#rocket go zoom up to the sky

[evelynstarshine]

BIG SPACE NEWS, PRIVATE SPACE COMPANY LANDSPACE HAS LAUNCHED THE WORLDS FIRST EVER METHANE ROCKET Under the motto of "Bringing Green Energy to Life" LandSpace have proven the viability, economy and safety of a previous only theoretical means of reaching space.

ZhuQue-2 (Redbird 2 in English) is a rocket designed by the Chinese private company LandSpace. It stands 49.5 meters tall with a rocket body diameter of 3.35 meters. The medium-sized launch vehicle has a carrying capacity of up to six tons into a 200-kilometer low-Earth orbit and up to four tons into a 500-kilometer Sun-synchronous orbit (SSO). One focus of the development of ZhuQue-2 was green and economically viable methane. According to the LandSpace website, the price of propellant was reduced by 50-90%, comparable to similar Chinese launchers. Furthermore, methane allows for a non-toxic, less-polluting, and more modern approach to fuel the rocket, compared to the hypergolics of the early Chang Zheng family.

[ikiiky]

I have the overwhelming urge to watch Little Einsteins

[gyubakeries]

OT13 as: types of people during Diwali

a/n: diwali is the indian festival of lights, and it celebrates the triumph of good over evil; light over darkness. people usually celebrate by dressing up in traditional clothes, bursting fireworks, decorating their houses in diyas (small lamps that look like this 🪔) and distributing sweets. in light of the festival just passing by, i thought of this! hope you guys like it <3

p.s. this is entirely my opinion and there's lots of other ways people behave during/celebrate diwali. this was written just based on my observations.

contents: mentions of firecrackers , seventeen written as desi boys (i was inspired to write this after watching them do the holiday dance w an indian carat)

firecracker names:

atom / sutli / chocolate bombs - really loud and annoying (don't mind the names)

chakra - circle-shaped. when lit, it rotates on the ground with one end on fire. VERY scary (to me)

pop pop - tiny round crackers that make a popping sound when you throw them on the ground. cute and harmless

rockets - the basic ones that whoosh into the sky and then burst into fireworks. pretty, but once lit, you need to be careful of it zooming at you

sparklers - pretty basic. they're sticks that, once lit, start sparkling. used to light the other types of crackers

type 1: the annoying people that burst firecrackers the entire night.

seungcheol: buys the LOUDEST bombs/crackers ; will be firing them off past midnight and ruin any chances of the neighborhood getting sleep. he's the guy that brings like ten candles and matchsticks (important because it helps people light up their crackers.)

jeonghan: simply evil. will throw pop pops at people for no reason. is a grown-up but will buy one of those fake diwali guns (they dont have bullets, just make a loud sound when fired) and chase little kids around.

chan: courageous (stupid) enough to hold a mini-rocket in his hand, light it while its in his hand (which is not supposed to be done) and throw the rocket out into the open. probably annoys girls by chasing behind them with sparklers, hoping to charm them. (the girls hate him.)

soonyoung: he's probably lighting chakras and then getting a friend (chan) to kick it around like it's a football. as if the thing isn't SPARKLING and on FIRE. has probably set off too many rockets into people's homes. he's a menace in the neighborhood.

type 2: the kind people who distribute sweets among neighbours and friends.

mingyu: he's probably making all the sweet treats by himself at home, with the help of his mom's recipes. packs them up in a cute way and gives them to his neighbors. (petty asf so he will avoid that annoying girl who stole extra sweets from him last year.)

joshua: bought like 20 of those expensive gift boxes with 5 different types of sweets in them for all his neighbors and friends because he's a sweetheart.

junhui: would also be distributing things among loved ones, but not the sweets people hope to see. the intricately designed box is opened to reveal ..... dry fruits. sorry jun, but those suck! (i'm also allergic.)

type 3: the unbothered people who ignore/sleep through the noise.

hansol: we've seen him sleep through grown-men doing karaoke. sleeping through firecrackers is light work for him.

jihoon: probably just immerses himself into his work. will be holed up in his studio, so all outside noise is cancelled out.

wonwoo: would also be engrossed in gaming or something that requires him putting his noise-cancelling headphones on. the smoke from the crackers makes his eyes burn, so he doesn't burst crackers.

type 4: the scaredy-cats and drama queens.

seokmin: he's going to be amidst all the firecrackers, but he's going to be screaming his ass off the entire time. people will be going deaf that evening. will act like the tiny pop pops are life-threatening. (they aren't.)

seungkwan: dramatics will be dialled up to a 100. initially, he's gonna bitch about all the people who burst crackers and call them annoying because the sound irritates him. but he will be found downstairs in the evening because he has major FOMO. will be either throwing out side-eyes or scolding people who are a threat to him (literally just trying to give him a sparkler.)

type 5: the eco-friendly person.

minghao: the type of guy to go around saying, "this year, i'm celebrating a green diwali" (which is good btw. bursting crackers severely pollutes the air) unfortunately, all his friends and the little kids think he's either too scared to join them or too superficial for caring about the environment. he doesn't care anyways ; will be decorating his house all pretty with lights and diyas though.

-fin.

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[sudriantraveler]

Traintober 2024 Day 30: Oncoming Storm

1943

Storm clouds swirled and darkened the sky, as an engine and its train puffed slowly through the English countryside.

The engine was a strange, boxy sort. One of Oliver Bulleid’s Q1 goods engines built with austerity in mind.

Despite being barely a year old, wartime service had taken a toll on him. His matte black paint, hardly a handsome look even when new, was covered in soot and grime, and a hoarse, tired panting sound emerged from his funnel.

The rain pelted down, and a distant roar of thunder shook the air.

The engine shuddered, and glanced nervously up at the angry sky.

Air-raids were an ever-present danger, which might loom behind every cloud.

"But surely..." the engine thought, "No aircraft, friend or enemy, would dare to fly in this stuff".

So despite the weather, he almost allowed himself to feel relieved.

At least there would be nothing more than rain.

That relief was soon gone however.

A chill ran through the engine's boiler, as through the storm the unmistakable drone of an aircraft rumbled overhead.

Its yellow nose emerged from the clouds, followed by a sinister gray body.

The black crosses on its wings boldly marked it an agent of death.

The engine saw it circle overhead, buffeted by wind and rain as it did so.

Slowly, painfully slowly, like a predator stalking its prey, it turned.

Then, it dipped its wings and dived towards the train.

The engine roared in fright, smoke poured from his funnel as he dragged the heavy train faster and faster.

He wanted to break the couplings all together, drop the train and run. But the couplings held, the rails curved up a steep hill, and his escape was painfully slow.

The aircraft's guns pointed out from its yellow nose, its sights aimed directly at the fleeing engine.

With great relief the engine crested the top of the hill.

The trucks, equally terrified at the prospect of being left behind, pushed forward, and with their surging weight the train rocketed down the hill, just as the aircraft guns flashed into life.

The crew ducked for cover as tracers blazed past their engine's boiler, burying into the ground and ricocheting off the rails.

Too close, Too Close, TOO CLOSE!

The engine whistled in terror as the winged beast zoomed overhead.

He could only watch, horrified, as it pulled up into a climbing turn, readying itself for another shot.

It was like it was toying with him.

Whistling fit to bust, the train raced down the line. Green fields gave way to houses, and air-raid sirens blared as the nearby town awoke to the ongoing attack.

The engine screamed through the station, feeling little relief even as searchlights and flak burst pierced the stormy sky.

The plane flew doggedly on, dodging ground-fire with almost unnatural swiftness and ease.

Diving in for another pass, it fired again. Metal punctured and tore, and the engine yelped as red hot pain reverberated through his side.

Cold wind blew through the newly opened gaps in his boiler cladding, and steam hissed from the bullet holes piercing his cylinder block.

He desperately tried to fight the pain and keep going. But his vision blurred, and his speed grew slower and slower.

He was a sitting duck.

Again the aircraft rose up, climbing and turning into position for what would surely be the final time.

The engine watched as the plane flew in towards him again, head on.

Its yellow nose grew larger and larger, the cannon mounted in its center bloomed as a black flower of death.

For both machines, the world narrowed into that single weapon.

The aircraft had just put its sights on target, when a searchlight beamed directly onto it.

It fired blindly, only barely missing its mark, as the dazzling light was followed by a flak burst striking clean into its cockpit.

The aircraft shook violently from the impact. Blood and oil sprayed out into its prop-wash, trailing behind in a fine mist which fell down over its would-be victim as it roared mere feet overhead.

Out of control, its dead pilot's hands limp on the stick, the wounded bird slowly pulled away into an unsteady climb.

Searchlights and ground-fire pursued it all the while, until it disappeared back into the storm clouds, and in a flash of lightning it vanished from the world of the living.

The rain continued to pour down, as back on the ground the engine and its train wheezed slowly to a halt.

His crew jumped down from the cab to inspect the damage, as he groaned and cried through escaping steam.

As the engine faded in and out of consciousness, fighting exhaustion and pain, he could only barely register that he was somehow still alive.

[kodaloveschris]

VIP Magic at Disneyland

The morning sun cast a golden glow over the entrance of Disneyland as Nick, Matt, and Chris Sturniolo eagerly awaited the start of their VIP tour. They stood near the exclusive entrance, sipping on complimentary beverages and chatting excitedly about the day ahead.

"I can't believe we're here," Matt exclaimed, his eyes scanning the park with anticipation. "VIP treatment at Disneyland? This is a dream come true."

Chris nodded, adjusting his VIP badge with a grin. "Yeah, skipping the lines is going to be epic. Which ride do you guys want to hit first?

Nick chuckled, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Space Mountain, definitely. I heard it's even more intense when you zoom through without waiting."

Just then, Madison Beer and her brother Ryder joined them, both dressed casually but stylishly for their day of adventure. Madison flashed a bright smile at her friends. "Hey guys! Ready to explore Disneyland like VIPs?"

"You bet!" Nick replied with enthusiasm, his excitement matching Madison's. "Thanks for inviting us, Madison. This is going to be legendary."

Their VIP tour guide, a cheerful Disney cast member named Emily, greeted them warmly and led them through the park. As they passed under the iconic Disneyland Railroad bridge, Emily began sharing insider stories and trivia about the park.

"So, first stop is Space Mountain," Emily announced, leading them briskly through the crowds. "We have reserved seats waiting for us. No waiting in line for you today!"

As they entered Tomorrowland, the sight of Space Mountain towering above them sparked a fresh wave of excitement. They breezed through the entrance and boarded their rocket ships, ready for the exhilarating journey through the stars.

"That was insane!" Ryder exclaimed as they exited the ride, his hair slightly disheveled from the speed.

Madison laughed, capturing Ryder's reaction on her phone. "You look like you've seen a ghost, Ryder!"

Ryder grinned sheepishly, shaking his head. "It was wild, okay? I didn't expect it to be that fast!"

Next, they ventured into Adventureland, where they embarked on the Jungle Cruise. Emily narrated the humorous jungle adventure, pointing out the animatronic animals and entertaining them with jokes that had everyone laughing.

"I think Emily's got a future as a stand-up comedian," Chris remarked, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes.

Madison nodded in agreement, filming Emily's antics. "She's definitely making this tour unforgettable."

After a morning of thrilling rides and magical experiences, they stopped for a VIP lunch at a reserved table on Main Street. They feasted on Mickey-shaped sandwiches and indulgent desserts, reminiscing about their favorite moments of the day so far.

"I still can't believe we're here," Matt said between bites of a Mickey ice cream bar. "This is like a dream come true."

Nick nodded, his expression reflecting awe. "Yeah, it's amazing. Thanks again for setting this up, Madison."

Madison smiled warmly. "I'm just glad we could all do this together. It's been so much fun."

After lunch, they continued their VIP tour with visits to Fantasyland, where they rode classic attractions like the tea cups and Peter Pan's Flight. Each ride brought new excitement and laughter, solidifying the bonds of friendship among the group.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over Sleeping Beauty Castle, they gathered for a private viewing of the fireworks show. They watched in awe as fireworks burst into the night sky, synchronized to classic Disney music that stirred emotions and filled them with a sense of wonder.

"This is magical," Madison whispered, her eyes fixed on the sparkling display.

Nick nodded, feeling a deep sense of gratitude. "Thank you so much, Madison. This VIP tour has been beyond anything I imagined."

Ryder grinned, his eyes reflecting the colorful lights. "I'm so glad we could all experience this together."

Chris clapped Madison on the shoulder. "You really know how to make a day unforgettable, Madison. This has been one for the books."

As they walked back to the VIP exit, tired but happy, they reflected on the day's adventures. The VIP tour had allowed them to experience Disneyland in a way they had never imagined, creating memories that would last a lifetime.

As they bid farewell to Emily and the park, they knew that their day of VIP magic at Disneyland had been more than just rides and attractions—it had been a celebration of friendship, laughter, and the joy of experiencing the magic of Disney together.

[david-goldrock]

I heard this song a while ago and I wanna know what it means! I like it :)

I don't know how to use spotify lol

I don't know, I am not good at this game

Gaza sweetheart after too much time we are breaking up It's time to return to my bros, the work and my life I wanna cold bear And to hear what happened And tbh it's kinda scares me to return to the routine here

say So what happened with the prices of the apartments? Risen And where are the new neighboors? Ran away And what happened with all of the children? On zoom Wow, what a mess And what's with the celebs in the country? Supportive And what's with all of the leftists? Brothers And what is the most pretigious job? Delivery person Ahhh okay, how fun

But I love the country And how on anything (they) say amen And how addicted am I to giving To how (they) don't let me pay Yalla

So I got it, I got it, still a mess But say, my guys Who will move us from here? Of course not you, you spawn of Amalek There's nothing like Tel Aviv and the bars And the food in Jerusalem And there's nothing like our weddings Under the dome of the sky (fancy hebrew for sky)

say What's going on with the roads? Jammed And what's up with all the demonstrators? Blocking (the roads) And what do they broadcast over the TV? Over the TV they mainly broadcast... panic So what's left from all the mess? Unity And what do they really feel here? Loneliness Will there be a war with the north(ern border)? For sure Wow, I don't dig it at all, I just got out of service

But I love the country How all throughout the year everyone is infighting But the moment a small rocket falls here All the people of Israel are suddenly brothers Yalla

[cosmica-galaxy]

Yoo Cosmica. I haven't been able to think of anything new to ask so I ask of you kindly for a part 2 of my helicopter ask please. This time, the reactions are from the matriarchs.

Survei was starting to feel the pinch of the attack as some units were injured, despite her trying her best to help with the rifle on her back. It felt like whenever she popped a few skibidis, a few more just show up! However, she wasn't expecting a sudden hail of gunfire to come down from the sky! The skibidi's scramble as a helicopter swoops on by and peppers them with bullets, dodging their counter attacks with grace. Not gonna lie, she was impressed and if the Plunger Cameraman wasn't down on the ground, she would've guessed that it was him in there! Once the attack is completed and the skibidi units retreat or die, the helicopter lands and color her surprised when the human steps out and greets the units! Impressive, human...impressive!! The speakerwoman would be trying her best, but there was a LOT of skibidi units in this attack! They were already getting overwhelmed, despite all units resisting the assault. However, the sound of rapid gunfire fills the air and the larger skibidi units fall, much to her confusion. She looks to the sky and finds a rouge helicopter flying about the air, shooting and peppering the ground with bullets, as well as shooting down skibidi units. It dodges bullets and rockets masterfully as it dispatches units after units, even dog fighting and taking down airborne units nearly effortlessly. It was quite a show for the units on the ground. Once the skibidi units lost enough of their own and the tides turn in the alliances favor, they retreat to report a failed attack. Then, the helicopter lands and out steps the alliance treasure themselves, the human! The speaker woman can only clap in earnest as the human tries to be humble while surrounded by the units in a brief moment of celebration. Who knew the human was capable of such skill? The TV woman was already feeling the hurt as the skibidis injured and hurt units left and right. This battle was not going in their favor that even a blinded camera unit could see it. However, right before the matriarch in question began to pitch a tactical retreat, the sound of helicopter blades approaching made the tv woman turn to look towards the source, finding a camera-copter zooming in as fast as possible. The sound of machine-based gunfire filling the sky came next and the skibidi units were suddenly downed by a bullet storm from the air. The mistress can only watch as the helicopter side-hovers, dodges, and snipes enemies left and right. Almost like it had a mind of it's own! The units on the ground were assisted from the support from the helicopter that the tide of battle quickly changed in the alliances favor. They all fought back the menaces as the support from the helicopter covered them and took down larger foes. Once the enemy had taking a violent beating, they all turned tail and ran for the hills. Shortly after that, the helicopter came flying in and landed not too far away and...out stepped the human?! All the units, including the tv woman herself, were shocked and approached to celebrate the human's assistance in winning the battle. From that moment on, the TV woman saw the human as a much more capable fighter than she gave them credit for. They were a force to be reckoned with...and she appreciates that about them. What a valuable ally indeed.

[elizabethrobertajones]

I was thinking a couple of nights ago about Stormblood paced like Dawntrail, with the Omega stuff brought into the main story with an actual zone through the Great Purple Hole that we would explore and learn from before unlocking the raids post-game.

I feel like trimming out the Ruby Sea, or condensing its story into Kugane zone stuff (even extending Kugane to include The Ruby Price and a few islands even as a second city level if we had to) and then telling more judiciously, as well as of course being bold and ditching the split start area and telling that in the Fringes only, and all of this encouraging a lot of trimming.

Another way would be to commit fully to the Dawntrail vibe and have Yugiri take us straight to Kugane because of Reasons we couldn't cross Baelsar's Wall immediately, and only have us come back to liberate Ala Mhigo after we've solved all the Eastern stuff as a warm up, maybe to move pawns into place. One obvious reason would be to immediately go research the primal that Ilberd summoned and while the war is going on the Scions are committed to their job and we go east instead to focus on that, and return to find Pipin and Raubahn have liberated as far as that bridge.

Also interesting if Zenos was never out there to start with, and we catch his interest and he pursues us to Gyr Abania, and THEN commits an atrocity, so we're standing in Rhalgr's Reach looking around at it on fire like oh shit, this is OUR fault.

By level 65-7 we've liberated Ala Mhigo entirely and then after the Shinryu fight, as Zenos is just about pacified, he's still in primal form, and then suddenly Omega comes zooming out of left field, T-bones him hard, and they go Team Rocket whooshing off back in the direction of the Big Purple Hole and we're like Oh SHIT. And the last 3rd of the story is a Weird Bullshit Plot Twist Zone like, now at this point, every other expansion in the game except ARR.

... Anyway just concepts I was messing around with in my head. As I said I am actually in the upper range of Stormblood fan, but Dawntrail really got me thinking about how The Lochs is the only non-bullshit final zone in an expansion. I mean even ARR takes us to Northern Thanalan which has a permanent Weird Sky and fracking, and Mor Dhona which has All Sorts of Bullshit and a Weird Sky, so it's a template even if it doesn't feel quite so alarming to arrive in those zones.

I wouldn't change anything substantial about the character stories or events that occur in the zones, just shuffle it around, trim things down, and have it follow the more familiar ShB-onwards habit of using every dungeon and trial to tell the story instead of throwing in random fights at pit stops along the way to keep us entertained. And if we have to sacrifice the Lord of the Revels for story , then we can always have Susano gatekeeping the rest of the Auspices trial series in the patch stories.

[soundprooft-visualz]

Humans are Space Orcs: Leopard Squad

The night was as quiet as it was still in the Great Dismal Swamp. The chirping of various hundreds of bugs brought the insectoid xenolife some semblance of comfort, being reminded of the sound of their sleeping young and mates back on their home planets. As a hive mind, the individual didn't have such feelings, but the Matriarch felt the yearn for her people to be reunited again. She had grown tired of the conquest of this overtrodden ball of dirt. Hundreds, no thousands of battalions had fallen in the conquest, and hundreds more to disease and wildlife. The company of dozens of bugs let out a collective simultaneous buzz, their equivalent of a wistful sigh, silencing the rest of the wildlife around them. The silence persisted longer than they expected it to. Seconds turned to minutes, and the minutes dragged as the forest around them went dead quiet. The prey instinct kicked in and the bugs went onto high alert, drawing their weapons and looking for the predator that was lurking in the shadows.

Belyan held a finger to his lips, active camouflage making them nearly invisible as they loaded the battery into the side of a plasma rifle, the barrel glowing white hot seconds later as their helmet picked up movement signatures ahead. They pointed behind themselves without a word and then ahead of them. Eight humans crept through the forest in the dead of night, like shadows over the roots beneath the darkness of the new moon. Leopard Squad was on the hunt, and each one of them knew just what was on the line. This company was looking for an old survival bunker the Collective had just heard of themselves. It could've had food, weapons, survivors, hell, maybe even clean water. It was enough for Earth's last special forces unit to come out of hiding to secure it.

Quanta's visor zoomed out when she saw Belyan's finger pointed at her. That was the signal, it was go time. A few dozen feet to the side and several hundred feet back, she stood up, the reactor of her power armor letting out a high pitched whine before it melted away to a low drone. The bugs immediately tuned into the noise as the panels of her armor shifted into place. She let out a low chuckle and raised her arm, pressing a button on the elbow and hoping her squadmates had her earplugs in.

An old MP3 file of Ezekiel's Horn blared from the speakers of her armor, the sound of the end of the world blasting so loud it kicked the dirt around her up into a dust cloud as she picked up her weapons, lightning arcing through the dust as the barrels spun up.

"That's right, you big ugly bastards, all eyes on me." Quanta cracked a crooked smiled beneath the tungsten helmet, watching the individual vitals ratings of their enemies spike simultaneously. Interesting... they're synced up. She'd have to think about that. Modular, syncronic design could increase the efficiency of her armor.

"Q, you could at least act like you feel bad. We're supposed to be professionals." Even as Belyan's voice crackled in her ear, she could hear them trying not to smile as they loaded a magazine into their plasma sniper rifle.

"Just because I have a sense of humor doesn't mean I'm not good at my job." Three shots bounced off her armor, the impenetrable wall not even flinching as she continued walking forward, thunder cracking every time she fired her weapon into the horde ahead. One got too close and almost slipped past the sensor. As she wound her hand back for a punch it fell over, bursting into flames from a plasma round in the back of the head. She heard Belyan breathe in from the lungs emptied to steady their hand as she shook her head.

"I just had the most fucked up thought."

"What's that?" Quanta loosed a salvo of rockets, stripping a passing dropship out of the sky in a burst of purple fire as the compressed potassium burned everything carbon-based inside.

"We are definitely getting discharged if we win."

"Oh, no fucking doubt. No chance I'm passing a psyche eval after this one."

(( i still have fuckin covid this is all i got

[skyler10fic]

Lightning Strikes Twice: Ch. 9

Summary: Skye is called upon to use her powers to help Carol unlock her full potential.

Notes: Consider this a bit of fix-it trauma healing for 5b. IYKYK :)

Read on Ao3

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Out of all the changes and adjustments and nonsense on this planet, the gym was comforting to Carol. Running was running on any planet. She enjoyed running along the boardwalk with Skye, of course, but for clearing her head, it was too overstimulating with the traffic, people, birds (why were there so many terrible sea birds squawking here?!), and cacophony of other noise.

Punching bags, weights, stretching… This she understood. Yon-Rogg had always been on her to learn to fight without her powers, and now she had to if she wasn’t going to make a show of being a science experiment instead of earning her place as a Shield agent. Melinda allowed her to use her powers only in enhanced-agent-specific training.

“Soon you’ll be able to join Skye and the other rookie enhanced agents,” Melinda promised. It was a dangled carrot, Carol knew. Motivation to keep her spirits up as the more experienced agent took her down, time and time again, in no-powers fight training.

Finally, Melinda and Maria Rambeau took the flying-powered trainees and rookies out to the desert one cool evening. They wrote it down in the log as simply “flight training,” but they didn’t just get piloting hours out here on this empty air strip.

“Show us what you’ve got,” Maria permitted. An excited rookie took off her jacket and spread her hidden wings wide. Maria pointed to her and the bird girl hit a running takeoff at full speed. The girl’s joyful laughter triggered her wings to rain glitter down on them all. A gravity-defying young man levitated, stretching in midair as if he’d been cooped up in staying on the ground. Carol didn’t wait for her cue from Maria. She couldn’t help it. She launched off the ground, a human rocket, zooming far away from the rest and looping back. She tested her full powers in this atmosphere, going higher and higher.

If the others on the ground called out that she was going too high, she didn’t hear them. If anything, she could breathe better up here. She felt the cold on her face, but it was refreshing. Only a plane flying nearby told her how high she was. She raced to catch up and waved to the pilots, who didn’t seem to see her, but a child looking out the passenger windows did and waved back. They disappeared in a cloud and Carol laughed to herself. She floated back down to Earth smoothly, landing on her feet and walking to a stop. The others, powered and not, simply gaped at her.

“What? Sorry, am I late?” Carol looked in worry to Melinda and Maria.

“No,” Maria answered frankly. “We’re just glad you’re not dead.”

The bird girl blinked at Carol. “You’re not even covered in ice. If I flew that high, I’d freeze my wings off.”

“And asphyxiate,” Melinda added.

Carol shrugged. “I’m from space?”

This answer seemed to satisfy, once again. It wasn’t a secret within Shield, at least with these agents, but they seemed to forget. She was fully human, but different, like them, so they were still shocked by her abilities beyond the obvious. Sure, she could shoot fire from her fists, like a fire-powered enhanced person. But her powers were more about light and energy than simple flame ignition. She tried to explain it the best she could from what her Starforce training and Dr. Campbell’s report had taught her: She wasn’t a campfire. She was a sun.

“Carol, c’mere.” Maria beckoned her aside. “When you say space… Can you fly in space? I mean, not just with a spaceship but like that?” Maria glanced up to the sky and back to Carol.

Carol smiled wryly. “I could, but someone would have to turn off this.” She gathered her wind-mussed wavy hair to point to the inhibitor still on her neck.

“We’ve already tried, remember?” Melinda interjected, walking over from the group of rookie fliers. “Shield doctors couldn’t get it out.”

“True,” Carol conceded. “They couldn’t get it out without turning it off first. But we know someone who could break it from the inside.”

Maria raised her eyebrows. “Ant-Man?”

Carol laughed and then sombered when she saw the others still looked dubious. “Wait, is that really a thing? There’s an Ant-Man?”

Melinda folded her arms and cleared her throat. “Carol means someone else good at breaking things with their powers.”

Carol shrugged and wandered over to the cooler of water bottles. The others were still standing a small distance away from her, observing all of this. “Skye’s powers could help me unlock the full potential of mine.”

Maria narrowed her eyes and stepped closer to Carol, following her to the cooler. She said softly so the others didn’t overhear. “Between us, why do you have that inhibitor anyway?”

Carol took a drink of water before answering. “Look, I don’t know what you know about the Kree, but they don’t like for their toys to have a mind of their own. I’m out of range for them to track me with it, but the damping effect on my powers is hardwired in.”

“Tracking?!” Melinda’s eyes widened.

Carol reassured. “There’s no one here with the tech to activate it. I’d have to be—”

Melinda interrupted, running to the plane. “Maria, get the rookies. Carol, get in the plane. NOW.”

As soon as they were in the air, Melinda instructed Carol to call Skye on Melinda’s phone. Alone in the cockpit, Melinda warned Carol, “You’re wrong. What you said on the ground. But don’t ask questions now. Just tell Skye to be ready in Dr. Streiten’s office.”

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When Skye got the call, she hated that the first thought that popped into her mind was one of suspicion. What if Carol really had been fooling them all this time—if not as an agent of Starforce, instead as a way to get her inhibitor off? What if she was just sticking around Earth long enough to be free of the Kree’s power over her and then she’d be gone again?

It didn’t matter, Skye remembered as she rode the elevator with the silver eagle logo etched large on the inner doors. Her job was to help people. To protect them from alien and supernatural threats. Whether Carol chose to stay wasn’t the point. Shield agents did the right thing, regardless of the personal cost or reward.

When the elevator dinged at the medical office floor and the doors opened, Skye had her heart ready to sacrifice her crush on Carol for the higher purpose. She walked with her head high, a professional enhanced agent reporting for duty.

“Agent Skye!” Dr. Streiten greeted in the lobby. “I was just getting back from lunch. Are you headed to see me?”

“I am!” Skye glanced around, subtle enough that anyone watching wouldn’t have noticed, but face to face, he understood her business here was even more confidential than the usual doctor-patient relationship. “Dr. Simmons had some ideas for new protective gear. I seem to be wearing mine out quickly.”

She stretched her arm out to show him the gauntlets that helped protect her bones from her own powers. She flicked her wrist slightly and her smartwatch displayed a text from Carol with an arrival time of 10 minutes from now.

“Ah, we can certainly take a look at that.” The doctor led her into his secure office, where they were able to speak more freely. Skye pulled out her phone and hooked up a sensor. He stayed silent as she waved it around the room, past fake plants and his computer and bookshelves full of obscure, theoretical, and experimental medical texts.

“Clear.” She showed him the screen that verified his office wasn’t bugged. They both took their seats on opposite sides of his desk.

“Well, that’s a relief.” He blinked as he surveyed his office, as if remembering all the private conversations he’d had there recently. “Now, what’s wrong with Carol?”

“We’ve had reason to believe someone may be tracking her, and she has a piece of Kree tech embedded in her nervous system that would allow them to.” Skye pointed to her own neck to demonstrate where Carol’s inhibitor was.

“Yes, I remember.” Dr. Streiten leaned back in his office chair. “My team can’t remove it without great danger to her, though.”

“Carol thinks I can help. But she couldn’t say more on the plane. She needed me here and I don’t know anything about Kree medical tech, which means she needs my powers.”

Dr. Streiten followed where this was headed. “How accurately can you focus your powers? Within centimeters? Millimeters of precision?”

Skye hesitated. “In training, I’m usually trying to destroy things, and outside of that, I’m trying not to, so I can’t be sure.”

Dr. Streiten opened a desk drawer and pulled out a wired computer mouse. “Let’s start with this. I got a wireless one, so you’re free to practice with this. Can you detach the wire from the inside without opening it?”

By wire, he had meant the entire USB cord built in to the mouse, but Skye wanted to be sure she could do this with exact precision, so she hovered her fingers above the mouse and not only detached the USB cord but separated out each wire, sticking out of the rubber casing of the cord. She focused and broke off the little white part inside the USB plug too, shooting it out the end onto his desk.

Dr. Streiten nodded in approval. “Now, I have to ask: We don’t let surgeons operate on their loved ones for a reason. Is this someone you have a conflict of interest with, so to speak?”

Skye swallowed. “I’m just here to get the job done, sir.”

He softened and patted her hand on his desk. “You’ll do just fine.”

—-----------

Skye’s part of the procedure was simple enough: feel the wires in Carol’s neck and disconnect them from her nervous system.

“Ready?” Skye asked Carol, who was calmly gazing up at her from the exam room table.

“Ready when you are.” Carol turned onto her side to give Skye the best access to her neck. “I trust you.” Carol met Skye’s eyes for a second before laying her head down.

Skye inhaled and reached out to touch the inhibitor. The vulnerability of the situation stirred Skye’s heartstrings, but she tamped them down. No matter how intimate this was, she was an agent with a mission, one that threatened Carol’s safety, and by extension, the entire agency.

Skye felt the wires as they traveled deeper into Carol’s neck. She carefully, so so delicately, detached each one. Carol only whimpered involuntarily once, as the final one was much larger and required some strategy on Skye’s part. Skye apologized and sent a quick jolt of vibration through the inhibitor to get it over with quickly. The slight glow of the disc on Carol’s neck switched off. The power of the Kree was gone, no longer controlling the strength of Carol’s abilities.

Skye realized Carol was biting her lip and had a tear or two pooling in her eyes.

“Oh, oh, I’m so sorry.” Skye crouched down next to the table and wiped away Carol’s tears from her cheek gently as they fell.

“I’m okay.” Carol sat up, brushing her off. “I’m fine, thank you. Seriously. Thank you.”

Carol hopped off the table as if to prove how fine she was, but she wavered for a second and leaned back against the table.

Skye steadied her. “Just take it slow.”

“Excellent work, agent,” Dr. Streiten praised. “Now, Carol, let’s get you prepped for surgery to get that device out.”

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (28)

*The Capitol Zoo Fiasco* Read [this] & [this] first.

Reaper: *is extremely annoyed* Are we there yet?

Drunk!Sejanus: *starts singing* 🎶We’re going to zoo in our favorite rocket ship🎶

Drunk!Coryo: 🎶Zooming through the sky🎶

Drunk!Lysistrata: 🎶Little Einstein!🎶

Drunk!Festus: 🎶Climb aboard! Get ready to explore!🎶

Drunk!Coryo: 🎶There’s so much to find🎶

Lucy Gray: 🎶Little Einstein!🎶

Jessup: Lucy Gray, what are you doing?! You can’t just join them! They’re Capitol!

Lucy Gray: Oh, Jessup, don’t be shy now.

Reaper: Are we there yet?!

Drunk!Lysistrata: 🎶We’re going on a mission🎶

Drunk!Sejanus: 🎶Start the countdown🎶

Drunk!Festus: 🎶5, 4, 3, 2, 1-

Peacekeeper: *aggressively opens the door* Will you kids f*ckin’ shut up?!

Drunk!Coryo: Never! We haven’t sung the best part-

Peacekeeper: We’re already here! Everyone get out!

Drunk!Coryo: BOO. HOO. You can’t just order us around, officer. We have President Ravinstill on our side!

Drunk!Sejanus: Yeah! What my Snow Angel said!

Peacekeeper: THAT. IS. IT! You’re all going down the chute with the Tributes!

Drunk!Festus: Wait! I’m afraid of falling!😭

The Tributes: Well, sh*t!

Everyone: *slides down the chute*

Drunk!Coryo: My poor gorgeous back!

Marcus: Who kicked me?!😠🔪

Drunk!Sejanus: Someone get their thigh out of my face!

Treech: My beautiful thigh!

Drunk!Lysistrata: My elegant elbows!

Mizzen: Get your stupid hand off my face, Pablo!

Panlo: It’s Panlo!

Drunk!Festus: Someone’s kicking my head!

Teslee: Who is squeezing my foot?!

Reaper: Stop crushing my ribs, Dill!

Tanner: Stop touching my ass, Brandy!

Brandy: I swear that ain’t me!

Coral: Whoops! That was actually me. Sorry!

Jessup: Can you guys just get off already?! There’s a camera crew filming us right now!

Drunk!Coryo: Really?! Hi, Tigris! Hi, Grandma’am! I’m on TV!

Drunk!Sejanus: *follows Coryo* Hi, Ma! I’m alive and well!

Lucy Gray: Jessup, look at me! Is my hair alright? Do I look pretty for the cameras?

Jessup: I’m not qualified enough to make that judgment.

Coral: We all look like sh*t, 12.🙄

Drunk!Coryo: Nope. That’s false information. I always look fabulous~!💅

Drunk!Sejanus: Yup! Those lips are pretty as always, gorgeous!😘

Drunk!Coryo: Oh, thanks, love!

Drunk!Sejanus: No problem, Babe.

Mizzen: Go get a room or kiss already!

Drunk!Lysistrata: Kiss! Kiss! Kiss-

Lepidus: You kids are from The Academy, right?

Drunk!Lysistrata: *tries to cover her face from the camera* Who are you?! Why are you asking?! Are you here for my drugs- I mean, vitamins?!

Lepidus: What?! No! I’m-

Drunk!Festus: We ain’t telling you nothing! I ain’t no snitch nor criminal!

Lepidus: Calm down, kid. I’m Lepidus Malmsey.

Treech: Lepidus who?

Lepidus: A reporter for Capitol News!

Drunk!Coryo: Capitol News?! Are we in jail?

Drunk!Sejanus: Why are those people staring at us?

Drunk!Festus: Am I in trouble?

Drunk!Lysistrata: I never smuggled anything illegal, officer! I swear it on my father’s stethoscopes!

Lepidus: To be fair, you four are not even allowed to be here in the first place.

Drunk!Festus: That’s a lie! Felix Ravinstill never said we can’t!

Drunk!Coryo: So here we are.

Drunk!Lysistrata: Of course, all in the name of research!

Drunk!Festus: Yup! Good ol’ academic research for Dean Casca Highbottom!

Drunk!Sejanus: My good old friend, Marcus from District 2 even invited us here!

Lepidus: So Marcus invited you to fetch him and the other Tributes at the train station for research?

Drunk!Sejanus: That’s right!

Marcus: What?! Why would I- They’re clearly lying to you!

Drunk!Coryo: Nope. Our research is very important!😉

Marcus: They’re all delusional!

Drunk!Sejanus: Marcus, that’s so mean!🥺

Marcus: And they were drunk too!

Coral: Unfortunately, they still are.😒

Drunk!Festus: No, I’m not.

Lepidus: Seems like you are, kid. But Marcus-

Marcus: I swear I never met them in my entire life!

Lepidus: So why does the Plinth boy know your name?

Marcus: Who said I was Marcus?! I’m not Marcus!

Reaper: Whatever you say, Marcus.

Lucy Gray: Oh, don’t be too harsh on our Mentors! They even gave each one of us gift baskets and ham sandwiches!

Mizzen: The cookies were delicious too. 10 out of 10! I’m willing to eat again!

Brandy: Same.

Lepidus: That’s so thoughtful of them-

Peacekeeper: Oi! Oi! Show’s over! We were ordered to bring the four of them back to school.

Drunk!Coryo: No fair! We haven’t even greeted the crowd yet!

Drunk!lysistrata: Hello, kids!

Peacekeeper: Nope. Not today.

Drunk!Festus: But the crowd is waiting for Festus Creed!

Peacekeeper: *turns to his partner* Bring the handcuffs! They’re being ridiculous and rebellious!

Drunk!Festus: I can’t believe you just said that!

Drunk!Lysistrata: The audacity!

Peacekeeper: I’m an officer. Your argument is invalid.

Drunk!Sejanus: Are we still on TV?

Lepidus: Yeah. Unfortunately, the cameras are still rolling.

Drunk!Sejanus: I think I’m gonna be sick.

Drunk!Coryo: I think I’m gonna puke.

Drunk!Festus: Me too.

Drunk!Lysistrata: Does anybody have water?

Peacekeeper: What?! No! Not here! Not in front of Panem!

Lepidus: Think about your school’s reputation!

The Tributes: Oh, it’s happening!😱

Coral: Yup. It’s totally happening.

Jessup: Not in front of my stale bread!

Lucy Gray: Everybody, scatter!

*Meanwhile, at The Academy*

Felix: *sighs and turns off the TV* Well, I think we should just practice singing ✨Gem of Panem✨ before we meet our Tributes.

Iphigenia: Why? What’s the occasion?

Vipsania: Are we gonna attend another funeral?

Arachne: Maybe a wedding?

Felix: Nope. Not even close.

Apollo: So why do we have to sing-

Felix: Our reputation as esteemed Mentors is officially dead.

Androcles: Yup! Dead on arrival.

Pup: I don’t get it.

Felix: We literally saw it dying on live television just now.

Hilarius: So when’s the rehearsal?

Livia: Oh, shut up, Hilari.

[omg-just-peachy]

Santa Stony AU: Steve is Santa, racing across the night sky with his magitech sleigh, both rocket powered and pulled by his best buddy, a magic reindeer named Bucky (think Sven from Frozen). He works himself to the bone making sure all the good kids of the world have gifts in the morning unlike him growing up. (Maybe the super soldier serum was a magic potion instead or something. And after whatever war he decides to do this instead?)

His “head elf” (think Bernard from the Santa Clause, a slightly shorter then average handsome young man lol) Tony keeps the production lines of toys and gadgets and gizmos humming along, he maps out the best routes every year for Steve to take and keeps his sleigh going faster and better every year.

They’ve fallen in love only a few years into their partnership but it’s been centuries at this point because they’re to afraid to make a move, and if it goes wrong what becomes of their working relationship? They might ruin Christmas!!! Best to keep pining forever and ever

(Or we could swap it! Artist Steve is the head elf keeping the toys coming and Iron Man Santa zooming around the world delivering gifts using magic and tech (teleporting, a magic bag that holds all the presents shrunk down by Pym Particles, time travel tech etc). Same reasons for not getting together and all but Tony has Dum-e and U as his less intelligent magical reindeer lol)

Anyway, either one assumes one day Santa is going to find his “Mrs. Clause” or maybe thinks he already has? Either Peggy or Pepper was mistaken as her once and now it’s part of the lore and the other assumes it will be true one day soon.

omg i have to go with the second situation SIMPLY because bernard is my absolute favorite lol so head elf steve is extra cute to me!!

i need the entire workshop to be dedicated to the cause, i need dum-e and u to be causing absolute chaos to make steve and tony spend time together, i need pepper to be at her wits end with the flirting, all of the avenger elves have to be in on some insanely elaborate plan to see how many toys and ornaments steve can break as they talk loudly about the dates tony is going to be set up on until he fins the right person...

holiday chaos and then a christmas kiss, the end <3333

[tenaciouschronicler]

October 11 2024 2009

Ok ok ok ok ok, wow theres a lot going on here. I took so many screenshots to piece things together but tumblr only lets me post 10 :')

SO. WV does make it up the ladder and we zoom out to see Zazzerpans hand that was missing from the video feed in Roses house.

Zooming even further out, the bunker is in the middle of a crater, presumably from the meteor yet to hit Rose. We do see what the countdown achieved however. The cylindrical bunker rockets into the sky, with the green Sburb house logo painted on the outside. WV and Serenity are taken 'A CONTINENT WESTWARD' where we once again see Johns home hit with the meteor. We also get coordinates: Lat 47.362101, Long -122.054144, Elev 4130 (!). The impact completely wiped out the entire suburb and changed the shape of the river. As time passed, sand accumulated in the crater and from it sprouted a tree.

This tree grew some sort of sphere shaped bunker(?) also with the Sburb house logo that then dropped as the season changed to fall (and how odd it must be to change with the seasons that no longer exist).

We learn some things. First, this is where Peregrine Mendicant is and explains where they got : 1. the shopping cart and 2. all those mailboxes. I wonder what spurred their obsession with mailboxes or maybe thay treat them similar to how WV treats cans? Second, the star we saw approaching PM is actually WV rocketing by. WV spots PM and waves as PM gazes up. By this point PM has made it to the bunker so at some point hopefully we will get to see inside.

'AN OCEAN WESTWARD' and 'NOT MANY' years in the past a volcano is active. Zooming out into space a familiar spirograph appears in space and launches a meteor.

The resulting crater is partially filled with the lava from the volcano upon where Something or Someone builds a pyramid temple with seven layers. Each layer is engraved with Sburb spirographs reminiscent of the seven gates and atop this pyramid is a frog. There are also four pillars in the crater with smaller ones on the edge. Time passes and and waters rise, turning this into an island.

We jump to the present where Rose is attempting to get the generator running and narrowly misses getting hit with a fallling aflame tree. Mom gazes out the window, and even without eyes her demeanor is one that screams of knowing. How? I dont know. But as the lightning flashes we can see clearly what is on the side of their home.

Another spirograph.

Punching in 413, she reveales a secret bunker under Jaspers coffin. She knew this would happen. She planned for when it did. And I scream in frustration that we wont be able to ask why.

On the dark planet, Dad is alive and semi well. Captured, but not for long. We forget these are trick handcuffs. And this man has learned the trade his whole life.

What gets me is... does he just keep cake and shaving cream in his sylladex at all times? Are these his strife tools?? The second hes free he is guns-a-blazing ready to take on his captors and for that I applaud and fear him.

Back to the rooftop with Dave and Bro ready to strife against a blistering backdrop. Finally we see Bro beyond the silouhette as the light flashes across his shades.

WV finally reaches their destination, the frog temple, now beside a new crater where the volcano once stood. As the bunker descends we get more coordinates: Lat -0.955766, Long -174.759521, Elev 3077 and falling.

What battery had remained is now gone and WV gazes upon the frog.

End of Act 2

[sl33paholics]

can I request a story about a cat and a duck going to space in a tiny little rocket ship together and making freinds with a star.

Stellar Friends!

Warning(s): None!

This request is adorable and cute. I couldn't pass on this at ALL. An adventurous journey with two animal creatures.

As the small rocket ship floated throughout the vastness of space, Nebula looked up at the stars. There were so many of them. They glittered in the darkness, like they were on fire. The cat's tail swished idly from side to side as she gazed up at the infinite expanse above. It was a wonderful feeling. She could feel her heart beat in her ears, and it sounded as if the sound waves were crashing against her eardrums with each passing moment. She could also hear the hum of the ship’s engines, and she breathed deeply, filling her lungs with oxygen.

"I'm so excited, space! We're in space, Pulsar!" The Ragdoll giggled ecstatically, her paw and claws scraping the window. Her sea-blue eyes sparkled in the starlight. "What do you think the rest of the universe looks like?"

The crested duck rolled his eyes but didn't reply. As he always did, Pulsar ignored his companion's teasing. Instead, she looked around. "It's so beautiful... there are such different kinds of life in this galaxy," she mused aloud. "And so many planets! I can't wait to see all of them!" She tilted her head, watching an asteroid zoom past. "There's not much space in here, so please, don't move around much." The duck would say then, looking back out the window with her blue eyes sparkling and her whiskers twitching. "Space is so huge." The Ragdoll's voice was laced with excitement, and Pulsar knew she had no intention of leaving the safety of the little pod that protected them inside the small spaceship.

The more the two animals interacted with one another, however, the more it seemed like they were getting lost. Nebula was the first to realize that something wasn't right. She started to get anxious, staring intently at the starlit cosmos outside their tiny space. Even though their current position within the universe was a bit cramped, the cat's cheerful and ecstatic persona couldn't quite conceal the anxiety in her voice. "Pulsar? Where are we currently?" she called gently. The small white duck turned his head back towards the Ragdoll, pushing up his glasses. "It seems like we're lost. We're way ahead from our current destination, but..." He trailed off, not sure how to finish his sentence. His brow furrowed, and Pulsar stared up into the sky again. "We've been drifting for hours now and haven't made any progress whatsoever."

"None? But we were making progress when going through the stars -" Nebula argued. Her voice was tinged with worry, and her eyes filled with fear. Pulsar nodded. "Yes. But now... well," he paused. "... it appears like we've drifted into a pocket dimension of space." The cat's head snapped around to look at him. "What?" she squeaked softly. "It's dangerous to be out here. The temperature would rise within the ship's atmosphere, even if we were wearing our suits," Pulsar said with concern. The cat shuddered slightly. "So, we're in danger!?"

"Not quite. Not if we act fast enough."

"What about we send emergency signals?"

"They won't be able to reach us in time."

Nebula paled and leaned over Pulsar's shoulder, staring anxiously at the distant space. In her panic, she nearly pressed her face against the glass. "You mean that -" "Don't. The others on earth won't be able to reach us, however..." Pulsar looked at the control panel, pressing the yellow button. "What's that going to do?" The cat asked.

"It sends a signal to anyone in the area. With this, nearby spacecrafts could pick up the distress signal and respond." "Oh, goodie..." Nebula sighed, leaning her arms against Pulsar's chair. She rested her chin on his shoulder. The two sat in silence, both deep in thought. Minutes went by, Nebula felt her eyes grow heavy as she listened to the faint humming of the ship.

Suddenly, a thud hit their window, and Nebula jumped, knocking Pulsar over as her fur stood on end. The Ragdoll whipped her head around to look at the window alarm. A bright yellow stat was the one who 'd thumped on their window, and it was staring directly at them with wide open eyes. Nebula gasped quietly in fright and scrambled backward until her back hit the wall.

"Wait! Don't be frightened!" The star cried in a panicked tone. "I was soaring by and just so happened to hit your window on accident. I'm very sorry about that." Pulsar's body visibly relaxed as the creature apologized profusely. The two exchanged a relieved glance before turning back to the creature, who smiled widely at Nebula. "My name is Sirius. How long have you been floating in space?" The star gently removed herself from the glass, now floating freely in front of them.

MPulsar looked at Nebula in confusion. The Ragdoll shrugged and gave him a confused expression. "We don't know. We were traveling for hours and ended up in this space... dimension," Nebula said slowly, trying her best to articulate every word carefully. "We need help getting out of here, or we'll be stuck forever." Sirius blinked several times. Then she grinned, looking pleased. "Oh! You two do seem like you're in a bit of a situation, after all...it's rare to see rocketships out here." The star paused, tilting her head curiously. "Could I assist in returning you two back?"

"YES!" Nebula squealed.

"Please, we need all the help we need." Pulsar agreed.

"Follow me!" Sirius exclaimed, spinning away from the glass window. "We need to move quickly and discreetly if we want to escape detection." She would say.

It didn't take long. With the power Sirius held, she easily guided the small rocketship through the dark sky, keeping a close eye out for anything suspicious. The creatures were silent, too terrified to speak up. At one point, Sirius flew them past a large cluster of black clouds, and Nebula spotted a small ship among them. She almost let out a sigh of relief before they passed by.

Eventually, they arrived at a planet. Though it was covered in fog, Nebula could tell it was the planet that the two were originally going for. The star spun towards the window again, seeing the two creatures on the small rocket ship waiting eagerly. They were still holding on to one another's paws tightly. "Oh, thank you, Sirius! You even took us to the planet we were heading for!" Nebula gushed. "No problem! I really hope to see you guys around in the cosmos, I consider you guys friends!" Sirius laughed, and the small mammal returned the gesture happily.

"How could we repay you?" Pulsar asked. "There's no need to. Friends look out for each other." Sirius said before moving away. "Unfortunately, I have to go. I'll make sure to keep in touch! Bye-bye!" Sirius said before the star dashed off into the universe, as the two animals waved watching her leave.

[moonlithunter-writes]

Window & Instance - Pharah x f!Reader

   You didn’t hate your job, per se, there was just nothing you really liked about it. It was a boring corporate job where you worked in an office from 9 to 5 attending meetings, sending emails, and doing paperwork until you were exhausted. You had to wear makeup and blouses and tight skirts and heels that were so high you were afraid of rolling your ankle—but that was the corporate life.    You were in the middle of sending an email when an explosion sounded outside of the window. You cursed and your finger slipped from the keyboard, causing you to accidentally send the email prematurely. You groaned and swiveled around in your office chair, glaring out the window.    It was a military holiday today, and all day long soldiers had been firing guns and flying jets overhead in celebration—normally it wasn’t an issue working on the 67th floor of a skyscraper, but the roar of the planes and the bursts of fireworks were much louder from up there. And to make matters worse, you lived near the base and had been woken up at 5 am when the celebrations began.    You had turned back around and were already typing out an apology email when a huge shadow crossed your computer screen. That was strange, you thought, turning back to the window. There weren’t many things to make a shadow like that in the middle of a city at nearly a thousand feet in the air.    You watched for another moment, and then gasped in surprise as a robot flew past the window. No, not a robot, you realized after a beat. It was a suit of armor with some sort of self-propulsion unit attached to its back. When the armor-wearer turned to the side, you caught a glimpse of tan skin, plush lips, and a bright smile.    As if she could sense you looking, the flier turned in your direction and rocketed up higher into the sky, leaving a trail of smoke behind. You stood up out of your desk chair and went to the window, craning your neck for a glimpse of the woman.    Without warning, she zoomed back down, close enough to the building to make you jump back in surprise. Your eyes followed the flier all the way down as she pulled up out of her dive and returned to the 67th floor.     The flier hovered outside your window, openly grinning now, and your heart was pounding both from watching the woman’s incredible stunts, and from the way she was looking at you. As you watched, the woman reached out a gloved hand and began writing something in the dirt on the windowpane.    When she was done, she flew backward, nodded once, and took off into the sky once more. You watched her go, mystified, until she was out of sight—probably back off to the military base. It was a moment before you processed what had happened, but as soon as you did, you took a sticky note off of your desk and copied down what the woman had written on the glass—a ten-digit phone number, and the name Fareeha.

[luimagines]

To Unite All People’s Within Our Nation

Team Rocket continues!!

Remember how I said that part three was the last part? I was wrong. They commissioned me again for parts 4, 5, and 6!

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Content under the cut!

Sky realized that this game of cat and mouse is going to take him longer than he would have liked. Because for some reason, the sorcerer that he was chasing seemed to have dropped off the face of the earth with two other people to take their place within this weird dim lit hideout.

He sighs and can feel the weight of the sword on his back more so than usual.

He tries again to look around the hideout. He tries to either find the new people or the magic user. He’s not picky.

Sky thinks he’s lucky to spot one around the corner and he jogs up to them. “Excuse me-”

They try to punch him.

Sky catches it on reflex and they both freeze, neither anticipating the reaction of the other. Sky recovers first and tries to ignore they’re horrified look. For their sake, he tells himself.  “Hi.”

They don’t respond to him.

Sky tries to keep his smile up. “So I had a few questions and I want some answers if you don’t mind.”

“I do.”

“Huh?”

“I do mind.” They take their hand back and step away from Sky as if he was the attacker. Sky isn’t sure if he should be offended or not. Last he checked, he was the prisoner. What kind of operation are they running here?

Sky rolls his eyes. “I don’t want to fight you.”

“Good. Leave me alone.” They turn around and bump into the only other person Sky has yet to actually meet. He was a lot faster than Sky was, so he doubted that he was going to get anything out of him.

But then the strangest thing happened.

They both froze for a second before a light went off and blinded Sky- the magic user Sky thought disappeared was right in front of him once more.

Sky can feel his jaw drop, eyes wide with the new information. Those two people just became one. He points at them and knows that there’s going to be only more questions on his end. He has so many now, he’s sure he’s forgotten what he wanted to ask them to begin with.

“Oh perfect! I found you both! Good, good!” The dark fairy flutters around their heads before landing on the magic user’s. “I want to look at your blade, Captive.”

Sky takes a step back and raises his eyebrow. The magic user squeaks. It’s cute. But he can’t focus on them anymore. Not with that kind of request. “Why?”

“Finding some ruins that called it ‘The Sword that Seals the Darkness’ really piques an interest in some people. Especially if they’re looking for ways to seal darkness from their homes to begin with. I don’t know where Pinky went and we lost the fairy that we were holding so I’m glad I caught you both together. I wanna do some studies on the sword.”

Sky tilts his head. That’s not necessary logic he can deny but he’s not going to let them do it unless he can add some of his own conditions. Which would be easier if he could think of them. He says it anyway and crosses his arms. “I have some conditions.”

“Don’t make me fight you for it.” The fairy threatens. Sky doubts that they would be able to so he keeps talking as if they didn’t say anything.

“I have to be there.” He starts off.

“Easy.”

“And if I say you can’t do it. You can’t. No negotiation.” Sky glares at the fairy.

The magic user squirms under both the fairy and his gaze. How they ended up in this group is beyond Sky. Sky ignores them too.

The fairy isn’t deterred. “Sure. Sure. Whatever makes you happy.”

Sky grins and nods. “Alright. Where do I go then?”

Fairy flutters up and flies in the direction they want him to go. “Down this way. Take the first right. There should be a room to your left. Go in there and we’ll start setting things up.”

“Glad to know you’ve got this covered.” The magic user laughs nervously and starts to step away. “I guess I’ll be on my wa-”

“Oh no you don’t!” The fairy zoomed past Sky and snagged their co-worker's? Teammate’s? Lackey’s? Sky is no longer sure of the hierarchy of this group and he can feel his mind slowly unraveling. Either way, the fairy grabs them by the ear and starts pulling. From their facial expression, the fairy is not being gentle in any way, shape or form. “Do you honestly think I can do everything myself? I need someone to lift the equipment and make sure that heee doesn’t go anywhere or do anything to me!”

So much for fighting him. Sky snorts but tries to cover it up by wiping his nose. He has no idea if the fairy looked his way but something tells him that they did and he doesn’t want to be on the receiving end of their ire.

The magic user whines pitifully and winces. “I just want to make my potions-”

The fairy tugs harder. “This waaaay!”

Sky bites his lip and crosses his arms, trying to keep himself from giving away too much of his emotions. He wants to laugh. He really does. He smile regardless of his attempts though and feels the need to add more to it. For making him run around in circles for so long and for avoiding him as much as they have. “I won’t go unless you come with us.”

“Come! On!” the fairy starts pulling their hair as well and flies around to punch them from their back. “He said it! We need to help the world and the sword is the key! Which means he is the key! Don’t you dare ruin this for the universe.”

Sky snorts again and bumps his shoulder to theirs. “A bit dramatic, aren’t they?”

They whine and cover their face. “I can’t even run.”

Sky grins. “I win.”