#slideways

[catgirlmechapilot]

I've created another AC!! A long range speedy powerhouse focused on drifting circles around their prey... I give you SLIDEWAYS!!! :3

[contemplationofapoint]

11.10.24 Slideways

[sab201030]

Crazy but also not surprising that the "I love gay sex but I never leave my house" website polled higher for "I haven't actually had gay sex" like. Just. Go have gay sex. Try it. Maybe you'll like it maybe you won't. Can't be certain till you give it a go. I'm not joking, also. Like get on Grindr go to a bar I know its scary but lots of learning is. If you find out it's not for you, congratulations you have tried something new and learned. If you find out you love it more than anything, congratulations you have tried something new and learned. I sincerely don't get the celibacy meme, too, but I suppose that's just a cultural divide.

[midseo]

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[broachingoils]

Lubricating Excellence: Optimizing Machinery Performance with Slideway Lubricants

In the intricate world of machinery, where precision and performance are paramount, slideway lubricants emerge as the lubricating maestros, orchestrating a symphony of efficiency and reliability. "Lubricating Excellence" offers a comprehensive exploration into the vital role of slideway lubricants, revealing their profound impact on optimizing machinery performance and elevating industrial operations to a new echelon.

The Art of Precision Lubrication:

Embark on a journey into the artistry of precision lubrication provided by slideway lubricants. These specialized fluids are not merely lubricants; they are architects of excellence, meticulously coating and protecting crucial components to ensure seamless and efficient machinery performance.

Friction Reduction: The Key to Efficiency:

Dive deep into the science behind slideway lubricants as unparalleled friction-reducing agents. By minimizing resistance between moving parts, these lubricants pave the way for enhanced operational efficiency, contributing to smoother motions and more reliable machinery performance.

Preserving Precision in Every Movement:

Explore how slideway lubricants act as custodians of precision in machinery operations. In environments demanding accuracy and consistency, these lubricants play a pivotal role in preserving the integrity of movements, ensuring that machinery operates with the exactitude required for optimal performance.

Wear Protection for Prolonged Lifespan:

Witness the safeguarding effect of slideway lubricants against wear and tear. By forming a protective shield on critical surfaces, these fluids mitigate the impact of friction and abrasion, contributing to the prolonged lifespan of machinery components and ultimately optimizing overall performance.

Versatility Across Industries and Applications:

Uncover the versatility of slideway lubricants as they seamlessly adapt to the diverse landscapes of industrial applications. From heavy-duty manufacturing to precision-centric sectors, these lubricants showcase their adaptability, becoming the common denominator in the pursuit of optimized machinery performance.

Enhancing CNC and Precision Machining:

Navigate through the impact of slideway lubricants on CNC machining and precision operations. In these realms where every micron matters, these lubricants emerge as the lubricating virtuosos, ensuring that the precision of every cut and movement is preserved, thereby elevating the overall machinery performance.

Maintenance Practices for Sustained Excellence:

Understand the importance of meticulous maintenance practices in sustaining lubricating excellence. Regular inspections, precise application techniques, and adherence to maintenance schedules are integral elements in ensuring that slideway lubricants continue to optimize machinery performance over time.

Environmental Responsibility in Lubrication:

Witness the evolution of slideway lubricants towards environmental responsibility. As industries embrace sustainable practices, these lubricants evolve to meet eco-friendly standards, aligning their role in machinery optimization with broader environmental consciousness.

Conclusion:

"Lubricating Excellence" concludes with the recognition that slideway lubricants are the unsung heroes, infusing machinery with precision and efficiency. Their silent but powerful role in optimizing performance is the hallmark of industrial excellence. As industries strive for higher standards, acknowledging and maximizing the potential of slideway lubricants become imperative, ensuring that machinery not only operates but excels at the pinnacle of performance.

[gothamcityneedsme]

decided to record some gotham knights gameplay b/c its really fun to troll as robin

[consciousexe]

oh yeah also new oc alert!!! Slideways my beloved!! He was abandoned on his first day because his crew thought he was dead, so then a masked found him and converted him, but it didn't manage to fully take when he was being turned. He doesn't know he is infected but he is weirded out by the things his body does that are mask behavior(e.g. randomly sliding across the ground while not moving his legs, wobbling around, gurgling while breathing), so he is trying to find a crew to get him off of experimentation and continue his job.

so my files minorly glitched when I was saving the finished artworks and I only noticed when I posted them in a discord server

[enbyandyy]

there is no way to explain etho other than he is so extremely etho

slideways mouse

something about needing a generator to power his computer

DUG HIS OWN INTERNET CABLE?!

[404-art-found]

second week of Art Fight done!

Loki, for @lokibrainrot!

Sirius, for @dangoarts!

Sircher, for boxguy!

Dagobert Hyppolite, for FlowerlyRat!

Slideways, for @consciousexe!

[ckret2]

okay so bill’s coordination is completely ass in a human body, right? so i was thinking, if he finally ever does get a chance to play the piano again, (on soos’ keyboard or otherwise) would it be emotionally devastating for him to realize he doesn’t have the muscle memory or hand-eye coordination to do something he loves so much?

His coordination isn't overall universally bad. It's bad at specific things for specific reasons:

One: There are some restraints to being in a human body beholden to Earth's laws of physics that he just doesn't have a lot of experience navigating. For example, as seen in the last chapter: stairs. He hasn't walked on many stairs. He forgets that you can't walk sideways on stairs here, because you can in the Nightmare Realm.

And two: His eyes are still at the same height that's always been his eye level when he floats around, which fools his subconscious into thinking oh, still a triangle; but rather than being about two feet tall total, he's somewhere between 4 feet and 6 feet (I will not give an official height) and his feet are on the ground, not floating in the air.

He subconsciously expects to float over an obstacle on the floor; he trips on it instead. He tries to walk around a coffee table; he forgets how wide his stance is and bangs his shin into it instead. He tries to walk through a doorway; he forgets where his hips are and bumps into the doorframe. He tries to slide slideways through a four inch gap; well, that just ain't happening. He tries to aim his food the same place he's aimed his food for trillions of years—into the center of his field of vision—and sticks a fork into his eye.

His problem isn't that he's lost his muscle memory. It's the exact opposite: he DOES still have muscle memory and he's ACTING on his muscle memory—for a completely different body.

When the above two issues don't come into play, his coordination is just fine. Remember that two chapters ago he was turning cartwheels up and down the sidewalk and only fell once—which is pretty remarkable for a guy who's been locked up inside without any opportunities to exercise or practice. He was pretty darn graceful when dodging Mabel's attack during their water fight, or when dodging the tooth fairy's attacks. He's got unexpectedly good balance when he's holding still.

The environment he's in is strange and unfamiliar, but pianos are still pianos. His body has changed in horrifying and uncomfortable ways, but his hands are still hands. He might not be able to play quite the way he used to—for instance, can't stretch out his pinky eighteen inches like a looney tune in order to hit a high key—but he can still play.

[fang-and-feather]

Power Trade

Ikemen Vampire - Napoleon x Female Reader

I didn't plan to write more than one fic for the same character for this, but I found this the perfect opportunity to finally finish this fic that I started on February last year and already went through so many drafts, the last one fitting this event so well it was hard to pass the chance.

Written for the Sexy Ikemen Summer event by @xxsycamore (not written as a birthday fic, but since I finished it today, Happy birthday @kissmetwicekissmedeadly), Location: Your rich friend’s summer villa

Words: 2,361

Summary: You still found it hard to believe sebastian's family owned a place like that, but you and Napoleon would definitelly enjoy his early birthday gift to the best of your abilities. And what was a better way to start than going for the role reversal you've been planning for a while?

Tags: Fingering, Pegging, Teasing, Mordern Setting

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You still found it hard to believe Sebastian's family owned a place like this. But this level of privacy was a blessing.

You had barely walked out of the bath, only wrapped in a towel, when Napoleon snuck behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You let out a squeal in surprise that made him laugh.

“Do you always let people sneak up on you like that, Nunuche?” He asked, nuzzling into your neck, his laughter vibrating through your skin.

Napoleon had left the bath earlier himself to take a call, and now that you were out of there yourself, he seemed eager to resume what you had started in the bath.

“It’s not like there is anyone else here.”

Napoleon hummed in approval, still nuzzling into you, pulling you tighter against his body with one arm, the other hand sneaking under your towel, although only holding you and softly caressing your hip, despite you feeling how excited he was to go further.

You couldn’t believe the two of you had a whole villa all for yourselves for a few days. A gift from Sebastian for Napoleon’s approaching birthday.

The freedom to have moments like this whenever you could was a wonderful change. Your apartment’s new neighbors had been quite annoying recently. Maybe, when you went back, it was time you started thinking about having a house of your own.

“I like this new shampoo, but I always miss your natural scent after a bath.” Napoleon whispered, taking a deep breath before kissing your neck.

“Will it be a problem?”

“If you’re up to it, no.”

You squirmed and Napoleon released his hold from you only enough for you to turn around, none of you making any effort to keep the towel covering your body in place. He wasn’t wearing more than his underwear, either.

“Would the call we received be a problem?” You asked, giving him your best seductive smile.

“No.” Napoleon scooped you up, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. “And with the way you looked all day? Only an actual emergency could stop us now.”

The two of you had spent most of the day around the poll, which meant you also had spent it in a bikini. You were surprised Napoleon had waited until you were in the bath.

He carried you to the living room, still kissing you, a hand on your ass, the other on your back, not only supporting you but caressing and groping what he could reach.

You had other plans for the night before this, but you wouldn’t mind a change of plans. You welcomed his hungry kisses and impatient touch, returning it with equal passion, tightening the hold of your hands on his neck and hair and of your legs around his waist, feeling the excitement of both your bodies.

You let your body lightly rub against his, earning a muffled groan that sounded almost primal.

Napoleon sat slideways on the sofa, with you on his lap, two fingers already teasing your wet entrance, while his mouth moved to your neck. You moved your head to give him better access, and humped against his exploring hand, brushing the bulge in his underwear in the process.

Napoleon leaned back on the sofa, pulling you on top of him, and with another lustful groan, he sank his fangs into your neck, at the same time that he inserted a couple of fingers inside you. You moaned at the overwhelming pleasure coursing from the spot of the bite and through the rest of your body, riding his fingers, chasing the peak of that pleasure as he hungrily sucked your blood.

The sounds that escaped you were just as raw and passionate as you fucked yourself on his hand, sounds that gave place to a frustrated groan as he pulled away.

You leaned forward, pushing him the rest of the way down, trying to grind against him, but the hand that had been supporting you moved to your waist to hold you down. As Napoleon chuckled.

“Sorry, chérie. I intend to finish what I started. Let me just…”

Effortlessly, he moved the two of you to your previous position, then nudged you to sit back, and you watched as he licked his fingers clean before reaching for something behind you, capturing your lips as he did that.

As yo parted, the small part of your mind still aware of your surroundings, noticed something different about the covering of the sofa, and Napoleon noticed your confusion.

“I wanted to make sure things wouldn’t be too much trouble to clean later.”

He pulled back, and you saw the thing he picked was the toy you had planned to use that night, that you thought Napoleon wouldn’t use in his urge to have you.

You had been preparing and planning for this for a while, and thought this vacation was the perfect opportunity to use it for what it had been bought for.

Although this location and urgency was not in your plans, but now both of you were too worked up to move to the bed.

“I can’t wait to see what you can do with this.” He scooted back. “But let me take care of you first.”

The last glimpse of his face you had was a teasing grin, before he bent forward, and the tip of the toy was gently inserted into you at the same time as his tongue dragged slowly against your sensitive clit.

The moment his mouth was on you, Napoleon always lost himself. His hunger for you rivaled his bloodlust. He licked and sucked at you as if he was starving, and that coupled with the toy slowly moving in and out of you, pushed your already stimulated body over the edge very fast.

You could see the reluctance in Napoleon’s eyes as he pulled away, and you, trying to catch your breath, smiled weakly at you.

“It’s quite early yet.” You forced your heavy body to the other side, trapping Napoleon under you again. “I might just give you a reward after I’m done with you.” You leaned even closer to him, whispering in his ear, “If you behave.”

“Is that a promise or a threat?” Napoleon laughed, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“It will depend on what you deserve.” You teased, giving him a peck on the lips.

Then you turned around, finding he had left your bottle of lube on the little table too. You picked it and turned back to your boyfriend, only for him to push himself to a sitting position and hold your wrist as soon as you opened the bottle.

“I can do that, Nunuche.”

You smirked upon noticing the blush starting to show on his face.

“You could, yes. You always did when we were preparing. Is there a reason you won’t let me take care of you instead?” You raised an eyebrow, challengingly.

Napoleon let you go, the red on his cheeks growing darker.

“You’re always tired when we start this part.”

You knew it was an excuse.

“Should I assume you do that on purpose?”

“Why does me letting you do such a thing to me make you so cheeky?” Before you could react, Napoleon grabbed you again, pulling you for a kiss. “Fine. Have it your way.”

There was still a reluctance in his voice, but you knew it was just the embarrassment. You kissed the tip of his nose and returned to your position, kneeling between his legs.

His hips twitched as you teased his hole, rubbing gently, and when you finally pushed the tip of a finger inside, you heard a muffled moan.

You looked up at him to find Napoleon covering half of his face with a hand, his eyes closed, brows furrowed. You chuckled.

“Hmm, aren’t you the one who always tells me not to hide?” You worked your finger further in and with the other hand, you removed his from his face, holding it. “Let me see you. Let me hear how you sing for me.”

Napoleon was always so quiet as he did it himself. You loved seeing how you got a reaction out of him.

You curled your finger up, finding his most sensitive spot, and that brought out a deep moan from him. You enjoyed watching him lose his composure as you finger fucked him, but he was still quite tense for more, so you scooted a little back and, just like he did to you, you bent down, licking his hard, glistening cock, your finger back into him.

As you took him into your mouth, you felt him slowly relax. And his moans grew louder, to the point he was muffling them again.

But you didn’t have time to scold him now. You ducked him harder, adding a second finger, making him buck against you.

As you felt his cock twitching and his attempts to thrust in you grew, you removed your fingers from him and switched to slow, teasing licks to his balls.

Switching your weight to the other side, you made sure you had the dildo well lubed up as you kept him at the edge. When you thought it was ready, you pulled away, receiving a groan from him.

“Does it feel that good?”

You didn’t wait for an answer to line your toy with his entrance, but then you waited to make sure he was ready to continue.

“Is this payback for earlier?” Napoleon chuckled between deep breaths. “It’s good, and I’m fine. Show me what you got.”

You thrusted forward gently, pushing just the tip inside as you stroked his cock. He came hard on your hand with a muffled cry of your name.

“Good boy. I didn’t even start and you already like it this much? Aren’t you glad you let me take over?” You patted his thigh, and Napoleon turned away, trying to hide further from your sight. “What did i say about hiding? You should set a good example.”

Napoleon groaned.

“You’re not going to make it easy for me today, are you?”

“I’m giving you a break. If you keep hiding away, then I might not go easy.”

You wouldn’t go through with that threat on his first time and he knew it, but Napoleon obeyed nonetheless.

“Are you satisfied, Nunuche?”

“Only when I’m done with you, darling. You okay to continue?”

Napoleon nodded, and you tentatively pushed into him, just a little further, before pulling back.

You went slowly with him, watching his reactions closely, both because you enjoyed this rare opportunity, and to make sure he was fine.

His moans were still quite contained, but his hands moved around inquietly, scratching the sofa wherever they stopped for a moment.

When the toy was all the way in, you stopped again, firmly pumping his already hardening cock, until he was impatiently trying to thrust against you again.

“Are you that eager for me to fuck you?” You leaned over him, giving him a tentative thrust in this new position.

“I am eager for you.” Napoleon pulled you into a kiss, and as he did, he tried to thrust back, inviting you to move again.

And you did. At first, slowly and a little clumsily, but as you started to build a rhythm, you went faster.

His hand roamed your body, seeking to cater to your pleasure in turn. Your mixed moans were a sexy tune, amidst his words of encouragement.

Then his touch slid down, but as they took hold of your hips, you slowed down and Napoleon pulled his hands away with a groan, returning to exploring and teasing you.

“Good boy.” You whispered again, kissing his neck as you watched his face redden again. “You’re… taking it so well.”

A few more thrusts and Napoleon was trying to hold you again, but this time he automatically pulled back.

“...Harder…” he pleaded.

You did your best to comply, adjusting your body and pounding on him as fast and hard as your lack of experience with this would allow.

It didn’t take long for that to finally pull another orgasm out of him, even more powerful than the first, and you followed soon after. Napoleon hugged you to him, holding you in a strong grip. You could hear how hard his heart was beating, mixed with his heavy pants. Surely you were in the same state.

“That’s it. That’s my… sweet boy.” You whispered. His hold relaxed as the pleasure that overtook both of you started to wash away. “You did well.”

“You did well too.” Napoleon caressed your head. “It was… better than I expected.” You pulled back, enough to kiss him, before pulling out of him. “You can leave things for me to clean up.”

“No. Let me do this today.” Luckily Napoleon had thought about it too and left a piece of cloth with the toys and you didn’t have to go get one.

You cleaned the mess you ended up doing with the lube first, then the remainder of his pleasure off him, then you finally took the toy off yourself, placing it and the cloth aside.

“How do you feel?” Napoleon sat up, and you straddled him.

“Like you will never let me live this one down. I’m sure I made for such a pathetic sight.”

“There is nothing pathetic about enjoying something different between the two of us. Nor in being conflicted about it. This power switch felt strange for me too, but I think both of us needed it. We learned something new. And I wouldn’t mind there being a next time, if you would like to as well.”

Napoleon pulled you to him and, to your surprise, stood up with you in his arms.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind that either.” He kissed you. “But for now, I think we are in need of another bath. You can keep your promise to me tomorrow. Today, I would like to just have a romantic dinner and a relaxing night with you.”

You looped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself up to kiss him.

“I would like that too.”

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[thewidowsghost]

Seeing The Beauty (Piper Mclean x Fem!Reader) - Chapter 2

Chapter 1

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Here I am, actually posting something :0

I know it's something a lot of people won't read, but this is a fic I'm passionate about, and what I decided to work on :)

The storm churns into a miniature hurricane. Funnel clouds snakes towards the skywalk like the tendrils of a monster jellyfish.

Students scream and run for the building. The wind snatches away their notebooks, jackets - including (Y/n)'s black bomber, revealing heavily scarred arms - hats, and backpacks. Both Jason and (Y/n) skid across the slick floor.

Leo loses his balance and almost topples over the railing, but (Y/n) grabs his jacket, pulling him back.

"Thanks, man," Leo yells.

"Go, go, go!" orders Coach Hedge.

Piper and Dylan are holding the doors open, herding the other kids inside. Piper's snowboarding jacket is flapping wildly, her dark hair all in her face. Jason thinks that she must've been freezing, but Piper looks calm and confident - telling the others it would be okay, encouraging them to keep moving.

Jason, Leo, (Y/n), and Coach Hedge runs towards them, but it is like running through quicksand. The wind seems to fight them, pushing them back.

Dylan and Piper push one more kid inside, then lose their grip on the doors. They slam shut, closing off the skywalk.

Piper tugs at the handles. Inside, the kids pound on the glass, but the door seems to be stuck.

"Dylan, help!" Piper shouts over the roar of the wind.

Dylan just stands there with an idiotic grin, his Cowboys jersey rippling in the wind, like he is suddenly enjoying the storm.

"Sorry, Piper," he says. "I'm done helping." He flicks his wrist, and Piper flies backwards, slamming into the doors and sliding to the skywalk deck.

"Piper!" Jason and (Y/n) try to charge forward, but the wind is against them, and Coach Hedge pulls them back.

"Coach," Jason protests, "let me go!"

"Jason, (Y/n), Leo, stay behind me," the coach orders. "This is my fight. I should've known that was our monster."

"What?" Leo demands. A rogue worksheet slaps him in the face, but he swats it away. "What monster?"

The coach's cap blows off and sticking up above his curly hair are two bumps - like the knots cartoon characters get when they're bonked on the head. Coach Hedge lifts his baseball bat - but it isn't a regular bat anymore. Somehow, it had changed into a crudely shaped tree-branch club, with twigs and leaves still attached.

Dylan gives  him that psycho happy smile. "Oh, come on, Coach. Let the boy attack me! After all, you're getting too old for this. Isn't that why they retired you to this stupid school? I've been on your team the entire season, and you didn't even know. You're losing your nose, grandpa."

The coach makes an angry sound like an animal bleating. "That's it, cupcake. You're going down!"

"You think you can protect four half-bloods at once, old man?" Dylan cackles. "Good luck." Dylan points at Leo, and a funnel cloud materializes around him. Leo flies off the skywalk like he'd been tossed. Somehow, he manages to wrist in midair, and slams slideways into the canyon wall. He skids, clawing furiously for any handhold. Finally, he grabs a thin ledge about fifty feet below the skywalk, and hangs there by his fingertips.

"Help!" he yells up at them. "Rope, please? Bungee cord? Something?"

Coach Hedge curses and tosses Jason his club. "I don't know who you are, kid, but I hop you're good. Keep that thing busy" - he stabs a thumb at Dylan - "while I get Leo."

"Get him how?" (Y/n) demands. "You going to fly?"

"Not fly. Climb," Hedge kicks off his shoes, and (Y/n) almost has a coronary. The coach didn't have any feet. He has hooves - goat's hooves. Which means those things on his head, (Y/n) realizes, weren't bumps. They were horns.

"You're a faun," Jason exclaims.

"Satyr!" Hedge snaps. "Fauns are Roman. But we'll talk about that later."

Hedge leaps over the railing. He sails towards the canyon wall and hits hooves first. He bounds down the cliff with impossible agility, finding footholds - Hoofholds? (Y/n) wonders - no bigger than postage stamps, dodging whirlwinds that try to attack him as he picks his way towards Leo.

"Isn't that cute!" Dylan turns toward Jason. "Now it's your turn, boy." Dylan ignores (Y/n) for the time being, and (Y/n) uses the moment to pull the pen from her pocket again.

Jason throws the Coach's club. It seems useless with the winds so strong, but the club flies right at Dylan, even curving when he tries to dodge, and smacks him on the head so hard he falls to his knees.

Piper isn't as dazed as she appears. Her fingers close around the club when it rolls next to her, but before she can use it, Dylan rises. Blood - golden blood - tickles from his forehead. "Nice try, boy." He glares at Jason. "But you'll have to do better."

The skywalk shudders. Hairline fractures appear in the glass. Inside the museum, kids stop banging on the doors. They back away, watching in terror.

Dylan's body dissolves into smoke, as if his molecules are coming unglued. He has the same face, the same brilliant white smile, but his whole form is suddenly composed of swirling black vapor, his eyes like electrical sparks in a living storm cloud. He sprouts black smoky wings and rises above the skywalk. If angels could be evil, Jason decides, they would look exactly like this.

"You're a ventus," Jason says, though he had no idea how he knew that word. "A storm spirit!"

Dylan's laugh sounds like a tornado tearing off a roof. "I'm glad I waited, demigod. Leo and Piper I've known about for weeks. Could've killed them at any time. But my mistress said two more were coming - something special. She'll reward me greatly for your death!"

Two  more  funnel  clouds  touch  down  on  either  side  of  Dylan  and turn  into venti - ghostly  young  men  with  smoky  wings  and  eyes  that flicker with lightning.

Piper stays down, pretending to be dazed, her hand still gripping the club.  Her  face  is  pale,  but  she  gives  Jason and (Y/n) determined  looks,  and  he understands the message: Keep their attention. I'll brain them from behind.

Smart and violent, Jason wishes he remembered having Piper as a girlfriend.

Jason clenches his fists and gets ready to charge, but he never gets a chance.

Dylan raises his hand, arcs of electricity running between his fingers, and blasts Jason in the chest.

Jason finds himself flat on his back. His mouth tastes like burning aluminum foil. He lifts his head and sees that his clothes are smoking. The lightning bolt had gone straight through his body and blasts off his left shoe; his toes are black with soot.

The storm spirits are laughing. The wind rages. Piper is screaming defiantly, but it all sounds tinny and far away.

Instinctually, she uncaps the pen still in her hand, and suddenly (Y/n) is holding a sword - a shimmering bronze sword with a double-edged blade, a leather-wrapped grip and a flat hilt riveted with gold studs.

(Y/n) tests the weight of the sword in her hand. (Y/n) can't tell who's more surprised, herself, or the storm spirits.

Dylan snarls and backs up. He looks at his two comrades and yells, "Well? Kill her!"

The other storm spirits don't look happy with that order, by they fly at (Y/n), their fingers crackling with electricity.

(Y/n) jabs at the first spirit; her blade passes through it, and the creature's smoky form disintegrates into golden powder.

The second spirit lets loose a bolt of lightning, and (Y/n) is blasted back into the glass doors.

(Y/n) slides down the doors beside Piper, her sword sliding out of her hand and skittering off the side of the skywalk and into the canyon.

"Shit," (Y/n) curses, staggering to her feet.

Then Coach Hedge leaps back onto the skywalk and dumps Leo like a sack of flour. "Spirits, fear me!" Hedge bellows, flexing his short arms. Then he looks around and realizes that Dylan was the only spirit left - Jason dispelled the other. "Curse it, boy!" he snaps at Jason. "Didn't you leave some for me? I like a challenge!"

Leo gets to his feet, breathing hard. He looks completely humiliated, his hands bleeding from clawing at the rocks. "Yo, Coach Supergoat, whatever you are - I just fell down the freaking Grand Canyon! Stop asking for challenges!"

Dylan hisses at them, but Jason can see fear in his eyes. "You have no idea how many enemies you've awakened, half-bloods. My mistress will destroy all demigods. This war you cannot win."

Above them, the storm explodes into a full-force gale. Cracks expand in the skywalk. Sheets of rain pour down, and Jason has to crouch to keep his balance.

A hole opens in the clouds - a swirling vortex of black and silver.

"The mistress calls me back!" Dylan shouts with glee. "And you, demigod, will come with me!"

He lunges at Jason, but Piper tackles the monster from behind. Even though he is made of smoke, Piper somehow manages to make contact; both of them go sprawling. Leo, Jason, (Y/n), and the coach surge forward to help, but the spirit screams with rage. Dylan lets loose a torrent that knocks the four onto their buts. Jason's sword skids across the glass. Leo hits the back of his head and curls up on his side, dazed and groaning.

Piper gets the worst of it. She is thrown off Dylan's back and hits the railing, tumbling over the side until she is hanging by one hand over the abyss.

(Y/n) gets to her feet, sprinting and vaulting over the side of the railing, grabbing the railing - and Piper's wrist.

Piper stares at (Y/n).

Are you insane?! Piper's gaze seems to say.

Probably, (Y/n) reads Piper's expression. (Y/n) didn't remember Piper, but Piper clearly trusted her, and (Y/n) would not let her die.

(Y/n)'s grip tightens on the railing, and she tries to pull Piper up.

"Hey!" Piper yells, seeing the sweat beading on (Y/n)'s forehead. "We could use some help over here!"

Jason starts towards them, but Dylan screams, "I'll settle for this one!" He grabs Leo's arm and begins to rise, towing a half-concious Leo below him. The storm spins faster, pulling them upwards like a vacuum cleaner.

"Help! Somebody!" Piper yells. And then, her hands slick with sweat, Piper slips out of (Y/n)'s grip, screaming as she falls.

"Jason, go!" Hedge yells. "Save her."

(Y/n) hauls herself up and over the railing, staring down at Piper's figure plummeting towards the little river at the bottom of the Grand Canyon.

The coach launches himself at the spirit, lashing out with his hooves, knocking Leo free from the spirit's grasp. Leo drops safely to the floor, but Dylan grapples the coach's arms instead. Hedge tries to head-butt him, then kicks him and calls him a cupcake. They rise into the air, gaining speed.

Coach Hedge shouts down once more, "Save her! I got this!" Then the satyr and the storm spirit spiral into the clouds and disappear.

Save her? Jason thinks. She's gone! But again, his instincts win. He runs to the railing, thinking I'm a lunatic, and jumps over the side.

. . .

Jason isn't scared of heights. He is scared of being smashed against the canyon floor five hundred feet below. He figures he hadn't accomplished anything other than dying along with Piper, but he tucks in his arms and plummets headfirst. The sides of the canyon race past like a film on fast-forward; his face feels like it is peeling off.

In a heartbeat, he catches up with Piper, who is flailing wildly. He tackles her waist and closes his eyes, waiting for death.

Piper screams.

The wind whistles in Jason's ears.

He wonders what dying would feel like. He is thinking, Probably not so good. He wishes somehow they could never hit the bottom.

Suddenly, the wind dies. Piper's scream turns into a strangled gasp. Jason thinks that they must be dead, but he hadn't felt any impact.

"J-j-jason," Piper manages.

Jason opens his eyes; they aren't falling. They are floating in midair, a hundred feet above the river. Jason hugs Piper tight, and she repositions herself so she is hugging him too. They are nose to nose. Her heart beats so hard, Jason can feel it through her clothes.

Piper's breath smells like cinnamon. She says, "How did you -"

"I didn't," Jason says . "I think I would know if I could fly..." But then he thinks, I don't even know who I am.

Jason imagines going up; Piper yelps as they shoot a few feet higher. We aren't exactly floating, Jason decides. He can feel pressure under his feet, like they are balancing at the top of a geyser.

"The air is supporting us," Jason says.

"Well, tell it to support us more! Get us out of here!"

Jason looks down. The easiest thing would be to sink gently to the canyon floor. Then he looks up. The rain had stopped. The storm clouds don't seem as bad, but they are still rumbling and flashing. There was no guarantee the spirits were gone for good. He had no idea what had happened to Coach Hedge. And he'd left Leo up there, barely conscious, with a most likely guilty (Y/n).

"We have to help them," Piper says, as if reading Jason's thoughts. "Can you -"

"Let's see." Jason thinks, Up!, and instantly, they shoot skyward.

The fact he is riding the winds might've been cool under different circumstances, but Jason is too much in shock. As soon as they land on the skywalk, they run to Leo, (Y/n) sitting beside him, looking dazed and guilty - just as Jason had guessed.

Piper turns Leo over, and he groans. Leo's army coat is soaked from the rain. His curly hair glitters gold from rolling around in monster dust. But at least he isn't dead.

"Stupid . . . ugly . . . goat," Leo mutters.

"Where'd he go?" Piper questions.

Leo points straight up. "Never came down. Please tell me he didn't actually save my life."

"Twice," (Y/n) replies, studying the - possibly hundreds - of scars lacing her arms.

Leo groans even louder. "What happened? The tornado guy, the bronze and gold swords . . . I hit my head. That's it, right? I'm hallucinating?"

Jason had forgotten about his sword. He walks over to where it was lying and picks it up. The blade is well balanced. On a hunch he flips it; midspin, the sword shrinks back into a coin and lands in his palm.

(Y/n) reaches into her pocket, studying her pen before uncapping it, the ballpoint lengthening to the three and a half foot long bronze sword.

"Yep," Leo says. "Definitely hallucinating."

Piper shivers in her rain-soaked clothes. "Jason, those things -"

"Venti," Jason interrupts. "Storm spirits."

"Okay," Piper stares at Jason. "You acted like . . . like you'd seen them before. Who are you?"

Jason shakes his head. "That's what I've been trying to tell you. I don't know."

The storm dissipates. The other kids from the Wilderness School are staring out the glass doors in horror. Security guards are working on the locks, but they don't seem to be having any luck."

"Coach Hedge said he had to protect four people," (Y/n) thinks aloud, touching the tip of her sword with a finger and watching it shrink back into a pen. "I'm ninety-five percent sure he meant us."

"And that thing Dylan turned into . . ." Piper shudders. "God, I can't believe it was hitting on me. He called us . . . what, demigods?"

Leo lies on his back, staring at the sky. He doesn't seem anxious to get up. "Don't know what demi means," he replies. "But I'm not feeling too godly. You guys feeling godly?"

(Y/n) lets out a snort of laughter, but then there is brittle sound like dry twigs snapping, and the cracks in the skywalk begin to widen.

"We need to get off this thing," Jason says.

"Maybe if we -"

"Ohh-kay," Leo interrupted. "Look up there and tell me if those are flying horses."

At first Jason thinks Leo had hit his head too hard. Then he sees a dark shape descending from the east - too slow for a plane, too large for a bird. As it got closer he can see a pair of winged animals - one black and one gray, four-legged, exactly like horses - except each one had a twenty-foot wingspan. The horses are pulling a brightly painted box with two wheels: a chariot.

"Reinforcements," (Y/n) says. "Hedge told me an extraction squad was coming for us."

"Extraction squad?" Leo struggles to his feet. "That sounds painful."

Jason watches as the chariot lands on the far end of the skywalk. The flying horses tuck in their wings and canter nervously across the glass, as if they sense it was near breaking. Two teenagers stand in the chariot - a tall blond girl maybe a little older than Jason, and a bulky dude with a shaved head and a face like a pile of bricks. They both wear jeans and orange T-shirts like (Y/n)'s, with shields tossed over their backs. The girl leaps off before the chariot had even finished moving. She pulls a knife and runs toward the group while the bulky dude is reining in the horses.

"I'm going to kill you," the blonde girl steps up to (Y/n), whose eyes widen with shock.

"What?" (Y/n) asks, looking so utterly confused that the blonde lowers her knife. "Did I do something to hurt you?" (Y/n)'s eyebrows knit with confusion.

The blonde stares at (Y/n) for a moment, her gray eyes are fierce and a little startling.

"What about Gleeson? Where is your protector, Gleeson Hedge?" she asks.

The coach's first name was Gleeson? Jason might've laughed if the morning hadn't been quite so weird and scary. Gleeson Hedge: football coach, goat man, protector of demigods. Sure. Why not?

Leo clears his throat. "He got taken by some . . . tornado things."

"Venti," Jason clarifies. "Storm spirits."

The blonde girl arches an eyebrow. "You mean anemoi thuellai? That's the Greek term. Who are you, and what happened?"

Jason does his best to explain, though it is hard to meet those intense gray eyes. About halfway through the story, the other guy from the chariot comes over. He stands there glaring at them, his arms crossed. He has a tattoo of a rainbow on his biceps, which seems a little unusual to Jason.

"Annabeth," the bald guy grunts. "Check it out." He pointed at Jason's feet.

Jason hadn't thought much about it, but he is still missing his left shoe, which had been blown off by the lightning. His bare foot feels okay, but it looks like a lump of charcoal.

"The guy with one shoe," says the bald dude. "He's the answer."

"No, Butch," the girl insists. "He can't be. I was tricked." She glares at the sky as though it had done something wrong. "What do you want from me?" she screams. "What have you done?"

"Hey there, Boss," (Y/n) hears in her head and she turns to one of the horses, a jet black pegasus.

"Uh, hey," (Y/n) says aloud, stepping over to the horse. She reaches out, and the pegasus nuzzles her hand.

"You got any sugar cubes?" he whinnies.

"No, sorry, bud," (Y/n) pats the pegasus's head.

Leo, Jason, and Piper stare at (Y/n), their eyebrows raised, but both Annabeth and Butch look unfazed.

The skywalk shudders , and the pegasi whinnies urgently. "We'd better hurry, Boss. The glass is crackin'!" the black pegasus says.

"Annabeth," says the bald dude, Butch, "we gotta leave. Let's get these four to camp and figure it out there. Those storm spirits might come back."

Annabeth fumes for a moment. "Fine." She fixes Jason with a resentful look. "We'll settle this later." She turns on her heel and marches towards the chariot.

Piper shakes her head. "What's her problem? What's going on?"

"Seriously," Leo agrees.

(Y/n) stares after Annabeth for a moment before following. She places a gentle hand on Annabeth's arm, and the blonde turns to her.

"I'm sorry," (Y/n) says and Annabeth's expression softens. "I don't remember who I am, or what I've done, but I'm sorry if I've hurt you."

Annabeth nods.

"Come on," Annabeth says. "Let's go home. I'll even ask Chiron to get you a new shirt. For now," Annabeth swings a backpack off her shoulders and pulls out a navy blue and white lettermen jacket, "put this on."

(Y/n) studies the jacket, noticing the last name - Jackson - before sliding it on. "Is this mine?" (Y/n) asks.

Annabeth nods. "You were on the swim team," Annabeth's eyes glow with what (Y/n) guesses is sisterly - pride.

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New Light Guide to Scout Rifles

I’m posting deranged scout stuff again.  

The loot pool in D2 is so nonsensical rn that it’s impossible to tell what comes from where without someone spelling it out. So I’m gonna do that. These are all the currently accessible best in slot legendary scouts that you can go out and get RIGHT NOW* if you wanted. 

OVERVIEW: 

I will only be going over scouts that CAN STILL BE REALISTICALLY OBTAINED. No Eternal Blazons from a random lost sector. There is a section for world drops at the end but if it doesn’t have an Origin Trait, it didn’t make the list.

Barrel, sight, mag, and masterwork options are all personal preference. Even on MnK I like to go for recoil direction first, followed by stability, handling, and then range and reload. Your mileage may vary based on personal aim skill, preference, control scheme, etc, etc. so just experiment with everything until you find what you’re comfortable with.   

THE LIST:

Night Watch (not pictured): Lightweight Kinetic. Shaw Han gives you a god roll (overflow, explosive rounds) for free just for doing the New Light quest. This is a great scout and will serve new players flawlessly. For most this will be enough. 

Trustee (not pictured): Solar Rapid Fire from the Deep Stone Crypt raid. Probably the strongest energy legendary scout in the game. I have been really unlucky with my drops and don’t have a good roll or crafted version yet. Go for Incandescent and Reconstruction and watch the world burn. 

Randy’s Throwing Knife (not pictured): Kinetic Rapid Fire. Random reward this season (S21) from crucible matches and engrams. Will be focusable next season. A previous pinnacle weapon brought back with random rolls. Look for things like Zen Moment, Rapid Hit, Kill Clip, Box Breathing, Discord, Perpetual Motion, Cascade Point, and Kinetic Tremors. 

Servant Leader: Kinetic Rapid Fire. Found from decrypting Gambit engrams with Drifter. Monstrous 2.6x zoom. Even more monstrous loot pool. Alternative to Randy’s if Gambit is more your speed. Watch for Frenzy, Kill Clip, Adrenaline Junkie, Rapid Hit, One for All, Shoot to Loot, and Subsistence. 

Doom of Chelchis: Void 180 from the King’s Fall raid. Craftable. Perks to look for: One for All, Explosive Rounds, Frenzy, Repulsor Brace. Rare Dragonfly+Firefly combo.  

Hung Jury: Kinetic 180. Nightfall drop. Best in slot Kinetic scout right now. Adept is not mandatory but recommended. Perks to look for: No Distractions, Rapid Hit, Box Breathing, Firefly, Kinetic Tremors.

Long Arm: Arc 120. Legendary version of DMT from the Spire of the Watcher dungeon. 120s aren’t the strongest rn especially with big brother DMT around. Nut it’s farmable on certain weeks and has good perks so I’d say it’s worth it. Recommended perks: Rapid Hit, Hip Fire, Explosive Rounds, Adrenaline Junkie, Opening Shot. 

Nameless Midnight: Kinetic 180. Drops from Vanguard Ops. Will be focusable next season (S23) at Zavala. Reliable workhorse. Monstrous perk pool. Luckily it means you can get pretty much whatever you want on it. Some to watch for would be Kill Clip, Keep Away, Kinetic Tremors, Slideways, Rampage, Zen Moment, Explosive Rounds, and Perpetual Motion. 

Vision of Confluence: Solar 180. Drops from Vault of Glass raid. A personal favorite. This is low on the list due to rumors about the raid getting refreshed i.e. Last Wish style. It’s been a little left behind but is still technically farmable. Small perkpool with good options. I recommend Killing, Wind, Kill Clip, Firefly, Frenzy, and Zen Moment.

Last Rite: Kinetic 120. Ritual weapon for this season. Can be earned at Rank 16 with Zavala, Shaxx, or Drifter. It’s an OK scout. Nothing stellar but it is guaranteed and I’d be lying If I’d say Reconstruction and Focused Fury were’t a ton of fun to play with. You’ll earn this naturally as you play but I wouldn’t seek it out over the other on this list.

Pointed Inquiry: Void High Impact. Found in Savathun’s Throne World. Craftable. Frankly, the sights on this scout are terrible and its stats are mediocre at best. It can get Genesis+Disruption Break but your time is better spent going after something else. 

Transfiguration: Kinetic High Impact. Drops from the Last Wish raid. Newly refreshed. A very strong scout and contender for best in slot next to Hung Jury. Watch out for the stellar Kill Clip + Rampage combo. Can also get Explosive Rounds, Kinetic Tremors, Discord, Keep Away, Demolitionist, Rapid Hit, or Rewind Rounds.   

WORLD DROP SECTION:

World drops are rare nowadays but there’s a handful of useful scouts you can get from the random purple engram you found on patrol. Good luck!

Jararaca SR3: Stasis rapid fire. You will need to get lucky for this one but Banshee and Xur sell it from time to time and it still drops in the world loot pool (i think). Perks to look for: Kill Clip, Rapid Hit, No Distractions, Tunnel Vision, Headstone.

Contingency Plan: Arc Rapid Fire. Same deal as Jararaca. Just lightning flavored. Perks to look for: Kill Clip, Rapid Hit, No Distractions, Tunnel Vision, Elemental Capacitor. 

Perses-D: Stasis High Impact. The only stasis High Impact in the game. Very strong if you’re lucky enough to get one. Stats-For-All or Rapid Hit combined with either One-For-All or Headstone is the play here. (Getting multikills with the headstone crystal can proc Stats-For-All FYI)

Glissando-47: Strand 180. New this season. Is pretty much outclassed by every other scout in this slot. Still has some valuable perks if you’re new and is sold at Banshee VERY frequently. Watch for Hatchling, Reconstruction, Overflow, Box Breathing, and Discord. 

Honorable mention to Vouchsafe which can still be earned in the Dreaming City via Blind Well and Bounties. It’s outpaced by DoC in nearly every category so I’d say go for that if you need a purple flavored scout for whatever reason. 

There are also all the exotic options. Polaris Lance (my baby), Symmetry, MIDA, DMT, Jade Rabbit, Wicked Implement, and Skyburners Oath. Implement is available this season via the Deep Dive quest and the others can be retrieved from the Lost Light Monument in the tower. Touch of Malice is a fascinating but not very useful exotic scout from Kings Fall. It is getting an unknown buff soon so if you’re doing KF for Doom of Chelchis, keep your fingers crossed for that one too. 

Hope this helps! 

*some of these are on weekly rotators so pay attention to what is available at the weekly reset!

Here is my full non-sunset-but-not-necessarily-obtainable legendary collection if you want to compare to your own vaults to see if you have any hidden treasures. I recommend everything here. Complete w/notes. 

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