushed to death if she tried to make her way to the back, she didn’t even try and merely listened to what people were exclaiming or whispering around her. Look, look! What a strange thing! What a miracle! What’s this? A swan? A barge—it’s drawing a barge down the river—is that a swan?—look, look!—there’s someone standing in it—how marvellous!—they’re all in green, from head to toe, look, a swan—what a strange wonder!—look at the swan, mummy, look at the raft, look at the knight!—a miracle!—a miracle has happened!—miracle, such a strange unheard of marvellous holy miracle!

Now Orinia, too was craning her neck, trying to make out anything. A swan, what on earth were they talking about? Proceeding around them had ground almost to a halt, and then the crowd broke up as people ran towards the riverbanks to get a better view. As all around her streamed down to the banks of the Scaldis, Orinia and a few others were left up on the hill the linden tree grew on, so that a cynical observer might have noted that they now had a better view of what was going on. Telramund stepped to her side, and together they watched as an upright figure, dressed head to toe in gleaming green cloth that billowed and sparkled and flowed like water in the breeze, leaning on a spear in his hand, standing tall on a narrow, flat little boat, little more than a raft no larger than a door.

And the whole thing, on a golden chain, was being drawn by a massive swan, its plumage an exceptionally clean, bright white, at least four or five feet long, elegantly gliding down the river.

Also pretty much on hold for now: Poekhali, a Dragon Age fic about Tevinter blood mage elven psychopath Yuri Gagarin

Faleria had never been a planner. There was no plot, however well laid-out, that survived contact with the enemy, and any plan that required more than one other thing to happen was no more than make-believe. The people who wrote plays and pictures and novels in which cunning protagonists set events in motion years ahead, she had always suspected, wouldn’t be writing them if any of their own plans had succeeded. No, the way to get ahead was to know an opportunity when you saw it, and seize it without hesitation.

When she had been eleven, she’d thrown a tantrum about her parents’ inability to provide presents for her twelfth birthday, foolish brat that she had been. Luckily for her, the commander of the labour camp had just the week before announced improved rations for anyone who ratted out fellow prisoners for misdemeanours such as hoarding ration cards. Well, her parents had done so for weeks, and a few quick words to the guards later, found themselves marched to the gallows. Only later did Faleria recognise that α) they had been hoarding precisely to provide her with birthday presents and β) the long-term effects of this act directly increased the peril she was in. The human guards tutted at her betrayal of her parents. The other prisoners glared at her, especially the elves.

Not long after, one of them had tried to murder her in her sleep—whether for revenge or to steal her ration book, she did not know, for that very act caused her magic to awaken in her, violently. By the time she celebrated her first birthday as a mage, she had been removed from the labour camp and sent to one of the new military schools for the magically gifted, intended to bring them up as the new ruling cadres of Areolani’s new empire. Elves, of course, tended to face rather less lofty careers than their human classmates, but she’d always done fairly well regardless, she thought.

What, regret? Killing her parents had been the best damn thing that had ever happened to her.

That had been one opportunity she’d seized, and it had served her well. At the cadre school, she perfected her sense of opportunity, and found she had a gambler’s good luck. When she joined the army air corps as a pilot officer, it hadn’t taken long until she’d found herself gifted with a scramble-all siren, a sharp razor, and only herself and the flying officer placed directly above her alone in the shower room. She’d flown her first combat mission that day, and in truth it had only been astonishingly good luck, a few well-placed lies and the two Qunari fighters she had shot down that had saved her from suspicion. A flying officer’s stripes soon followed.

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Spring bed mattress can be fantastic for youngsters, as well as some children have a tough time copulating memory foam. If you arrange for your child to experiment with the bed mattress choices, this would be great. Possibly you will certainly find a pal who has a bed mattress that your youngster suches as well as see if your kid can try a snooze. The even more details you have about what is right for your kid, the more probable it is to make the right choice. Memory foam mattresses have several advantages, including the following: Making use of these cushions eliminates and lowers pressure factors as they adapt to your physique. Another reason to reduce stress factors is that, unlike various other standard bed mattress, they do not have springs. – The shape of these bed mattress is determined by your sleeping placement, making you comfortable throughout the night. As a matter of fact, your partner’s twists and turns don’t bother you due to the fact that their motions are limited to their side of the bed. – These are made of thick and heavier product. Consequently, they last a very long time because they do not damage easily. – Using these bed mattress gets rid of the problem of pain in the back or stiff neck, as they adapt the form of your body. – Because these mattresses are extremely resistant to parasites, dust, as well as termites, they maintain you secure from allergies. – These cushions are temperature level delicate. It indicates that at higher temperature levels, they are elastic and softer. While at lower temperature levels, they are firmer thick If you are thinking of buying a low-cost memory foam mattress, you have to jeopardize on top quality. Inexpensive memory foam cushions are furnished with low-grade stretch foam. Air spreads quickly to nearby cells, and you sink quicker. Firms like Tempur-Pedic deal high quality foam cushions at a rate that an ordinary customer can purchase. Where to get a memory foam mattress? When purchasing a memory foam mattress, constantly bear in mind the family member thickness and also thickness. In general, its density varies from one to 5 inches from the bed mattress. Bed mattress that are 2 or three inches thick are taken into consideration the most effective memory foam mattress. The high thickness guarantees that these mattresses are durable and also durable. Keep the following in half while selecting the most effective memory foam mattress: Just how to choose a memory foam mattress It is extremely essential to take into consideration the use of memory foam mattresses if you wish to be a lot more knowledgeable about your health. When this item was presented to the marketplace, many people have benefited substantially, as a lot of them usually confess. For this reason, the number of makers has likewise raised. All-time low is that there are variants in the sort of item that a few of these companies supply. The memory foam mattress is so preferred due to the fact that they contour the body, hence lowering spinal pressure and also providing outstanding convenience. When choosing your natural memory foam mattress, it is necessary to recognize what to seek. Below are points you require to recognize before acquiring: Thickness of foam Foam density has more to do with longevity, its service life, than with the feel of a mattress. A memory foam mattress of 5 pounds per cubic foot will certainly last greater than a memory of 3 extra pounds in an average of a decade. A lot of premium bed mattress have five to seven-pound thickness foam Yet take care when buying, as numerous firms have 5lb memory foam yet do not assert that this only makes up the first inch of the cushion. What is mmHg? This is the device of measurement made use of to establish the response of the bed mattress against stress. Blood flow ends up being a trouble in the 30mHg variety. In the healthcare market, a requirement of 32 mmHg or much less is thought to eliminate stress. When you have less stress factors, it suggests less jerking as well as turning, and also as a result a far better night’s sleep. Foam ILD (indentation charge deviation). An ILD mattress varies from 6 to 40, but the majority of top quality memory foam cushions on the marketplace have a price of in between 10-16 ILD. Numerous of the leading memory foam cushions have multiple layers within them. Every one has a various mmHg that makes the mattress a lot more comfortable since the layers collaborate. The very best high quality cushions normally have multiple layers of foam with various ILDs. Find out where the bed mattress is made. UNITED STATES or Canada, when your item was actually imported from international nations as well as set up in Canada or the USA. The USA is to conserve expenses. Since testing is seldom done on imported cushion elements, it is hard to know what chemicals have been utilized prior to item export. Because of this, one should be a bit a lot more cautious when they require to get them arises. It’s just not difficult to obtain a memory foam mattress to buy off nowadays. From your neighborhood, you will have the privilege of finding them readily available for acquisition. It needs to be valued that given that there are multiple distributors, there is constantly the possibility that there will be different costs from different vendors. Discount rate. For this objective, your utmost goal is to find a discount memory foam mattress with more desirable offers when it concerns cost. In view of this, it is highly suggested to select the ideal place to buy. By doing this, it provides you a possibility to contrast prices from different makers. Besides that, you are additionally required to have even more item expertise prior to you even hit the marketplaces. Bear in mind that after fulfilling those with relatively low-cost items, there are other things you must likewise think about. For instance, problematic shipping concerns should be of excellent rate of interest to you. This is where you are intended to focus on those that allow sensible amount of times for service warranty. You are reminded to note that in a situation where a memory foam mattress is too much, there must be cause for alarm. Shipping charges. What truly happens in such instances is that there are typically hidden charges, especially during delivery as well as handling. Remain educated before to avoid dissatisfaction. The very best way to get a guarantee of exactly how reliable a firm can be is to try as high as possible to take a deep read of their online services. You might need to call them regarding a trouble simply to determine how you react. While acquiring these items, it’s finest to go for those details varieties that have temperature sensitivity. This makes the product absolutely flexible to the weather and also temperature problems of the space where it is stored. When the space temperature level is fairly warm, these particular bed mattress will certainly absorb the heat of the human body and also soften a bit, while throughout the colder and warmer setting, the body will certainly not have to go out and also the item does not require to absorb excess warmth of the body, so it remains firm during the warm atmosphere. Go get it!

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