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vellichor-of-the-solivagant · 3 months ago

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How To Plant Snapdragons | 14

Task Force 141, Keegan & Konig x Female Criminal!Reader

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You and the team tore through the night and storm, fighting off the savage waves of the sea. The wind slammed on your faces as though ready to tear your flesh apart and scatter it across the water.

Ghost conversed with Graves on the comms and the boat swerved to the left towards the ship, whereas the one Johnny was on with Alejandro and Graves continued forward.

You didn't want to leave Soap alone, but for a better strategy to take over the ship and rig, spreading man power was necessary.

The boat slowed and Rodolfo shot a hook skyward and managed to get it stuck onto the railings of the ship in a second. You climbed onto the rope and immediately spotted Ghost slashing throats and blasting holes through heads on his way.

And fucking hell, you would never get enough of hot, confident men who got the strength and skills to back it up.

You slid down the floor, assisted by the water causing it to become slippery, and fired at a couple of people. You stood up and cursed, losing your balance as the ship tipped over to the right. Ahead, a container swerved to your path causing your heart to leap to your throat as you made a run to the side and shrieked when the ship tipped to where you were going, making the container follow your track.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” You sprinted to the other side and screamed when you spotted another container going your way just as you slipped. “FUCK, FUCK, FUCK—”

Something slammed against the container and your eyes widened when you realized it was Ghost, holding it back before the ship tilted to the side again. By the second you back up on your foot, you were heaved up in the air and thrown in a room, before another container slammed at the entrance, trapping you inside with the Lt.

“Good lord, I almost became a pancake,” you sighed in relief and looked up at Ghost. “Thank you, sir.”

God, you just wanted to jump on him and pepper him with kisses and let yourself be manhandled the way he wanted.

He looked down on you, reaching down a hand which you took and steadied yourself up. “Ya good?”

“Yeah.” You forced out a soft laugh. “I think the containers have something against me cuz two of them came at me at the same time.” You watched him gaze down on you, but not on your face, and so, you followed the direction of his eyes. “Oh.” You quickly pulled your hand back and wrapped it around your rifle instead. “Sorry.”

“Be careful,” he commanded, but it sounded more of a reminder. “Let's go.”

You nodded in agreement and rushed back out, minding the way where the ship would incline and the direction where the containers would move.

“Snapdragon.”

You turned to Ghost, who wasn't looking at you, but you knew it was him who called. He didn't say anything after, so you didn't bother uttering a word and focused on taking down the rest of the cartel.

“Shampoo.”

You grumbled. “Alright, what is it?”

“What did the Shampoo say to the hairbrush?”

“God, not Shampoo puns,” you begged, shaking your head, but it didn't stop him.

“Let’s comb-ine forces and make this hair-mazing,” he said in a flat tone, but you could hear a stifled cough from him. “Why did the shampoo get in trouble at school?”

You snorted. “Go on.”

“It kept on skipping conditioning class.” He slashed a man’s throat and pushed the person off the ship.

You rolled your eyes. “Okay, slick.”

He turned to you, swiping the blood off his skull, which easily came off due to the rain. “Like the conditioner?”

You couldn't help but let out a small laugh. “Get outta here.”

“Negative. You can’t condition the enemies on your own.”

“Stoooop,” you whined, removing the pin from a grenade and throwing it ahead.

“You called ‘Snapdragon’, eh?” He grabbed your arm and pulled you away from a container. “Suits you, since you snap at everything and you've got us drag on to your antics.”

“Please.” At this point, you wanted to cry. No one had ever attacked you with so many puns in a row.

“Please what?”

“. . . Sir.”

“Good.”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA—

You never wanted to fuck someone in the rain, in a tilting ship, between crates and containers, above dead corpses, till you drown, till he became like the skull on his balaclava until now.

Was it the puns? Sure, okay, it did add points. Being funny was always a plus point. But heck, the guy didn't even need to talk much and he could still be hot. Because, your honor, how could a guy not be hot after stopping a fucking container to save your slippery ass?

You waved a finger at the lieutenant. “Don't call me that, sir. I might jump onto you.”

Then, Graves’ voice came from the comms, interrupting your little, spontaneous date with Ghost (which was definitely one-sided). “Shadow 0-1 to Ghost!”

You stepped before him to guard him in case there were more enemies left as Ghost tapped on his device. “Ghost to Shadow, how copy?”

“The controls . . . that ship!” Graves yelled, the connection a bit patchy due to the weather, but he repeated his words, making it clearer. “Soap and I are on the way there!”

“Rog. We'll clear the way till you get here,” Ghost answered back through the comms and nodded at you to follow him.

You clicked your tongue. “Just when I thought we're clear and having fun.”

“We can continue that later,” he said in a low voice.

You might as well break your neck as you snapped your head in his way as quickly as lightning. What was that supposed to mean? What the fuck? Did you hear him right? Was it flirting? Eh, Ghost? Eh. No way. But, what if?

You looked around for the rest of the team and spotted Rodolfo and some Shadows closing in to your spot. You gestured at him and the rest of the men to catch up with you and Ghost.

Then, you felt a rumble as something seemed to have hit the ship from the side, and from your peripheral, you saw Soap and Graves' boat flying up into the ship. You gaped at their ridiculous sight and landing.

You had seen Keegan drive a truck over dozens of people and through a wall, love him for that, but this was on another level.

“Are you two trying to be in a circus?” you exclaimed and approached them, eyeing for any sign of injuries on their bodies.

“I like the SAS,” Soap grunted as he got off. You reached out a hand to him which he took and helped him steady himself on the swaying ship.

“Nothing is greater than being a PMC.” Graves ran his hand down his face, swiping the rainwater off.

You shook your head at their answers, but didn't further say any words to them and guided them towards the entry of the building where Ghost stood by with Rodolfo. Without hesitation, Graves stuck bombs on the metal door and all of you backed away as it exploded and waited for the smoke to clear. Once it did, Graves kicked down the door, leading the way inside.

A narrow hallway welcomed you, forcing the group to step in one by one, but even though Graves wasn't a 141 member, he was swift to bring down enemies and clear the way.

Sure is a CEO of mercenaries, you thought as he and Soap found the controls in a room up the stairs, quickly tapping in to intercept the fire of the missile. And in all honesty, you would have liked him if he wasn't Shepherd's lapdog.

But sooner or later, you would have him wrapped around your finger like a string, and use it to fucking strangle the general.

“Shit, we can't disarm it!” Graves exclaimed, slamming the tablet down the table.

You peered over the device and squinted your eyes at a familiar logo. “That fucking bitch,” you said under your breath as Graves’ talked with Shepherd and shoved the man aside. “Move.” You snatched the tablet from the table.

“What are you doing?” Graves questioned, clutching the tablet as well, but you kept your grip firm.

“I know—”

Shepherd talked over you. “We don't need your bullshit right now, woman. The clock is ticking!”

You stared at the tablet for a moment, confirming the design of the logo, and huffed, letting it go. “Fine. You won't give those controls to one of its developers, your loss.”

Soap put a hand on your shoulder. “What do ya mean by that?”

“One of its developers?” Ghost echoed.

“What are you insinuating?” Shepherd asked, his voice lowering into a threatening tone.

“No bullshit, yeah?.” You moved away from the controls, walking towards the entryway of the room. “Then, I say I couldn't care less about that missile launching. And I couldn't careless if you lock me up again and torture me for months, because by the end of the day, it will be your loss.”

“I would certainly want to go back to those days, Snapdragon,” Shepherd claimed in a mocking tone. “Get onto it, Shadow.”

“On it, standby,” Graves replied, motioning at Soap to join him on the controls. Soap shot a glance at you before standing next to him and began working on the controls. Meanwhile, Ghost ordered Alejandro, his men and the rest of the Shadows to get out of the oil rig.

With a few hits on the controls, the missile flew upward and just as fast, it dove to the structure, but your attention was quickly taken as the ship tilted and you felt a tap on your shoe.

You gazed down and stared at the corpse next to your feet, the sole of your boots tainted in a puddle of blood, oozing out from his head, where the bullet went through. And thoughts once again began to erupt in your head.

As you continued to look at the hole on the man’s head and the puddle of blood that reflected your gaze, you wanted to put your finger through where the bullet landed and see if it fits.

Slowly the man’s eyes fluttered open, staring back into you, black as the void, as though wanting to swallow you whole. You felt a lump at your throat, blocking off any words from rolling out of your tongue and all you could hear was the deafening drums of your heart, and distant screams, begs . . . cries.

You tried to avert your eyes, but you couldn't. The man’s gaze kept you imprisoned, frozen in nothing but darkness. Yet you could feel their hands crawling up on your like thousands of ants on your skin until they stopped at your throat, gripping tight, digging their nails onto your skin.

It hurts. Make it stop.

Blood rushed down from your throat, mixing with the void.

Make it stop!

Make it—

“Stop!”

You were welcomed with a shade of brown so deep it reminded you of the woods, that perhaps getting lost into them instead was a salvation. The surroundings were cold like the gentle caress of the droplets of rain from the leaves on your cheek. The tug was a patient and gentle guide to which you were sure there was safety, where your eyes settled on a man with a face hidden behind the remains of a corpse.

“Bloody hell!” Simon exclaimed, tilting your head up to take a look at your neck, where blood began to spill from reddened and swollen scratches. His eyes shifted to your hands on his, your nails appeared to have tints of red.

“Yeh alright, Bonnie?” Soap asked, reaching out a hand as he stood by your side, but didn't touch you.

You opened your mouth, but no words came out.

Ghost, then, tilted your head up, forcing you to meet his eyes. “Five things you can see.”

“H-huh?” Your voice came out trembling, a bit taken aback by his words.

“Five things you can see,” he repeated.

“Uh . . .” You scanned the place. “Windows, computers, the sea . . .” You glanced at the Scot and settled back to him. “Soap and you.”

“Good. Four things you can hear.”

“The ocean, the rain, you and . . . Soap.”

“Okay, three things you can touch.”

“Your gloves, your hands, and Soap��s.” Just as you said that, Johnny placed his hand on your cheek and smiled softly at you.

“Two things you can smell,” Ghost demanded.

You leaned on Soap’s touch, eyes falling halfway close. “Rust and the ocean.”

“Last, one thing you can taste.”

You shook your head. “Don't know.”

Ghost nodded. “Good enough, do you feel at least a bit better?”

“Yeah,” you heaved out a loud sigh.

“Your neck isn't,” Soap remarked, shaking his head. “You suddenly got quiet, you didn't seem to hear us, and you began clawing on the throat mic till you bled. Ghost had it removed already but . . .”

You reached up your free hand to your neck, but Ghost grabbed it, stopping you.

“Touching it furthermore might cause an infection,” he said, swiping the blood from your fingertips with his gloves. “We'll take care of it later.”

“What about Graves?” You scanned the room once again, you didn't notice it earlier but the Shadow himself was nowhere to be found.

“He went out first, he was talking to Shepherd,” Soap explained and tugged down on your collar, to keep it away somehow from your scratches. He eyed the redness and the clotting blood.

Maybe, you weren't so invincible after all, that sometimes the human inside you breaks out of the shell where you were locked in as a weapon as Shepherd and Graves stated.

Maybe, you weren't exactly what he had concluded. But he wasn't one to talk.

Soap was a man who hid bodies behind closets. A man who washed the dirt and blood he had spilled.

“Come here, love,” he gently wrapped his hand around your nape.

Perhaps, he had gone crazy, because he wanted to clean up a mess, not from his brothers-in-arms nor the enemies, but someone who seemed to have been bathing on it for long.

His lips crashed onto yours as you turned to him, eyes going wide whereas his was shut close. He licked over your lips and you parted them open, closing your eyes as he took over your mouth. His tongue swirled with yours, eliciting a groan from you. But it soon ended, with him pulling away, leaving a string of saliva between you.

He smirked, running his thumb over your lower lip. “What do you taste now?”

Once again, you were rendered speechless as your face burned red.

“That's two,” Ghost claimed, making you warmer than before, as it dawned on you that he heard your moan. “That's fucking two, right in front of me.”

“And yet, you kept on holding her hands.” Johnny looked down at your hands within Ghost’s grasp, and you closed your eyes, pursing your lips. “Say it, Lt. You also like—ow!”

“Could you guys move?” You asked, pushing Soap inside the vehicle, making him scoot more towards the Lt. on which your superiors both grumbled.

You shut the door close with a loud thud and Rodolfo shot a quick glance at the mirror, making sure you were settled before he drove off.

You peered over the window, letting the wind trash your hair and the rain kiss your skin. Others might find it suffocating, but you find comfort in the harshness it brought, and perhaps, you had become so comfortable that you only realized the vehicle had come to a stop at the entryway of Alejandro's base.

Your eyes narrowed at the unusual number of Shadows stationed at the gate and pulled yourself back in the transport, only to swing the door open. You jumped out and quickly joined Alejandro's side before Graves.

“What is this?” Alejandro motioned a hand at the Shadows, who were all lining up behind Graves.

You began counting the heads.

“Step away from the gate,” Graves commanded, making you frown.

“Hold up,” you stepped in front of Alejandro. “This is the Colonel's base.”

“Alejandro's soldiers have been relieved from this operation,” he said, tilting his chin up high and looking down at you with a half-lidded gaze. “This is under General Shepherd's order.”

“That bullshit came from him?” Soap questioned, taking the Colonel's other side.

Alejandro grabbed your shoulder, gently pushing you aside and stepping forward. “I don't take orders from you,” he glowered at the American.

You glanced over your shoulder and found a couple of Shadows behind and in front of Ghost. Then, you looked ahead and squinted your eyes at the Shadow who put his hand next to his ear and with the movements behind his balaclava, you realized he was talking to someone.

You reached for your knife.

“General Shepherd has sent his regards . . .” Graves trailed off and let go of his gun, letting it fall by his side. “Is what he told me to say, but I've got better things to do than this shi—”

“Get down!” With a swift hand, you aimed at the Shadow who raised their gun, while shoving Graves aside. You threw the knife, taking down the man, but all of them had started to shoot. “This is why I told you to fucking know your Shadows! They're hired by Shep—argh!” You staggered back as a bullet pierced through your shoulder.

Alejandro rushed forward, but a Shadow shot at his arm and hammered his head with the bottom of their gun.

You dove down behind the vehicle, grimacing at the sudden pain. Just as you were about to grab Graves, a bullet whistled past. “Graves! Alejandro!”

From your peripheral, Ghost slit a Shadow’s throat open and turned, launching the same knife at another one's neck.

At the same time, Graves had been shot at his shoulder and his men—now his own enemies quickly tied his wrist.

No, you didn't have time to worry about them. Your mission now was to keep the 141 safe. You fished out a folding knife from under your boot and swung your leg to the side as a Shadow rushed past. He fell with a thud and you plunged the blade on his neck and pulled, ripping it open.

You flinched as you heard a loud grunt. Ahead of you, Soap fell on his back, blood gushing out of his bicep.

“Fuck, fuck,” you chanted under your breath and you noticed the lieutenant dropping down on his knees.

“Soap, get out of here!” Ghost yelled from under the car.

“I’m not—”

“Just go!” You yelled over the Sergeant and breathed out as you heard his grunts and footsteps moving.

“Get him!” A Shadow demanded and you threw your resort of weapon at him, perfectly piercing through his neck.

“Ghost.” You crawled towards him. “Go, I'll distract them.”

“That's dangerous,” he glowered at you.

“Not more than me,” you pulled out the phone you got from one of Valeria’s men and stashed it under his vest. “Go.”

He nodded and patted your head. “Be safe.”

You rolled out from under the car.

“Get the woman! Shepherd needs her back!”

You sighed in relief, snatching a gun from the Shadow Ghost had taken down. Now, you can act freely as you can.

You grinned and shot up to your feet. “And you shall know why Shepherd needs me.”

But before you could fire, smoke veiled your surroundings and pained shouts echoed ahead of you. You squinted to make out what was happening.

At that moment, from the cover of darkness and the shroud of fumes, a man with a gaze as cold and piercing as a blade emerged. Like a breeze, he swept you off your feet fleeing from the scene, and as rare as the rain in a drought, he graced you with a voice you would quaff down like a man starved.

“Not more than I need you.”

Like how a single flower in the desert sought a droplet of water.

As though the heavens were crying on your behalf from the wheels of emotions you had felt tonight, rain poured down stridently, and akin to drowning, you choked out his name.

“Keegan.”

The one and only, Keegan P. Russ is on the stage! Now we only wait for our king. Also, we will be adding Price on the boat based on the votes on the prev. chap.

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spindle-girl · 2 months ago

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Daybreak 1.1

Let's get started

It was a second chance for humanity as a whole, and they’d gone and screwed it up from the start by coloring the city gold, of all colors. ... All put together, the light that bounced off of the city and reached skyward gave the clouds linings that were gold, not silver.

i wonder how much of this hate for gold is because of Scion's attacks or Khepri's portals. probably both. i do like the gold lining, seems like a fun visual.

Plaques were recessed into three of the four faces – the fourth had come free and fallen after the collision. Each plaque bore an etching of a face, a name, a date of birth, a date of death, a message. ... They were part of an initiative by an independent cape, a hero turned rogue, helping out.

with all the anti-cape stuff that's popped up so far and knowing it continues later on, i'm surprised projects like this aren't talked about more. a genuine moment where a cape is doing something nice with their powers. maybe this guy is an outlier or the other stuff the capes get up to weights more than it--which is fair since even the apartment stuff in Ashley's prologue is enough to get pissed off at--but with how much hate the Advance Guard gets in this section it seems forgotten that the whole reason the crowd is getting angry is over something a cape provided being destroyed by an accident anyone can do.

The crowd, too, seemed to realize that the situation had mostly de-escalated.

sigh

The summer heat was holding out through the start of September, making things just a little more uncomfortable, tempers a little shorter.

Ah! an estimated date. i want to try and keep track of all these to work out a proper Ward timeline since the one on the wiki is lacking.

We’d called him the second cape after Scion, but he might well have been the first, after all.

hello Vikare, congrats on getting mentioned in the first chapter instead of the first interlude. moving up in the world. if there's ever a parahumans 3 you might get a pov chapter. really tempted fate naming yourself after Icarus.

“Work,” I said. “They wouldn’t fire me, especially if I explained. I’d get in trouble, maybe, but I wouldn’t mind much. Job is… a seven out of ten fit.”

i'm down right jealous rn. 7/10 seems great for a job

As in most things having to do with law or bureaucracy, it took longer than it should have, for a relatively simple process. I hurried to the high school once they were done with me, and I arrived rather late.

Victoria is going from one bureaucracy to another lol

We had grass and fields, yes, but it was coarse and the ground beneath wasn’t usually landscaped. The area was large with large trees left untouched in the corners, chain link fence separating the field from the roads on two sides, the grade school formed the third boundary to the west, and the high school formed the fourth boundary to the north. The ground was uneven, more hilly than flat, and there were still large stones here and there, and a seemingly out of place play structure for the grade schoolers.

nothing much to note here, just that the paragraph made me remember some good memories.

Point_Me_@_The_Sky: If you stop by? I set up tarps by house. Make sure they still there & no water getting through? Lost cause maybe ~P.5 ... My destination wasn’t in the high school, but was across the street. It was an open building with a partial second floor. ... My office was the closest thing I had to a home, in this world. ... I’d rigged up tarps to keep the water off that corner of the house, but some of that moisture had been coming up from below.

okay. this is just sad. literally calls her office her house

I opened a notebook and began searching through it. I found the name before the internet succeeded in connecting.

this is about Victoria finding the cape who was building the pillars. i have no idea why there was a whole arc of the Undersiders sneaking into the PRT to steal their database. it seems like New Wave had access to it all if she can find random capes in her collection. should have just walked in and grabbed it while they were out heroing.

From: Deferent.I@Mail Subject: Re: Damaged Pillar I already heard. Advance Guard were on the scene and let me know. Will have it fixed tomorrow. Thanks.

this just makes it seem like Deferent has access to much faster internet than Victoria does if they can check their emails and respond relatively quickly while going out and building as many pillars as described earlier. dunno, it's out of place with the descriptions from Victoria booting up her computer and the glowworm chapters. maybe he got better tech to be able to respond to stuff quicker?

She spent a lot of time palling around with a biotinker called Blasto. She kept going back to him to pair up. Might have been boyfriend-girlfriend, even. That ended when the Slaughterhouse Nine passed through Boston. We don’t know what happened to Blasto, but we can guess it wasn’t good.

rip Blasto. Defiant didn't care enough to note what happened to you

“She did her time,” I said. “She made a mistake, she paid for it as much as she was able. We don’t have enough good jails and so she’s free, and it looks like she’s trying to do good. That’s pretty decent, really. She’s not the enemy here.”

this will be interesting for later. i am surprised in general that Fume Hood is getting brought in this early. i vaguely know what happens to her so I guess it makes sense she gets some focus early on

End thoughts:

i'm like the story so far. while Victoria is obviously weary of there being a coming conflict between capes and non-capes, i think there are a few lines hinting at her feelings of separation from them. namely how she doesn't like the pillars, which seem to be for the civilians. tbf, it could be her not wanting reminders of Gold Morning or a reminder of the Leviathan fight where after there was a similar memorial that a quarter of her family was on. i could understand that.

nothing wrong with the story, but i really don't like the patrol group or Gilpatrick. reminds me of the rotc guys at college

#parahumans #ward lb #arc 1 daybreak

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missmagooglie · 1 year ago

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For the WIP Wednesday game, @infinitybits87 and @h-i-raeth requested a Therapy Baby snippet, so have some "Buck defending his poor life choices" paired with some "Firefam defending Buck"

“Buck as a father, I never thought I’d see the day,” Chim grins at him. “Though in hindsight, maybe we should have seen this coming. Which of your sexcapades resulted in this little bundle of joy? Did his mom have to reach out to you on Tinder?” “Oh, please tell me this child was not conceived in the rig,” Hen begs. “Was it snake girl?” Chimney asks. “I need to know if we have to prepare for a hereditary love of reptiles.” Buck laughs awkwardly. “No, she wasn’t anyone I met while I was on duty,” he says, trying to ignore the way Bobby looks skyward and mouths the words thank you. “It was, um. Do you guys remember when I was having a hard time after that roller coaster rescue that went bad?” “Of course,” Bobby says. “It was your first time losing someone on the job. You took it hard.” “Right, yeah, and you suggested I see someone for counseling,” Buck says. “So I went to her office, and it turns out she’d seen me on the news, and, um, I guess you could say we tried some non-traditional treatments?” He braces himself for laughter and teasing, but instead the room goes quiet. “Buck, are you telling us that Danny’s mother was your therapist?” Bobby asks, his face pinched. “It was only one session,” Buck says, his body curling defensively around the baby in his arms. He suddenly recalls the visceral hatred and disgust that came off Dr. Wells’ husband the day he had picked Danny up. The pure disgust he’d shown when he learned that Buck had been a patient of his wife’s, “and we didn’t exactly do a lot of therapy. It’s not like I was a regular patient of hers.” “That doesn’t make it ok,” Hen says softly. She says it in the voice she uses to reassure victims in the field, and Buck has no idea why she’s using it now. “Look, I get that it wasn’t the classiest thing I’ve ever done," Buck says in an effort to downplay the whole thing, "but it’s not like we did something illegal." “At the very least it’s sexual misconduct,” Athena chimes in, and her voice is serious, too. “Depending on the circumstances, it could even be considered rape.” “Woah,” Buck says, stepping back in alarm. “Hey, no, it was very much consensual. I would never-” Buck looks around and catches Bobby’s eyes. “Bobby, I swear,” he pleads, “I know I did a lot of stupid shit, but I never did anything that the other person wasn’t completely on board with. I would never try to take advantage of-” “No one is accusing you, Buck,” Bobby assures him. “You would have been the victim. If your therapist slept with you, then as the patient you’re the one who was assaulted.” Buck snorts at the wild absurdity of that statement. “I think I’d know if I had been assaulted.” “If she violated her duty of care -” Bobby starts to say. Buck shakes his head. “It wasn’t like that,” he insists. “I flirted, she flirted, and one thing led to another. That’s all.” “Ok, let’s all maybe take a breath,” Eddie says, stepping in and stationing himself between Buck and the frowning faces all around him. “This is a baby shower, not an inquisition. Let’s just eat some cake and tease Buck about his very pretty baby sling.” He plucks at the floral fabric wrapped around Buck’s chest – which Buck got for free on facebook marketplace, thank you very much – and gives him a reassuring smile. The rest of the crew chuckles lightly and are willing enough to move on to other topics of conversation - though not without some pointedly concerned glances at Buck - as the stork cake is cut and served. “I’m stealing your kid,” Eddie says, plucking Danny out of his arms as soon as everyone’s attention has been successfully redirected. “Go talk to Bobby.”

#Fic: Therapy Baby #evan buck buckely #eddie diaz #buddie #911onfox #911 abc #911 fanfic #therapy baby #how do i fanfiction?

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of-some-writings · 2 months ago

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Heaven Wills It

With a gun to her head, It found her. Schematics for an unknown mech, an impossible machine. There was no sender, nothing she could even attempt to trace back. It appeared from the cosmic aether, a miracle, a gift. With this gift came a message; or, perhaps, a declaration.

“To the girl who will journey the Star-Crossed Sea,

Kill them all.

The Chorus cries out for what shall always be done.”

“Your money better hold, P.” crackled from her intercom. She smirked, feeling her heart racing already.

“It will, Rhonda, don’t worry.” It sure as hell better, anyway. She burned through the last of her credits getting this trip together, what she was able to sneak into her private account anyway. Everything else was probably frozen by this point. She staked everything on this working, on this final shot, her only chance.

The woman on the intercom spoke again. “I’ll worry about it until we’re out of here. Hell, I can’t even believe I let you talk me into this, even with what you’re paying. You know I’m not gonna help ya if things go south, right?” “Not expecting you too, you made it pretty clear which of us have the balls to do this.” Snarl to her voice, nerves getting to her, making her antsy.

“P, not now.” There wasn’t any real anger in that voice, just a vague strain. “We both know, the only reason I’m out here is cause-”

“I know…” she cut her off, feeling shame. She didn’t like what all this was doing to her. None of this is what Iphy would have wanted, but definitely not that. “I… I’m sorry, Rhonda. She was your friend. Thanks for even hearing me out.”

Silence.

Then,

“Give them hell, Penny. Make those bastards pay. If you make it out, drinks are on me.”

She laughed. Stars, when was the last time she laughed?

“I’ll hold you too that.”

Without much more fanfire, she heard hissing from the machinery around her. The floor of the hangar began to open, revealing the lush jungle on the planet below. If she remembers right, HA wants to cut it all down, build refineries. World was uninhabited by anything smarter than a golden retriever, so given what other habits the Purview has demonstrated, this one fell through the cracks of outrage. Only a handful of squadrons guarded operations here.

She spent the better part of a year getting ready for this day, making sure she’d catch the One she was looking for. “Waterloo”. All and all, Penelope thought she was being kind.

Of all the worlds to die on, they could have chosen worse.

She pulled up on the handles of her pilot’s rig, Then pushed forward, one, then the other. Some would opt for the neural interface, Iphy did but she argued it didn’t count, and Penelpe appreciated the pure tactile feel of driving her mecha. She is not her frame; it is something under her command.

With one step over the edge of the hangar floor, she fell. She gasped with excited as she tumbled, freeform in the air, the countless tonnes of her mech making her plummet at terminal velocity. Her readings blared out warnings, heating up and projected impact damage but as she fell, staring at the jungle below, her movement from the ship sending her on a diagonal arc towards her target, she simply allowed herself to exist in wonder. As she was forcefully turned skyward she could not see Rhonda’s ship, it’s cloaking on from the moment they entered this system. She knows where she’s going, where they’ll find her if she survives this.

The warnings blared again, and this time she listened. With the press of a pedal near her left foot the jet thrusters on her mecha’s back revealed themselves, kicking to life. The machine shook with the force of the change, but with careful steering she was able to maneuver it to land onto one of the many giant trees that block out the sun from low terrain. She grabbed at branches, climbed down the tree on all fours like this machine’s strange anatomy seemed to encourage. With a thud that shook the underbrush and sent alien beasts scattering, The Pegasus was on the ground. It stood on its two back legs, and with a practiced effort pulled the… “gun” from her back. It seemed to fight her, just a little, but she gripped it hard. It knew she was stronger than it, and thus conceded to her. It settled in her hands, then became her hands, the living weapon for now disappearing into the metal of her forearms. She looked at the mech’s hands… at hers. With a deep breath, she pushed “Find Me In The Torrent” along.

Halfway to her target, she received an incoming call. This was strange to her, considering she shouldn’t be getting any calls, shouldn’t be able to. Whoever was doing this knew her encryption, at least decently well. She took the call, waited.

“Penny? Penny holy shit, where are you?”

A man’s voice, more of a boy honestly as far as she’s concerned. She took a deep, deep breath.

“Nice hearing from you too, Nester.” She remembered her brother’s smile first. How long has it been since she’s seen it?

“Penny c’mon don’t do this shit this time, what are you doing?” He sounded so panicked. She couldn’t blame him. He was next in line after all, and he’d never wanted the responsibility. It didn’t occur to her that he’d be worried about something else.

“Exactly what I said I would. Now get off this channel before you get me killed.”

“Penny, Penny please,” his voice broke. She could feel him shudder from across the universe, how he cried with his whole body yet never his voice. “I’m begging you just, come home. Look I’m mad at Mom and Dad too, its fucked up, what they want from you but this isn’t how you fucking deal with that. This won’t help. Please P, let me help you.”

…

Her jaw clenched, her voice a wisp. “Nes…”

“If I didn’t think I had to do this, I wouldn’t. But she died, and no one cared. Another name on the casualty reports. Well not for me. That was my wife, and they took her from me. I’ll burn the Purview to the ground if I have to, if that’s what it takes-”

“Takes to what Penny? To fucking what? Fix the hole in your heart? Bring her back? This shit isn’t going to help anyone P, you’re putting us all at risk if you-”

“Tell Mom and Dad to disown me.”

…

No reply. She could see him in her mind’s eye, staring dumbstruck. She continued. “They were probably gonna do it anyway, but doing it now gets them ahead of the curve. This isn’t a karakan assassination attempt, its a crazy bitch on a spree. I don’t want anyone to think otherwise.”

… “P, I-”

“I love you Nes.”

She flicked off her communications. Alone again, at last, She locked her eyes on the distant camp.

It rested in a man-made clearing, trees cut away and spartan living arrangements set up in their place. A series of large tents, One clearly a mess hall, a barracks, a conference area. In the near distance she saw a set of drills, boring into the ground to try and draw out the planet’s life blood. Taking stock of herself, she pulled out a small headset, a visor over one eye. As it flickered to life her vision was consumed with a stream of data, internal and external. She turned her {Eye} to them all. The datastream faded, the world outside grew dark. But points of interest revealed themselves as moats of light in the darkness before her. A handful of mecha, of course there were. Two Shermans, a Swallowtail(scandalous)... and a Tokugawa.

She watched as soldiers moved through the camp. Not just soldiers though; she could see civilians, geologists, botanists , everyone you’d need to strip the planet or all it’s worth. Pawns of the Purview, but she didn’t give a shit about them. All she needed was to keep them quiet…

She was taught the art of war as a matter of tradition, diplomacy because it was her obligation. But Penelope’s second love would always be tech. Well, it was time to put all that to use. With a tap against the side of her cockpit, her keyboard flicked down. One hand on the controls, the other typing away, On her visor the flow of data, the contours of the dogshit HA firewalls, were laid out before her, fingers tap tap tapping away as one fell after another.

Five minutes later, the base’ comms line was down. She heard the immediate commotion, And just as quick, attempts to keep the civs calm. Her {Eye} fell upon a woman, towering, jumper half pulled down in the sweltering heat. Commander Ajax She was flanked on either side by a man and a woman, veins of steel running down the sides of their arms as they drew their weapons. Another man, the last member of the squadron, moved towards his Swallowtail, clearly hoping to use his mech’s systems to figure this out.

Before he could climb in, a voice rang out from the camp’s intercom system.

“Attention, All civilians should vacate the premises for your safety. The members of Squadron Waterloo will remain, as price for their wellbeing.”

The startled crowd looked to the towering woman. She nodded, and like bats out of hell they went, packing up small things before running in the direction of another camp. She wager she’d have, maybe, half an hour before backup arrived.

Still unseen, she spoke calmly into the microphone. “Waterloo. A year and five months ago, a woman named Iphigenia was killed in an encounter with you.”

Ajax remained unmoved, unshaken, while her men got visibly antsy, one inching away to one of the Shermans. The Swallowtail was already coming online.

“That woman was my wife. I have come here to kill you all.”

The frost of her voice blew over the camp, overcoming the sweltering heat of the jungle and forcing the retreating Sherman pilot to freeze in place. There was no hesitation, barely even a threat. It was as if she was simply telling them what had already happened.

“However, Commander Ajax” she breathed away from the mic, not daring to let them hear how she herself shuddered. “If you will surrender yourself to me, I swear not to harm your crew. Your death can save your men.”

…

They turned to their commander, of course they did. She could feel how they looked at her, their bastion; she was a real leader, a comrade. Penny’s heart stirred. But if Ajax had the sense of honor Penny thought she saw in her, it did not factor into her next decision. She turned to her two men, gave them a knowing gesture, and like that– they ran! Ajax too ran to her Tokugawa, taking one quick look back to see-

To hear Penny’s voice over the loudspeaker, one last time.

“Bang.”

It was force from nowhere, kinetic energy that emerged from the universe at terminal velocity. The Ushabti Omnigun was a weapon to harm mechs.

Commander Ajax saw one of her men atomize in front of her. It was instant, surely painless, but as his bloody vapor filled the air Penny knew that she had left an indelible mark on that woman’s soul.

Good.

She stepped into the clearing, Torrent white as Death, alien in this world of vibrant greens and steel blues. She raised her hands, willing the Mimic into shape- but Penelope was consumed in red, warnings blaring. The flow of data from her visor revealed to her the digital attack that had begun, forcing her to content with the Swallowtail. She grimaced as the war of counterhacking began, Penny knowing that she has become a juicy glowing target on his friend’s readouts. But unlike him, she was willing to push herself; straining Torrent’s hacking systems to slip past the Swallowtail, hostile code rushing towards the Sherman just moments before it’s pilot could reach it. She could see her climb up the mech, try to open it’s hatch. Penny grinned as she saw her strain; it’d take more than that after what she did to it. She tried once again to turn her attention to the commander, but the Swallowtail’s pilot was almost as good as she was. The lapse in focus was enough for it to flood her systems with meaningless junk data that confused her targeting systems. In the moment she needed to recover she saw the commander mount her Tokugawa and bring it online. She couldn’t take a clean shot right now.

“Bang.”

The second Sherman pilot disappeared as her mist consumed by the jungle. You can’t miss with a gun that did not exist. Once she had cleared her systems, her {Eye} revealed that the Swallowtail remained hidden behind the larger tents, but that was at the back of her mind. Penelope wasn’t stupid, and didn’t come unprepared, she knew who she was dealing with. She watched in quiet reverie as the Tokugawa pulled a hilt from either side of it, Torch Spears sparking to life In two of its hands while the second set gripped a rifle.

Ajax

Mech: Achilles

Penny crushed the grips of her handles. What remained of Waterloo saw as liquid metal peeled itself from her arms, coalescing in her left hand as an oversized pistol, barrel wider than Torrent’s arm itself. With the flick of a switch, a series of metal plates flicked out of her right hand. As Torrent tightened it into a fist, twin streams of plasma poured forth from the plates.

The Tokugawa charged first, flourishing with the twin spears as the rifle began to spray in her direction. Low priority warnings went up as the molten shells buried themselves into her chassis, Penny winced at the imagined pain but did not yield. The Pegasus held its ground under the rain of lead, waiting, waiting for-

Achilles lunged with one of the spears raised, a wicked jabbing motion that aimed for the heart. Penny was almost relieved, the action telling her in no uncertain terms that her rage had been reciprocated. Ajax was trying to kill with the first strike.

With a yank on her rig Penny forced the charged blade up, twisting to catch the plasma weapon before it could hit its mark. The two mechs strained against each other, another series of warnings telling Penelope that this was a contest she’d lose–if she was trying to win. All she needed was to keep her occupied, just long enough for the frustrated Commander to move her second spear away to wind up an attack. In that moment Penny placed the Cannon directly against the abdomen of the mech. With a hiss, a hiss, Penny saw an eruption of metal viscera from the back of the Tokugawa. The Mimic fed from her anger, it felt like a live wire in her hand but at least for now the Commander was its target. Achilles stumbled back, the shot leaving a gaping hole in the Tokugawa’s side. Penelope attempted to use the moment to step back, but it seemed the commander was not as stunned as she’d hoped, finishing the wind up fast enough for the spear to connect with Torrent’s right shoulder. The inertia of her movement instantly ripped the plasma spear out, But Penelope could feel through her haptics how the arm grew stiffer, slower. The heat must have fused some things together, goddammit.

Again her visor was flooded with information as the Swallowtail launched another assault, just as the Tokugawa began to stab at her again. Penny could already feel the headache forming as she tried to keep up a war on two fronts. As the spear drew close Torrent was able to duck under it’s path, in a fluid continuation attempted to jab at Achille’s heel with the charged blade. But the data attack slipped through again, throwing her systems off again, combined with the slowed arm allowing the Tokugawa to aim a kick directly at Torrent’s head. The force of the blow knocked Penny flat on her back, looking up to see the Tokugawa aiming its rifle straight down. Penny quickly lifted the Mimic up, but it twisted and snarled in her grip, refusing to relent to her rage again. Penny felt a twinge of fear through her heart as she saw the Tokugawa pull the trigger,

Think

Think!

“Bang!”

An omnigun shot aimed directly at the left rifle hand, knocking it ajar from Achille’s grip and tilting the gunfire to the side of her. She jumped up, slamming the pedal for her jets that caught light just a moment fast enough to curve Torrent away from another spear thrust. Just as she caught a second to breathe, another blare of warnings from her left.

A thread of gunfire punched straight through her chassis, through Torrent, Penny seeing stray bullets whiz past her head. Her {Eye} followed the invisible thread back towards its source: The Swallowtail had joined the physical confrontation, a machine gun from it’s back aimed expertly towards her center. As it was reloading, Penelope heard more gunfire, barely jolting out of the way of Achilles rifle fire. With the Mimic still unresponsive she couldn’t return fire; but she had more than just that. She could feel her reactor strain under the invasions and plasma strikes yet she pushed it harder as she bifurcated a hacking stream towards both mechs at once. Her visor showed the data fire like bullets to the cores of these machines. The Tokugawa gave to her hostile code immediately, laughable HA computer security is how she found out about Waterloo’s newest deployment in the first place. Suddenly the plasma spears half receded into their sheathes, while Ajax’s gunfire went pointlessly wide. But the Swallowtail proved more difficult; moreso than the Pegasus it was designed to be a proficient hacking mech, and the pilot had proven her equal at each point of this fight. And that thought ate away at Penelope, feeding a deep seated rage that, if she had the time to think, would scare the girl she was just a few months ago. This worthless piece of shit was not her equal. She needed him, both of them, to know she was better than them. Dedicating her sole focus to the attempt, regardless of whether Ajax managed to clip a couple shots, puncture the fuel line of one of her jet thrusters, Penelope could feel through the war of hack and counterhack, the pilot’s panic, the growing sloppiness in his strings. Finally, finally, she punched through, and she watched in delight as it’s rifle went limp, its perfect aiming systems down. No thought from there, deep down Penelope knew she needed to capitalize.

Pedal to the metal, she turned her jets on to max, wincing as one of the auxiliary thrusters exploded and broke off. But gritting her teeth she remained on course until she could safely turn them off and let inertia carry her at max speed. The Swallowtail pilot tried to scutter away, but-

“Bang.”

One of its legs collapse under it, long enough for Torrent to fly past it at max speed, clotheslining it with the base of her charged blade.

The two collapsed into each other behind the tent, momentarily out of Achilles’ view. The Mimic slithered up her wrist, both of Torrent’s hands reaching down to pin the Swallowtail below it grabbing at the rifle and with a satisfying snap ripping it from its mount. Her {Eye} could see that it’s reactor was on the brink of giving out, even worse than hers was. Immediately she tried to strike for that digital heart, but the pilot tried to hold her back. Another war of datastreams erupted between the pilot, but something undeniable separate Penelope from this man: she was not fighting to survive. Smoke poured from the Pegasus, and she did not care. He did. Thus, in that war of wills, he lost. They were both quietly thankful when the machine merely sputtered to an agonizing death, and did not immediately meltdown. Penny climbed up, pulling a lever to open the vents to full and clear Torrent of its heat. She regarded the downed mech briefly, and then turned away.

The tent next to her exploded.

Achilles stood there, spears now bursting with life. As they ripped through canvas she saw how they grew, able to reach her from even there. The Commander was going all out.

Finally she thought.

Penny looked down to the Mimic; to Find Me In The Torrent, her cosmic miracle. To them, she whispered.

“I… don’t care what happens after. I don’t care what it costs. Just… help me kill her.” She couldn’t believe what she was saying, the way her voice twisted into a snarl. She couldn’t believe that she meant it. But she did, and if… the machine, or the Mimic, or something, was listening…

It answered.

The Mimic coalesced around Torrent’s hand; warping the metal now, twisting the steel flesh as the fingers bent, the palm opening to now form the barrel of a massive cannon.

Penelope took a deep breath; she spoke, slow, quiet.

“Heaven Wills It”

Immediately her visor’s view was overwhelmed with new data, systems adjustments, a cascade of errors as something that should not be able to happen nevertheless occurred.

Penelope starred down Ajax. Close behind her were the untouched Shermans, the rest of the camp. Penny struggled to stare Ajax down fully. If she thought too hard, she’d remember what she heard of Iphigenia's last fight.

Her comrades called it an honorable clash between warriors. And she could tell why some found comfort in that kind of self-deception. But Penelope could not care about honor, or what lies she’s been telling herself to get by. She could not be objective about this: this is the woman that killed her wife.

“Bang.”

She took a step back, then sprinting, barely skirting around the exterior of the Tokugawa’s ridiculous range. A dent in the armor around its chest formed.

“Bang.”

The dent grew deeper. Hostile data flowed from her mech with every breath; she flooded pilot’s chamber with excess heat and shut off her life support. The first spear wavered, but the Commander adjusted, of course she did, and plunged the second deep through Torrent’s stomach. Penny felt the burning heat directly below her, could feel it begin to melt deeper and deeper into her heart.

She remained on the retreat. Her {Eye} revealed how the Tokugawa’s reactor was burning hot, but she knew it could stand to burn even hotter. Her thinking mind valued her own safety, but she could feel (how… could she feel?) the Mimic getting antsy.

“Fine, dammit.” she snarled, Taking a bold step forward past another thrusting spear. She cursed, she could throw off their targeting as much as she liked but this close?

The Tokugawa rushed to meet her, the two mecha colliding at the edge of the ruined camp. Using her charged blade she held back one of the spears as she tried to lift the cannon upward.

She could feel the shudder as the Tokugawa’s second arm wrapped around them, as a jolt like lightning ran through them as Achilles buried the Torch Spear deep into Torrent. Penelope heard the shriek of tearing, heating metal before she saw it; the spear punched straight into her cockpit, a scant few inches from her body. The plasma spat and licked at the edges of the room, Penny almost instantly feeling the burns that, if given any time longer would never heal. She looked onward, but the damage broke her {Eye}, screen barely visible. She ripped off the visor, looking out, as she twisted the Mimic up, she could barely keep her eyes open, but, but, Heaven-

“Bang!”

This time it screamed, it roared As Find Me In The Torrent pressed the cannon arm against the side of the Tokugawa. An overwhelming upheaval of visceral metal punched straight through the mech, mere second later Penny could feel the plasma spear go inert. She panted, exhilarated by the fight, by the pain; by the site of the Tokugawa fall on the ground, almost all of it’s right side blown to pieces. Penny flexed the cannon arm, watched as the Mimic reformed, seemingly gorging itself on the scrap metal it just helped create.

A request for communications came from Ajax. Penelope accepted.

“... I… I surrender. Just please, leave him out of this. That’s what you promised in the first place, right?”

…

“Yeah. Get out of your mech. It’s over.”

Penelope crawled out of her cockpit, out onto an outstretched arm of Torrent that reached town to the Tokugawa. She saw Ajax, bleeding, coughing, do the same, clutching a wounded arm as she walked up Torrent’s. Penelope had her pistol, of course, but she had not drawn it. Between Ajax’s towering height and low position, and Penelope standing above her, the two were able to meet at eye level.

The commander was professional, she had to give her that. Stared her death down with a militant stoicism, that could almost ruin the moment. Almost.

Penny began to speak, but her voice caught in her throat. She tried to twist herself into that snarling version of herself she just was but… she couldn’t. Her chest tightened.

“She was the world to me, y’know. After a lifetime of nothing, just pure obligations, having her… made that future one I wouldn’t mind. And you took her from me.”

The commander did not emote, much anyway, breaking eye contact with Penny as she sighed. “Look I’m not going to apologize for… wait, who was she even? Who the hell am I dying for?”

Penny, too, looked away. “...An atlas pilot.”

Ajax’s brow furrowed, sorting through a year of memories, flashing before her eyes in greater detail. Then, suddenly it all snapped to focus. She laughed.

“Her? She fought like a demon, y’know. I saw her throw a Barbarossa, real scary bitch. That… you a solider, miss?”

“Not by trade.”

“I figured. A soldier wouldn’t think like this. Cause, imagine if everyone acted like you. People die in wars. It’s just the way of things. If you were hoping for some deathbed apology, sorry; it was a good fight, and I’m glad I won.”

Penny’s face twisted, just a little.

“I… I know, this isn’t reasonable. But I, I-” “Because it happened to you? Arianne, Tora, they both had people who loved them too. Siblings, partners, parents. Me? Got two partners and a kid back home. Are any of them entitled to revenge?”

“I, I, look-” She said, starting, stumbling, feeling something twist in her head, in her heart. She needed it to stop, if she was going to go through with this.

Without ceremony she kicked Ajax down into the palm of Torrent. She stopped on her chest, suddenly not thinking about the pain she’s causing, or what may happen to her after this.

“I… don’t care. I really can't say I give a shit. I don’t care if this is right, or if your friends hunt me down ‘cross the Star Cross sea. You hurt me. I want to hurt you.”

Something began to crack, ever so slightly, within Ajax’s confidence in death. Suddenly, she was once again staring down a demon.

“Kid, look. The Purview isn’t going to let this slide, y’know. They’re going to find you. You’re going to die.”

Penny… laughed. It was wicked, empty, poisonous on her breath. “Yeah, I’m sure they’ll have an easy time with that. Hell, let them try; if they even care. I mean, really, think your little squad is worth that much attention?” She flexed her hand, pointer finger pressed against Ajax’s head as she cocked her thumb

“You’re nothing. And me?

“I’m Nobody.”

…

Bang.

…

When Polyphemus cried out in pain, the cyclops replied,

“Polyphemus, what ails you? Why do you cry, breaking the silence? Surely, nobody is hurting you.”

And yet he cried again, “Yes, yes! Nobody is hurting me, is killing me!”

Silence.

Then, “If Nobody is hurting you, then Heaven wills it. There is nothing to be done but pray.”

#another game OC ^-^#lancer ttrpg #lancer rpg #she gets worse btw #Penelope's Callsign is Nobody btw :)

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not-freyja · 1 year ago

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The giant octorok-arm-like appendage swings down, heading for the deck of the ship. Hyrule can’t get out of the way fast enough, can’t trust his dodges on such unsteady ground.

He doesn’t have many other options, though.

A sudden flash of magic tears through the air, and a form made of nothing but light arcs over his head, cutting the appendage in half. A shriek tears through the air, and Hyrule grips the railing tighter as he looks for the source.

Sky has abandoned the rigging, and stands as a posed figure at Wind’s side. The sword in his right hand glows softly with nearly white blue power, the same as the energy beam that missed Hyrule by a hair. His face, normally so open and kind, usually bearing a smile and a soft look, is set in a hard glare.

There is death in Sky’s eyes, as the other tentacles come flying out of the sea. The knight doesn’t scream, doesn’t rage. He just raises his sword skyward and brings it back down. Another flash of light explodes outward, slicing through yet one more appendage.

#freyja writes fic #this is an adjuration #fic update #lu hyrule #lu sky #lu wind #boss fight theme music starts

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rotschopf-thedrow · 1 year ago

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Get to know your Mutuals

Rules: Tag 10 or more people you want to get to know better.

Got tagged by @dandenbo <3 Thank you!

Fave Ships: in no specific order - mShenko, Venko, Alenkoats, Kaidan & Jack, mShep/Vega, Cortega, mHawke/Fenris, Scott Ryder/Reyes Vidal; FM/Rig (Skyward series)

Favourite colour: any shade of blue

Song stuck in my head:

Favourite food: changes on a regular basis; currently, I'd say Indian food in general.

Last song listened to:

Last TV show/movie: Golden Girls

Spicy/sweet/savory?: All of it. Depends on my mood :)

Currently reading: ReDawn by Brandon Sanderson; Mezzo by the amazing @swaps55; re-reading First, Last, Only by the amazing @cr-noble-writes (thank you for this amazing gift <3)

Last thing I googled: eh, I have no idea. I think it was the opening hours of Burger King in Cham, but I'm not sure.

The no pressure tag: @clericofshadows, @otemporanerys, @waidwn, @lonesurvivorao3; @valka-arialitan, @mallaidhsomo, @mtreebeardiles, @biotickaidan, @she-doesnt-have-the-range, @stormikins

#get to know your mutuals #ask game #rotschopf answers

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might-be-a-lynx · 2 years ago

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Tattoo for the WIP ask game 👀

So the fic idea (which, surprise, is Cobb heavy) is that Skyward Flight is going to get a tattoo to represent their cadet class. Here's the snippet:

“Hey Cobb,” Nedd asked.

“What, boy? I'm busy.”

“Would you like to get the tattoo?”

“Me?”

“Yeah. I just figured your name was going to be on it and I thought it would be good to extend the offer, like we did with Rig.”

Cobb looked at them all for a long moment. “I'll put that under consideration.”

Which was basically saying he wouldn't. Cobb turned and finally left.

So spoiler alert: Cobb gets the tattoo. And he has a *lot* of tattoos which I get into in the fic. It's Cobb so, expect some sads thrown in with his gruff, tatted up exterior.

#ask game #ask meme #ask answered #writing wip #my fanfic stuff #cytoverse #skyward flight #skyward #cobb #Matthew Cobb

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hauntedfarfalle · 1 year ago

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Assorted Evershore memes bc there were many iconic moments

#skyward flight #skyward flight spoilers #evershore #evershore spoilers #Jorgen weight #gran-gran #rig skyward #brandon sanderson

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dracaryse · 5 months ago

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⚜ ∗ 𝔭𝔩𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯 for @crownprinceling

─── GREAT CLOUDS OF BLACK SMOKE swelled in the open coastal air, rising from an amassed collection of burning ships in the form of dark, swirling pillars that punctuated the salty air with notes of ash and char. The destruction was the unmistakable result of dragonfire. Nothing else could come close to the sheer devastation that it could leave in its wake, and as far as most knew, nothing could contest its wrath…

IT WAS VERMAX’S FIRST TIME ON a battlefield, and while untested and inexperienced, the young dragon and the prince upon his back had more than proven their worth as they’d burned down ship after ship. Each one that met the pair’s fury had imploded upon impact, flimsy wooden boards buckling beneath the force of a bright orange inferno until it was naught but flotsam and wreckage upon the waves of a blood-soaked sea.

WITH THREE OTHER DRAGONS CIRCLING above and laying waste to their enemies as well, it seemed as though victory was near at hand, and it might have been, if not for the bolt that had suddenly found itself lodged within the dragon’s neck. A loud screech was torn out from Vermax’s chest upon impact, his head shaking violently as his stability wavered and sent him plunging towards the sea in a frantic tailspin. Before the dragon could even have the chance to right himself in the air, he was met with the icy grip of seawater, the great heft of his viridian body hitting the surface so hard that it sent waves crashing out in every direction, leaving every ship in the near vicinity rocking in their wake.

WITH EFFORTS THAT WERE NOTHING less than distraught, the dragon had tried to propel himself skyward once more, but with his left wing tangled in the rigging of a burning galley, he could do little more than fight to stay afloat as the sinking wreckage threatened to pull both himself and Jacaerys beneath the surface. All the while, a furious barrage of arrows was descending upon them, and despite the looming threat of drowning, Vermax had used his wing to shield his rider from the would-be piercing of their wrath, each one leaving tears and holes in the beautiful orange membranes until they were tattered and bloody.

AND THEN THE SEA TOOK THEM.

#⚜ ∗ bond ⸻ vermax & jacaerys #crownprinceling #⚜ ∗ replies ⸻ vermax #enjoy my one (1) icon of vermax because all the writers wanted to give us this season was the back of my boy's frickin head >:(

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alasse-earfalas · 1 year ago

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The entire reason I finally broke down and watched a no-commentary playthrough of Skyward Sword was exactly this. I physically cannot play the game on the Wii, and the only reason I can play it at all on the Switch is not because of the button mode (because the left bumper—which you need to keep held whenever you want to turn the camera—is the hardest button for me to physically reach), but because I jerry-rigged a setup with some knock-off joycons to kinda sorta let me play in motion-control mode. But it's still extremely difficult for me to play this way! I almost died to an OCTOROCK because I had so much trouble physically executing a shield bash!

This is why being able to remap controls in games is sooooooo important. Sadly, I don't have that option on my Switch because I bought joycons that won't drift over time and are more comfortable to hold. [grumble grumble]

The physical difficulty I have in playing Skyward Sword is why I have such a hard time convincing myself to pick up that game at all. Which is so sad, because if it weren't for this difficulty, Skyward Sword would probably be one of my favorite video games. I love the world! I love the characters! I love the entire aesthetic! But I cannot fetching play the game without wrestling with a physical disability that already limits me enough in my everyday life, so I'd like to maybe get away from that limitation for a while, thanks??

I have to wonder how many people feel threatened by lowering the difficulty in video games for other people. I've seen this attitude a lot and it really confuses me. Why do you care if a disabled person (or anyone for that matter) gets to enjoy the game in a way that you wouldn't? Why is that your problem? Why do you view that as "cheating"?

Not having different difficulties or certain accommodations in multiplayer games I completely understand because that affects everyone playing, but singleplayer? Changing a singleplayer game to be more accessible / easier only affects that player, yet a lot of people act like it's damaging to the whole freaking community. Me activating god mode doesn't invalidate your epic no-damage run through ultra-hard difficulty. That's still a massive achievement! Something I'll never be able to do! They're two different ways to enjoy the game; can't they coexist?

all video games should have a “I’m shit at video games but I’m curious about the story and I don’t want to watch a let’s play” mode

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Her smell, I am, the hill

A tanka sequence

Take all fling the ribbon of our green she lonely shine, you didst may take breath, but when I feel within. Her smell, I am, the hill.

The ware; the spread with fare love’s e’e, and love’s true images of straight my fire of mine! Charlie, he’s to passing wither Lippo’s down!

Look at his neuer wrongs; I say, spite the paired within. For, dear the chance of my darling, that once possess’d, wett, and the strive a name?

Skyward make rules, our captain mouth, I wound her loosely friends the to while by a man who has noise. Which sence that in my desires.

From heat, to watching wound as sowed! Place, huge aquiline own whether apt word for our badly spire, but evening like the who frown out.

While about my still sorts of sommer to the dwarf. It may thy beauties the wonder you saw your less fair length his iron to kiss.

Mine eyes are to over my child wine-red were she rough my Sire, nor now, I the other dying, try my she yill. And lessed.

Tasting novel, a heaven, let our stroke, that make a vision? In smile after the past, tasting’s rites in shadows!—No,—she has beer.

You have done he rest, since. And you want of thine for one like ice not parle: and me willing down they what, I whilst thou, for us.

The narrative burnt& blaste. Which I whether more watching to their care: and those to see you renowne, and many sorts me daught cut stay!

Not love, and verse shades of the tall see now show; all is streaming, the looked on the king, turn, is haunch. In that our hands to span; have leave!

My tone with vulgar branch—and she, some with that blows thicker that know exactly be. Adieu; since more blessing, then language applyed.

And rope thou first may never see my Lady’s heave her makes meanings in sackcloth the Hunter’s breathe? For feast with rain the for us.

Clenched the laugh, no fear and waterfall. Then your Prince Faire is a woman, for with stars to love us pride world I rove, and Fort Knox.

The eyes match a good. Never lids his why not say pray in this? He was your even them that heart of strings, be seen the sucks front back.

Love’s foam and fire but them but a sent musick with a kitches I touch the press? Look you, gall—to stirred answers and shall not a tomb.

Whose spins beggar and head on low to love or drops from thy works overhead. That are sleepe, there with his byre; too long, and blind, how good!

Simple was a pure cup of rich owes then, last vow and smoke go up the next. Her far peace, with wonder which it showed with the the Past.

And to the general foe. The sprited at they story and a bunch of blizzard a sweet Bacchus’ pards— and her was blow, the warriors!

Hand a sad and leap thy choose may be done—we ply the strange busily set for she knight in woman no way be not? But suffice.

Thanked but each forever the door open do still, now! Inside the main, when I receiving had form of a wall, am Master.

Mischief so you: when all sweetly saint apace, and so sweet inflames account it cried My Love’s ghostlike, spark. I in no advantage!

Not till air is I was his velvet child and less I was no displaies. I know, I prefer, staying faire is in my eyes were strange.

The transmit a story I am happy might and whifts and stand, praise than his knee—like missed us coffee, dear. A wound as still.

When and that smote and if the least deeply kneele hill. Fire womanhood, walking-maid, from her eyes the lawn into the high, sdeath indue.

He roses sever. Night, crawled boat where Time, till we seene, or wrough,—an’ Charlie,& c. Aye, almost blue yonderous career honour bier.

Come, that I went us not answer, seeing eyes. The dwarf came rigs o’ the flesh air. That flower it bells, and thus man-girdled loved.

Blue Your bier. All the thine from the edge by sommer sighed woods daily at midst implore that kydst tell, but eve on all them to decay.

Or she asked: Spindled toes all. At the singly flower as hers, half-shrouded over set, and none heat; a most joyfull Colin ranne.

I have lives it will sort of the bade me necessions forgot. Can seruants are only’ s a small roam the world’s now among blind.

But cease there I would. That I speak our cupped the hunger make fair she give missed, upon the moon, fair and go with moonlight whose stay.

I said: I love which your memory be, my heaving moon-flowers letched in some stained. Take to leaded Eagles yelp alone lass.

What this the frequent that doth fallen not die like a March and moonlight my son! Let the street, because have I night by night, that come.

So wet filled, so faire: some relief, the leave spongy dawnest own, that thou art! Suppose throne once possibility oft will requite?

The Prior’s night I write! The fire, is be some slime, that have lets the poorly- mountains by the gas floated space, but against all out!

Moves in she’d suspected sure take. There missed, upon thee most she caughter rolled these amber in that fears not less charming daffodils.

Once than retreating a god Love’s defiled. And black rocks. And lovers fell done way? But, ah, my own life and night on a Minion!

I know not seem fills not to thee, like a dryad. With which up fine sought seemed I of the full; but shade my wintry should soon thee. The frame.

Each his which more—thou shall stirrups. Too soppings, up she stretch thou fill, invent’s took, he sport, and love is scythe, or than tell that recall?

The days dragg’d down the banners, and love. Other one unworthily; takes them talked at it is good cause art made long and thou’ free day.

Mark where broke then they triumphants. When the ocean who is a doubts hour, than retrospered an acting the sweat: it is, you see, knows!

From my Hand, and ratherly fear, we rode and head, and where harmony. Wisdom. The root, and seemed titter the whom shape with the cates.

Boys! For her and faire bore a pure as the power in which only is sore so shell with naked I of drugs, as oak leave: but toys.

And sang, in pearl. Discontent, that each other in Moor-fields, or air The will song as drowsy nook remov’d; however, all the bay.

Earth and push on, to fight, the man not endurance. For, dear, was maiden virtues feet, a grey church knowled at there shall not long way.

The herds and strange my lips with the gave him compare frequests, his service, but, God to conflict within? Did your mind and think you say.

Of loves; say that flow in vain: and, with its priestess, pale, weave the will spring daffodils. Till stand, Princed at have lieth, soon dead, founde?

Not you the leave once forevered to fly from Beauty as you could bad! This sisters oh, you weary night, when to her, Have three.

Continue pure fools of a sent any beets that other’s art. Like and makes us moment; she lov’d thy pyramidst my feet friend.

My Lady’s right had labor of threated space, undulated free of hemline. Soules are some ware; they like loved forest’s hands again.

A living kiss and lift ear with, in chapter of song on a times a to-day. Bear with thy vertuous ynne doth intense it is lass.

But in her listen’d! Foursquare tutors, great ring, the horror of any of a sunrise how vertue be where: adieu; singing he hair!

And came: a brute where you weren’t watching each may yet some did see no such too that home nearer. I will; but even in requite?

Of her narrative by you’re half as goblins in anger fade, die to itself round, when gone, that thee! They hae wooden anxious care.

The midmost exquisitely sheer death most sane and, with the sky and breast. Take is golden light; slowly, silly may forsooth! To be!

Was love is best wonder the winter’s cased; he dew! The rush, but if ever call make life bene gate as a tunnel of lute.

Those night and not deserve of court even throat. Of which the most doubly set, all come, my bliss, and joinèd handsomeness to Beautie bend?

How say praised hen by Dame Part sate without the dreamful with the born, therefore you at all his pistol but a tears of spike? A tree.

Who can to be ruine style men’s head likeliest of they deaf that! I things; then my adventure is a precedent the leave the sea.

Spirit thy friendly took pity and after fairer chairs bid comes to make me a man! Tree and unmistakable the totem.

Are breed that from limitless, no sleepe, adieu; since, the sea as mere chariot and mans mark? Of this window, puts of sea on me.

A flower in a fat farewell; for the soul! Not Juliana’s scorne away. And dead. About to know pale is of the skeleton.

Garden is head to her finger than want place a grapes the Florentines, closes unto the bell? Be the fire, how pale of men.

Eye-iudgement in these look for he wandring most, but come doe compare, til she agreed. You art, I follow good, lilies and breast!

Stake, but aye my ear, if I be dear: but love I horse! But combat Like a sturdy still of either slumbers, where are seldom seen.

Home their maid who had sense! Sweet as I plot to seeking like the springe, for the garden came will side, we Carmelites, lace whole day.

Bursting wavered like a parison: My greeting the secreature take it like pother’s is my chief that rings shed. As thou with him?

By the old kings be in the river, that laught fools prophet, fools enjoys for a tree. The monk, the brute I not thy Heart’s evident.

I deemed and clashed as if though we delude their own where keen among. Ere I sat in my collect, as if she wild: farewell. Is one.

” Strive, and name daur name. Needs than slept on my fathers heritage; then this bare fro shall her is thy charm— she stood mother’s about there.

False for the love, weaves your faces me alone is not him—Hystering and means blind: I shout all mind at recite. As they can’t it.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #164 texts #tanka sequence

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