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[paramouradrift]

Febuwhump Day 1 - Helpless

Fandom: Avatar/Mirror's Edge crossover au

Characters: Sokka, Katara

HELPLESS

Gunfire echoed in the crawlspace. Plastic pellets ricocheted off the concrete wall outside. Katara shrieked, flinching in Sokka’s protective hold.

“Shh, quiet!” he said, his voice pitched in a low whisper. “They’ll hear you!”

Katara nodded, and put her hands over her mouth. Sokka peeked out through the slats of the vent grate that concealed them from the street. Clouds of tear gas obstructed his view of the clashing protestors and OSec enforcers. He clenched his fists. They weren’t doing anything wrong! Why did the enforcers start shooting?

A VTOL flew overhead, rotors clearing the tear gas away as it hovered, revealing a horrifying tableau: a line of protestors on their knees, OSec enforcers standing guard. In the middle of the line, Sokka could see his mom and dad. He gasped, and pulled Katara closer into him so she wouldn’t see. Even over the VTOL, though, they heard everything.

“You can’t do this, Ozai,” Dad said, hands bound behind his back. “We have rights! The Conglomerate can’t just dictate whatever it likes!”

“Employs such as yourself should refrain from causing a public disturbance,” the man called Ozai said. He was tall, dressed in enforcer armor, and when he removed his helmet Sokka got a good look at his face: haughty, cruel, with piercing golden eyes and a well-groomed beard. “Illegal assembly, inciting a riot, assaulting members of the security services, and resisting arrest are all serious breaches of policy.”

“To hell with your policy!” Dad spat. “The Assembly won’t roll over for you or your corporate dogs!”

“They already have,” Ozai said with a triumphant smirk. Sokka clapped a hand over his mouth as OSec began to execute protestors. Dad and mom struggled to break free, to fight back, but they were helpless against OSec, helpless to stop Ozai as he drew his own gun—armed with lead slugs to kill—and fired.

The first shot went through dad’s eye. The enforcer holding him was splattered with flecks of blood and bone. Mom screamed and lunged for Ozai. The second shot went through her chest. Maybe it went through her heart. From this angle, Sokka couldn’t see. What he did see was his mom crumple to the ground, twitching and bleeding, while Ozai holstered his gun.

“Clean this up,” Ozai ordered.

“Yes, Commissioner!”

Sokka and Katara huddled silently as OSec removed the bodies. They remained in place as street cleaners came and removed the blood and debris.

“Sokka, I’m hungry,” Katara said.

“We don’t know if it’s safe yet,” Sokka replied, his own stomach growling.

A pair of running shoes stopped by the grate. Katara gasped in shock, and then Bato’s face appeared.

“Sokka? Katara?” He called quietly. “It’s okay. You can come out, now.”

“Where’s mom?” Katara asked as she clambered out.

“I’m sorry, Katara,” Bato said, shaking his head.

“Where will we go now?” Sokka asked.

“Somewhere safe,” Bato said. “Follow me.”

At 15, Sokka had watched the Conglomerate murder his parents. He vowed he would never be helpless again.

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Chapter 7 Part 1: Videre sine videri (Seeing without being seen)

First half. Things will get worse from here :D tagging @captainpriceslover because she asked!

 https://archiveofourown.org/works/47442772

Previous / Masterlist / Next

There was only darkness outside.

The lights of the base had dimmed long ago, and now, the only thing they were able to make out was a tiny sliver of the forest beneath. It was still early enough in the year that the nights were early and long, but late enough that the temperature was not as cold, and the humidity was difficult to tolerate.

Riot was looking outside the window, going over the argument with Laswell in her head over and over again.

I may have to ask you to do something for me.

Don’t fucking dare, Laswell. You promised. You swore it.

It might be out of my hands.

I won’t kill anyone else for you.

You may not have a choice.

Her right knee had been jumping since the helicopter had left the base. She hadn’t even noticed, but Ghost had been observing her since then, in silence, respecting that she was lost in her mind mulling over something. It was something he had done countless times.

At some point in the last hour she had taken off her sunglasses again, propping them up on her black cap, and the haunted look in her blue eyes was making something revolt in him. He also knew that look. He had seen it countless times in the mirror, until he stopped looking.

‘‘What did she ask you to do?’’

Riot’s eyes closed when he spoke, his deep, rumbling voice echoing in her headphones. Her knee slowed down for a bit, her knee brushing against his thigh.

‘‘I didn’t let her tell me’’

‘‘That won’t stop her’’

‘‘I know’’

Ghost nodded, and then, when he was going to allow her to return to her thoughts, her eyes looking out the window again, decided against it.

‘‘How long have you known the pilot?’’

‘‘I’ve known Rojas for years. Laswell uses him as a pilot for covert ops when she doesn’t want to leave a trail. Like this one, I guess… He also transported me to Taipei when Laswell was hiding me after Transnistria’’

‘‘Transported?’’

‘‘I wasn’t in a human state, so to speak. I didn’t feel human’’

He also knew that feeling very well.

‘‘Do you trust him?’’

‘‘I trust only a handful of people in this world and in this aircraft there is only one of them’’

Ghost fell silent at that statement. He didn’t know how to answer to that, but she seemed to know – she always knew.

‘‘I rely on him lo justo y necesario, as we say in Spain. The bare minimum. He’s a good guy, though. Too loud and rambunctious. I prefer the silent type’’

Her eyes met his, the mirth clearly portrayed in her clear blue irises, and Ghost felt stupid, and weak, and good.

The pilot’s voice echoed suddenly in their headphones.

‘‘ETA 10 minutes, get ready. You want your music, Vega?’’

‘‘Another day, Rojas’’ Riot sighed, and at Ghost’s inquisitive eyes she felt compelled to explain. ‘‘Once he had music on while deploying us and I asked for an ACDC song. Once. Never lived it down since then’’

‘‘Which one?’’

‘‘Thunderstruck’’ She let out a soft laugh. ‘‘It’s my mobile phone’s ringtone’’

‘‘Suits you’’

‘‘What can I say? Rock and metal is my jam’’

Ghost chuckled for himself while both of them stood up, the helicopter hovering lower and lower. She looked different. Her eyes looked alive, her hand firm while gripping the hook of the belt that still kept them secured inside the chopper. Maybe she had missed the adrenalin, the uncertainty, the bitter taste in the mouth when you’re about to jump into the unknown. She could be even smiling under the balaclava.

‘‘Ready?’’ He asked, his hand on the handle of the door, looking at her waiting for confirmation when the helicopter stilled above the ground, rotors girating furiously and sending waves of wind through the grass around it.

‘‘Ready’’ She nodded, her blonde ponytail waving wildly under her cap when he flung open the door and unhooked both their belts.

‘‘You look ready’’

Riot looked at him briefly, eyes wide, and when Ghost jumped out of the chopper she followed swiftly, landing beside him and both rolling to get away from the helicopter as it started to soar into the air again.

‘‘Quoting the film, are we now?’’ She stood up, dusting her black cargo trousers, then started to check every piece of gear was correctly adjusted.

‘‘Distracted you enough to make you almost land on your butt’’ Ghost chuckled, adjusting one of the straps in his vest and then checking the magazine of his assault rifle. She was doing the same, still laughing, and then both checked their extra magazines stored in the various pouches in their gear.

‘‘Check our position and where we have to go while I let Price know your pilot brought us here alive’’

‘‘He’s not my pilot’’ Riot chortled briefly, adjusting a belt over her left shoulder that stored several throwing knives. ‘‘But he could be yours if you wanted. You’re more his type anyway’’

Ghost froze, his hand on his comm, looking at her while she started checking nonchalantly their rugged tablet. He could hear a faint humming sound coming from beneath her half balaclava while her fingers started to touch the screen.

Damnit.

‘‘Ghost to Base, how copy’’ He waited for an answer and turned to face her. Riot was right behind him, looking up at his mask, concretely the skull plate on the balaclava. ‘‘You didn’t look surprised by it before’’

‘‘I wasn’t. Soap told me about it, and I heard stories, of course’’ She shrugged and raised a hand, but stopped before touching it. ‘‘May I?’’

Ghost wordlessly leaned down slightly before he even knew what he was doing, and when he did, it was too late. Riot’s eyes narrowed in what he had learned to interpret as a smile, and raised her bare hand to touch the skull plate softly, the pads of her fingers tracing each of the ridges and creases until finally coming to rest right under the seemingly hollow void under which was his nose.

She had even removed her glove, as if she thought anything less than bare skin would be disrespectful when he was willingly giving permission. He couldn’t help but notice that her nails looked almost fully grown, albeit brittle.

‘‘Johnny told me about the skull so I wouldn’t be shocked’’ Riot said softly, not even clear if she was talking to him or herself. ‘‘As if I could be afraid of you’’

His mind went blank in that moment, unable to think of something to say. Her eyes were still on the skull plate and his were on her, the grease obscuring his gaze even more than normal. When her eyes turned to his the comm came alive and Price’s voice filled their ear pieces.

‘‘Base to Ghost, copy. Sitrep’’

‘‘We’re on the ground’’ Ghost informed gruffly.

‘‘Got the route ready. Five hours avoiding roads.’’ Riot whispered, showing him the screen, and he nodded, waiting for Price to answer.

‘‘Good. Make contact again when you have visual. Be safe out there. Base out’’

Ghost rolled his shoulders and moved his head from one side to another with an audible creak while Riot was changing her cap for a helmet with attached night goggles like his.

‘‘Five hours, you say?’’ He approached her and put a hand on her helmet, examining the fitting.

‘‘Avoiding the roads and going through the forest, yes’’ She nodded, allowing him to turn her head to one side and then another to check everything was adjusted correctly. Ghost nodded as well, and then forced her head back so she was looking up to him.

‘‘We have no daylight left and we’ll have to walk during most of the evening and night to get there. We’ll make a stop to take a longer break after midnight’’ He released her helmet and checked again his gun holster on his right thigh. ‘‘We’ll make more stops if needed to not tire ourselves out. Just tell me when you need a break’’

They trekked through the forests in silence, avoiding the lights of the roads and the occassional country house, guiding themselves with the path devised with the rugged tablet. The sound of crickets and the occasional hoot of a distant owl were the only sounds that accompanied them, not even the slight breeze grazing the woods was enough to rustle the branches.

Sergeant Christine Vega felt dread.

There had been times in the latest months, since… then, that she had wondered if she’d be able to return to normal duty. If she would feel as comfortable in the field as she had been before. If tracking, exploring, scouting, finding and eliminating targets would feel as satisfactory and thrilling as before. If she still was Riot.

Even with the trusty weight of a M4 in her hands, the P890 in her holster, the knives in her combat boots, the throwing knives in her belt, the grenades, the extra magazines… She felt she only looked like Riot.

Before, she would have been bantering with her squad members if in group, sharing muffled jokes and sardonic remarks, keeping her soldiers in check and at the same time soothing their nerves. Riot, who bulldozed anything and everything in her path to get shit done. Too stubborn to just lie down and die. Relentless.

Before, she would have moved in the shadows like a wolf if sent alone, her eyes cold, her breathing controlled, her mind on the objective. Silent for days after gone dark, lying in wait, prepared to strike.

Now, she followed behind Ghost, in silence, trying to keep her intrusive thoughts in check. What if I can’t do this anymore. What if I freeze. What if I get someone killed because I am useless now.

No one will want you, whore. His words were still in her head, the spectre that strangled her mind and tore at her soul every day, every night, every hour. Who would want a marked bitch like you.

She knew damned well the mission was a test, and it didn’t offend her in the slightest.

She would have done the same.

‘‘We’ll stop here’’ Ghost’s rumbling voice snapped her out of her reverie, and she stopped walking in time to not crash against his back. If he noticed, he didn’t show it.

‘‘Understood’’

 They made camp in the nook of a rock formation, sheltered from view among the trees and with a good view of the surroundings. A fire wasn’t even discussed. They just sat down, back to back against a trunk, keeping watch on opposite sides, their assault rifles ready on their laps.

Riot looked up, trying to make out the outline of the stars over the crown of the trees, listening to the crickets around them. It was almost peaceful.

‘‘Soap’s knee brace is on his left knee’’

Ghost’s comment was so… unexpected that Riot turned to look at him. He was staring at the opposite side, his eyes scanning the surroundings, still like a inmutable titan.

‘‘I… know?’’

‘‘He said you have yours on the right leg because you both were idiots’’

She had to laugh at that, and her eyes fell to her right knee, snug by a tight black brace over the black cargo trousers. Ghost’s voice was so deadpan and emotionless that it was so funny.

‘‘It’s true. We fucked them up at the same time. Not our finest moment but we were sort of out of options. Didn’t Johnny tell you what happened?’’

‘‘I didn’t ask him’’

Are you asking me?

‘‘I’ll tell you someday’’ She chuckled lightly, resting her helmet against the trunk of the tree, looking up again. ‘‘Over coffee. Or that piss water you like to drink’’

Shit

‘‘Just say when and where’’ There it was, the low, thundering rumble of his deep voice coming from the depths of his chest. She wondered…

No, shut it.

You don’t deserve it.

‘‘When we get back to the main base?’’

What are you doing?

‘‘Deal’’ Ghost’s voice didn’t change one bit. ‘‘Need a better place anyway, this one sucks’’

‘‘I’ll leave a one-star review after we’re gone’’ She laughed. She couldn’t help it. There was something so irresistibly funny in the way he deadpanned his comments that it made her feel stupid, but she couldn’t help it.

Next to her, Ghost felt stupid, and weak, and good. He wanted to turn to look at her, but stayed put, his eyes fixed on the area he was watching. The tiny voice in the back of his head, in the depths of the void in his chest, in the hollowness where his humanity had once been, was laughing at him. Too cold. Too closed off. Too lonely. Too dead. Too late.

You don’t deserve it.

[skatermusic]

"Alpha Trion's Beard, what in the hell is that smell?"

Kade wheezed, then began to laugh, which told Heatwave all he needed to know. He turned on all his fans. "Primus-fucking-damnit, Kade! What did you eat, a corpse?"

"Nope. Burrito Bucket."

"If you know that crap makes you backfire, why do you still eat it?"

"It tastes good, okay?" Kade defended.

Before Heatwave could dignify that with a response, Chief Burns appeared on his screen. "I need all hands on deck. It's literally raining cats and dogs."

"Yeah, that's Griffin Rock for ya." Kade said.

"Kade and I are on our way, Chief. Rescue Bots, roll to the rescue!"

When Kade and Heatwave arrived on the scene, the smell in his cab hit the team like a punch from Megatron.

"Ewwww, Heatwave!" Blades fanned the smell away with his rotors. "Did Kade backfire in your cab again?"

Chase raised his riot mask. "Disgusting."

"Chief, how did this happen?" Boulder asked, changing the subject.

"Would it surprise any of you bots if I told you the mayor was involved?"

"No." Heatwave answered, leaving it at that to be polite. Mayor Luskey could be such a dumbass that Heatwave often wondered how the hell the man still had a job, so it came as no surprise when he heard that the mayor was responsible for it literally raining cats and dogs on Griffin Rock that morning.

"Lemme guess, Dad-one of Uncle Ezra's devices again?" Dani asked.

[starsescape]

A gun fire twice before a deafening screams of the infected overshadow the third shot. Fourth shot never came as the infected must have got their hold on the man. He curse Jill and yell as he succumb to an overwhelming crowd of the infected who tore his clothes apart. His protests were soon replaced by gasping moans and muffled groans. One of the infected women must have found a better use for his mouth than talking. Then everything became quiet for a split second before a loud slam coming from the door. The infected who were left out from enjoying the man at their feet now toss themselves against the door in attempt to break in and have their way with the women who hide inside instead.

“Juno!” Jill call out as she dash to the room at the back, hoping to free her friend and barricade the door before the infected would be able to break in.

Stepping through the archway she wince and came to a stop. “Oh my God...” Juno was tied to a bunk bed with her arms above her head. Her top was pulled up to show her bare breasts and erect nipples stained with saliva. Juno slumped with her feet bent backwards, yet her knees didn’t touch the floor. The rope held her up and force Juno to stand even after her legs gave out. Jill’s eyes move lower to see Juno’s unbuttoned shorts pulled down just past her knees. There was a half dozen cords belonging to rotos disappearing into her pussy and ass with one more taped to her clit. Juno’s thighs glister with clear trails of her arousal still leaking out and dripping down to drench her shorts. On the lower bunk was a slick coated riot baton that was no doubt used as a dildo.

Jill stood still until the shock wore off. She rush to free her friend. Juno squirmed half-heartedly against her restraints, the exhaustion having taken its toll even as another ragged moan fell from her lips. Her eyes, while open, were unfocused, lost in a haze of lust as the toys continued to churn within her body and against her bud. It wasn’t until one of the restraints was undone that she seemed to finally notice Jill. “Ji… Jill?” She said in little more than a whimper, her eyes slowly starting to focus on the officer as the hand reached to turn off the rotors. “Nnnn…. N-not yet.. s-so close… d-don’t wanna cum… but I’m so cl-close… Hah… Ne-need it…”

Don’t listen to her. Jill turn off the rotors against Juno’s wish and focus on undoing the last restraint. The pink haired woman whimpered as the rotors went dead, her body going limp as the restraints were undone. Juno collapse and fall in Jill’s arms as she gently lower her to the floor to lay down on her stomach. “Juno, listen to me.” Jill got up to her feet as she tried to reason with her. “There is no time.” As she spoke Jill heard the door creak. The infected would break in soon. “I need your help to barricade the door.”

Waiting for Juno’s reply Jill look around. The back of the break room had a sink with a mirror above it facing the archway she came from, then there was two bunk beds with an item box between them pushed against the back wall. Jill and Juno were in the small space between the bunk beds. She glance at the item box and hesitate... I could use the grenade launcher. It only had one explosive round left and it was her only weapon. [Flip a coin to determine Jill’s decision, the vote was a tie] Jill step over Juno and took the grenade launcher from the box before walking to the archway.

Juno groan as she tried to answer, but words didn’t follow it. The mental fog was slowly lifting, but the lust remained, evident by her wandering eyes lingering on the officers bust and her nibbling her own bottom lip. She nodded as Jill spoke to her, but the words didn't seem to affect her in any way that could be noticed. Instead, her hands lazily went to her own crotch, massaging the powered off rotor into her clit with one hand and a soft moan as the other hand slid finger after finger into her own sex, making itself busy with both fishing out the toys inside her, and stimulating her to a final orgasm. [Juno fail the willpower challenge]

Jill part her lips as she let out a strained breath. To see her friend rather pleasure herself than to try to save them both shock her, yet Jill couldn’t bring herself to blame her. What Juno had been put through must have messed up her mind and Jill only hope she would recover from it. She watch Juno finger herself until one of the rotors pop out of her with a gush of her arousal. Jill stay and watch for a moment longer, but then she realize what she had to do. [Jill won the willpower challenge against infection]

Stop. Jill took a deep breath and held it. Stop staring at her. She release it and turn around. Running out from the back Jill grab a chair and lodge it against the door by jamming it on the underside of the door handle. Next she went back for the table and push. Jill groan as she force it to move, but it was so heavy. As she gave it another push her feet slip and she fell hard against the floor. An abrupt moan left her lips as she felt the eggs inside her stomach shift around. Jill grit her teeth to hold in the second moan, but she only manage to suppress it to a mindless groan. Jill force herself back to her feet while trying to block out the moans that echo from the back of the room... Juno. Stop it.

Jill took a good grip on the edge of the table and shove it. She got it in place against the door, but not as tightly as it needed to be. The next hit against the door brought it down. [Skill challenge 6, Jill fail with engineering down at 1] No, no... This can’t be happening. Jill stare the infected in the eye as they leer at her through the broken doorway. Behind them she saw the corrupt officer lay down with a female infected riding his face. His shirt was plastered with his own cum as his ass was being used by another infected who fucked him roughly. The sight should have given Jill satisfaction, but now seeing her antagonist brought only terror as she was about to share his torment with Juno.

Jill pull out the grenade launcher and took aim.

[Vote on what Jill should do]

[masquedrones]

Unusual Machines revoluciona la fabricación de drones FPV gracias a la avanzada tecnología de impresión 3D de HP.

Unusual Machines, Inc. (NYSE American: UMAC), la empresa matriz de las conocidas marcas de drones FPV Rotor Riot y Fat Shark, está realizando un cambio notable en el sector de la fabricación de drones. Esta transformación implica la integración de la tecnología de impresión 3D Multi Jet Fusion (MJF) de HP en la producción de componentes para drones, con un enfoque específico en los drones FPV…

[y2fear]

Rotor Riot Brave F7 Controller review: US-made, NDAA-compliant

[holyiker-blog1]

Zenless Zone Zero Zhu Yuan Build Guide: Skill Priority, Best W-Engines, Best Drive Discs and Best Teams!

Zhu Yuan is a limited S Rank agent who will be playable in the second phase of version 1.0. If you want to know more about her, please follow and see the ultimate build guide of Zhu Yuan!

Zhu Yuan Basic Introduction

Zhu Yuan is an Aether-Attribute, Attack character with exceptional single-target capabilities. She can accumulate "Enhanced Shotshell" stacks through [Chain Skills], [EX Special Attack] and [Ultimate]. By using [Basic Attacks], she can unleash all "Enhanced Shotshell" attacks in a short period, dealing massive damage and accumulating Aether Anomaly.

Zhu Yuan Build Guide Overview

The following picture is a summarized version of Zhu Yuan Build Guide.

Zhu Yuan Skill Priority

1. Zhu Yuan deals almost all her damage by Enhanced Basic Attacks, so prioritize upgrading it.

2. Special Attack and Ultimate are ways to trigger Zhu Yuan's Enhanced Basic Attacks and are used frequently, so they should be the next priority for upgrades.

3. While Zhu Yuan's dodge attacks do considerable damage, the delay before the Dodge is a little annoying, making it a lower priority for enhancement.

4. Assist skill is not recommended for upgrade when your materials are insufficient.

5. Core Skills are all important for Zhu Yuan. Unlock all of them if possible, or you can choose to unlock A, B, D and F first.

Zhu Yuan Best W-Engines

1. Best Choice: Riot Suppressor Mark VI

Riot Suppressor Mark VI is Zhu Yuan's signature W-Engine and undoubtedly the most suitable W-Engine for her. Aside from the large amount of CRIT DMG it provides, unconditional Aether bonus makes it a perfect weapon. It can also grant charge stacks when the equipper activates [EX Special Attack], and consume them to increase damage by unleashing [Basic Attacks].

2. Secondary Choice: Cannon Rotor

Cannon Rotor can be obtained by unlocking New Eridu City Fund. It is a strong Attack-Typed W-Engine. The advanced stats and effect of this W-Engines can provide generous CRIT Rate for the equipper, making it the best A-Rank W-Engine available.

3. Budget Choice: Starlight Engine & Street Superstar

The Starlight Engine W-Engine can be redeemed from the W-Engines shop. It is an average choice for Zhu Yuan and can be used as a placeholder until you obtain one of the superior W-Engines.

Street Superstar is available in banners and pairs well with Attack Agent, provided you can execute Chain Attacks proficiently. After accumulating 3 stacks, you can unleash the Ultimates for maximum damage!

Zhu Yuan Best Drive Discs

1. Best Option: Woodpecker Electro (4) + Chaotic Metal (2)

Usually, Attack Agents are recommended to use Woodpecker Electro (2) and the Metal set (4) that matches their attribute. However, Zhu Yuan is an exception. Chaotic Metal is unique because it applies a debuff to the enemy rather than buffing the wearer. This means Zhu Yuan doesn’t need to be the one wearing Chaotic Metal (4).

Currently, the likely teammate for Zhu Yuan is Nicole. If Nicole is equipped with Chaotic Metal (4), Zhu Yuan doesn’t need to be. So the best Drive Discs option for Zhu Yuan is Woodpecker Electro (4) + Chaotic Metal (2). Woodpecker Electro can provide CRIT Rate and ATK buffs, and Chaotic Metal can increase Zhu Yuan's Ether DMG.

Other possible choice:

    Chaotic Metal (4) + Woodpecker Electro (2), if Nicole isn't equipped with Chaotic Metal (4) or Zhu Yuan is in a CISRT team without Nicole/Ether support.

2. Beginner Option: Doom Grindcore (4) + Monsoon Funk (2)

Doom Grindcore offers a boost to CRIT Rate, making it suitable for Main DPS characters who rely on critical hits for maximum damage output. Additionally, Monsoon Funk enhances Zhu Yuan's performance by increasing her PEN Ratio, thereby allowing his attacks to penetrate defenses more effectively and deal greater damage to enemies.

Zhu Yuan Drive Disc Stats

Main Stats

 • (4) Crit Rate%/Crit DMG%  • (5) PEN Ratio%/Ether DMG%  • (6) ATK%/Energy Regen%

Substats

Crit Rate%/Crit DMG% > ATK% > PEN > ATK

All in all, the most important stats of Zhu Yuan are Crit Rate, Crit DMG, ATK and PEN Ratio. So make sure all the stats needed suffice.

Zhu Yuan Best Teams

Usually, when building a team in ZZZ, we should put Agents of the same Attribute or Faction in a team to activate strong passive buffs. Since there is no other Agents in CISRT, the core teammate of Zhu Yuan for now would be Nicole, the only Agent who shares the same Ether Attribute. The last choice can be Lycaon or Anby. Thus, the most suitable teams for Zhu Yuan would be as follows.

      • Zhu Yuan (Attack) + Nicole (Support) + Lycaon (Stun) + Butler (Bangboo)

      • Zhu Yuan (Attack) + Nicole (Support) + Anby (Stun) + Devilboo (Bangboo)

In conclusion, Zhu Yuan stands out as a formidable S Rank agent in the second phase of version 1.0, offering exceptional single-target damage through her unique abilities and enhanced attacks. By following this Zhu Yuan build guide, we hope all players can unlock Zhu Yuan's full capabilities and dominate the battlefield!

 

How to top up ZZZ on LootBar.gg?

Follow these steps to top up Zenless Zone Zero on LootBar.gg:

1. Enter the LootBar official website https://lootbar.gg, choose language, currency type and log in.

2. Enter your Zenless Zone Zero UID and Server Region.

3. Select the amount of Monochromes you want to buy and click on the "Top-up now" button.

4. Select a preferred payment method, then click on the "Pay Now" button to complete the payment.

5. Once payment is made, your top-up will be credited to your account.

Latest News and Guides of Zenless Zone Zero are as follows.

● Zenless Zone Zero Beginner guide—Complete Combat Guide

● Zenless Zone Zero Ultimate Beginner guide—Agent Build Guide

● Zenless Zone Zero Character Tier List

● Zenless Zone Zero Nicole Best Build and Team

[arabianexcursionsuae]

Ascend into the Blue Atlantis with the Helicopter Tour!

The Atlantis helicopter tour offers an unparalleled adventure, promising an unforgettable aerial perspective of one of the world's most captivating destinations: Atlantis, the legendary lost city. As the rotor blades whirr to life, passengers are swept into a realm where myth meets reality, where the azure expanse of the ocean meets the mysterious allure of a submerged civilization. In this narrative, we embark on a journey through the skies, exploring the wonders of the helicopter tour. The adventure commences as travelers gather at the helipad, anticipation dancing in their eyes. With a brief safety briefing, they're whisked away into the waiting helicopter, the cabin humming with excitement. 

A mesmerizing journey on the Atlantis helicopter tour!

The Atlantis helicopter tour offers a bird's-eye view of the sprawling ocean, its depths concealing the enigmatic secrets of Atlantis. With the best each passing minute, the chopper climbs higher, revealing a mesmerizing vista of cerulean waters stretching to the horizon. Islands dot the seascape like emeralds, their lush foliage contrasting with the azure backdrop, while sunlight dances upon the waves, casting a spellbinding spectacle. As the helicopter charts its course, passengers are treated to glimpses of submerged ruins, tantalizing hints of Atlantis's fabled legacy. From above, the outlines of ancient structures emerge from the ocean's embrace, their weathered stones bearing silent testament to a bygone era. 

The Atlantis helicopter tour offers more than just a glimpse of ancient ruins; it is a journey through space and time, an odyssey that transcends the boundaries of the everyday. As the helicopter banks and turns, passengers are treated to ever-changing vistas, each one more breathtaking than the last.  Flying low over the ocean, travelers feel the salty breeze caress their faces, the rhythmic beat of the rotor blades accompanying their aerial voyage. Seabirds dive and wheel in the air currents, their cries mingling with the hum of the helicopter, creating a symphony of sound that echoes across the vast expanse of sea and sky. 

Enjoy the aerial odyssey through the sky! 

As the day draws to a close, the Atlantis helicopter Tour reaches its crescendo with a sunset finale that defies description. The sky erupts in a riot of color, hues of crimson and gold painting the heavens in a breathtaking tableau. Below, the ocean glows with the fiery reflections of the setting sun, casting a magical spell upon the landscape. For passengers aboard the helicopter, it is a moment of pure enchantment, a fleeting glimpse of nature's grandeur that will linger in their memories long after the journey has ended. 

The Atlantis helicopter tour offers an once-in-a-lifetime experience, a chance to explore the mysteries of a lost civilization and soar above the waves. From the thrill of liftoff to the awe-inspiring vistas that unfold with each passing moment, it is a journey that transcends the ordinary, leaving indelible memories in its wake. So, let go of the mundane and embrace the extraordinary – embark on the Atlanta helicopter tour and discover the wonders that await above and below. For more details visit:- www.arabianexcursions.com

[lulu-nightbon]

@alienembers this is lucia. this is 100% lucia. honestly it works better as a fight theme maybe it could be used for an evil lucia au? like- battle nexus champion, where she actually enjoyed what she was doing and had an ongoing contract with big mama to get one of the swanky rooms, or maybe she had been controlled? or as big mama's right hand, or the mastermind of SOMETHING, which could also be controlled lucia 100% listens to this this DEFINITELY works for lucia's initial fights with the turtles. maybe nyx got pixie dust in her eyes- and in response, lucia went all out, using the magic big mama taught her and almost killing the turtles. using lightning, supereffective in the rain, to get closer to leo, trying to kill him. raph stopping her. taking bites out of donnie, trying to stab through shells and plastrons, electrocuting mikey through the chain of his weapon... even throwing a weapon at donnie's rotors and hitting one as they try to flee, using lightning to zap herself up, poised to come right down on dee, who wouldn't be able to get out of the way in time. she very much wants them dead after that, and she's not navigating by sight. this song might as well have been playing when she first saw draxum after the turtles captured her. he walked past the doorway of the room she was in and she lost her SHIT "i've been searching for an answer, but i ain't found one" "i've been known to tear shit up and go off like a gun" "i've been drinking way too much [coffee], but now i think i'm done-" "FUCK THAT SHIT, LET'S START A RIOT!" perfectly describes it. leo ended up having to interrogate lucia, and lucia... was very fucking feral rioteer lucia and leo. they look fun. lucia and leo and maybe raph in riot gear is nice- riot gear lucia scares EVERYONE into line, including the hidden city police. "we've got a kappa in full riot gear-" "the FUCK did you just call me?!" she just. extends the baton while looking at them and they are q u i v e r i n g. riot au because yes.

[hardcoregamer]

Review: Rotor Riot RR1825A Controller

The Rotor Riot RR1825A will be launching this fall and is a fantastic controller option for those who want something wired and less weighty than a normal Xbox One pad. It’s light, but comfortable and does a fine job of balancing the weight of everything with the sturdy metal bracket to the point where unlike using an Xbox One pad, you don’t need a kickstand in order to keep it in one position.

Read more!

https://hardcoregamer.com/reviews/review-rotor-riot-rr1825a-controller/409258/

[vpickme]

드디어 iOS 지원! PS4 리모트 플레이 활용 방법

드디어 iOS 지원! PS4 리모트 플레이 활용 방법

소니가 그동안 맥, 윈도우, 엑스페리아 폰에서만 지원했던 PS4의 리모트 플레이 기능을 iOS 기기에서도 지원을 시작했습니다. 우선 설정 방법 보시구요,

아무래도 가상 패드로 게임을 하기에는 무리가 있으니 기존에 보유중인 PS4 듀얼쇼크를 연결할 수 있는 방법을 알아봅니다.

듀얼쇼크 연결이 좀 번거롭고 여유가 있으신 분은 MFI 인증을 받은 아이폰용 컨트롤러를 구매하시면 됩니다.

특히 이번 업데이트로 눈치보면서 게임하던 유부님들에게 반응이 좋은데, 슬림 모델로는 720p 화질만 지원하니 슬쩍 Pro로 업그레이드하시면 어떨까요? Ps4 Pro를 사야하는 5가지 이유입니다.

그럼 오늘도 즐거운 게임 생활!

[fuckofffuckofffuckoffloveme]

Runaway - Part Four

~Masterlist~

Concept: Hazel Richards is a twenty-year-old woman living in London. When she meets a mysterious time-travelling alien known only as the Hunter, she’s thrust into a world of wonder she could only have imagined.

Warnings: swearing, follows S1 of Doctor Who.

The girls had decided to have some rest before embarking on another trip, but the next morning, they were at it again. "Hold that one down!" the Hunter ordered as she and Hazel flew the TARDIS.

"I'm holding this one down!" Hazel protested. The other button was halfway across the console.

"Well, hold both of them down!" the Hunter retorted, giving her a grin.

Hazel rolled her eyes, holding the other button down with her foot. "You asked for it."

"Oi!" the Hunter exclaimed, readjusting her foot to better hold down the button. "I promised you a time machine and that's what you're getting. We've done the future, now let's have a look in the past." She thought for a second. "1860. How does 1860 sound?"

"What happened in 1860?" Hazel wondered, having to shout over the time rotor.

The Hunter grinned. "Haven't the slightest! Let's find out! Hold on, here we go!" The TARDIS hit its bumpiest part of the ride, and the two girls were thrown to the floor side by side when it finally calmed down.

"Blimey!" Hazel laughed.

"You're telling me!" the Hunter agreed, still smiling from her adrenaline high. "Are you all right?" she asked, standing up and holding out a hand to help Hazel do so to.

The younger girl accepted. "Yeah, I think so. Nothing broken. Did we make it? Where are we?"

"We did it," the Hunter confirmed, checking the view outside on a monitor. "Earth, Naples, December 24th, 1860."

"That's so weird," Hazel breathed. "It's Christmas."

The Hunter smiled. "All yours, Haze."

"But it's like... Think about it. Christmas, 1860. Happens once, just one, and then it's gone, it's finished, it'll never happen again. Except for you. You can go back and see days that are dead and gone a hundred thousand sunsets ago," Hazel sighed. "No wonder you never stay still."

"Not a bad life," the Hunter shrugged.

"Better with two," Hazel smirked, turning to walk to the doors. "Come on, then."

"Hey, hey, hey, where are you going?"

She frowned. "1860."

The Hunter looked her up and down and raised her eyebrows. "Go out there dressed like that, you'll start a riot, Barbarella. There's a wardrobe through there. First left, second right, third on the left, go straight ahead, under the stairs, past the bins, fifth door on your left." At Hazel's bewildered look, she grinned. "Off you pop!"

***

While Hazel made her way through the TARDIS to the wardrobe, the Hunter took a different corridor to her bedroom. There, she changed into a simple black button up and grey trousers, with a tan trenchcoat and a grey beanie for warmth. Then, after smiling at a framed picture of the Doctor, she went back to the console room to start fiddling with the circuits for the light bulb on top of the TARDIS. She made to get up when she heard footsteps, but banged her head on the underside of the console.

"Ow!" Hazel laughed as the Time Lady got up, rubbing her forehead. "Blimey," the Hunter admired, looking over Hazel's nineteenth century attire.

"Don't laugh," Hazel said shyly, still smirking.

"No, you look beautiful, considering," the Hunter assured her.

Hazel raised her eyebrows. "Considering what?"

The Hunter shrugged, winking. "That you're human."

"I think that's a compliment," Hazel muttered, rolling her eyes. "Aren't you going to cause a riot, wearing trousers, and a hat like that?"

"Well, a bit of chaos never harmed anyone. Besides, I said you'd start a riot, not me." The Hunter brushed her coat down, stepping forwards. "Come on."

Hazel held up a hand to stop her. "You stay there. You've done this before. This is mine." She opened the door, stepping out into the snow gingerly.

The Time Lady followed, locking the door and putting her hands in her pockets. "Brr. Ready for this?" she asked, looking around. "History."

***

Hazel was listening to the carol singers happily while the Hunter bought a newspaper. The woman walked over to her, wincing a bit. "I got the flight a bit wrong," she admitted.

"I don't care," Hazel shrugged, enjoying the Christmas vibes.

"It's not 1860, it's 1869," the Hunter reported.

"I don't care."

"And it's not Naples."

"I don't care."

The Hunter eyed Hazel's expression as she spoke. "How do we feel about Cardiff?"

The girl's smile dropped, before she raised her eyebrows. "Right," she sighed.

Both of them looked round when they heard screams coming from a nearby theatre. The Hunter's face split into an excited grin. "That's more like it!" She ran off, and Hazel followed, holding her skirts up so she wouldn't trip.

***

"Fantastic," the Hunter nodded as she saw a blue gas-like creature floating around the ceiling in the theatre. A lone woman was standing with her mouth wide open while the rest of the crowd fled, but she soon collapsed as the Time Lady made her way up to the man on stage. "Did you see where it came from?"

"Ah, the wag reveals herself, does she? I trust you're satisfied, miss!" the man snapped. The Hunter blinked, affronted.

Hazel gasped as a man and his serving-girl picked up the woman's body, carrying her out. "Oi! Leave her alone!" she yelled, to no avail. "Art, I'll get them."

The Hunter nodded. "Be careful!" She watched the girl run out before turning back to the man. "Did it say anything? Can it speak? I'm the Hunter, by the way."

The man looked her over. "Hunter? You look more like a navvie."

"What's wrong with this hat?" the Hunter frowned.

***

"What are you doing?!" Hazel demanded as she caught up with the serving-girl as she was about to close the doors on a carriage with the woman lying inside.

"Oh, it's a tragedy, miss," the girl made up. "Don't worry yourself. Me and the master will deal with it. The fact is, this poor lady's been taken with the brain fever, and we have to get her to the infirmary."

Hazel touched the woman's wrist, and flinched. "She's bloody freezing. She's dead! Oh my God, what'd you do to her?" She yelped as the man snuck up behind her and put a cloth over her mouth, holding it there until she passed out.

***

The Hunter watched as the blue entity disappeared into a gas light. "Gas!" she realised. "It's made of gas." She ran outside, closely followed by the stage man, and was shocked to find no sign of her companion. "Hazel!"

"You're not escaping me, miss!" the man stated, tapping her on the shoulder. "What do you know about that hobgoblin, hmm? Projection on glass, I suppose. Who put you up to it?"

"Yeah, mate, not now, thanks," the Hunter dismissed, seeing a hearse being driven away from the theatre. She jumped into a nearby carriage "Oi, you! Follow that hearse!"

"I can't do that, ma'am," the driver said apologetically.

"Why not?" she frowned, narrowing her eyes.

"I'll tell you why not," the man from the stage fumed. "I'll give you a very good reason why not. because this is my coach."

The Hunter rolled her eyes, pulling him in. "Well, get in, then! Move!" The driver cracked the whip, and the carriage started moving. "Come on, you're losing them."

"Everything in order, Mr Dickens?" the driver called down. The Hunter froze, her eyes widening.

"No! It is not!" Dickens snapped.

"What did he say?" the Hunter asked.

"Let me say this first," Dickens requested. "I'm not without a sense of humour."

"Dickens?" the Hunter interrupted.

"Yes."

"Charles Dickens?"

"Yes," the man himself confirmed.

"The Charles Dickens?"

"Should I remove the lady, sir?" the driver called.

The Hunter smiled in awe. "Charles Dickens? You're brilliant. Completely one hundred percent brilliant. I've read them all. Great Expectations, Oliver Twist, and what's that other one, the one with the ghost?"

"A Christmas Carol?" Dickens guessed.

"No, no, no, the one with the trains. The Signal Man, that's it. Terrifying!" the Hunter enthused. "The best short story ever written. You're a genius!"

"You want me to get rid of her, sir?"

Dickens eyed the Hunter's excited face. "Er, no, I think she can stay."

"Honestly, Charles. Can I call you Charles? I'm such a big fan."

"A what? A big what?" Dickens asked, frowning.

"Fan. Number one fan, that's me," the Hunter repeated

"How exactly are you a fan?" Dickens questioned. "In what way do you resemble a means of keeping oneself cool?"

The Hunter shook her head. "No, it means fanatic, devoted to, but forget about that." She banged on the roof. "Come on, faster!"

"Who exactly is in that hearse?" Dickens wondered.

"My friend. She's only twenty," the Hunter stated, looking down. "It's my fault. She's in my care, and now she's in danger."

Dickens' eyes widened. "Why are we wasting time talking about dry old books? This is much more important. Driver, be swift! The chase is on!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Attaboy, Charlie," the Hunter patted his shoulder anxiously.

He frowned. "Nobody calls me Charlie."

She winked. "All the other ladies do."

***

Hazel woke up, sitting up groggily to find she had been lying in a coffin. She yelped, jumping out, and saw a young man sitting on the next table. "Are  you all right?" she asked. he looked up at her, and she realised he was dead.

***

The Hunter hammered on the door to the undertaker's, standing on the porch with Charles. A young serving-girl answered the door. "I'm sorry, ma'am, sir. We're closed."

"Nonsense," Dickens declared. "Since when did an undertaker keep office hours? The dead don't die on schedule. I demand to see your master."

"He's not in, sir," the girl tried.

"Don't lie to me, child. Summon him at once," Dickens ordered.

"I'm awfully sorry, Mr Dickens, but the master's indisposed." Behind her, a gas lamp flared, not going unnoticed by the pair at the door.

"Having trouble with your gas?" the Hunter asked, before pushing past the maid.

"What the Shakespeare is going on?" Dickens wondered.

***

"You have got to be kidding," Hazel muttered, as the corpse climbed out of its coffin and started shuffling towards her. "Okay, that'll be a no." She ran for the door. "Let me out! Open the door!"

***

"You're not allowed inside, ma'am," the maid tried, to no avail.

"There's something inside the walls," the Hunter mused, pressing her ear up against the plaster. "In the gas pipes. Something's living inside the gas." She looked up as she heard a familiar shout. "That's her!"

"Please, please, let me out!" Hazel cried. The Hunter followed her voice, running into the undertaker, Mr Sneed, as she went.

"How dare you!" Sneed gasped. "This is my house!"

"Shut up," Dickens told him shortly.

Sneed turned to his maid. "Gwyneth, I told you!"

The Hunter kicked the right door in just as the corpse grabbed Hazel, flanked by the old woman's body. "Actually, I think this is my dance," she decided, pulling Hazel out to hold her outside the door, not taking her eyes off the corpses.

"It's a prank," Dickens reasoned. "It must be. We're under some mesmeric influence."

"No, we're not. The dead are walking," the Hunter told him brusquely. She glanced over at Hazel, who was clutching onto her, breathing heavily, and flashed a small smile, rubbing her arm a little. "Hi."

"Hi," Hazel smiled. "Who's your friend?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder at the writer.

"Charles Dickens," the Hunter stated.

Hazel's eyes widened. "Okay."

The Hunter turned back to the corpses. "My name is the Hunter. Who are you? What do you want?"

The pair replied with multiple child-like voices at once. "Failing. Open the rift. We're dying. Trapped in this form. Cannot sustain. Help us." They then screamed, the gas leaving the bodies to return to a gas lamp as the corpses collapsed.

***

Awhile later, the Hunter was watching with amusement as Hazel chewed out Mr Sneed in front of Charles Dickens, Gwyneth pouring out some refreshments for them all. "First of all you drug me, then you kidnap me, and don't think I didn't feel your hands having a quick wander, you dirty old man."

"I won't be spoken to like this!" Sneed protested.

The Hunter rolled her eyes. "Oh, shut it!"

"Then you stick me in a room full of zombies!" Hazel continued. "And as if that ain't enough, you swan off and leave me to die! So come on, talk!"

"It's not my fault," Sneed sighed. "It's always had a reputation. Haunted. But I never had much bother until a few months back, and then the stiffs -" Dickens glared at him. "The, er, the dear departed started getting restless."

"Tommyrot," Dickens snorted.

Sneed shook his head. "You witnessed it. Can't keep the beggars down, sir. They walk. And it's the queerest thing, but they hang on to scraps."

Gwyneth handed the Hunter her cup. "White coffee, ma'am, just how you like it." The Hunter smiled politely, then frowned as Gwyneth moved away. How had the maid known she didn't have sugar? And how had she known to do coffee when she gave everyone else tea?

"One old fellow who used to be a sexton almost walked into his own memorial service," Sneed continued. "Just like the old lady going to your performance, sir, just as she planned."

"Morbid fancy," Dickens scoffed.

The Hunter rolled her eyes. "Oh, Charles, you were there."

"I saw nothing but an illusion," Dickens maintained.

"If you're going to deny it, don't waste my time, just shut up," the Hunter cut him off bluntly, before turning to Sneed. "What about the gas?"

"That's new, miss. Never seen anything like that," Sneed told her.

"That means it's getting stronger," the Hunter realised. "The rift's getting wider and something's sneaking through."

Hazel frowned. "What's the rift?"

"A weak point in time and space. A connection between this place and another," the Hunter explained. "That'll be the cause of ghost stories, most of the time."

Sneed nodded. "That's how I got the house so cheap. Stories going back generations." Dickens slammed the door as he left, and the Hunter rolled her eyes again. "Echoes in the dark, queer songs in the air, and this feeling like a shadow passing over your soul. Mind you, truth be told, it's been good for business. Just what people expect from a gloomy old trade like mine."

***

The Hunter watched from the doorway of the Chapel of Rest as Dickens searched the dead man's coffin. "Checking for strings?" she asked, walking closer.

Dickens jumped. "Wires, perhaps. There must be some mechanism behind this fraud."

"Come on, Charles." The Hunter sighed. "All right, so I shouldn't have told you to shut up. I'm sorry. But you've got one of the best minds in the world. You saw those gas creatures."

"I cannot accept that," the writer shook his head.

The Hunter arched an eyebrow, nodding at the corpse they stood next to. "And what does the human body do when it decomposes? It breaks down and produces gas. It's the perfect home for these gas things. They can slip inside and use it as a vehicle, just like your driver and his coach."

"Stop it!" Dickens pleaded, then sighed, replacing the coffin lid. "Can it be that I have the world entirely wrong?"

"Not wrong," the Hunter assured him. "There's just more to learn."

Dickens shook his head. "I've always railed against the fantasists. Oh, I loved an illusion as much as the next man, revelled in them but that's exactly what they were: illusions. The real world is something else. I dedicated myself to that. Injustices, the great social causes. I hoped that I was a force for good. Now you tell me that the real world is a realm of spectres and jack-o'-lanterns. In which case, have I wasted my brief span here, Hunter? Has it all been for nothing?"

The Hunter regarded him with a small, but genuine smile. "I don't think anyone could call what you've done a waste."

***

Gwyneth gasped as Hazel stated washing up in the pantry. "Please, miss, you shouldn't be helping. It's not right."

Hazel scoffed. "Don't be daft. Sneed works you to death. How much do you get paid?"

"Eight pound a year, ma'am," Gwyneth replied dutifully.

"How much?" Hazel gaped.

"I know," Gwyneth smiled. "I would've been happy with six."

"So, did you go to school or what?" Hazel asked, unsure of how things worked in the nineteenth century.

Gwyneth looked shocked. "Of course I did! What do you think I am, an urchin? I went every Sunday, nice and proper."

"What, once a week?" Hazel frowned.

"We did sums and everything," Gwyneth nodded, before looking left and right furtively. "To be honest, I hated every second."

Hazel snorted. "Oh, me too."

"Don't tell anyone, but one week, I didn't go, and ran on the heath all on my own," Gwyneth confessed, giggling.

"I did plenty of that," Hazel smiled. "I used to go down the shops with my mates. We used to go and check out the goods, if you know what I mean." She winked.

Apparently she did, because Gwyneth blushed. "Well, I don't know much about that, miss."

Hazel raised her eyebrows expectantly. "Come on, times haven't changed that much. I bet you've done the same."

"I don't think so, miss."

"Gwyneth, you can tell me," Hazel grinned. "I bet you've got your eye on someone."

Gwyneth allowed herself a small smile. "I suppose there is one lad. The butcher's boy. He comes by every Tuesday. Such a lovely smile on him."

"I like a nice smile. Good smile, nice bum," Hazel nodded.

"Well, I have never heard the like."

"Ask him out," Hazel suggested. "Give him a cup of tea or something, that's a start."

The maid looked at her oddly. "I swear it is the strangest thing, miss. You've got all the clothes and the breeding, but you talk like some sort of wild thing."

"Well, maybe I am," Hazel shrugged. "Maybe that's a good thing. You need a bit more in your life than Mr Sneed."

Gwyneth frowned. "Oh, now that's not fair. He's not so bad, old Sneed. He was very kind to me to take me in because I lost my mum and dad to the flu when I was twelve."

Hazel blanched, her breath catching in her throat. "I'm so sorry," she whispered.

"Thank you, miss," Gwyneth nodded. "But I'll be with them again, one day, sitting with them in paradise. I shall be so blessed. They're waiting for me. Maybe your mum and dad are up there waiting for you too, miss."

"Who told you they were dead?" Hazel asked quietly, looking haunted.

"I don't know," Gwyneth lied. "Must have been the Hunter."

"My parents died years back," Hazel sighed, shaking her head.

"But you've been thinking about them lately more than ever," Gwyneth stated, not making eye contact.

"I guess." Hazel frowned. "How do you know all this?"

"Mr Sneed says I think too much," Gwyneth said quickly. "I'm all alone down here. I bet you've got dozens of servants, haven't you, miss?"

Hazel was somewhat dazed, half caught up in memories of her parents, back when they were still parents. "No, no servants where I'm from."

"And you've come such a long way," Gwyneth said, looking at her strangely.

"What makes you think so?" Hazel wondered.

"You're from London," Gwyneth murmured. "I've seen London in drawings, but never like that. All those people rushing about half naked, for shame. And the noise, and the metal boxes racing past, and the birds in the sky - no, they're metal as well. Metal birds with people in them. People are flying." She fixed her gaze on Hazel, whose eyes widened. "And you, you've flown so far. Further than anyone. The things you've seen. The darkness, the big Bad Wolf." Gwyneth caught herself. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, miss!"

Hazel hushed her, thinking over what she'd said. "It's all right."

"I can't help it," Gwyneth cried. "Ever since I was a little girl, my mam said I had the sight. She told me to hide it."

"But it's getting stronger, more powerful, is that right?" Both girls turned to see the Hunter leaning in the doorway, frowning a little.

"All the time, miss," Gwyneth nodded. "Every night, voices in my head."

"You grew up on top of the rift. You're part of it," the Hunter realised. "You're the key."

"I've tried to make sense of it, miss. Consulted with spiritualists, table rappers, all sorts," Gwyneth assured her.

The Hunter nodded appraisingly. "Well, that should help. You can show us what to do."

Gwyneth frowned, glancing at Hazel nervously. "What to do where, miss?"

"We're going to have a séance," the Hunter announced. "Off you pop to the living room." Once Gwyneth had left, she looked over Hazel with concern. "Are you all right? You're very pale."

Hazel nodded, taking a deep breath, before joining her at the door. "I'm fine."

***

Everyone had gathered around a circular table in the dining room, and mostly everyone was seated. "This is how Madam Mortlock summons those from the Land of Mists, down in big town," Gwyneth declared. "Come, we must all join hands." She took the Hunter and Sneed's hands, while Hazel took the Hunter's right hand.

Dickens, on the other hand, was refusing to sit down. "I can't take part in this," he shook his head defiantly.

The Hunter rolled her eyes impatiently. "Humbug?" she asked, mocking him. "Come on, open mind."

"This is precisely the sort of cheap mummery I strive to unmask. Séances? Nothing but luminous tambourines and a squeeze box concealed between the knees," Dickens stressed. "This girl knows nothing."

"Charles," the Hunter raised an eyebrow sternly. "Sit. We might need you." The man did as ordered, joining hands with Hazel and Sneed. "Good man." She turned to the maid. "Now, Gwyneth, reach out."

Gwyneth closed her eyes. "Speak to us. Are you there? Spirits, come. Speak to us that we may relieve your burden."

Hazel looked around, her eyes wide, as a whispering filled the room. "Can you hear that?"

"Nothing can happen," Dickens maintained. "This is sheer folly."

"Look at her!" Hazel was watching Gwyneth as gas tendrils floated around behind her, rising to circle around above their heads.

"I see them. I feel them," she murmured.

"What's it saying?" Hazel asked, looking to the Hunter, who was watching the gas with narrowed eyes - the way she usually looked when she was concentrating on something.

"They can't get through the rift," the Time Lady translated, glancing back to the maid. "Gwyneth, it's not controlling you, you're controlling it. Look deep. Allow them through."

"I can't!" Gwyneth protested.

The Hunter squeezed her hand. "Yes, you can. Just believe it. Make the link. I have faith in you, Gwyneth."

"Yes," Gwyneth whispered as bluish outlines of people appeared behind her.

"Great God!" Sneed exclaimed. "Spirits from the other side."

"The other side of the universe," the Hunter corrected, raising an eyebrow coolly.

The figures spoke with child-like voices again, and this time, Gwyneth spoke with them. "Pity us. Pity the Gelth. There is so little time. Help us."

"What do you want us to do?" the Hunter demanded, eyeing them carefully.

"The rift," the Gelth replied. "Take the girl to the rift. Make the bridge."

The Hunter narrowed her eyes even further. "What for?"

"We are so very few. The last of our kind. We face extinction."

"Why?" the Time Lady questioned. "What happened?"

"Once we had a physical form like you, but then the war came." The Hunter blanched, and Hazel squeezed her hand tight, brushing her thumb over it the way Jason had used to do when she was younger.

"War?" Dickens repeated. "What war?"  

"The Time War. The whole universe convulsed. The Time War raged. Invisible to smaller species but devastating to higher forms. Our bodies wasted away. We're trapped in this gaseous state."

When the Hunter spoke, it was with a harder voice than usual. "So that's why you need the corpses."

"We want to stand tall, to feel the sunlight, to live again. We need a physical form, and your dead are abandoned. They're going to waste. Give them to us."

"But we can't," Hazel protested. "It's not right."

The Hunter winced. "It could save their lives."

"Open the rift. Let the Gelth through. We're dying. Help us. Pity the Gelth." The apparitions flew back into the gas lamps, and Gwyneth fell face down on the table.

Hazel ran round to check on her as the Hunter helped her sit back up. "Gwyneth? Are you okay?"

"All true," Dickens muttered, shaking his head. "It's all true."

***

A little later, Gwyneth woke up from where she had been laid on the chaise longue. Hazel smiled down at her. "It's all right. You just sleep."

"But my angels, miss. They came, didn't they?" Gwyneth asked. "They need me?"

The Hunter tilted her head, standing next to them. "Well, you're their only chance of survival."

Hazel shot her a look. "I've told you, leave her alone. She's exhausted." The Hunter raised her hands in surrender and backed away, smirking. "Drink this." Gwyneth sat up to drink the glass of water Hazel handed her.

Sitting in his armchair across the room, Sneed frowned. "Well, what did you say, Hunter? Explain it again. What are they?"

"Aliens," the Hunter replied shortly, taking a seat and crossing her legs.

"Like foreigners, you mean?" Sneed assumed.

"Pretty foreign, yeah," the Hunter allowed, pointing to the ceiling. "From up there."

"Brecon?" Sneed guessed.

The Hunter raised her eyebrows at Hazel before looking back to the man. "Close. And they've been trying to get through from Brecon to Cardiff, but the road's blocked. Only a few can get through, and even then they're weak. They can only test drive the bodies for so long, then they have to revert to gas form and hide in the pipes," she explained.

Dickens nodded. "Which is why they need the girl."

Hazel scowled at him. "They're not having her."

"She can help," the Hunter sighed, making a face. "Living on the rift, she's become part of it. She can open it up, make a bridge, and let them through."

"Incredible," Dickens breathed. "Ghosts that are not ghosts but beings from another world, who can only exist in our world by inhabiting cadavers."

"It's a solid system, I'll give them that," the Hunter evaluated.

"You can't let them run around inside of dead people," Hazel exclaimed, gaping at her.

"I wasn't planning on it," the Hunter assured her. "I couldn't give up a corpse if it were that of one of my own people. I can't ask you to do so either." Hazel's gaze softened.

"Don't I get a say, miss?" Gwyneth piped up.

Hazel glanced at her impatiently. "Look, you don't understand what's going on."

Gwyneth sighed. "You would say that, miss, because that's very clear inside your head, that you think I'm stupid."

"That's not true!" Hazel protested.

"Things might be very different where you're from, but here and now, I know my own mind, and the angels need me," Gwyneth told her, before looking to the ginger. "Hunter, what do I have to do?"

"You don't have to do anything," the Hunter told her.

"They've been singing to me since I was a child, sent by my mam on a holy mission," Gwyneth snapped. "So tell me."

The Hunter closed her eyes for a second, rubbing her forehead, before opening them and sighing. "We need to find the rift. This house is on a weak spot, but there must be a spot that's weaker than any other. Mr Sneed, what's the weakest part of this house? The place where most of the ghosts have been seen?"

"That would be the morgue," Sneed replied dutifully.

Hazel rolled her eyes. "Couldn't you have said gazebo?"

***

The Hunter pulled her coat tighter around her as she looked at the corpses under sheets in the morgue. "Brr. Talk about Bleak House."

Hazel frowned, keeping close to her. "The thing is, Hunter, the Gelth don't succeed, cause I know for a fact there weren't corpses walking around in 1869."

"Time's in flux, changing every second. Your cosy little world can be rewritten like that." The Hunter snapped her fingers. "Nothing is safe. Remember that. Nothing."

Dickens shivered. "Hunter, I think the room is getting colder."

"Here they come," Hazel muttered.

The Gelth's blue form slipped out of a gas lamp by the door and flew over to hover under a stone archway. "You've come to help. Praise the Hunter. Praise her."

"Promise you won't hurt her," Hazel said as Gwyneth stepped forwards a little.

"Hurry! Please, so little time. Pity the Gelth."

The Hunter narrowed her eyes at the apparition. "I'll take you somewhere else after the transfer. Somewhere you can build proper bodies. This isn't a permanent solution, all right?"

Gwyneth sighed happily. "My angels. I can help them live."

"Okay, where's the weak point?" the Hunter questioned.

"Here, beneath the arch," the Gelth replied.

"Beneath the arch," Gwyneth repeated, going and standing where the apparition hovered.

"You don't have to do this," Hazel reminded her.

"My angels."

"Establish the bridge. Reach out to the void. Let us through!"

"Yes, I can see you!" Gwyneth smiled. "I can see you. Come!"

"Bridgehead establishing."

"Come to me," Gwyneth called. "Come to this world, poor lost souls!"

"It is begun. The bridge is made." Gwyneth opened her mouth, and blue gas tendrils floated out. "She has given herself to the Gelth. The bridge is open. We descend." The calm, blue apparition morphed, turning into a fiery red thing with teeth as sharp as knives. It's voice deepened and hardened, sounding much more forceful. "The Gelth will come through in force."

"You said that you were few in number," Dickens spluttered.

"A few billion," the Gelth corrected. "And all of us in need of corpses."

The bodies stood up, their white sheets falling to the ground, and they started moving towards the humans and the Hunter.

"Gwyneth, stop this. Listen to your master. This has gone far enough. Stop dabbling, child, and leave these things alone, I beg of you -!"

"Mr Sneed, get back!" Hazel yelled, her eyes wide as a corpse snapped his neck from behind. A Gelth zoomed into his mouth, and he turned to face them.

The Hunter cursed, grabbing Hazel's arm and pulling her back with her. "I have joined the legions of the Gelth," Sneed hissed. "Come, march with us."

"No," Dickens declined politely, backing away towards the entrance to the morgue.

"We need bodies. All of you, dead. The human race, dead."

"Gwyneth, stop them!" the Hunter ordered. "Send them back now!"

"Three more bodies. Convert them. Make them vessels for the Gelth."

Sneed back the Hunter and Hazel up against a metal gate, pressing ever closer. "Hunter, I can't!" Dickens exclaimed apologetically. "I'm sorry. This new world of yours is too much for me. I'm so-"

The Hunter ignored him, opening the gate and pushing Hazel through, closing it when she herself had gone through too. She locked it with her sonic screwdriver, so the corpses couldn't reach them.

"Give yourself to glory. Sacrifice your lives for the Gelth."

"I trusted you," the Hunter shouted. "I pitied you!"

"We don't want your pity. We want this world and all its flesh."

"Not while I'm alive," the Hunter declared bravely, glaring at the corpses.

One of them seemed to smile. "Then live no more."

"But I can't die!" Hazel protested. "Tell me I can't. I haven't even been born yet. It's impossible for me to die. Isn't it?"

The Hunter refused to meet her eyes. "I'm sorry."

"But it's 1869," Hazel reasoned. "How can I die now?"

"Time isn't a straight line," the Hunter replied quickly. "It can twist into any shape. You can be born in the twentieth century and die in the nineteenth, and it's all my fault! I brought you here!"

Hazel shook her head. "It's not your fault. I wanted to come."

"What about me? I saw the fall of Troy, World War Five, I pushed boxes at the Boston Tea Party. My brother and I inspired an entire civilisation, and now I'm going to die in a dungeon. In Cardiff." The Hunter looked disgusted.

"It's not just dying," Hazel reminded her. "We'll become one of them." She sighed. "We'll go down fighting, yeah?"

"Yeah," the Hunter agreed.

"Together?"

"Yes." She took Hazel's hand, and the girl squeezed tight. "I'm so glad I met you."

"Me too," Hazel admitted.

They were interrupted when Dickens ran in, holding a handkerchief to his mouth. "Hunter! Hunter! Turn off the flame, turn up the gas! now, fill the room, all of it, now!"

"What're you doing?" the Time Lady demanded.

"Turn it all on," Dickens repeated. "Flood the place!"

The Hunter's eyes widened. "Brilliant. Gas."

Hazel looked at her with narrowed eyes. "Are you crazy? We'll choke to death!"

"Am I correct, Hunter? These creatures are gaseous," Dickens stated.

"Fill the room with gas, it'll draw them out of the host. Suck them into the air like poison from a wound!" the Hunter agreed.

Dickens blanched as the corpses gave up on the Hunter and Rose and started shambling towards him. "I hope, oh Lord, I hope that this theory will be validated soon, if not immediately."

"Plenty more!" The Hunter made a swiping motion with her left hand, and a gas pipe ripped itself from the wall, causing the Gelth to leave the corpses, floating around the ceiling angrily.

"It's working," Dickens realised.

The Hunter opened the gate, and she and Hazel walked towards Dickens and Gwyneth. "Gwyneth, send them back. They lied. They're not angels."

"Liars?" Gwyneth inquired.

"Look at me. If your mother and father could look down and see this, they'd tell you the same. they'd give you the strength. Now send them back!" the Hunter ordered.

"I can't breathe," Hazel muttered, holding a hand to her chest.

"Charles, get her out," the Hunter requested immediately.

"I'm not leaving her," Hazel protested.

"They're too strong," Gwyneth whispered, sounding strained.

The Hunter looked at her imploringly. "Remember that world you saw? Hazel's world? All those people. None of it will exist unless you send them back through the rift."

Gwyneth shook her head. "I can't send them back. But I can hold them. Hold them in this place, hold them here. Get out." She pulled a matchbox from her apron pocket.

"You can't!" Hazel cried, her eyes widening.

"Leave this place!" Gwyneth cried.

"Hazel, get out," the Hunter ordered, squeezing the girl's hand before letting go. "Go no. I won't leave her while she's still in danger. Now go!" Hazel nodded shakily, before leaving with Dickens. "Come on, leave that to me," she told Gwyneth. When the girl didn't move, she frowned, feeling for a pulse in the human's neck. "I'm sorry," the Hunter sighed, kissing Gwyneth's forehead. "Thank you." Then the Hunter ran for her life, just about managing to reach the street before the house exploded. The force of it sent her flying into the snow, and she groaned, before getting to her feet and walking over to Dickens and Hazel.

"She didn't make it," Hazel sighed.  

"I'm sorry," the Hunter muttered, rubbing her ribs. "She closed the rift."

"At such a cost. The poor child," Dickens frowned.

The Hunter put her arm round Hazel's shoulders as they started walking. "I did try, Haze, but Gwyneth was already dead. She had been for at least five minutes."

Hazel frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I think she was dead from the minute she stood in that arch," the Hunter told her.

"But she can't have," Hazel reasoned. "She spoke to us. She helped us. She saved us. How could she have done that?"

"There are more things in Heaven and Earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy," Dickens mused. "Even for you, Hunter."

Hazel glanced back over her shoulder at the ruins of the house. "She saved the world. A servant girl. No one will ever know."

***

The Hunter sighed as they reached the TARDIS and she grabbed her key out of her pocket. "Right then, Charlie boy, I've just got to go into my, uh, shed. Won't be long."

"What are you going to do now?" Hazel inquired.

"I shall take the mail coach back to London, quite literally post-haste. This is no time for me to be on my own. I shall spend Christmas with my family and make amends to them," Dickens smiled. "After all I've learned tonight, there can be nothing more vital."

"You've cheered up," the Hunter noticed.

"Exceedingly," Dickens agreed. "This morning, I thought I knew everything in the world. Now I know I've only just started. All these huge and wonderful notions, Hunter. I'm inspired. I must write about them."

"Do you think that's wise?" Hazel asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I shall be subtle at first," Dickens assured her. "The Mystery of Edwin Drood still lacks a ending. Perhaps the killer was not the boy's uncle. Perhaps he was not of this Earth. The Mystery of Edwin Drood and the Blue Elementals. I can spread the word, tell the truth."

"Good luck with it," the Hunter smiled. "Nice to meet you. Fantastic."

"Bye then, and thanks." Hazel shook his hand, then kissed his cheek.

"Oh my dear. How modern." Dickens frowned. "Thank you, but, I don't understand. In what way is this goodbye? Where are you going?"

The Hunter smirked. "You'll see. In the shed."

Dickens sighed. "Upon my soul, Hunter, it's one riddle after another with you. But after all these revelations, there's one mystery you still haven't explained. Answer me this. Who are you?"

"Just a friend passing through."

"But you have such knowledge of future times. I don't wish to impose on you, but I must ask. My books, Hunter, do they last?" Dickens wondered.

"Oh yes!" the Hunter assured him.

"For how long?"

The Hunter smiled. "Forever. Right, shed. Come on, Haze."

"In the box?" Dickens asked. "Both of you?"

"Down boy," the Hunter winked. "See you." The girls entered the TARDIS.

Hazel frowned, closing the door behind her. "Doesn't that change history if he writes about blue ghosts?"

"In a week's time it's 1870, and that's the year he dies. Sorry," the Hunter stated, draping her trenchcoat over one of the weirdly shaped coral columns. "He'll never get to tell his story."

"Oh no. He was so nice," Hazel mourned.

The Hunter smiled at her. "But in your time, he was already dead. We've brought him back to life, and right now, he's more alive than he's ever been, old Charlie boy. Let's give him one last surprise." She threw the lever for dematerialisation, and the girls watched on the monitor as Charles Dickens' face split into an ecstatic grin.

Hazel threw her arms around the Time Lady. "Merry Christmas, Art.

"Merry Christmas, Haze," the Hunter returned, smiling happily. "And may we have many, many more."

~~~

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[silverxenomorph]

id love to read your markings comic headcanon post but sadly i cant read your handwriting

Oh No! My scrawl strikes again! Time to get typing! Here’s the typed up version for your reading pleasure.

UV Markings - Naturally Occuring Examples:

Praxian ‘ Doorwing’ Panel - Model Prowl of Petrex

Single colour UV Markings - Full colour range

Crystalline Pattern unique to each individual - Patterns indicate familial line

Never added to. Natural is prized.

Glass fluoresces but is NOT UV

Rear panel markings follow contours and are more solid. Serve more as highlights/locators in dark situations.

‘Seeker’ Flight Panels - Model Starscream of Vos

Not Starscream’s original pattern He has added extra tattoos - Yellows and Oranges were added.

ALL OF THE COLOURS! A RIOT!

UV Patterns exist only on one side on CC Bots, but are duplicated on both sides Forged Bots.

Patterns will replicate over frame changes - CNA Coded. Will take a while to appear after damage/frame change.

Used for Flight formation ID (Also for Peacocking) in close formation flights.

Streaky paterns as if affected by Mach speeds, unususally organic-like shapes.

Brighter UV colours favoured over dull ones. Often leads to ‘enhancements’. Yellows/Oranges favoured over Greens/Purples.

White fluoresces but not UV

‘Shuttle’ Flight Panels - Model Skyfire/Jetfire

Markings present on both sides of wing.

Blocky, solid patterns

Present only on Flaps, Ailerons & edges of wing.

Thicker on Flaps & Ailerons.

2-3 Colours in Yellows, Greens & Oranges. Very rarely in Pink / Red

Colours denote capability:

    - Atmospheric = Yellows/Oranges (Common)

    - Space Capable = Greens (Uncommon)

    - Intergalactic = Pink/Red (Rare)

No Blue or Purple.

Markings form Geometric patterns

Other Flight Frames - Models Pharma & Wing of Altihex (Non-Seeker Vosnians & Non-Vosnians)

2 Colours Max - All colour spectrum

Covers most of flat area of flight panel - edges are clear

Few straight lines

Never on Engines/Turbines

Used for flight ID at a distance (Solo Fliers)

Stunt Fliers (Like Wing) have one member in each colour combination for each individual to avoid confusion

Camien - Model Windblade of Caminus

Limited knowledge of Colony Markings. Colonists are wary.

Cityspeaker markings also fluoresce -UV Make-up

First Delegate Windblade inferred markings serve to identify Familial Lines and Flight ID as Primary ID with Energon shortage on Caminus.

Markings in 2 layered colours. Complex patterns

Markings on frame as well- Connected to Metrotitan Interface activity - Line like, replicate circuitry patterns.

No markings on Rotor blades

*Observation Of First Delegate’s Markings may not be typical of Camien markings!*

UV Markings - Tattoos/Artificial

can be any colour, size, shape.

Tend to be intricate and complex

Little to no correlation to flier meanings

Used to celebrate Conjunxing, Amica bonds, Familial bonds, Off-linings, Memorials, Affiliations and more

Need constantre-application - will fade out in 500,000 cycles

Removable. Can’t hide Natural UV. Used to enhance natural UV

Common on Rotary frames, CC Bots and the Priesthood.

The Matrix can cause UV Markings (Rare example - Enhanced Rodimus’ UV Tattoos)

Earth tattooing culture has increase in influence

tend to be large or whole frame pieces

Rong (Yes spell wrong deliberately) - Example of Priesthood.

Jazz - Earth inspired sleeve

[unbrydledfury]

drabble + Dr. Abel

Send “drabble + a word” for some writing on that word

[ accepting ]

                                 REACH OUT AND TOUCH FAITH

    Yeah, yeah, steal something from some doctor, he got it. He just never said when.

    Phoenix burns as bright as its namesake. It’s kinda pathetic, Bryan thinks, burying his fist in a brick wall and holding his arms out to bathe in the dust and debris as the building collapses in on itself, You’d think people crazy enough to live out in the desert would be made of tougher stuff. Half a dozen police cruisers lie in wrecks behind him. Over the radio comes the call for the National Guard.

    Good. He was getting bored.

    Bryan wipes his face, leaves meteor trails of blood and grime on his skin. He has to hand it to Doctor Cain Abel -- what a fucking riot, a name like that, his parents must be a hit at parties -- the power coursing through Fury’s veins is enough to make him forget he’s supposed to be an errand boy. Okay, fine. If Doctor Bruno -- Bongo -- whatever the fuck is such a genius, it’s only prudent to test how far Bryan can push himself before going after him.

    Tracer rounds chew two shark tooth rows in the pavement. Reflex kicks in -- for a brief second, Bryan is in tan, armored camouflage in another desert around the world, stars and stripes on his shoulder -- he dives for cover in the rubble. Rotors pound the air above. A gunship -- they sent a gunship after him! God, it’s good to be back in the States.

    Fury scratches his chin. He could grab a dead cop’s gun, but that won’t do anything to an attack helicopter. He needs something high caliber.

    Or...maybe not.

    The building doesn’t need those metal pylons anymore...

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #434: Some R&R Sleepover (Sonic)

8:45 p.m. at Rose House......

Amy: (Sighs Happily While Watching TV and Snuggle in a Blanket Together on the Sofa with Sally and Tails) This has to be the best Sleepover yet....

Tails: (Smiles Softly) Tell me about it. (Hugs Sally on His Side) Thanks again for joining us here tonight, Aunt Sally.

Amy: (Hugs Sally on Her Side) Yeah. Thanks a bunch, Sal.

Sally: (Giggles Softly as She Hugs Both Any and Tails at the Same Time) It's not a problem at all, you guys. If anything, I should be the one giving thanks here. I honestly don't remember the last time I've ever been to an actual sleepover before.

Amy: Seriously?

Sally: Yeah. I mean.... Robotnik's Robot Invasion happened so unexpectedly that...we hardly even do one anymore. Plus, every one of us in the Freedom Fighters has already starting to live their own lives outside of the team: Like Bunnie and Antoine being a married couple, Rotor opening up his owm Mechanic Shop, Nicole creating new ways to keep Knothole safe, and etc.

Tails: (Starts to Frown a Little) But....you guys are still able to hang out every now and then, right?

Sally: (Smiles Softly) Oh Absolutely. We would always spend time with one another whenever we have the time. So it's all good.

Amy: (Smiles Softly) Nice. Though, there is something pretty important I wanna you, if you don't mind

Sally: (A Bit Confused by Amy's Sudden Request) Oh. Uhh...Not at all, Ames. What your question?

Amy: Okay. So....this might be a teensy bit earlier to ask you this, buuuuut..... You got yourself a crush lately?!

Tails: Amy!

Amy: What?! Can't a girl ask one of her best gal pals about her love life?

Tails: ('Sigh') And don't you think that maybe Aunt Sally is a bit too preoccupied of her role as a princess than to date someone right now?

Sally: Well, I mean..... you're not entirely wrong in that aspect. (Shrugged) I just like being single in general.

Amy: (Genuinely Surprised) You do?

Sally: (Simply Nodded) Ever since me and Sonic called it quits, I had a lot of time to for think.about myself and the future. (Chuckles Lightly) Ironically enough, it helped me realize that being single isn't nearly as bad as everyone in the entire Solar System makes it out to be. Sorry it isn't the answer you were expecting, Ames....

Amy: No! I-It's okay, Sally. Really! (Frowns a Bit Sadly) I'm just sorry for asking you something like that out of the blue....

Sally: (Gently Place a her Hand on Amy's Shoulder with a Reassuring Smile) Hey. Don't worry about it. You were only wondering is all. No harm done. Plus, I'm not going to be entirely single for the rest of my life. I'm sure I'll find someone new for me someday. Or at least.....(Frowns a Little) I hope so.....

Tails: (Gently Grabs Sally's Hand) Don't worry, Aunt Sally. I'm positive you'll find someone for you to love someday. It just takes time, you know?

Amy: (Smiles Reassuringly to Sally) Yeah. You're the coolest Princess, Leader, and Auntie we ever known. Anyone would be pretty lucky to be with someone like you. (Winks at Sally)

Sally: (Smiles Softly as Her Heart Begins to Melt) You guys....Thank you.

Amy: Anytime, Girlfriend. And hey, if you ever wanna some help finding some loving, feel free to call me anytime, alright?

Sally: (Starts Smirking Teasingly Towards Amy) So like, what? You gonna be my Wing Gal or something?

Amy: (Smiles Brightly) Yep. And your nephew is gonna help me too!

Tails: (Turns to Amy with a "Really?" Look on his Face) .............

Amy: (Pouts Towards Tails) Hey! Don't look at me like that, mister! I'm being serious over here!

Tails: (Crosses his Arms) I am too, sis. And I'd say I would like to pass on that offer of being your Love Assistant.

Amy: Taiiiiilssss!!

Sally: You know, I wouldn't mind having you helping me out with too, sweetie. (Turns to Tails with a Puppy Dog Look) Pleeeeeeeeeease?~ For your Favorite Auntie in the Whole Wide World?~

Tails: ('Sigh') Sally, you're my only Auntie. But if that's really what you want....then I suppose I could help out as well. Just to make sure Amy over there doesn't go overboard on the whole thing.

Amy: ('GASPS') Miles Tails Prower! Are you doubting your big sister's ability to bring true love to light?!

Tails: (Shrugged) Pretty much. Yeah.

Amy: ('Hmph') I don't think I like the tone of your sass, young man.

Tails: (Rolled his Eyes Playfully) Wonder where I got that from?

Amy: Taiiiiilssss!!!!

Sally: (Bursts Out Laughing) Oho my God! You two are a complete riot together, you know that? And your right, Ames....(Smiles Brightly) This IS the Best Sleepover Ever.

@keyenuta

@miki-13

@cyber-wildcat

@26shann

@chompycroc

[helicrazy]

Tagged by: @eloquent-music​​​ (Didn’t know I was tagged lol. Friendly reminder that if you want the tags to work you have click on the name then the blog otherwise it won’t show up in my activity. 11/10 Great site.) Tagging: This was from a couple days back so whoever wants to do it. 

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬

FULL NAME:  Vortex NICKNAME:   Tex (friends only), Texy (you better be a Combaticon to use this) GENDER:   Robot HEIGHT:  27 feet. AGE:   Human terms he’s around mid to late 20s. ZODIAC:   Gemini. SPOKEN LANGUAGES:   Anything.

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜��𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬

HAIR COLOR :  Teal. (Dirty blond for Holoform) OPTIC COLOR:   Red. BODY TYPE:   Flier. lol. Ok he skinny but buff boy.  VOICE:   Jason Statham.  DOMINANT HAND:   Right. POSTURE:   Slouches a lot. SCARS:   Got some on his protoform but the worse ones are around his optics.  TATTOOS:   His holoform has a lot. BIRTHMARKS:  None. MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S):   Them spinning rotors on his back. Don’t touch or you’ll lose a finger/ hand.

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝

PLACE OF BIRTH:  [Redacted] HOMETOWN:   [Redacted] SIBLINGS:   [Redacted] PARENTS:   Deceased.

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

OCCUPATION:   Interrogator. CURRENT RESIDENCE:   Either at the Combaticon home or at his own with his roommate Meme. CLOSE FRIENDS:   (Not counting his team) Memelord, Allen, Lockdown, Overlord, soon to be Tarn. RELATIONSHIP STATUS:   Single. Not the romantic type. More so friends with benefits.  DRIVER’S LICENSE:   Not needed. CRIMINAL RECORD:   Murder (all degrees), Assault, Kidnapping, Burglary, Stalking, Vandalism, Rioting,  Sexual assault and there’s probably more.  VICES:   Violent, Loyal, Merciless, Recklessness, Crazy.

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

SEXUAL ORIENTATION:   Attracted to only Cybertronians.  PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE:  Can swing both ways depends on the partner.  LIBIDO:   High. Especially after torturing/murdering someone.  LOVE LANGUAGE:  Physical touch and quality time are big ones. 

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG: For Your Entertainment - Adam Lambert. I have lots really but this one is a fav because it involves both pain and pleasure.  HOBBIES TO PASS TIME:   Being a nuisance, finding some nobody to torment, interfacing,  LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED:   Right brained. FEARS:   Loneliness. He can’t image what life would be like without his team. Then there’s being confined in a small space.  SELF-CONFIDENCE LEVEL:   High all thanks to Onslaught.  VULNERABILITIES:   Not very strong but knows better than to fight someone twice his height/ strength. And unless you know his fears and can use them to your advantage hahaha good luck.