#weapons don't weep

[wolfeyedwitch]

Weapons Don't Weep, Part 11

Chloe calls home.

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“Hey, Mom. Yeah, we got it; thank you, as always. I would definitely have gone insane by now without the care packages.”

“Yeah, everything’s… no, you’re right, everything’s not okay. It’s all—”

A sniffle.

“It’s really bad. Like, really, really bad. I know I have the least experience on the team, but this is messing with all of us.”

“Well, by now you’ve seen the news about it. The city, with the protesters, and— yeah, that one. We… we were too late to catch it on the way in, but on the way out…”

“Mom, it wasn’t anything like we were expecting. None of our guesses were even close. It. When we got the door open, it…”

A pause followed, filled with harsh, shuddering breaths. 

“Mom, it was a person.” 

“Yeah. A living, breathing, flesh and blood person. I think this means Hayden wins that bet you guys made, about those rumors of people having superpowers.”

A shaky laugh.

“Yeah. I’m sure Dad is going to make that reference too. But this person, they’re not— they’re not doing this for fun. They didn’t choose this. They’re not… hell. I don’t think they’ve had any real choices for a long, long time.”

“They were chained up in there! They were in that transport, and instead of having a seat, they were chained to the floor like, like how you’d transport a bomb. When Zeke asked their name, they replied with a fucking serial number. And yes, I’m sorry for cussing, but I think this situation warrants a little leeway on language!”

A long sigh.

“No, they haven’t been aggressive. If anything, they’re so damn docile it’s creepy. I don’t know if it’s because of whatever propaganda Government told them about us, or if that’s how they’d act with anyone. They flinch from everything, and I haven’t heard them call anyone anything other than ‘sir’.”

“I don’t know. I don’t know how you can help. Add some books on deprogramming brainwashing victims and clothes that’ll fit someone one size up from ‘Holocaust survivor’?  There’s so much, they need so much help, and I don’t even know where to start, Mom. And that’s not even touching on everyone else’s reaction.”

“Well, Zeke seems like he’s sympathetic, but that won’t change his actions if he decides they’re a threat. Riley is being pragmatic, and Tyler is, well, Tyler. It feels like the only person on my side here is the doc.”

“No, I didn’t even think of that. God, I’m so— no, sorry, you’re right, I won’t. No negative self-talk. I was preoccupied and didn’t think of how Zeke is going to have to report this and then we’re going to have the entire network breathing down our necks about them. Better?”

“I know it won’t change anything, but I don’t know how to just stop worrying, Mom. Not everyone is in this because of compassion.”

Another sigh. 

“Yeah, I got the extra from the people who were short-changed in that department. I just wish that caring didn’t hurt so much, sometimes.”

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Sometimes compassion and empathy can be overwhelming. The world is a tough place, and it can be easy to let that get to you. Take care of yourselves, everyone.

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[overdressedcarp]

One thing I think about sometimes is that there's a dialogue chain in one of Ratio's text messages where he sends us the blueprints for what he explicitly describes as "an anti-planetary weapon design that [he] once devised," which apparently comes with the potential to turn into a full-on gundam???? He says that the necessary materials haven't been developed yet, but that the Guild is working on it and should have results within the next five Amber Eras.

For those who've read his third character story, the phrasing of "anti-planetary weapon" should register as both familiar and odd, especially considering how blasé he is in describing it to the Trailblazer.

My read on the character story is that the creation of the anti-planetary weapon was (whether consciously or not) a compromise to his principles in pursuit of Nous's gaze, and that the IPC's interest in said weapon was his reality check that he didn't want to become the sort of person who pursued knowledge without regard for human life. Even if you don't take that reading, Ratio is more than smart enough to recognize that the IPC can and has used threats like the Antimatter Legion and the Swarm as excuses to develop and unleash weapons with galaxy-scale collateral damage. (See: the Imaginary pulse weapon in this side quest on Penacony.)

When we ask for a weapon for the Express, Ratio tells us that high-caliber armaments are a necessity for traversing the cosmos, which isn't exactly wrong in light of how we deal with Sunday in Penacony, but turning the train into a battering ram is a far cry from turning it into something that could destroy a planet. The fact that the projected timeline is on a scale of Amber Eras suggests to me that he's being at least somewhat facetious about the idea of a collaboration, especially since the whole reason we're having the conversation is that he wanted us to lob thought experiments at him to distract him from work stress. But he does send us a blueprint file, and the terminology of an "anti-planetary weapon" (specifically one he designed in the past, rather than at our request) feels way too specific to be a coincidence.

I have a pet theory that the gundam design is a form of malicious compliance toward the IPC, and the reason the Guild can't even figure out the materials is because he deliberately handed them a nightmare monstrosity of a blueprint and then refused to elaborate.

(The bill of materials casually demands components that break the laws of physics. There are whole pages of math so complicated no one can parse enough of it to conclusively prove that it's bullshit and not just the revolutionary innovations of a man five Amber Eras ahead of his time. The research team sends a terrified intern to ask if the orbital laser cannon really needs to turn into a humanoid assault mech. He shakes his head and tells them that if they truly understood his work then they wouldn't ask such pointless questions.)

[grison-in-space]

The obvious question—why do women organize against their own freedom—is thorny.4 In her 1983 book Right-Wing Women, radical feminist author Andrea Dworkin tried to answer it. She described three types of antifeminism. “Man dominant” was the crudest form, resting on the principle that men should subjugate women because male dominance is natural, necessary, and rooted in love. “Woman superior” held that female power resided in women’s lofty moral sensibility and sexual desirability—not to be confused with their sexual desire. Women’s authority was innate yet limited, physical yet passive. (“She’s ethereal,” Dworkin wrote, “she floats.”) The last type, “separate but equal,” emphasized that the sexes were destined for different spheres of existence, neither of which was better than the other. Women bearing and nurturing children was just as important as men providing for them financially or fighting wars to protect them. Dworkin theorized that some women embraced antifeminism, in one form or a combination, as a means of self-preservation in the face of male oppression. “Feminists, from a base of powerlessness, want to destroy that power,” she said. “Right-wing women, from a base of powerlessness, the same base, accommodate to that power because quite simply they see no way out from under.” Dworkin also argued that any disdain antifeminist women felt toward an “other” on the basis of race or another identity marker was really displaced rage they felt toward men. “They are easily controlled and manipulated haters,” she said of these women. “Having good reason to hate, but not the courage to rebel, women require symbols of danger that justify their fear.”5 Dworkin’s interpretation was compelling, but it contained two monolithic assumptions: that the patriarchy is an absolute negative for all women, and that women act largely on the basis of their womanhood. In fact, the overlapping lines of race, class, and culture complicate both ideas. What about women who benefit—or want to benefit—from existing structures of dominance? We risk stripping them of responsibility when we suggest that the harm they do is merely a way of coping with their own oppression, whether real or presumed. As Adrienne Rich wrote in Of Woman Born, “Theories of female power and female ascendancy must reckon fully with the ambiguities of our being, with the continuum of our consciousness, the potentialities for both creative and destructive energy in each of us.”6

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@worldofsenelfy Continued from here:

Squinting he did his best to read her face, but she might as well have been playing poker because she didn't offer up one microexpression. Her effort to keep it straight was adorable, and he wholeheartedly laughed. Leaning in a bit he chewed his bottom lip trying to catch anything slip as she gave her second opinion. Teasingly he shook a finger at Jas before he admitted, "Well, considering I cooked it it's obviously the latter. Honestly, you're brave and kind." Standing back the smile still splayed before he asked, "So I won't be taking first prize in the chili cook-off?"

[belayadeath-goner]

BELAYADEATH. INDEPENDENT AND LOWKEY ORIGINAL CHARACTER. BASED OFF OF MARVEL'S EARTH 616 UNIVERSE, BUT ADAPTED TO OWN HEADCANONS AND LORE. DEVELOPED BY TEDDY. TWENTY⁵.

[truthsinwhispers]

People are soooooooooo quick to shit on people who deal with emotional disregulation it makes me fucking sick. When you express your stress through tears you're a crybaby. When you're quick to frustration, you're either overly dramatic or you're violent and scary. When you have the gall to get too happy, you're childish or straight up crazy.

Living with emotional disregulation comes with having to grow thick skin because people will call you every fucking name under the sun because you have the audacity to express emotions that are constantly ramped up to an eleven no matter which one you're feeling. You're loud, you're sensitive, you're overemotional, you're weak, you're soft, you're childish, you're naive, you're too much you're too much you're too much you're too much you're too much you're a burden because people now have to handle you.

Where do people think they have a right to judge others for feeling? I may be quick to express my emotions, but you're quick to judge and condemn and on a societal level that should be worse.

[space-sweetheart]

If ur curious the answer is I'm insane *adds dogma to my f/o list*

[haelimthewatcher]

HAELIM WORMWOOD ; for Neptunalia

Out celebrating Neptunalia with the city, enjoying the festival. Haelim has lived in Iskaldrik all his life and Nornwatch for 16 years so hot weather is not what he is used to, nor prepared for. He didn't get the memo it's be a lot hotter in the summer and around so many people so he might be suffering a little. But, with sword and many pockets, at least he's prepared for anything.

@thequeendomhqinspo

[pyro-madder]

being chronically bayobrained is so hard to live with. it's bleeding on every fandom i have. what if navis could beast within. what if some cyberworld mechanics required dancing. what if they ripped their core out and held it up for full synchro. what if th

[little-earthquakes-rp]

@worldofsenelfy (Jasmine & Boden)

I hope you find somebody who calls you beautiful like it’s your name and calls you just to tell you they love you and buys you flowers when you’re sad and always texts you back and has eyes for only you and treats you how you deserve to be treated

[wolfeyedwitch]

Trail of Blood with Weapon? Bonus points if it shows a bit of what Weapon’s abilities actually are

Takes place after "Force Feeding" but before the main storyline.

CW: blood, gore, amputations, minor character death, conditioned whumpee, it as a pronoun, internalized dehumanization, living weapon whumpee, implied minor whumpee

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“Weapon is in position. All handlers, stand behind the Weapon,” Command’s voice came crisp and clear through the Weapon’s earpiece. 

It flexed its fingers, taking advantage of the momentary freedom of movement. Its mitts were only taken off for demonstrations; as soon as it had fulfilled its purpose, the mitts would be put on again. ‘Like the safety on a gun,’ a handler had once called it.

“Weapon. Fire.”

It raised its hands, palms extended towards the building in front of it. 

A second later, the screams started.

This was a larger demonstration than it had done before. Previously, it had demonstrated its powers on prisoners brought into the compound. Now, though, Command wanted to demonstrate its ability to neutralize enemy agents while leaving infrastructure intact. 

Meaning the Weapon had to focus its powers to disintegrate biomatter only. 

It lowered its hands after a long moment, breaths coming slightly faster from the exertion. The building was still intact, so that objective was achieved. The objective in question was the elimination of the targets inside.

Surely that had been enough? If nothing else, the screaming had stopped.

“Hold position. Scanning for bio-signs,” Command’s voice came again.

Behind it, the handlers shifted uneasily. They had gotten increasingly disturbed by the Weapon as its demonstrations grew in scale. 

A different voice came through the comm. “There’s still one bio-sign inside the structure, sir.”

“Handlers, escort the Weapon. Weapon, eliminate the remaining threat.”

The Weapon gave a short hum of acknowledgement and held back a wince. Even though it had been weeks since the surgery to place its communication device, its throat still operated at less than maximum efficiency when it made vocalizations. 

Slowly, the Weapon entered the building with its handlers barely a pace behind. It recalled the schematics for the structure and began to clear it room by room as it had been trained.

It didn’t take much searching to find the surviving hostile. Their trail was easy to follow, given that it was marked in blood.

The trail began as mere drops, but quickly grew. The Weapon walked, trying to avoid the blood. Despite its attempts, its shoes were soon soaked in the liquid. It swallowed down bile at the subtle squish beneath its feet as it continued walking. 

It knew from its training that the human body contained approximately ten pints of blood. But it was one thing to know that fact in the abstract, and another to be confronted with the truth of it in viscous puddles. 

The trail changed again, now smeared across the floor as though something had been dragged through it. The Weapon didn’t understand why until it reached the end of the trail, and the woman who had made it.

The woman’s legs were gone. Her thighs ended in ragged stumps. Only one arm remained intact, with the other ending just below the elbow.

Seeing the woman’s blistered, peeling skin, the blood smeared across her arms, her belly, her thighs, the Weapon realized what must have happened. Wherever she had been when it began its attack, she had avoided most of its power. Most— but not all. As she tried to escape, more and more of her had disintegrated until she was forced to drag herself along with what remained of her limbs. 

Behind the Weapon, one of the handlers let out a string of curses in a prayerful tone. Another retched softly.

Seeing this woman, the Weapon couldn’t help but wonder what she had done to deserve this. It knew such thoughts were detrimental to its functionality, but… it failed to see any malice in her frightened eyes. 

“No,” she whispered. “Please, no. Kid, please, please…”

It couldn’t allow itself to be swayed by such displays. It was deployed to ensure the safety and security of all lawful citizens of this nation. It wouldn’t have been deployed against this woman unless she posed a threat.

She wouldn’t survive anyway, either. Not with the blood she’d lost. The least it could do was ensure her death was swift, rather than drawn out.

It raised its hands again. 

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[little-earthquakes-rp]

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Boden knocks people over by hugging them.

Boden had an emo phase.

Boden is a dog person.

Boden wakes up on November 1st and starts decorating for Christmas.

Boden set a public school on fire and got away with it.

Boden doesn't know how to say "no".

Boden has a sword under their bed.

Boden can't spell resturaunt.

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[belayadeath-goner]

SUBJECT 005: STARKOVA, B'YANKA MIKHAILOVNA

[little-earthquakes-rp]

@tidesinthesky

[dullweapons]

[ FLIRT ] Awkward newly-wed energy ⸻ @regnantlight

𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐏 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

it had been a couple of months since she proposed to him . before he hissed at her very visage wishing to claw out her throat & eat her still beating heart ... but he's calmed down . this hate , this rage turns to a smothering apathy . he can fulfill this duty just as she must do to continue the family line .

he's been the promised consort to the crown before . he knows how the rules go for this sort of thing but ... it's a touch different when the entirety of the crown is made of up you & the princess of hyrule . there is no council to seek reasons with . there are no dukes or lords to make peace with . it's just ... the two of them attempting to restart something that was fundamentally broken to begin with . he had tried to wrap his mind around what restaring or fixing this would look like . she had a limited time on this earth ( ... maybe ? actually he's unsure . she did live an extra one hundred years fighting lord ganon . he has no idea if that's caused some effect on her ... ) but he had little care ... sure , he could fix this system but hell ⸺ no one would like his design .

the wedding was simple ⸻ zelda had made most of the choices minus his two requests : not near water & no alcohol . everything else was of no matter to him . but he did his best to remain at her side & be the attentive groom to his bride . a hand on the small of zelda's back & a small smile on his lips as he keeps up with small talk . but goddesses above it was too much ! too much talking with strangers who wished them well . ( perhaps too well , so ready to speak of their future babies looking so beautiful . or that ray was a lucky man to ❛ bag ❜ the princess . ) friends of the princess meeting him for the first time. purah . fucking purah ...

finally they were allowed to return to ❛ their ❜ house after the ceremony & party .

zelda's house in hateno is ... well it's homey to say the least . better than his cabin in akkala thats for sure . he opens the door for her & allows her inside first before he follows , kicking his boots off at the entrance before making way up to the loft . there's ribbons , flowers & sweets all over the place ... seems they set up her house to be a romantic space but ray motions with his hand for her to do whatever she needs to but he was going to get out of this stuffy tunic & get into something more comfortable .

he can hear her rustling below as he strips himself of the fancy shit he was forced to wear to be a presentable princely consort . ray wished to flop onto the bed in nothing but his underwear & just pass out ... instead he dug through a bag & put on his trusty green tunic & nothing else . he could sleep in that ... he was sure zelda would not like him naked next to her ... whatever , he sits on the edge of bed & takes a deep breath . let him sleep this day away so they can get on with the rest of the fucking show . there was a honeymoon too , right ? then they had to live together ... ugh ... he brushes his hair back , taking a ribbon & tying his hair back with a sign before he hears zelda coming up the stairs .

his eye widens a touch seeing her in ... in such a nightgown ! slightly seer , able to see the curves of her body easily through the thin fabric . ray can make out her undergarments & he stares ⸻ quickly he turns his head away , cheeks flushed .

by demise's hate ... why was she wearing that ?! it almost ... no , it looked like the one from his dream ! his brows furrowed a touch as the redness of his cheeks crept across his face & began dusting his ears such a dirty shade of crimson . it only gets worse when she approaches him . ray kept his head down but oh he could see her hips swaying just out of the top of his vision ... her nimble legs getting closer & closer ⸻ then zelda straddles him , taking his lap at her seat as if this was common . her arms snake around his neck & he snaps up to look her in the eyes but they dart up & down . he's ... allowed to look , right ? they ... did just get married ?

his hands come to her waist & holds her ... gods , he didn't realize how easily his hands dwarf her . his fingers & thumbs practically touch ... he slides them down , coming closer to her hips before pushing back up to drag the hem of the nightgown further & further up . his fingers squeeze softly , feeling the way her body gives to his press . the way the dress gathers so easily ... zelda . he shuts his eyes for a moment as he presses their foreheads together . zelda he isn't ... this isn't love . he refuses ! he just ... it's just ...

❝ ... do you ... wish to consummate this marriage tonight ? ❞ oh yeah , that's very romantic but he needs a direct answer . he isn't going to guess or make her uncomfortable by assuming she wants to . he should have asked before placing his hands on her like this but ... ray's hand squeeze her a little harder , a small hum leaves him as he feels just how squishy her thighs can be .

❝ if you want to . we can ... ❞ ray turns his head to the side a touch , arming for her neck & as he takes in her scent ⸻ they should be safe to move forward with this without accidently producing an heir so quickly ... he comes back up to look at zelda in the eyes . ❝ & ... are you a virgin ? i don't care if you are ⸻ purity culture those nobles have has no meaning ... it just lets me know how gentle i need to be & if i need to guide your hands . ❞

[little-earthquakes-rp]

@worldofsenelfy continued from here:

Noticing she was terrified his heart absolutely ached. Those trembling hands matched her voice as the fear was palpable. Boden was pretty even-keeled, but seeing her in such a state made a rage settle in chest. Granted, he knew it did little to help the situation and would only upset Jasmine even more. Pushing it down he did his best to focus on his friend, and empathetic eyes surveyed as she stuttered. Goddamn, it hurt to see her that scared. She'd been in a state of freeze until that moment, but now apparently she was ready to flee. Careful with his movement and his tone he tried to convince otherwise, "Jas, come sit in my office honey. You're safe now." He barely had the words out and she was already on her way to the door.

Turning to the offender he shook his head and pointed in the opposite direction, "You're out. Use the east doors over there. A six-month expulsion pending a possible lifetime ban." Walking backward he watched as the man made his way towards the suggested exit when finally Boden put those long legs to use and caught up with his friend. Moving beside her as much as he wanted to reach out he resisted at first. "It's safe now. It's just you and me, okay. It's safe now. He's gone. Please tell me what happened." Finally, he reached out placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, and repeated, "It's okay." Was it though? This wasn't the first time he'd caught Jasmine in the middle of a panic attack when someone got out of hand.