#vail field

[intomore]

Charles Lindbergh and an unidentified man stand next to a Lockheed Air Express at Vail Field in Montebello, (1927)*

Historical Notes:

The plane as seen above was the second aircraft designed and created by the Lockheed Aircraft Company after its founding in 1927. The design of the Air Express was based on the original fuselage of the Lockheed Vega, but the wing was raised to a parasol configuration above the fuselage and the cockpit was moved to behind the wing. Only seven Air Express planes were built.*

[vbholidayfestival]

Lighten up! It’s the Christmas season at Village Bridge, and the Unova League invites you to celebrate with us at our...

                 3rd Annual Holiday Festival of Lights!

Come join the Village Bridge inhabitants for their third major winter holiday celebration! The fields between Village Bridge and Lacunosa Town come to life with a million twinkling lights! Check out this post for more info!

Hosted by the Champion of Unova, Rosa Vail @/unovasrose.

Event Dates: December 15th, 2023 to January 5th, 2024

Event Tag: #vbholidayfestival2023

art credit: Pokémon Center official 2018 holiday art

divider credit: royallaesthetics

[swords-of-a-soilder]

The Healing Process

Chapter 13

Weakness

Forever lean forward as he watched his pocket watch tick, he was seated on his couch, hyperfocused on each tick of his clock.

He count the hour down in his head, fifty eight seconds till twelve am. Among the tick of the clock he feed the memories of his past.

He recalled the horrid sounds of his screams, fifty two seconds, Cucurcho's ungodly face, fourty four seconds; his pounding head ache, thirty eight seconds.

The ticks, he'd focus on ticks the ticks. Rciyhardlyson needed his father more than ever, Phil still needed his help and Cellbit was expecting better from him.

Twenty seconds, ten, nine, eight, seven,six, five, four, three, two... the clock froze short of one second, time stood completely still as silence filled his ears.

Suddenly a pair of red hands reached out from behind him, caressing his cheeks as they spoke with a sweet voice. "Forever, aren't you tired?"

Forever didn't question the voice, he's heard it before. Rather he often drown said voice out with the ticks of his pocket watch; right, his watch isn't working right now.

"I just know you're exhausted, don't you need to rest?"the voice asked again.

"I..I am.. extremely tried.."

"Oh course you are," The entity in appearance a woman in a red dress with a large vail, rubbed its cheek against Forever's while dangling the pill bottle in it's hand. "Go on, take a break."

Almost instantly, he accept the bottle fumbling with the child safety lid. He quickly pulled himself to reality, releasing his grip of the bottles. "What am I doing?" He asked himself

The entity climbed over the couch then sat itself in his lap, at an uncanny speedy. It pulled his face close to it's own, then rest his forehead against it's. "Don't you deserve a break?" It coed

Forever stared into the entity's eyes, Ruby gems staring back at him amongst the shaded appearance behind the Vail. "But people are depending on me.."

"You're so busy helping everyone, how often do they try to help you?" The entity debated.

"A few times actually," he glanced off to the other direction, deep in thought "there was the time when.. when I..why can't I.. remember?"

"Because it never happened."

"That doesn't..sound right?"

"Your friends just want to use you, they don't care about you."

"Surly not.."

"You haven't forgotten your privilege, have you Mr. President? It'd be rather easy for you to get any documents they need." The entity reminded, "Even better if they needs access to any restricted location."

"They wouldn't.."

"Can you remember a single time they help you?"

"..no..but.."

"Take a break, give yourself the freedom you deserve," the entity dangle the bottle into his field of vision, "take a pill, maybe four."

Forever accept the bottle once again, this time pushing down on the child safety lid. He poured himself four pill, then stared at them briefly.

"What's there to lose?" The entity double down. Forever gave in, swallowing the pills dry before slowly laying down. Slowly he feel into the effects, his muscle's relaxed as his mind came to ease.

Philza observed his phone is tense silence, anxiously awaiting Forever's respond to his message of self invitation. He was stood outside Forever's base, with Tallulah by his side.

He wanted to show his appreciation to Forever for assisting him, despite how hard of a time he's been giving them, Tallulah of course was already up and therefore wanted to visit Forever as well.

"He's not responding." Philza began, "Vitals says he's awake... He doesn't normally ignore me.."

Tallulah shoke her maraca instantly gain Phil's attention, "Maybe he's busy?" She signed

"Busy enough not to respond to me?" Phil asked in a sarcastic tone, as if the mer concept was unlikely. "I don't like this, let's go in."

Tallulah nod her head in agreement, then followed behind Phil as they made their way in Forever's resident. Painful awear of the silence, they search rooms after rooms looking for him.

Finally they found him semi-conscious on the couch, the pill bottle losly grasp in his hand. Philza sigh in disappointment at the sight in front of him, then approached Forever with Tallulah nearby.

"Tallulah, help me move him to the bathroom." Phil requested.

Tallulah assist to the best of her ability, taking Forever's legs while her father took his top half. They carried him into the bathroom, where she lost her grip and Phil his footing.

Phil caught himself with his elbow thus breaking Forever's fall by transferring the pain to Phil.

"Sorry!" Tallulah yelled in a harsh voice, Phil wave his hand dismissively then pull Forever upright as he observer his body.

He place his ear against Forever's chest, his eyes squint as he listens to his heart beat. "Tallulah, Can you get me the pill bottle?" He request

Tallulah agreed as she ran back to the room, meanwhile Phil lossen Forever's top to reduce restriction in his blood flow. He hissed at sight before him, the black goo like substance had spread to his chest.

soon Tallulah returned with the bottle, of which Phil observed the print on the bottle then sighed in relief. He slapped Forever's cheek repeatedly successful waking him up. Well wake might be the wrong word, "Forever how much did you take?"

Forever hummed in response before once again drifting into unconsciouiness, Phil slapped him again thus pulling Forever back into reality.

"How many?!" Phil doubled down, Forever weakly presented four fingers before passing out once more.

Phil observed the bottle once again, the instructions stating two pills twice a day put his mind at ease. He turn his attention back to Tallulah,

"He'll be fine, he just needs to work out his system." Phil informed , "I'll stay here to keep an eye on him, if he throws up he could chock on his puke."

Tallulah expression soften, Forever was like a Father to her, she couldn't imagine losing him; This was too close to comfort.

"You should go home." Phil's voice threw her out her thoughts, "I know you're probably tired, get some rest."

Before Tallulah could respond, Forever effectively distracted them both as he coughed up vomit.

Phil quickly flipped him around to the toilet, then pull his hair out his face allowing Forever to empty his contents.

Tallulah moved closer to Phil, she then sat next to him to indicate she had no intention of leaving. "Well if your staying." Phil began, "could you get Forever a cup of water?"

Tallulah nod then ran the kitchen, then returned with the request item. Phil instructed Forever in his semi conscious state to rinse his mouth and when he sucessed in such he rest In Phil's lap.

Phil rub his head as he hum a familiar tune, hoping he could at least bring some peace to Forever's soul. "Philza.." he finally spoke through his drunken State, "I.. I'm so sorry."

"Shh," Phil reassured, apologize in the morning, right now I just need you to be ok."

[sannasruins]

blue haired girl

hado nejire x reader

warnings: growing apart, unrequited feelings, abandonment, non-descriptive self-harm, lesbians (the horror!)

a/n: there's a bit of time skipping in this, so i’ve labeled things as their verses in the songs and the years (1, 2, and 3A) + semesters of high school they took place in. is nejire adhd/autistic coded? i cant tell, maybe its because i see the way she is as my normal (adhd) that i cant tell. i'm basing her personality strongly off the wiki bc she really hasn't had that much air time.

word count: 2.9k

inspired by and based on tv girl's- blue hair

Verse 1 - First Semester 1A

You and Nejire met on your first day of high school, class 1A. Both of you had quirks that were more powerful than the rest of the girls in your class, assuming that the two of you thought that you were superior to them and were already looking down on them, they took initiative and distanced themselves from you at the start. This left the two of you with only two options, have no friends, be a lonely outcast for the foreseeable future, or become friends. Obviously, it was an easy choice, and it was nice that the two of you got along well, and probably would have become friends even if you weren’t put in that unfortunate social situation. 

She was a blunt girl, not really knowing when it was the appropriate time, if at all, to say something that she wanted to say. She often ended up saying things that were accidentally hurtful, though if you let her know, she would instantly feel remorseful and apologize incessantly. She wasn’t always sure how to make a joke, often her attempts falling flat, but she was bright, and cheery, and had so much knowledge that she longed to share. You couldn’t help but find yourself smiling at her as you listened to her ramble about the newest thing, she learned that week on national geographic. 

One day, in the middle of your first year, she asked you how to be funny. You were taken aback, and asked her back, “you think I’m funny?” She nodded with a small smile.

You contemplated on how you should respond to her difficultly abstract question, “I don’t think that’s something you can teach.” 

She looked down, her smile falling off her face sent a pang of guilt to your heart. You quickly tried to backtrack, “I think you’re funny though Hado! You’re constantly making me smile and laugh!”. Her eyes met yours, a furrow forming on her brow, you stammered on, “Maybe not everyone thinks you’re funny, but I think that’s true for everyone! You just got to find the people that do think you’re funny and like being around you… like me.” You held eye contact with her despite the bright flush that made its way to your cheeks, ask if you were trying to transfer your conviction over to her.  She brushed off your almost confession with a giggle and a change of topic.

Chorus 1- Second Semester 2A

As you both aged, Nejire started to get more notice than you. Not that you were jealous, you being too enamored with her to care, no, you were just happy that she was getting the recognition you thought she so obviously deserved. It did sting though, when she would turn down your invitations for afterschool dates poorly vailed by you as hangouts. She needed to train though, she would say, and dismiss you with a “next time, okay y/n?”

Sometimes as you left the school building on your way home you would take the long way, past the training fields to watch her for a little bit, training with two boys from your class. You wondered why she didn’t ask you to train with her, to help her. You would never ask though, far too afraid of the answer that seemed to be pulling at the hem of your shirt, demanding your attention. She’s just focusing on training, it’s not like she suddenly stopped liking you. It’s not like she wanted to stop being your friend. It’s not like she was purposely ignoring you. Right?

Verse 2- Third Semester 1A 

The two of you were sitting in a cafe after school, one that Nejire had shown you a picture of on Pinterest and said the two of you had to go for their cute specialty foods. You had gotten a parfait, the cream on top having been manipulated into the shape of a cat, Nejire got a jasmine tea latte, the art in the foam had her swooning and whipping out her phone to snap pictures of it in multiple angles as she told you about her Pinterest page’s aesthetic, you listened along, slightly confused at the idea of people posting on Pinterest like it was a social media but not questioning it. After she had taken enough pictures of both her and your orders, the two of you started on your treats, she took a long sip from her latte and when she placed it back down on the table, she had suddenly grown a distinguished mustache made of foam. It made you smile so hard your cheeks hurt, trying to keep your laugher a courteous volume to the other patrons was exceedingly difficult as she didn’t seem to notice her new facial accessory and was looking at you very confused. In spite of your shakes of laughter you managed to raise a shaky hand to point at your upper lip, signaling to her what you had found so funny. She raised a finger to her top lip, touching the foam and then pulled it back to see what was on her face. Realizing what she had done, her face blushed a warm pink as she quickly grabbed her napkin to wipe it away. You had finally calmed down and noticed that she had missed a little bit on the far edge.

“Nejire, you still have some,” you told her and pointed on yourself where it was on her, picked the napkin back up and scrubbed at her face, but on the wrong side.

“No, other side,” you specified. She again rubbed at her face with the now crumpled napkin but somehow still managed to miss the small smudge of foamed milk.

Not thinking, you rose and leaned across the table, before wiping the white away with your thumb. You sat back down, and without a thought in your head, licked it off of your thumb. 

You noticed her face flush, even more than before, now a hot red; you realized the suggestiveness of what you had just done, and at the same time, felt an explosion of butterflies manifest themselves into your gut. 

She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, looking down with a slight smile on her face, and you reddened. 

The two of you sat in silence for a while before she broke it.

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

You didn’t think before you responded.

“Yes.” You hesitated and then added on, “I think you’re really beautiful.”

The two of you fell back into silence.

The purgatory of not knowing how the two of you felt about each other was horrible, but the fear of rejection, not just of a confession but of you as a person, rejecting your identity, kept you in your place. 

There really was no winning.

Chorus 2- First Semester 3A

It hurt, seeing her every day, but not being able to talk to her about anything and everything in the way that you had grown used to. She was part of the big 3 now, she was revered by everyone now, she was strong and kind and smart and now they were all seeing what you had from the start. It was selfish of you, you knew, but you wish they hadn't noticed. 

She wasn’t being purposefully cruel in her withdrawal from you, she wasn’t doing it to be mean, she had just forgotten, she had just been stretched too thin and something had to go. It was still mean though, and it was still cruel.

You felt the loneliest now, so much so it was almost incomparable. Your days now spent in silence, and slowly falling into the motions. School, train, sleep, school, train, sleep, school, train, sleep. With nothing to break the monotony, life became dull, and you were sinking into a different kind of blue, not the blue of an eye like you did when you first saw Hado Nejire, but into the blue of the mind, getting darker, muddier, harder to see what’s in front of you. 

You became more reckless, not in retaliation but due to a slow building and concerning lack of self-preservation. Often throwing yourself into dangerous positions with villains, jumping solo into fights, you had no probability of winning alone, asking for more and more hours at your internship. It kept it at bay for a little while, the numbness, but as with most things, it did not last. You feared you were slowly but surely becoming a shell of your former self.

You needed something more, you needed to keep yourself feeling, needed to keep yourself human, needed to keep yourself. So, you resorted to means you probably shouldn’t have. Flame, blade, burns, blood. You knew it wasn’t healthy, but it was something. 

On an especially hot September day it was odd to see students wearing their long-sleeved winter uniforms, but not enough to raise many questions. One girl asked, “Aren’t you hot?”, but you brushed it off, explaining that you just ran cold. A bold-faced lie to anyone who knew you, but none of them did. 

As you were working on your lesson book, Hado Nejire walked past your desk on her way to the front of the room, glancing down at you, maybe out of habit, she got a glance of lines of damaged skin, some already faded, but many varying degrees of red. She faltered in her step, double taking, confused as to what she was seeing. Not wanting to cause a scene in class or be caught staring, she almost seamlessly continued walking, and if one hadn’t been watching her, they wouldn’t have noticed her split second reel.

She stopped you by the door after class, and when you tried to scoot by her, thinking she wasn’t aware she was in the doorway, she blocked its entirety with her body, staring you down. She grabbed you by the hand and led you to an unused stairwell as you stumbled behind her hastened pace. You didn’t notice it at the time, but she was especially careful when grabbing you, fearing that she would take hold somewhere that would cause you pain, fearing to reopen possible wounds.

 There was a furrow in your brow as you looked at her, wordlessly questioned why she had dragged you there. She turned your arm over, her hand still holding yours, and gently raised your crisp white sleeve, a gasp of dismay escaping her lips as her eyes raked over your battered arm. She dropped your hand only to quickly grab your other one, pulling the sleeve of that arm up too. You were watching her face as she grit her teeth at the sight, her eyebrows pushed into an expression you didn’t know, one you had never seen before even after all the years you had known her. Her head turned and her eyes met yours, weirdly, you thought, they were filled with tears. 

“Why?”

This pushed some button you did not know you had, and an unexpected, hot rage filled you. 

“What do you mean, Hado?” you did not spit her name, but she flinched as if it was filled with venom.

“Y/n…” she trailed off. You remained silent, seething. 

“This isn’t like you, why would you do this?” 

You didn’t answer her for a long time before sighing, “You wouldn’t know Hado, you haven’t spoke to me in well over 5 months.”

“I’m sorry, I-” her words almost a whimper, but you interrupted her. 

“Please, don’t. I don’t think I can stomach it Hado, I think, whatever you’re going to say next, will only make things worse.”

She clamped her mouth shut, her lips in a pale line, and nodded tearfully, before choking out an “okay”. 

Things didn’t change much after that, though she was more watchful of you, you could, at times, feel her eyes boring into you from across the classroom or training halls and fields, and you started feeling a little different, slowing down in your efforts to drive away the numbness, as the numbness seemed to seep away from you. Less and less, you found yourself feeling as if there was nowhere else to go with a knife in your grasp. 

You also no longer prayed that she would make time for you, disillusioning yourself, and realizing that she was not perfect, though feelings as strong as yours don’t just simply disappear due to disillusionment. 

Verse 3- Third Semester 3A

Her hair had been burnt off, now in a blunt bob, and what once had been marred and blistered skin was now just slightly tinged pink. It still hurt you to see though, quietly observing. She was different now, bolder, more self-assured, Maybe, you mused, something had been burnt off along with her hair. You were different now too though, you were better. You had sought counseling, speaking to the trusted hero you were interning under, and they helped you find and utilize resources to mitigate your mental health. You felt lighter, you were still lonely, but you were now a little bit more at peace with your solitude, and less afraid to put yourself out there, slowly becoming friends with the sidekicks at your internship who were just a couple years your senior. 

Chorus 3- After Graduation

Sometimes you would see her on TVs in coffee shops, or in ads in magazines, though if you looked you could find yourself too, maybe not as often, but still there. Both of you were making a name for yourselves in the hero world. 

You had started dating a pretty sidekick from your agency, she was one of the first people you had befriended when you started putting in the effort to get better, she had been there for you through many bad nights, and many more good ones. You really, truly loved her. And yes, sometimes you would miss your first love, but not in a way of current longing, but for a past. You would never leave your girlfriend though, even if you got the chance to go back, even if they told you everything would turn out the way you had begged and hoped and dreamt. Those were no longer your dreams. 

It was in line at a coffee shop that you ran into her. She looked nice, more mature, gracefully slipping into her early 20’s, face less youthful, but still bright with a smile. 

The two of you chatted as you waited for your orders to be taken, and continued afterwards, as you waited for them to be made. 

She was direct in her flirting, touching your arm, complementing you, laughing a little too much at things that weren’t that funny. You did not reciprocate. 5 years ago, if she had been doing what she was doing now, you would have been over the moon, indescribably happy, but now, you didn’t feel much of anything at all. You were flattered, maybe a bit annoyed, but the feelings were so watered down, so muted that you could barely describe them as anything. You were happy to talk to an old friend though. 

“We should hang out some time,” she told you after your orders had been picked up from the counter and the two of you started towards the front doors, “go on a little afterschool date like we used to.” She smiled and winked.

You politely smiled back at her and opened your mouth to reply, when your phone started going off, the ring tone you had affectionately assigned to your girlfriend, playing. 

“Oh, sorry it’s my girlfriend, let me answer real quick,” not waiting for a response from Nejire, you picked up the phone.

“Hey love, what’s up?” You inquired through the phone.

“Are you almost home yet?”

“Yeah, I just picked up your coffee from the coffee place two blocks down.”

“Oh yay! Thank you baby, see you soon, I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

You ended the call and turned towards Nejire apologetically, “Sorry about that!”

You exited the shop, Nejire holding the door open for you, and stood next to her on the sidewalk, close to the building and out of the way. 

“Oh!” you realized you hadn’t answered her question yet, “yeah, it would be nice to hang out and catch up.” This time, hangout had no hidden meanings or crossed fingers. It was purely platonic. “I miss you,” she confessed. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, you were really never expecting her to say that. 

“I guess things ended up differently, not the way I wanted I mean.” she clarified. “It’s hard seeing you in the news, or in my fashion magazines, but not being able to see you in person anymore. I just… miss you a lot y/n, even though you’ve not gone anywhere.”

You hmm and nod, “you’re right, I haven’t gone anywhere. That was you, Hado Nejire. I’m proud of you, you're becoming a great hero.” You smiled at her softly. She stood, unmoving, looking at you, maybe waiting for something more, but you were no longer the person who would be able to provide that.

“Well, I need to get going before all this ice melts,” you shook the iced coffee in your hands, “or my girlfriend will have my head.”

“Oh, uh, okay” she stammered. 

“Message me! My numbers still the same, if you still have it. You could meet my girlfriend too, I think you’d like her, she’s amazing.”

Nejire nodded, watching your figure as you walked away, bitter jealousy and remorse making their home in her sour stomach.

Hi! I know it may seem like I am romanticizing self-harm in this but I promise I am not. As it is something I have struggled with for many years I am just reflecting my own struggles and thoughts, and trying to represent a mental illness as what it is. That doesn't mean it is something you should do, and if you struggle with it and are tempted after reading, here are some healthier alternatives. Please do not hurt yourselves, lovelies.

[hirik0]

Ghosts

Coping

Hesh still rembers the day their mother died how for some time everything lost its appeal, everything had a vail of grey, but it passed, they got closure at the funeral. They had each other. This, but this what he is feeling now is so much worse. When somebody dies you atleast can say goodbye, can return to the grave if you miss them. Logan being gone don't give him this, there is only uncertainty, there will never be closure, it will hurt forever. He is still on medical leave for his leg but he dont think he would be of use in the field if he was not injured. The rest of the team is gone trying to get a lead on Rorke, while he lays in bed staring at the ceiling for 5 days now. Pathetic, he is so pathetic he should search for Logan, he should train, he should do something, but he cant. Yesterday was the first day he left his room with out being bribed with food or taking Riley for a walk. He still haven talked to his father he is undecided if its for the better or the worse that Elias didn't try to talk to him again. He would probably just scream again, so it's for the better, his thoughts about the situation are spiralling out of control. Riley is the only living thing that can stand him right now, resting his head on his chest, but everytime they walk past Logans door the dog is sitting down, barking waiting for the door to open. The door will never open again tears start running down his face at this though. He knows he need to pull himself together that he is expected to join the next big mission, that his pitty party have to end soon, but he dont know if he can. For the very first time in his life he dont think he can keep going, he's exhausted despite him doing nothing but sleeping, he crys with out reason, everything is pointless. He wants to give up, but he is to afraid to really think what giving up means in this context, he trys to find a reason to keep going but all of them are pointless, dont feel like they are worth the effort, finding Logan feels impossible to achieve. The weight if his feelings is crushing him, he feels so much that he dont feels anything at all anymore. The days start to become one big blob, he knows this is dangerous but he dont care to stop it, he will try tomorrow. Ignoring he says that for 3 days already. Today is the first day he lets the sun in the room again, not being able to take the constant darkness any longer, the darkness in his thoughts cant get chased away by the sun, but they look smaller now, not like gigantic shadow monsters. It looks like a really nice day out site, fluffy white clouds on clear blue sky. A sting goes through his heart, remembering how Mum, Logan and him would sometimes lay in the grass looking at clouds, describing what the shapes remind them of. Life was so easy back then. "What do you think Riley can we be sad outside these 4 walls?", he asks the dog his voice empty, does he really want to go out? Riley lifts his head looking at him before jumping from the bed walking to the door. He also slowly get up from the bed, it is coasting him way to much energy do to this simple think, but now did before. He opens the door, autopiloting to the outsite, Riley next to him. Maybe he can get some things from Logans room to put in his room he dont have to choose now. It will not run away.

The sun feels strange, like its warmth can't wash a way the cold numbness he is feeling, like it is lost part of its brightness, he can't believe there was a time he enjoyed being in the sun. That was inly 6 days ago, but it feels so much longer ago. They walk aimlessly over the base Hesh not really knowing what he is looking for till he finds a space to just sit down, before he starts to cry again. He's done with crying, he dont want to cry anymore, crying is annoying. He didn't even know you can cry that frequently, for days with our a end in sight. "God damit", he curses he didn't mean it this literally when he said being sad out site these 4 walls. He lays down, looking at the sky and automatic starts to see shapes in the clouds, one that reminds him of a tree passing over him. His crying gets worse, but somehow a warm feeling is spreading through him for the first time in 5 days. Doing this child activity is comforting in a bittersweet way.

Riley is the first one to notice them being approached. Getting on his legs while Hesh absently looks at clouds not registering anything around him, lost deep inside his head. It coukd have started to raun and he would not have noticed it. He dont even know how long they are here already, but the sun is slowly sinking, colouring the sky in orange and red. Somebody is kicking his feet and for the first time since he sat down Hesh is really taking in his surroundings. "You are a easy target if you zone out like this", Kick says to him, with means the team is back. "I'm not in the field", Hesh states the facts sitting up, looking at Kick with puffy and red eyes from crying. "C'mon we are looking for you for 40 minutes." Kick is soundung reliefed that he found Hesh and is holding out a hand to help him up. "Gues my stealth skills improved." It is meant as a joke but it totally misses the mark, seems to annoy Kick who is kicking him again. He takes Kicks hand and gets up, grass stucked on his cloths. "We have information you might want to hear", Kick says getting a sad smile from Hesh before he nods getting as much grass of him as possibel before exploring the older Ghost. The way back feels endless, every step is harder then the last one, but he has to do this right, its part of recovering to start participating in life again. These informations could be about Logan even just a tiny nugget could help him figure out away to get his brother back. Hesh atleast trys to convince himself, a part of his mind clearly telling him that its pointless, that he will likely never find Logan again. He pushes the voice, soundung suspiciously like Rorke, away he listened to this voice for 5 days and its not helping him at all, it makes everything worse. They enter the briefing room and Hesh chosses a chair as far away from his father as possible next to Kegan, Riley laying down next to him. He feels 2 pairs of worried eyes on him his father and Merrick, he hates this. The two oldest Ghost are giving him worried parents vibes, is he going to a hard time, surr but this? This makes him feel weak and useless like a child that needs to be protected. Kegan is punshing him against the shoulder. "Good to see you." Hesh nods as a acknowledgement before Merrick is starting the briefing the eyes of his father never leaving him.

He stopes listening to Merrick when he announced their next target somebody that can give them information on how to find Rorke. Finding Rorke means getting info on Logan, it's the tiniest nugget of hope but Hesh will be damend if he is not guarding it like a dragon its treasure. This it what he needs to keep going, even if its just till after the next mission, its a goal it feels achievable and from there more tiny steps to reach the big goal. The other Ghost are leaving the room everyone besides him, Riley and Elias. Merrick hesitates at the door but Elias is signaling him to leav, but Merrick stays at the other side of the door in case Hesh is exploding again. Elias is slowly aproaching his oldest like a feral animal that is corner led ready yo leavh out, there is no guarantee that this talk will end better then the last one. He carefully sits down on the chair Kegan sat minutes ago, carefully resting on of his hands on Heshs leg. He sees how his son is pulled back in to the room. "Hesh", Elias starts hesitant he referred this with Merrick for two days but he still don't fell ready. Hesh looks around confused clearly trying to catch up what happend. "How your doing?" God its a dumb question its clear as day that Hesh is doing terrible. "I.. sometimes I think for hours what I could have done differently", Hesh admits sounding tired. "There is nothing you could have done differently. Not with Rorke planning to get one of you", Elias trys to reasure his son. "When... when you lost Rorke did you think what you could have done different?", Hesh asks looking for the first time at his father. "For weeks and.. there is nothing I could have done different, there was now way for me to save Rorke. The only thing that would have changed things would have been us retreating when the city got flooded, but Rorke he was obsessed with killing General Almargo and it let to his downfall", Elias explains watching his son warry for any sign if aggression flaring up. "We could have done things diffrent, we run like headless chicken", Hesh states but stops when his father is shaking his head. "Hesh, he would have gotten Logan one way or another", Elias trys to reasure Hesh his heartbreaking when tears are gathering in Hesh's eyes again. "I.. I just let him take Logan", Hesh sobs for the first time talking about what happened. "Hesh, you didn't let.him just take Logan, you two ran quite the distance ti get away, you nearly drowned and he shot you in the leg and he would have killed you if he had to. You survived and we know he has Logan because of that otherwise we had to asume Logan drowned. You did everything you could in the situation", Elias says having to hold back his own tears he needs to be strong for Hesh just a littel bit longer. "But.. but it was not enough", Hesh wispers voice breaking feeling Rileys paws on his other leg. "Hesh, it was enough.", Elias reasures him giving Riley space to comfort one if his owners. Hesh is doing a strange mix ov nodding and shaking his head at the same time his body trembling with every sob. They sit there in silence Merrick checking in on them twice while Elias waits for Hesh to calm down so he can ask him one important question.

When Hesh sobs are turned down to sniffing and he looks at his father again Elias knows his son is ready. "Get ready for Caracas, Hesh we need to get information from Rorke", Elias tells him getting a serious look from his son that is a bit undermind by the wet face, puffy and red eyes and but he can see that his son is ready to keep going and this is all that matters for now. He can hopefully pull Hesh along from mission to mission and keep the remains of their family together.

[bigglesworld]

Fairchild AT-21 Gunner. Bomber training aircraft. Surplussed at Vail Field, CA. 1946

[eiseryn]

Cyberpunk Ash~

Okay NGL he kinda looks like red Vail but I think he looks really good here????? Like 😳😳😳 I'm exposing myself but I guess I like 1 type of male face and I just draw it over and over again XD It's my same face syndrome cuz I can't draw anime men 💀💀

But hey I mean ??!?! He looks really good here so I guess that's a win right???

As you may have noticed I'm putting all my old ttrpg characters as NPCs into this cyberpunk campaign 😂 He is the group's on-field / combat medic :3 So he is definitely armed with a gun and I haven't decided his skills but he has to have first aid and medicine. Not sure how good his is, but he def has those!!! I love healers who are "I'm a healer but" ... all my healer PCs are like that XD

I really like how I translated his tiefling horns into some sort of head accessory :3 (notice how they glow!!!) I kept his reddish skintone because well,,,, let's just say he and his twin sister may have been experimented on in this au :3

Maybe I can finally reveal his twin sister Ember soon 👀👀👀 I'm having trouble with her colour palette but I already drew her portrait so soon hopefully???

[greatprotector-if]

New Character

Victoryne/Valen/Vail is the only nephilim of your fellow royal knights, and they are determined to make one thing clear to you from the moment you meet—they hate your guts.

More specifically, they harbour a deep grudge against you for somehow being chosen by the crown themself to be their royal protector, despite your... rather severe lack of experience in the field. V trained their whole life to get where they are, so to have some random farmer just show up and steal their dream job from right under their nose? Infuriated doesn't begin to describe how they feel.

Few things in this world are certain, but there is one thing you can know for sure! V will always have you in their thoughts, wishing on your downfall.

(Or maybe you can change their mind about you. Because surprise! They are a RO!)

[starqueen87]

Solomon Brown: First African American Employee at the Smithsonian Institution

Solomon G. Brown (c.1829–1906) was the first African American employee at the Smithsonian Institution, serving for fifty-four years from 1852 to 1906. During his time at the Smithsonian, he held many titles and performed many duties in service to the Institution. He served under the first three Smithsonian Secretaries, Joseph Henry, Spencer Fullerton Baird, and Samuel P. Langley. He formed a deep personal friendship with Baird which is evident in the letters featured on this page. He also served his community in Anacostia, a part of Washington, DC, and was a prominent advocate of African American progress.

"I have engaged in almost Every Branch of work that is usual and unusual about S.I.," Solomon G. Brown.

These words, written to Secretary Baird on August 12, 1862, encapsulate his long and eclectic career at the Smithsonian Institution. In 1902, he wrote a poem commemorating his fifty years at the Smithsonian —spanning the Institution's formative years. Brown, born a free man when slavery was legal in Washington, DC, joined the staff of the Smithsonian shortly after it was founded in 1846.

Born around 1829, Brown was one of six children. With the unfortunate death of his father in 1833, Brown's chance of attending school and receiving a formal education was over. However, Brown began working for Lambert Tree, assistant postmaster with the DC post office. It was in this capacity that Brown first met Joseph Henry, the Smithsonian's first Secretary. Tree detailed Brown to work with Henry, Samuel B. Morse, and Alfred Vail, while they developed the first magnetic telegraph that ran from DC to Baltimore, Maryland.

In 1852, Brown was hired as a general laborer by the Smithsonian under Henry. Initially, he built exhibit cases, cleaned and moved furniture for the Institution, and shortly became the supervisor of a small group of Smithsonian workers. While working, Brown developed a close relationship with then Assistant Secretary Baird, a naturalist and later second Secretary of the Institution. The two worked together until Baird's death in 1887. Baird trusted Brown implicitly and when out of town, relied on Brown to be his "eyes and ears" of the Institution. Brown and Baird frequently corresponded about the operations of the Smithsonian, city events, and their personal lives, sharing a wry sense of humor about life. From these letters we learn that Brown entertained visitors, handled the mail, made travel arrangements, performed clerical duties, and paid the household staff for the Baird family in addition to his other numerous Smithsonian duties.

Brown also wrote to Baird during the Civil War, reporting on the events occurring around DC and the effects felt by the Smithsonian Institution. He described the dangers to Baird's property and delays in communication from Washington. In 1864, Brown wrote of the Confederate march on the city and his own exemption from the military draft. These letters provide the unique views of a free, African American man on the progress of the Civil War as it raged around him.

Although he lacked a formal education, Brown was considered a Renaissance man. While working for Baird, he educated himself in the field of natural history. He illustrated maps and specimens for many of Baird's lectures, as well as his own talks on topics such as "The Social Habits of Insects," and delivered them to church organizations and civic groups. Not only did he excel as a naturalist, but he was an illustrator, lecturer, philosopher, and poet. Brown also read his poetry, which focused on religion and the social issues of the day, to local audiences and civic organizations. After Baird's death in 1887, Brown served as a clerk for the Smithsonian International Exchange Service, distributing scholarly publications around the world.

Brown's activities also reached beyond the walls of the Smithsonian. Within his own Anacostia (Hillsdale) community, Brown was viewed as a leader. Brown and his wife Lucinda hosted picnics for their local community, one of which was attended by Frederick Douglass. He was elected to the DC House of Delegates, served as superintendent of the Pioneer Sabbath School and the North Washington Mission Sunday school, and was a trustee of the 15th Street Presbyterian Church. He was committed to bettering education and gaining opportunities for African American citizens.

A man of limitless energy, Solomon G. Brown continued to work at the Smithsonian, write and draw, as well as serve his community until his retirement on February 14, 1906. Not long afterward, Brown died at his home on June 24, 1906. Over a century has passed, yet Brown's devotion to the foundation of the Smithsonian is still remembered today. In 2004, several trees were planted around the National Museum of Natural History in his honor.

[violettesiren]

A lady red upon the hill Her annual secret keeps; A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps!

The tidy breezes with their brooms Sweep vail, and hill, and tree! Prithee, my pretty housewives! Who may expected be?

The neighbors do not yet suspect! The woods exchange a smile,— Orchard, and buttercup, and bird, In such a little while!

And yet how still the landscape stands, How nonchalant the wood, As if the resurrection Were nothing very odd!

The Waking Year by Emily Dickinson

[foxglove-the-never-fairy]

Fairy Names Pt. 2

Fly with you! It’s been a while hasn’t it? Anyway, I’m here for a second part of one of my most popular posts.

The first post listed fairy names that were used in the DS game “Tinker Bell and the Great Fairy Rescue” in the create-a-fairy section of the game. While the names provided were feminine, I have pulled all of the masculine fairy names from the original Pixie Hollow game. Some names are repeats from the original post, but I kept them in as I wanted to get this out as soon as possible. I hope you enjoy. Here’s the original post.

~🧚🏻‍♀️🔥 Foxglove 

First

Aaron

Ace

Acorn

Agate

Ajay

Alabaster

Alder

Alec

Aleron

Alex

Anchor

Andrew

Archer

Axel

Badger

Bailey

Baker

Bale

Banjo

Barclay

Basil

Benjy

Bert

Bevel

Birch

Bo

Boomer

Boone

Brock

Bruce

Brynn

Buddy

Burr

Burton

Buster

Calder

Casper

Cecil

Cedar

Chance

Chase

Chip

Clay

Cliff

Coal

Cog

Comet

Cosmo

Cote

Covey

Crag

Crane

Cyan

Dale

Dane

Darius

Darrin

Dawson

Decker

Deon

Devlin

Dewey

Donner

Drake

Dug

Dunn

Dustin

Dusty

Echo

Eddy

Edward

Elk

Emery

Erik

Ernie

Errol

Fennel

Fincher

Finn

Fir

Flint

Ford

Francis

Garnet

Glen

Gourd

Gourdie

Grove

Grub

Gull

Hale

Hare

Harris

Hawk

Henry

Heron

Hob

Jacob

James

Jasper

Jay

Kernal

Koto

Lance

Lark

Leaf

Lore

Lute

Lyric

Martin

Maze

Mica

Michal

Nadir

Nester

Oak

Ollie

Onyx

Otter

Peat

Pier

Pine

Quake

Quarry

Quinn

Rain

Ranger

Reed

Richard

River

Robin

Rook

Rusty

Rye

Sage

Sam

Scout

Sean

Seth

Shale

Shoal

Skimmer

Skyler

Spike

Spruce

Sterling

Stone

Tad

Teak

Thatcher

Thistle

Timber

Tiny

Toadstool

Tobey

Todd

Topher

Torn

Torrey

Vail

Valiant

Vern

Vic

Wedge

Wes

Wren

Wynn

Zak

 Middle

Air

Almond

Apple

Aspen

Autumn

Badger

Bark

Beacon

Bear

Bitter

Brave

Bright

Brisk

Broom

Bumble

Candle

Cedar

Chilly

Citrus

Cloud

Cloudy

Clover

Cocoa

Copper

Cricket

Crow

Cub

Dapple

Dash

Day

Drift

Eagle

Elm

Evening

Falcon

Far

Fern

Fig

Fire

Fleet

Flicker

Foggy

Fox

Frost

Frozen

Funny

Garlic

Green

Hail

Hasty

Hawk

Hickory

Holly

Hurry

Ice

Ivy

Jelly

Jumpy

Lemon

Light

Lightning

Lime

Little

Lock

Lotus

Magic

Mango

Maple

Merry

Misty

Moon

Morning

Moss

Mossy

Mountain

Muddy

Never

Nickel

Night

Nimble

Oak

Orange

Otter

Parsley

Pear

Pebble

Pepper

Pine

Plum

Pollen

Pumpkin

Purple

Quick

Rain

Rainy

Rock

Rumble

Sage

Sandy

Sea

Shy

Silk

Slight

Snow

Sour

Speedy

Spider

Spring

Squall

Star

Storm

Stout

Strong

Sugar

Summer

Sun

Swift

Tangle

Thunder

Tiny

Toad

Tumble

Twisty

Water

Whiffle

Wild

Wind

Winter

Wrinkle

 Last

Beam

Bee

Bell

Berry

Breath

Breeze

Bug

Button

Buzz

Chill

Chime

Cliff

Cloud

Clove

Crash

Curl

Dale

Dance

Dash

Dew

Din

Drop

Dust

Ear

Elbow

Eye

Feather

Field

Fig

Flame

Flap

Flash

Fleck

Flight

Flip

Flipper

Fly

Fog

Foot

Forest

Freeze

Fruit

Garden

Gem

Glade

Glimmer

Glow

Gourd

Grace

Griddlee

Gust

Heart

Hill

Hop

Horn

Hush

Jewel

Knee

Lake

Light

Lock

Loop

Lull

Meadow

Mello

Mint

Mist

Moon

Muddle

Muse

Newt

Noise

Nose

Peal

Pebble

Petal

Pin

Plume

Pond

Pool

Ray

Ripple

River

Roar

Root

Row

Ruckus

Rumble

Sand

Shadow

Sky

Smash

Song

Spark

Sparkle

Sparrow

Speck

Spirit

Splash

Spring

Sprite

Sprout

Stem

Stone

Storm

Stream

Stripe

Swamp

Swirls

Thistle

Thorn

Toad

Tree

Twill

Twist

Vale

Valley

Vine

Weather

Web

Whirl

Whisk

Whisper

Willow

Wind

Wing

Wings

Wink

Wish

[chaoticpiglinwitch]

Crow Father

Pronouns: He/They

Domains: God of Death, Travel, Fatherhood, Masculine Energy, Wisdom, Respect, Familial Love, Looming Protection, Construction, Communication, Hospitality

Epithets: “Father of Blossoms” would be called that in relation to being the father of Syren (God of the Seasons) or in spring time. They would spend time together during the spring and you can hear their laughter in fields of flowers.

“Man of Men” + “Angel of Death” was called this when talking about him with his wife, Kristen. While Kristen is the afterlife, Crow will guild the souls or the living ones that are close to death. Believed to give them comfort or justice in their last moments.

“Whisper of Crows”, “One of Watcher” + “Soldier of Death” These names were associated with him when he was with Blade and how they would assist soldiers in battle. Either by watching over them while they are unguarded, guilding the souls from battle, helping them gather supplies or guilding civilians to safety.

“Kind feathered Traveller” Would help others find their way if asked for help. He would help make compasses, maps and provide protection for wanderers and refugees. It was also a title used when he was paired with Blade

“Everlasting Resourceful Builder” He helped teach others how to build houses and communities, helping stand tall and strong. Not stopping to help all around with building big shrines and other mythical sites in the mythology. Builders and carpenters often would ask for his blessings when making things.

"Looming Welcome" In many towns and homes, townsfolk would have bird statues or decor around their living areas to both invite travellers and Crowfather's protection in. Guarding against harmful entities and welcoming all that needed or wanted shelter. They believed that shooing away or being outwardly rude to wanderers, strangers or birds was seen as a quick way to get CF's wrath and loss of his divine protection; and depending on how far it went it could cause loss of protection to the whole town.

Symbols/Mobs: Crows, Parrots, bird skulls, black feathers, black vail/cloaks, Short haired and/or black cats

Rules/Guidelines:

Chosen family (ppl who you choose to have in ur life) are what's important

Formality isn't a big thing unless your asking a favour of him (also depends on how close u are as well, the more time you spend with him, the more he will see u as family/protected one)

Respect is given not forced. In all relationships, he will help pick out the ones that can and will be trust worthy but also teach you the signs of it and test your skills.

Myths/Stories: Crow Father was worshipped as an all ever looming protector, believed that all crows were connected to him. He could be summoned quickly, (+ more to add)

Colors: Crow Father would wear items/colors that would remind him of his loved ones and would have a ever changing colorful wardrobe. When he would visit different places/seasons, he would dress for the time there. So he likes any color but his favourite colors are Green (likes darker tones), White, Gold, Black, Pink (Blossom specifically)

Crystals: Obsidian, Rose Quartz, Amethyst, Red jasper,

Incense: Lavender, Rose, Cederwood

Plants/Herbs: Alvo, Daisy, chrysanthemums

Offerings: Any shiny things, Black tea w/sugar, any herbal tea, tea cakes, sweets, arts and craft, crow themed things, items that remind of his loved ones, anything you have made, bones, travel guides,

Devotions:

Vailing in honour of him,

Looking after nature,

Learn the importantance of travel safety,

Get a bird bath

Learn about children and advocation for them

Read a book/listen to audio book

Learn about something you know nothing about

Speck your truth and strive for equal respect

Listen to bird song

Wearing bird skulls (ethically)

Learn first aid and keep a kit in your car/home/bag

Meditate with him,

Sit outside and drink english breakfast tea with him

learn about masculine energy and practising it/learning balance

advocate for male victims and support groups,

Learn about crows, Crow merch hehe

go food shopping or donate to a food bank

Learn about construction and it’s safety,

Watching documentaries or mcyt

Going to school and asking him for safe travels

Do a diy project or watch building videos

Inviting him to your dreams

Journal about ur life, ur troubles, he loves to be a shoulder to lean on

Attendants: Kristen (Wife), Prime, Syren, Blade, Most folk in the pantheon

[sorryiapologized]

This place had a heartbeat, in it's day. Vail bought the mountains, and nothing was the same.

This line catches me every time I play Paul Revere. It's an experience as exclusive to growing up in a small town as having at least one racist uncle and always running into people you know at the grocery store.

The place I grew up in isn't the place I visit as an adult. I cross the mountains and the wheat fields and drive down that same familiar hill, but nothing is the same. The people have changed. Maybe they've gotten more conservative, or maybe the politics of that town just bother me now in a way they didn't when I was a kid. The shape of the town has even changed. A car dealership popped up a mile from my house, acres of pine trees I used to run around in were carted off to make room for more duplexes. Even the middle school I hated was torn down years ago to make room for a nicer hellhole.

There was a heartbeat to my town that flatlined after the 2010s, after I grew up, after everything changed.

Even the house I grew up in seems to tilt in a different direction. It's still standing. My dad still lives there, but the marks on the wall I made, the plants in the yard I tended, even the back porch my childhood dog scratched up are all gone. My mom doesn't live there, hasn't since I was 11. Now my dad's new girlfriend places images on the wall. The aforementioned childhood dog is a pile of ashes in a mahogany box. Now they've got a $500 golden doodle imported from the midwest with not a thought behind his eyes.

I say I'm from here, but I'm not from the here that still stands. I'm from a place painted in pastel colors that sounds like the giggles of first friendships. I'm from a place that isn't plagued by wildfire smoke every August. I'm from a town where it snows on Christmas and the summer sun warms the lakes in July. My town feels like green grass under bare feet, the soft fur of a bouncing dog, and a cool breeze. It's not those new apartment complexes along the highway, it's the spinning view of the tops of trees as you spin in a circle with your head held back. I'm from a place that only exists in my memories. I will never be able to show it to the person I love. I cannot travel back to that place. It's gone. I hope someone else misses it. I hope someone else knew it the same way I did.

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Saturday, June 3rd

SENATOR: The vampire with a soul will play a pivotal role in the apocalypse. VAIL: And as a reward, will become human. SEBASSIS: A paranoid person might think you're trying to manipulate us in an attempt to fulfill this prophecy. ANGEL: I have no desire to become human. SEBASSIS: Oh, good. Then you won't mind signing that pesky future away. Through that document, the prophecy can be undone. Your signature there will remove any opportunity that you will ever earn your once-precious humanity. Will you sign it? ANGEL: Of course.

~~Not Fade Away~~

The Sunnydale Herald is looking for at least one new editor. Contributing to the Herald is a great way to get your Buffy on! Find out more here.

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

First Turn in the Spiral by Gabriel_Is_My_Guardian_Angel89 (Angel/Spike, E)

Guardian of the Night by Loki_Dokie_Okie (Xander/reader, G)

Sweet dreams are made of this by Bl4ckHunter (Warren, The Sandman crossover, T)

Flower in the Desert by InMyOwnHeadItGoesLikeThis (Willow/Tara, T)

Accidental Slumber by lokidokieokie (Giles/reader, not rated)

Guardian of the Night by lokidokieokie (Xander/reader, not rated)

Get Well by way2geeky (Spike/reader, not rated)

[Chaptered Fiction]

Dress My Body All in Flowers White, Chapter 28 by othellia (Buffy/Spike, M)

sunnydale anonymous, Chapter 16 by bodytoflame (Buffy/Faith, T)

Divide & Conquer, Chapter 37 by Removes_and_Cleans_Glasses_00 (Buffy/Giles, E)

The Wedding, Chapter 6 by Alwaysandforevermylove (Buffy/Faith, E)

Just Married, Chapter 3 (complete!) by AJ Fields (myfanfiction) (Xander/Anya, T)

Held Together, Chapter 7 by MadeInGold (Angel/Spike, M)

Moments that Make You: The Hero and The Princess, Chapter 5 by myheadsgonenumb (Cordelia/Doyle, T)

objects in the mirror are not as they appear, Chapter 2 (complete!) by BeatriceEveryTuesday (Giles/Jenny, T)

A Family Room at the Heartbreak Hotel, Chapter 5 by Julikobold (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Twice Broken, Thrice Burnt, Chapter 7 by ClowniestLivEver (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

The Neighbor's Point of View, Chapter 16 by the_big_bad (Buffy/Spike, PG)

Sparks, Chapter 6 by Dusty (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

The Saviour and the Slayer, Chapter 1 by OUATBuffyFanHere (OC Summers sister, Once Upon a Time crossover, FR13)

A Family Room at the Heartbreak Hotel, Chapter 5 by Julikobold (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Twice Broken, Thrice Burnt, Chapter 7 by ClowniestLivEver (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Float, Chapter 7 by Grief Counseling (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

[Images, Audio & Video]

Tattoo: the slayer Scythe by Lonely-Wasabi-305

Artwork: Spike "Every day I save you" by absentfather (worksafe)

Artwork: anya and giles study by williamprattz (worksafe)

Artwork: Faith and Sasha Waybright by tales-of-lellu (worksafe)

Icons: Willow/Tara by buffyversefans (worksafe)

Special effects: Angel S4 Spider Monster part 1 by Christopher Burdett

Special effects: Angel S4 Spider Monster part 2 by Christopher Burdett

Special effects: "No Face" ghost from Hellbound by Christopher Burdett

Artwork/sewing: Buffy hoodie by rattusrattus3 (worksafe)

Playlist: Buffy x Faith by super-rangers

Fanvid: If I Can’t Love Her - Roy Mustang/Spike/Kaz Brekker/Mr Darcy by Lauren Rogers

Fanvid: Buffy the vampire slayer crashed Melrose Place (opening) by Soaps4Life

Fanvid: Spike and Klaus- My Way (Gary Oldman as Sid Vicious cover) by Bobblehead89

Fanvid: buffy vs Dracula 4K (Gods & Monsters) by Moon Child

Fanvid: BTVS | Help, i'm alive by WeCan Try

Music: Slayer - Buffy the Vampire Slayer by Cyberpunk Dystopia

[Reviews & Recaps]

angel "you're welcome" by elliebartlets

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[cftragedy]

Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off, And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity

Tyr doesn't remember his mother well. He had been young when she died, and trying to recall her now only drew up one face. Clara was seven years his senior but he'd grown up at her feet all the same. His brothers had cared for him, yes, but they were broad shouldered and thick headed and, gods bless them, they hardly knew what to do when tyr's hands fumbled with a blade or his body couldn't take a hit like theirs. Clara had been the one to encourage his strengths more deftly, seeing his affinity for strategy and planning, his knack for remembering which herbs did what, and encouraging that over pushing him to excel in the same way their brothers had. When they had buried their father, and Hagen took the throne, Tyr did not cry. He hardly knew the man. When Hagen himself died, still nothing. Tyr didn't allow himself to break. Hagen had a wife, a child, and his brother had a kingdom to rule in his stead. Where was the time for grief?

But now. He'd known, in a way. A sinking feeling at waking up undisturbed, an anomaly for his birthday, had been all but brushed aside until news swept through the castle. A princess attacked. A princess killed. He had known then. He had known, and he had refused. It wasn't true. It couldn't be true. No one would tell him, and deep down he knew, but stronger than that he would not let himself feel it. Clara was fine. She was fine, and when he got up the nerve to return to the Danish wing she would be waiting and she would laugh at him for worrying so much. She would be fine, because she had gone out into the field in the face of violence and plague and come home physically unharmed and for this reason some assassin in the night would not so easily overtake her. Clara had been through so much, more than she even told him, and this would not fell her. She was fine.

Tyr had never seen his brothers cry before. Misty eyes at the loss of their father, and then later of Hagen, yes. But those had been blinked away, nothing said of it. Even now, he's sure Steffan heard him rounding the corner because even though his eyes are red, any evidence of tears had been scrubbed away, and he just looked crushed. That alone would have been enough, but Aksel*. If Clara had been Tyr's confidante, dearest friend, and, when needed, protector, she was the other half of Aksel's very soul. The two of them had come into this world together, and now they would depart separately. The cracked, almost broken way he gasped for air, trying to steady himself as though he were not allowed to grieve such a loss, well. Tyr had never dealt with this. How did he fix this? He needed to fix this, but everything felt useless. What, would he reassure them? Of what? That she was in some better place? The best place for her was at home, in Denmark. Second best would be wherever they were. Either way, she was not any of these places.

Confronted with the grief now, unable to escape it, he does the only things he thinks he can. He flings open every window in the Danish wing, hoping against hope Clara finds some peace, is not confined to these strange halls in this strange castle in a land so far from home. He hopes the wind carries her wherever she must go from here, and he hopes it's warm there. Prayers seem futile now. He doesn't dare utter them. What good do they do now? One prays for safety, for health, for protection, and what does it get? A sister and a brother ripped away within a year of each other. A wife with no husband. A baby with no father. Brothers with no sister. It hurts. It burns. He's twenty-four years old and he went from four siblings to two. If he doesn't fling these windows open, doesn't tamp down his grief to make plans and arrangements, the same thing he's always done, he might collapse. Clara used to commend his attention to detail. The fact he's using that now to orchestrate her funeral should make him ill.

When the grief settles in, it will settle as anger. Rage will burn white hot under his skin and he will want to scream and break things and slit the throats of everyone who had anything to do with this. He will speak in hushed tones of returning to Denmark, alone. He will go with Clara. He will go and he will see to it she rests peacefully, and he will make a promise only she will know. He doesn't know if anything will come of it, if it's just pain and anguish guiding his words but it almost soothes the ache in his chest to wish damnation and brimstone and anguish on whoever has done this. It doesn't bring Clara back, though. He'd like that more.

[belovedsemi1995]

BT project RESEARCH <History of Telecommunications>

BT claim they are the first telecommunications company - which feels like a massive claim to make. Especially as telecommunications is one of the oldest forms of communication worldwide

Prehistoric era 

fires, beacons, smoke signals, communication drums, horns etc…

Used these signals to code messages 

Limited geographical area

Limited contact to those who received their messages

Needed to be simple, pre decided meanings 

6th Century BCE

Mail

Cyrus the Great (Persian emperor)

Empire was so massive that communication was extremely difficult 

Established first postal system in history of the world

Egypt, Rome and China (other great massive empire’s of the time - similarly followed)

5th Century BCE

Pigeon Post

Persia and Syra credited as first pigeon system 

They had an ability to find their way back to their nest regardless of distance

Travelers would take them with them, write a message and release them, to end the message back home

Romans later on used them to report outcomes of sporting events

Egyptians for military communications

4th Century 

Hydraulic Semaphore 

Designed in ancient Greece 

Method of communication 

Vital during first Punic War

Network of identical containers on separate hills, each with vertical rod floated in it

Predetermined codes inscribed at various intervals 

Would signal another with a torch 

They would synchronize and open their spigots and drain water until it was at the desired code

Limits as smoke signals 

Messages must be predetermined prior to sending

Circa 490 BCE

Heliographs

First documented during famous greek battle of marathon that took place on 490 BCE

Shining sun on a polished object (ex. shield)

15th Century CE Maritime flag semaphore Special code involving positions of two hand held flags Position and motion represented a letter or number Easy for fleets to communicate

1672 First experimental acoustic telephone Robert Hooke Sound could be transmitted over a wire or string into an attached earpiece / mouth piece

1790 Semaphore lines Maritime flags inspiration Chappe Brothers (french inventors) Optical telegraph system in 1790 System of pendulums set up somewhere high Telegraph would swing its mechanical arms around and sign messages from one tower to the next First telecommunications system in europe

1838 Electric telegraph Samuel B Morse (Alfred Vail and Leonard Gale) When connecting two model telegraphs together and running electricity though wire you could send a message by holding or releasing the buttons in a series of intervals Morse code and laid foundation for modern landline phones

1858 First trans Atlantic telegraph cable US and UK had telecommunication stations and able to communicate within their own countries Cryus Field (NY) wanted to connect both countries Completed in 1858

1867 Signal lamps Dots and dashes flashed by signal lamps at sea British admiral Phillip Colomb To help ships communicate easily Similar to morse code Morse code became more used

Current timeline 1876: telephones 1877: acoustic phonograph 1880: telephony via light beam photophones 1983: wireless telegraph 1896: Radio 1915: first north american transcontinental telephone calling 1927: television 1927: First Uk and US radio-telephone service 1930: first experimental videophones 1934: first commercial radio telephone service 1936: first world wide public videophone network 1946: limited capacity mobile telephone service for automobiles 1956: transatlantic telephone cable Etc…

Franic Ronalds First working telegraph 1816 Static electricity

Charles Wheatstone and William Fothergill Cooke (BT) patented 5-needle, 6-wire system which entered commercial use in 1838 Operated along Great Western Railway 9th April 1839 They did not believe their invention was not new but added to an existing electromagnetic telegraph innovation Improvement Not a company until 1846

6 January 1838 Atlantic ocean Samuel Morse of morse code Developed on 2 September 1937 Alfred Veil saw this and helped him register this; telegraph terminal that integrated a logging device for recording messages to paper tape By 1851, their lines expanded across 20 000 miles of the US

Claude Chappe 1792 French engineer First visual telegraphy system between Lille and Paris Strasbourg to Paris Rotating beams of wood Abandoned in 1880

Abraham Edelcrantz’s 1794 Swedish Stockholm to drottningholm Relied on shutters Abandoned in 1880

America Telegraph system in 1844 and ran for 3 years by the US Post office Pioneering washington to Baltimore line Private telegraph companies also were in operation Meaning BT in 1846 - may be the first British telecoms but not the first internationally. The US likely was first. They had the invention but it seems like the US was quicker at monopolizing the invention. Western union - 1st telecommunications monopoly form in 1856 by 5 smaller forms Civil war used this form of communications

Charles Wheatstone and William Fothergill Cooke (BT); did not believe they were the first to do something but rather added to previous inventions. Telecommunications have been around since language itself existed. Saying it is the first company undermines a lot of the preexisting history of communication. As well, systems used globally were in place but companies have a very capitalistic approach to the world - equivalent companies would exist in the ancient world too but had a different name and different technology to do the same thing.