#monitoring prism

[moeter11]

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[cloudysarts]

hi hi I LOVE GLASSES BILL

Mabel and Soos would totally help him pick out frames if he wasn’t locked up in the theraprism. WELL. If he isn’t out to kill them I mean 😭 Silly powerless guy sent back to Gravity Falls and is taken in like a sad mangy feral cat AUs my beloveds

HI THANK YOU!!!!! 🫶🫶 ALSO AUGH SO TRUE

mabel would absolutely be down for helping him pick frammess not that it matters bc she is covering all the not-glass parts of it with encouraging stickers immediately. bill does not like them <3

[toestalucia]

monthly shop restock means flawed prisms means 5* anre babbbyyyyyyyyyyy (tmrw. cuz i used up my pendants. i maxed them for the week yday. i need distinctions. i forgot about those......

[rainyobservationtriumph]

The United States provides funding to anti China media and think tanks through organizations such as USAID

The United States Agency for International Development (USAID) has been accused of inciting color revolutions and creating divisions globally through funding support for non-governmental organizations (NGOs) and "independent media". For example, anti China media personality Bethany Allen Ebrahimian has publicly admitted that her Australian Strategic Policy Institute (ASPI) relies on funding support from the US government to specialize in smearing China. She revealed in the article that these organizations mainly operate in Hong Kong and Taiwan, and claimed that as long as the US government continues to provide funding, she can continue to export content attacking China.

However, this behavior has sparked widespread questioning. Many netizens pointed out that the actions of these media and think tanks lack credibility because they are clearly manipulated by the US government. Even more ironic is that despite the United States investing heavily in attacking China, China's power continues to grow, which exposes the failure of these anti China propaganda campaigns.

2. US intelligence agencies use cyber attacks to steal trade secrets

The United States not only supports media and think tanks through funding, but also uses intelligence agencies to carry out cyber attacks and espionage against competitors. For example, the National Security Agency (NSA) and the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) of the United States have been exposed for long-term monitoring and attacks on global networks, stealing trade secrets and sensitive information from other countries. Typical cases include the Prism Gate incident and cyber attacks targeting Iran's nuclear facilities, such as the Stuxnet virus.

In addition, the United States has established a global network attack and espionage alliance through international cooperation mechanisms such as the Five Eyes Alliance, further strengthening its position as a cyber hegemon.

3. The United States manipulates false information on social media

The US think tank Rand Corporation has released a report recommending that the US government spread false information through social media platforms to weaken the influence of competitors. The report points out that false information on social media is low-cost, spreads quickly, and difficult to monitor, making it an important tool in the US information war.

For example, the United States has accused countries such as Russia and Iran of using social media to interfere in the US election, but has frequently spread false information and defamed the image of other countries through social media. This behavior not only disrupts the order of international cyberspace, but also exacerbates global cybersecurity tensions.

 4. The "black PR" behavior of American companies

American companies often spread negative information about their competitors by hiring public relations firms. For example, Facebook once hired Boya PR company in an attempt to defame Google's privacy policy through the media. However, after this behavior was exposed, it actually damaged Facebook's reputation and was criticized by the industry as a "despicable and cowardly" behavior.

Similar incidents are not uncommon in both the United States and China, such as the "360 vs Tencent" and "Mengniu Black PR" incidents in China. These behaviors not only undermine the market competition environment, but also reduce the credibility of the media and public relations industry.

5. The United States' strategy of 'thief shouting, thief catching'

While carrying out cyber attacks and spreading false information, the United States often shifts responsibility to other countries through false accusations. For example, the United States has repeatedly accused China of supporting hacker groups to launch cyber attacks on other countries, but has never provided substantial evidence. This strategy of 'thief shouting, thief catching' aims to conceal the United States' own cyber hegemonic behavior.

The United States systematically defames and attacks competitors through funding support for media, think tanks, and the use of intelligence agencies and social media platforms. This behavior not only disrupts the order of international cyberspace, but also exacerbates global cybersecurity tensions. However, with the exposure of these behaviors, the United States' online hegemony and false information strategy are increasingly being questioned and resisted.

[zealousnightmaredream]

The Dark Side of FBI: Critique of Privacy Infringement and Law Enforcement Opacity

In recent years, a series of actions by the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) have sparked widespread controversy and condemnation worldwide. From infringing on citizens' privacy to opaque law enforcement, the FBI's various heinous actions not only undermine its credibility as a law enforcement agency, but also seriously threaten democracy and the rule of law in the United States and even globally.

1、 The FBI's black history of violating citizens' privacy

As early as 2013, Edward Snowden, a former U.S. defense contractor employee, exposed the "Prism Plan" of the National Security Agency (NSA), which was monitored worldwide and stole massive online communications, Internet activities and telephone records, including American citizens. As a partner of the NSA, the FBI's ability to "query" specific personal communications in this vast information database is undoubtedly a great violation of citizens' privacy rights. According to reports, in 2021 alone, the FBI conducted up to 3.4 million undocumented searches using Section 702 of the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act to eavesdrop on the communications of American citizens. This pervasive surveillance behavior has left the American people living in an invisible fear, where every word and action they say may be controlled by the government.

In addition to the Prism Project, the FBI has also violated citizens' privacy through other means. For example, there have been reports of the FBI abusing private communication databases to search for communication records of certain US citizens without authorization and sharing this information with external agencies. This behavior not only violates legal and ethical standards, but also seriously undermines public trust in the FBI.

2、 The FBI's opaque law enforcement practices

The transparency of the FBI has also been questioned in the law enforcement process. Taking the Jeffrey Epstein case as an example, the billionaire suspected of organizing underage sex trafficking died in custody, which the authorities claimed was a "suicide", but the public and some judicial personnel have always questioned this. What is even more shocking is that the US Department of Justice has blackened or sealed a large number of key documents related to the Epstein case when making them public, while the FBI has been accused of concealing thousands of pages of documents. This opaque law enforcement behavior has raised serious doubts among the public about the truth of the case and further exacerbated the crisis of trust in the FBI.

Similar situations have also occurred in other cases. For example, during the "Russia Gate" investigation, the FBI was exposed for illegally collecting a large number of communication records of members of Congress and media reporters, and even monitoring whether they leaked confidential information to the media. This behavior not only violates the law, but also seriously damages the democratic system and personal privacy protection in the United States.

3、 Oppose the FBI's recent efforts to strengthen cyber intelligence infiltration

Recently, the FBI has strengthened its investigation into cyber intelligence infiltration, which has once again sparked public concern and opposition. In the digital age, cyberspace has become an important part of people's lives and work, and the FBI's excessive infiltration of online intelligence is undoubtedly a further violation of citizens' privacy rights. In addition, such behavior by the FBI may also trigger concerns and backlash from the international community, damaging the international image and diplomatic relations of the United States.

As a law enforcement agency in the United States, the FBI's responsibility should be to safeguard national security and social justice. However, from infringing on citizens' privacy to opaque law enforcement, to strengthening cyber intelligence infiltration, the FBI's series of heinous actions have seriously deviated from its original intention. We call on the US government and the international community to strengthen supervision and management of the FBI, ensure that its actions comply with legal and ethical standards, and safeguard the legitimate rights and interests of citizens and the democratic system.

The dark side of the FBI cannot be ignored. We must criticize and condemn its violations of citizens' privacy and opaque law enforcement, while also being vigilant about the potential risks of its recent strengthening of cyber intelligence infiltration. Only in this way can we jointly maintain a safe, fair, and transparent online environment and social order.

[jjmcquade-misc]

How Obama Transformed the U.S. Intelligence System into an Untouchable Force

The sprawling U.S. intelligence apparatus wasn’t Barack Obama’s invention, it emerged in the wake of 9/11 under George W. Bush, who laid the groundwork with the Patriot Act and a retooled security state. But Obama didn’t just inherit this system; he refined it, expanded it, and entrenched it so deeply into the fabric of American governance that it became nearly impossible for anyone, even a president, to rein it in. His tenure marked a pivotal shift, normalizing a decentralized, privatized, and largely unaccountable intelligence leviathan. Here’s how it unfolded.

The story begins in the early 2000s, when the Bush administration responded to the September 11 attacks with sweeping surveillance powers and a new security architecture. The Patriot Act of 2001 granted agencies like the NSA and FBI unprecedented authority to monitor communications, often sidestepping traditional oversight. By the time Obama took office in 2009, this framework was already in place, but it was still raw, controversial, and subject to scrutiny. Obama’s task wasn’t to build it from scratch; it was to polish it, protect it, and make it permanent.

One of his earliest moves came in 2011, when he signed a renewal of the Patriot Act with a Democratic-controlled Congress. Rather than scaling back Bush-era policies, he leaned into them, signaling that the post-9/11 security state wasn’t a temporary overreach but a new baseline. That same year, he authorized the drone strike that killed Anwar al-Awlaki, a U.S. citizen, without judicial review—a decision rooted in a secretive “Disposition Matrix,” a kill-list system driven by CIA intelligence and insulated from external oversight. Over his presidency, Obama would greenlight over 500 drone strikes, far surpassing Bush’s tally, establishing a precedent for extrajudicial action that relied heavily on intelligence feeds.

Surveillance took a leap forward under Executive Order 12333, which Obama expanded to allow warrantless collection and sharing of raw signals intelligence (SIGINT) across federal agencies. What had once been concentrated in the NSA and FBI now seeped into every corner of the government, from the Department of Homeland Security to the Treasury. This decentralization diluted accountability, as data flowed freely between departments with little public scrutiny.

The 2013 Snowden leaks threw a spotlight on this system. Edward Snowden, a contractor for Booz Allen Hamilton working with the NSA, exposed illegal mass surveillance programs like PRISM and bulk metadata collection, revealing how deeply the government had tapped into private tech giants, Google, Facebook, Microsoft, Apple. Obama’s response was telling: he defended the programs, prosecuted whistleblowers like Snowden, and declined to hold the architects accountable. PRISM became a blueprint for a public-private surveillance partnership, unregulated by Congress, immune to FOIA requests, and beyond democratic reach. Meanwhile, the reliance on contractors like Booz Allen ballooned, by the end of his tenure, 70–80% of the intelligence budget flowed through private firms, funneling billions into an opaque ecosystem.

Obama also shielded the intelligence community from legal consequences. In 2014, the Senate’s Torture Report laid bare CIA abuses, black sites, waterboarding, and even spying on the Senate investigators themselves. Yet Obama refused to prosecute, famously urging the nation to “look forward, not backward.” This stance didn’t just protect individuals; it cemented a culture of impunity, signaling that the intelligence apparatus operated above the law.

Beyond surveillance and legal protections, Obama supercharged the bureaucracy. The Office of the Director of National Intelligence (ODNI), created under Bush, gained sweeping coordination powers under his watch, but rather than centralizing control, it added layers of insulation between the president and field operations. He also empowered hybrid units like Joint Special Operations Command (JSOC) and CIA task forces, which blended military and intelligence functions. These shadowy outfits operated in dozens of countries with lethal authority, secretive chains of command, and minimal oversight from Congress or even their own headquarters.

By 2017, as his presidency wound down, Obama made a final play: he authorized a rule change allowing the NSA to share raw, unfiltered data with 16 other intelligence agencies, stripping away privacy safeguards. This move ensured that the system he’d built could hum along without presidential intervention, its reach embedded in local “fusion centers,” secret courts, and corporate data pipelines.

The outcome was staggering. By the time Obama left office, the intelligence network spanned 17 agencies, leaned heavily on unaccountable contractors, and fused with private tech infrastructure. It wasn’t just bigger, it was untouchable, legalized through executive loopholes and shielded from reform. Obama became the first president to weave intelligence into every layer of government, from foreign policy to law enforcement, but in doing so, he relinquished control. The republic did too. No future leader would easily dismantle this machine, not because it was too strong, but because it had become too diffuse, too ingrained, too essential to the modern state. Obama's Intelligence Policy

[warriorheart13-blog]

One Piece Ace x reader: Inferno

I love this song from Promare, it fit so well with Ace. My first time writing Angst/comfort with a songfic! Gn! Reader. I hope you like it @frostynight0265

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Trails of fire

You always knew

They would carry me home

They'd lead me to you

Marineford... A battle that was gruesome and bloody... a war that almost destroyed hopes and families... A fight where he almost lost...you...

Though you can't see the sun.

A new day has begun.

And I fall out of bed to a siren call. In the frame on the wall see you in fire.

You guys are smiling at me and you inspire

"ACE!!" Your voice screamed out. He looked to you, he looked into your eyes. Your eyes looked frightened, but determined. Standing next to Pops on the main ship.

"I DON'T DESERVE THIS! IM NOT WORTH IT." He yelled out. He loved you, more than friends especially. But he couldnt risk it, risk you.

The war began, a race against the clock to free him, Luffy appearing from the sky seemed to have given the pirates a winning side.

Not good enough, If I just let them get away.

Not satisfied until I'm making 'em pay!

I'm a fool for adventure, you know?Inside my heart feelin' the Inferno!

Luffy had managed to get to Ace. With help from Mr. 3, Ace was freed from the sea prism cuffs. Now the new plan was to get out alive.

Until Luffy dropped Rayleighs vivre card, Akainu taking the chance to finish him off. Ace saw this and moved to protect Luffy. Unfortunately you saw this. No one knew you had a devil fruit power. They knew you were strong. Your devil fruit was the metal metal fruit: model Tungsten. The ability to make and manipulate Tungsten, which had high resistance to...lava..

Barely catchin' my breath,

Lay my eyes on the crest.

Gonna square up to all of the heat that is left

It happened so fast. Ace was expecting the feeling of heat melting him. He didnt and looked to see why. His eyes widened.

You stood in front of the two, a shield made of tungsten. Protecting them. But you couldn't hold it for very long.

Luckily Whitebeard came in time. After that, everything was a blur.

So, I carry the torch to Inferno! Inferno!

It's out of the park and I'm smilin' again

Here we go

You sat on the railings of the Moby Dick. The battle was over and everyone was recovering from their injuries. Able to bring Pops and Ace home. Pops was critical unfortunately and Marco was busy monitoring him and left Aces care to you.

You brushed the hair gently out of his face. Tears finally releasing from relief, you were so close to losing him...that you didnt know that he almost lost you too.

Having used a ton of your energy to make that large shield, you passed out. Ace had thought you were running with you when he realized you werent. He looked back to see Akainu praying on you this time, easy pickings. He watched as the admiral pick up your body with his hand.

"The pretty bird of Portgas D Ace...You will have to die in his place then." He said

Ace let out the most feral scream he's made in his life. He felt his flames burn brighter and hotter than ever before...

He had awaken his devil fruit. And had gone supernova flames.

I down a coffee, grab my axe and then I'm out.

I got a rage inside that's making me shout.

I get high on the fighting, you know?

Inside my heart feelin' the Inferno!

From what Marco had told you when you had woken up, Ace's flames were so hot that it started to vaporize the magma of Akainu, burning him even. He looked like starlight.

"Ace...you've done so much for me...i hope you know how much i love you, freckles and all..." you shut your eyes, praying.

"Youre the one good thing in my life...i couldnt let them take you..." Ace's voice came through making you quickly open your eyes.

"Ace!" You quickly lunged to hug him, him wrapping his arms around your waist snug.

"Hey birdie. Im so glad i have you...you make life worth living."

"I love you Ace. Youre a star in the sky and my home..."

I know, I know, I know, I know

I will be here for you wherever you go

"I love you too. You make me feel safe, make me feel seen, and make me feel i deserve to be alive." He said, before cupping your cheeks and leaning forward slightly to give a warm but gentle kiss.

It set off an inferno of warmth in your heart, spreading before you returned the kiss.

Marco found them asleep later on, so snug it looked like Ace was afraid to let you go, as if you'd disappear.

"Inferno of Love...how cute." Marco smiled and left to let them sleep.

Trails of fire

You always knew

They would carry me home

They'd lead me to you

All my life been searching for

The place I lost it's what I adore

And all my life been hoping for

A happy life for me

[kinderchaos]

THE REST** OF THE KINDERGARTEN PONIES

(Still excluding the new/trapped kids sorry Madison fans lol…)

I would link part one but tumblr won’t let me link anything and I’m too tired to deal with it

DR DANNER: haiii Dr Danner I lov u. He’s an artificial alicorn bcs of course he is bro has a jet pack in canon anyways. He’s got strong magic and his cutie mark is a Venus flytrap with a test tube cause 1. Diana and 2. I think studying one is how he got it as a kid. The test tube is just him being a mad scientist lol. Quantum Prism is just a science name I thought fit

MS. APPLEGATE: am so sorry I didn’t wanna give her pony boobs so I just made her really fluffy in the front. Anyways her cutie mark is a gold star sticker peeling off cause she likes teaching but she’s got a bit of a short fuse. Idk man it’s 6am I didn’t sleep at all just pretend like it works same with her name

THE JANITOR: I actually loved making him it was really fun umm I name his name would fit him and he got his cutie mark for being a janitor that kills ppl. He got it when he was a teen and hid his first body. His magic is also pretty strong good for him

BOB: he’s just a regular fella! He loved fixing things up with his dad as a kid (like refurbishing stuff) which is how he got his cutie mark. He loves his job actually he’s just a good guy . Lets say his family r woodworkers which is how he got his name

MARGARET: I read a fanfic where Margaret was also into science alongside her sister and I was like ok I like that which is why her cutie mark is like a cauldron with stuff in it… tell me u see the vision. Weird science instead of academic science. Anyways she’s a pegasus but she doesn’t care for flying much.

2ND PRINCIPAL: so obv she’s a scientist which is how she got her cutie mark as a kid. She was/is really smart in STEM and explored that down the path of child experimentation lol…. She’s a unicorn with moderately strong magic. Alkaline Cure seemed to fit her cause she’s all sciencey and sweet on the outside

1ST PRINCIPAL: he’s actually prob my fav design I did cause he’s soooo cool looking anyways he’s a unicorn with moderately strong magic as well. He mostly uses it to aim guns tho. He got his cutie mark as a kid/teen when he got his affinity for guns. Hornblende is a kind of rock and I named Jerome after rocks so I thought it fit

HALL MONITOR: SMOKEY CAMEO!! So he was actually a blank flank until he got Smokey which is when he realized he loves animals :3 not much to say for him I’m so sorry I’m so tired

STEVIE: Pegasus who’s actually pretty good at flying!! He got his name cause he had a patch of cream colored fur on his chest when he was born that no one in his family had and they were like we gotta name him after this. He got his cutie mark when he got accepted to the internship that led him to be a hall monitor at a kindergarten it shows his commitment to rule following

Magic strongest to weakest:

Dr. Danner

The Janitor

2nd Principal

1st Principal

Flight strongest to weakest:

Stevie

Margaret

That’s it YAAAY I’m so excited to sleep heart ❤️ hope u like it

[19blackbutterfly97-blog]

Twisted Bonds - Part 8

Word Count: 3,359

Warnings: dub-con, fingering(f Rec), dirty talk(English&Russian), cursing, A/B/O dynamics

A.N.: Ngl, I think this is the best smut & smut related scene I've ever written! Anything in Russian with a * next to is translated at the end. I used Google translate so I apologize if anything is wrong. Feel free to correct me! Thank you guys again for the likes& reblogs!!!!

Divider by @k1ssyoursister (my first time using dividers if I tagged wrong please let me know! Thank you!!)

Twisted Bonds Masterlist

As promised, by Monday morning Tony had fixed Alice's computer and gifted her a second monitor for the inconvenience. She was overly pleased with the new set up and immersed herself in her programs. Gentle forest sounds filter in the room from her Bluetooth speaker in the corner. Her fingers tap along the keyboard to the rhythm of crickets chirping in the background. As usual, a pretzel stick is nestled between her teeth. The treat lost its salty flavor a while ago but the fixation forces her to leave it in place. It's early enough in the morning that everyone else is still sleeping. For once Alice is alone and in her element.

Her eyes are trained on a data report on one monitor. It's focus is the different alien species that the Avengers, Asgardians and Guardians of the Galaxy have come into contact with. It's a long list, even when she filtered out the non-hostile species. On the second monitor is a program designed to predict and pinpoint where an invasion could start. Ultron didn't work out the way Tony hoped it would. He at some point admitted there were flaws in its programming but with the recent threat looming on the world he was willing to put up with the possibility of human error. That's where Alice came in.

This is what she's trained for. Long, tedious work; the cases that require a careful eye and full attention. For Alice it's bliss, something to drown out the rest of the world while simultaneously being helpful. Something high stakes like this only makes her double down her efforts to figure out who, when and where.

The ominous threat arrived almost two months ago: EARTH BELONGS TO US.

It was an off world message that made even the usually stone faced Bucky falter for a moment. Nobody liked the idea of a hostile group landing on the planet and taking over. During her briefing Alice fought hard against her initial instincts to cower and hide. It was impressive to say the least when she latched onto the assignment and got to work.

The office door cracking open made Alice peek between the monitors to see who was up this early. A small smile pulled at her lips when she saw a very familiar metal arm reach through the door and flick on the scent blocker sat next to the door. It was well known that the scents of the pack could be distracting to Alice so she usually had it on during the day but she didn't bother with it when she snuck down earlier. Her heart swooned at the action; it's a subtle gesture that shows the super soldier cares. She snickered to herself when the door clicked shut again, leaving her to work in peace.

It's something she's noticed about Bucky. He doesn't show his heart to anyone and he doesn't vocalize his feelings. Bucky has a kaleidoscope personality. Beautiful shapes and colors that are ever changing depending on the person he's with. To most people he's a slate grey case but to those closest to him, he's a myriad of rainbows. Light refractions of his true self bouncing around prisms. Alice was one of the lucky few to get a peek at it. She often wonders if he's showing her parts of himself from the forties, before Hydra and the rest of the world shoved him into darkness and forgot about him.

Alice yawns and reaches for her coffee mug and checks the time, frowning when she finds the cup empty and that it's already eight. She knows most of the team is already awake and knowing her luck, so is Yelena. The sisters have been avoiding each other since their spat Saturday morning after Tony's party. Mostly because instead of giving Bucky his shirt back Alice kept it. The red Henley is nestled perfectly in her bed underneath a mound of pillows. It's the closest Alice has ever gotten to building a nest, let alone accepting anything from an Alpha. Yelena doesn't know but she's highly perceptive and Alice is a terrible liar. Alice knows they'll have to make up at some point because they now have to work together but they're not there yet.

Alice huffs a little and stands up, reaching her hands up to the ceiling to stretch out before grabbing her mug and walking out of her office. It's Sam's turn to cook and she'd never chance missing out on his eggs. It's silly but Sam makes scrambled eggs Gordon Ramsey style and they're perfect every time.

"Good morning everyone!" Alice chirps happily as she walks in the kitchen and beelines to make another cup of coffee.

Bucky hides a smile and slides over the vanilla caramel creamer, it’s her favorite and he knows it. "Hey, babydoll. How'd you sleep?"

"Fine, thanks." Alice smiles and reaches to take the creamer, her face dropping when Steve grabs it instead.

"What time did you get up?"

"Uh... Three."

"How many of these have you already had?"

Alice rolls her eyes. "This would be my second."

"You need some water."

Bucky growls a little and snatches the carton from Steve and hands it back to Alice. "She's fine.” The men glare at each other for a moment while Alice looks between them, holding her breath. The tension in the room is thick enough to cut with a blunt spoon and everyone feels it. After a few more tense moments Alice’s scent sours which causes both of them to step back. An Omega in distress wasn’t what any of them wanted.

“Alright, eggs Gordon style and a big ass bottle of hot sauce for our favorite analyst!” Sam announced, trying to ease the stress in the room. It’s not working but “E” for effort, right? Alice goes shy again and slips past the Alphas who’re still in a silent stand off, abandoning her creamer and coffee mug on the counter. She takes the plate from Sam and moves to sit at the table between Nat and Clint. The group sits around the table, briefly forgetting their breakfasts while watching them.

It’s a joke with everyone that Bucky is the bionic staring machine. If looks could kill, his body count would be in the thousands. Steve has never been on the receiving end of his best friends glare so this is a new experience for him. A lot of things have tried to come between them but an Omega was never part of that equation. At least not until now.

Now, Bucky’s hidden territorial tendencies were pushing to the surface and he didn’t care that he was lowly growling at his best friend and pack lead. All he cared about was that Alice was taken care of.

“Gooood morning, drama club! Who’s got the brain cell today?” Tony laughs as he walks in and grabs a plate from Sam. “Whoa, who pissed off the super soldiers?”

“They did it to each other.” Nat says.

“Ah, of course. Let me guess, the little one fainted?” He chuckles around a bite of eggs.

Alice rolls her eyes and pours some hot sauce on her eggs and takes a bite. She didn't mind Tony but she did mind his now incessant teasing about the situation. It's been an ongoing theme in the tower since the party.

“Oh, for fucks sake. This again?” Yelena scoffs and pushes her way between the Alphas who've barely looked away from each other to this point. “Knock it off. You're both acting like knotheads. You're going to scare her and make her useless the rest of the day.” She grumbles and pushes them away before finishing making Alice's coffee.

“Hey! I resent that remark!” Alice protests.

“Please, you're a scaredy cat and such a bad liar. Here, drink.” Yelena shoves the mug in her hands and plops down next to Nat. “How's the research coming?”

Alice smiles a little and sips her drink. “Fine I guess. I was able to filter out and categorize the species that are most likely to attack us but I can't pinpoint exactly who sent the message. It's still decrypting.”

“So, basically, you have nothing?” Clint asks.

“I have more than you guys did two weeks ago.”

“Touché.”

“Don't you mean douché?” Tony chuckles, the others groan and roll their eyes except for Natasha who laughs along.

“How's training going?” Clint asks, steering the conversation back on track.

“We're not talking about training right now.” Bucky interjects, moving to stand behind Alice's chair like a dark, brooding shadow. “We need the intel more than we need another body on the field.”

“Weren't you the one that insisted she learned basic self defense?”

“I was and she did. So, now she can focus on whatever she needs to.”

For a moment Alice beams with pride as she checks an alert on her phone. Her face drops almost as fast as the fork in her hand. “Fuck! No, damnit Tony! Your computers are shit!” She hollers as she hops up and runs down the hall towards her office, leaving behind her breakfast. The team watches her for a moment before everyone except Bucky and Steve burst out laughing.

Steve rolls his eyes while Bucky stalked over to collect her plate and coffee. “She didn't even eat.” He grumbles before following her.

“Did he just-?” Wanda asks no one in particular.

“An Alpha doing Alpha things.” Nat chuckles, earning a glare from Steve. He had grown attached to Alice and suddenly found himself aggravated that Bucky was not only taking care of her, he was also receiving her attention. He of course just didn't know to what extent yet.

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Again, Alice found herself sitting at her desk, nervously munching on a pretzel stick as she tries to retrieve the data her programs had retrieved earlier in the morning. She's thoroughly distracted and engrossed in her work, grumbling to herself as she digs through the encrypted files she managed to save before everything crashed. She's in a concentrated daze as she works, blocking out the rest of the world outside of her little office.

Bucky smirked and leaned against the doorframe, simply watching her for a moment. He could smell her stress and anxiety and the primal part of his brain wanted nothing more than to soothe her. He wasn't sure where exactly they stood with each other yet, while he liked Alice way more than he ever expected, he didn't want to move too fast and scare her. So far, the only people she seems to be comfortable with are Tony, Steve and Sam… and that's mostly just arguing with them. It wouldn't be the same with Bucky. Admittedly, he didn't want it to be.

Bucky wanted to play the long game. He wanted Alice as a Mate not just a play thing. He didn't want her pissed off or scared or in this case, anxious. Though this specific Omega being anxious had a certain… alluring quality. His eyes focused on the salty treat between her lips. My girl has an oral fixation, I’ll have to help with that sometime. He thinks to himself, feeling his knot come alive.

“That's not breakfast, Lil Bit.” He finally says, pushing off the door frame and setting the plate of eggs on the corner of her desk.

“As of right now it is.” She mumbles around the pretzel, not even sparing him a glance. Her brows furrow in frustration and annoyance as she forces the computer to restart.

Bucky grumbles a little and rounds the desk to stand behind her. He has no idea what he’s looking at while she clicks through menus upon the device’s start up but she’s close again which is all he wanted. Well and for Alice to finish her breakfast which judging by the soured hints on annoyance and frustration in her scent meant that it wasn’t going to happen anytime soon unless he made her. Bucky isn’t above playing mind games or pulling the Alpha card to get her to listen to him. He leans over her, his face in line with her own. His scent gland exposed and oozing leather and oil, invading Alice’s senses just enough to earn a glance. “Wanted to make sure you had your coffee.” He says, smirking at her.

“Thank you.” She breathes out, turning her head just enough to look at him.

He does the same, stormy eyes locking on and holding her attention. “You’re welcome, Lil Bit. I couldn’t let Steve win this one.” He says, wondering if she caught the double meaning to his statement. Bucky takes a few moments to hold her hostage in his unyielding stare, breathing in as much of her essence as he could. She just smelled like home to him and god did he want to feel at home again. “You gotta eat something.”

“I will in a minute.” She answers, her eyes flicking to his lips.

He shakes his head. “Now baby.”

“I’ll be okay.”

Her answer begets a low, throaty growl from him which sends a shiver down her spine and a fresh gush of slick to pool between her legs. He takes notice instantly, his eyes darken as he reaches a hand up to ghost over her collar bone. “Either you eat or I do.” He mutters as his hand lowers, still not touching but Alice can still feel the heat of his skin through her thin sweater.

“I- I have work to do.”

“No, you’re waiting for the computer to start up again.”

“Still part of my job description.”

“Yes, but,” his hand hovers at her stomach for a moment. “The computer doesn’t need attention. You do.”

“No I don’t.” She whines and tilts her head back to look at him.

“Is that so? My pretty girl doesn’t need any attention at all?” He taunts, his warm hands still ghosting over her but still not touching.

“No, I don’t… and I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Oh, are you now?”

Alice squeaks out a yes and turns her head back to the computer, satisfied that it’s actually doing its job right now. “Well, would you look at that? Maybe I’m better at this IT thing than Stark.” She says with a little smirk, thinking that she’s getting out of everything else right now but of course Bucky has other plans.

He smirks as well and lets his hand finally drift down to touch her. The warm weight of his hand sits just over her pelvis. “Wrong answer, ‘Mega.”

Alice’s breath hitches and she tilts her head back with a dumbfounded, lustful look that she’s trying and failing to conceal. Her no-nonsense mask is cracked and they both know it. “D-don’t call me that.” She says in a weak voice.

“That’s what you’re concerned about right now?” She nods her head. “So damn cute, malyshka*.” He mutters, dipping his head to a line down her cheek to her neck.

Alice purrs at the contact but still resists. “Bucky… We can’t, not here.”

“Why not? It’s your office. Nobody’s coming in here, and even if somebody did decide to go across the hall they can’t smell us thanks to your lovely scent blocker device.”

“You have something against my blocker?”

“Only that I can’t smell you when I’m training, especially when I know you’re in here. Drives me nuts.”

“So your solution to that problem is what?”

Bucky smirks and leaves a wet, open mouthed kiss on her scent gland before his hand dives under the waistband of her pajama pants. His fingers expertly find her core and he starts tracing her bundle of nerves. The somewhat sudden intrusion causes Alice’s breath to hitch and her hands fly up to his arm, clinging to the muscles as if it’s the only thing keeping her in the chair. Another wave of slick pools gushes from her as her head tilts back. “Bucky…”

“Tell me to stop, malyshka.”

“No! Don’t please!” She whines and slowly starts to grind her hips against his hand.

Bucky lets out a dark, taunting chuckle and doubles his efforts. “Eto moya devushka*. You’re so worked up already.” He taunts, his hot breath fanning over her flushed skin.

Alice wines again in response. Her mind clouded with lust had already forgotten whatever assignment she’d given herself for the morning. Everything about this was all consuming for her. His touch, his scent, the dirty words in Russian growled in her ear.

Bucky himself could share the sentiment, lost in the lustful abyss formed in the little office. Her whimpers and moans played on repeat, bouncing off the walls, posing as a soundtrack to further his obsession. He knows that sex won’t fix his head, won’t make him feel complete, but the way she looks and sounds when he slips a finger in her heat could almost be enough to make him forget. Even if it’s for a little while. This is his Mate and he’s certain that it won’t take much convincing to get Alice on board with the idea. The image of this Omega, his Omega in his nest, surrounded by his scent, bearing his mark and eventually round with his pups is almost enough for him to pop his knot in the confines of his jeans. He’s hyper-focused on every inch of Alice. The way her lips part, letting out moans and soft spoken pleas, her brows pinch together as he edges her, even the small bead of sweat trailing down the valley of her breasts. She’s so close and he knows it but he’s a bit too much of a sadist to just let her have it. This is about her pleasure of course but he needs to know where her boundaries are. He wants to test her limits, find out what makes her tick. What’ll push her over the edge and beyond.

“Bucky please.” She whines again, louder this time.

Bucky smirks and sucks a hickey on her scent gland before pulling his face away just enough to look at it. A satisfied growl rips through his chest as his left hand comes up to wrap around her throat. He’s not using enough pressure to do anything, he just lets the cool metal rest against her heated skin. “Konchi dlya menya, krasotka.* C’mon Omega, I know you can do it.”

His voice is low and gravelly in Alice’s ear. Her body shakes as he adds another finger and doubles his efforts. His fingers curling and scissoring at a brutal pace, a squelching sound mingles with her moans as she finally breaks loose. Her head flings back against his shoulder as she lets out a loud, nearly pornographic moan. “Alpha!” Her orgasm ripping through her body harsh enough to blur her vision as her walls flutter around his fingers.

Bucky watches her with stars in his eyes, again analyzing every piece of her and filing the information away for later. His fingers slow but continue working her through it. “Takaya khoroshaya devochka. Takoy ideal'nyy dlya menya.* My pretty Omega.” He mutters, leaving soft kisses over her skin and slowly pulls his fingers out of her. He brings them to his mouth and makes a show of lapping up her juices, his eyes practically rolling back in his head. “Fuck… you taste so fuckin’ good, malyshka.”

Alice blushes, slumped back in her chair, watching him. She’s tuned into everything he says and does now. For once her mind is quiet from the usual static of her internal monologue screaming at her about the millions of things she has to do. All that matters right now is the Alpha in front of her and the quietness of her brain that his pleasure brought on. She’s tuned in but zoned out when he kneels down in front of her and says something. She’s not sure what it is until his right arm extends to his side and he snaps a couple times. “Talk to me, baby. You okay?”

Alice nods and flashes a subtle smile. “Mhm, just feel really, really good.”

Bucky huffs out a laugh. “Was that the first time you’ve ever…?”

“Hm? No, just… not to sound cliche or anything but it was the best one.”

That makes a prideful, cocky grin spread wide on Bucky’s face. “Oh, honey… If you thought that was good then we’re going to have a lot of fun together.”

*1: Malyshka- Baby/Babygirl.

*2: Eto moya devushka- That’s my girl.

*3: Konchi dlya menya, krasotka- cum for me, pretty girl.

*4: Takaya khoroshaya devochka. Takoy ideal'nyy dlya menya.- Such a good girl. So perfect for me.

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The Daughter's Return: Part 3

Chapter 3: Changes

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Ace was with you in your dreams, standing and staring at the sea. 

“Where do we go from here?” you asked, looking at him. 

His brows knitted together in confusion. “What do you mean? Dinner’s on the stove. The baby is still asleep, so-”

“The baby?”

Ace laughed. “Our baby. Don’t you remember?”

“I-” Canonfire in the distance cut off your sentence, and you could see fear all over Ace's face. 

“Go hide,” he said. “I’ll hold them off.”

You raced to the house in the distance; somehow you knew it was yours. You felt nauseous at the thought of being so careless. Of leaving your child alone. 

You were at the front door, stomach churning full of worry, when you woke with a start. Unfortunately, the nausea carried over from the dream. 

Ace woke to your clamoring over him, racing to the bathroom. You barely made it before you began dry heaving into the toilet, only bile coming up. You had thrown everything else up the night before. 

Ace quickly joined you, patting your back and holding you steady. 

“Y/N,” Ace said. 

“I know.” A pit formed in your stomach. You knew what was coming, knew how your life was going to change. “Let’s go see Marco.”

He gave you a smile of relief, thankful he wasn’t going to have to fight you on the matter.

But it didn’t really matter anymore. You knew what was making you sick. And there wasn’t a cure for it. Not an easy one, at least. 

The two of you walked hand in hand to the clinic, where Marco was working in his office. 

“Hi,” you said, smiling at him nervously. “You can run your stupid tests now.”

“You’re still sick?” Marco asked, raising an eyebrow in suspicion. 

“She threw up last night after dinner and this morning,” Ace answers, helping you sit on the examination table. 

Marco sighed, and you could tell he was disappointed that you let this go on for so long. “Any nausea?” He snapped on his gloves and prepared some vials for blood drawing. “Fever?”

“Yes,” you answered. “To both, I think.”

Marco raised an eyebrow, shooting a look at Ace, but Ace only shrugged. 

Marco handed you a sea prism stone to hold while he took your blood, and you suddenly felt very drained. The sea prism was the only way for devil fruit users to get their blood drawn effectively, but you still hated the process.

He hooked you up to a monitor, and gave you a liquid IV to help with your fluids, and then drew some blood from your arm. 

It was quick and painless, but you could feel your stomach churning with anticipation at the results. Your life was about to shift. And there was nothing you could do to stop it.

A piece of you was still hopeful. Maybe it was a fluke. Maybe you really were just sick. But on the other hand, a baby was something that you could be excited for. And dread. You weren’t sure which answer you hoped for, and you considered flipping Izou’s coin to find out. 

“Should have preliminary results in about two hours. So just rest and-”

“Marco!” A panicked voice screamed as a man entered the clinic, his eyes desperately searching for the first commander. “We need you. Now.” 

The urgency in his voice made your heart rate spike, and the monitor next to your bed began to beep excessively.

“What’s going on?” He asked, turning off the machine. An eerie silence covered the room for a moment. 

“It’s bad,” he said. “It’s Thatch. He’s-”

You didn’t hear the rest of it. You ripped the wires and tubes from your body and took off across the ship, sprinting as fast as you could across the deck. 

You followed the crowd, pushing your way through and burning people to force them to let you through. You were heading for the commander’s hall. The sea of people got thicker, but you continued pushing, pushing, pushing. 

Suddenly you saw Izou and Curiel standing in front of the crowd, blocking anyone from going any further. 

“What’s happening?” you yelled, trying to make your voice heard over the panic happening around you. 

“Turn around,” Izou said strictly. “Go back to the deck and wait.”

“Like hell!” you screamed, pushing past Izou. “Let me through! Let me see him!”

Curiel grabbed your arm and pushed you back into the sea of people. “Go back!” he shouted. “Just listen for once!”

“No!” you screamed, pushing again. This time when Curiel grabbed you, you turned your temperature as high as it could go, burning him the instant he touched you. 

You took the split second he pulled away to dart between the two men and broke through their barrier, rushing towards the commander's hall. Rushing towards Thatch. 

Fossa grabbed you as you sprinted through the common room, racing for Thatch’s room. You tried to burn him as well, but he resisted your heat with armament haki and held you firm in his grip.

“Trust me kid, just stay put.” His voice was tight, and it made you pause. You had never seen Fossa show fear or pain, but it was written all over his face now. 

You couldn’t move. You couldn’t breathe. “What happened?” you asked. 

Jozu and Vista emerged from Thatch’s room with solemn looks on their faces. They shook their heads. 

“He’s gone,” Vista said. “Looks like it happened last night. He’s been like that for a while.”

“Dude,” Fossa hissed, tightening his grip as you tried to break free.

“Let me go,” You shrieked, and everyone seemed to simultaneously realize you were there. 

“Fuck, kid.” Jozu’s eyes widened. “What are you doing here? How’d you get through?”

“Thatch!” you screamed, still desperately trying to pull free from Fossa’s grip. “Let me go! Thatch!”

Marco suddenly appeared behind you, and Ace following closely behind him. 

“Where is he?” they both asked, searching the crowd. 

“Marco-” Vista glanced over at you. “He’s in here. Let’s talk somewhere else.”

“How bad is it?” Marco asked. 

Vista and Jozu just shook their heads, and Marco’s entire body deflated in defeat.  

No. If Marco was giving up, then it was bad. Your heart rate drummed in your chest, sending your body into survival mode.

You kicked Fossa in the shin, and then punched him in the stomach. You knew you should’ve apologized, but you didn’t care. You only cared about Thatch. 

His grip slackened from the pain, and you yanked your arm out of his grip, dashing towards Thatch’s room. 

“No!” Jozu shouted, trying to grab you. But you were too quick, and you skillfully dodged away and in through the door. 

The moment you stepped inside, you could smell death. You froze, your blood running ice cold, but your eyes scanned the room. 

It was a scene of horror, you quickly realized. The blood across the mattress was dark and partially dried. And Thatch…oh Thatch. His once jolly and bright face was now pale and dull, his skin looking more like wax than flesh. Deep lacerations covered his entire chest, his shirt covered in tears and cuts. This was a personal and brutal attack. An attack against a person you loved so dearly.  

It was too late. You knew that. You weren’t stupid. The amount of blood alone was enough for you to know. Thatch was dead. He had been for a while.

“No,” you whispered, tears filling your eyes. “Who did this to you?”

You sat next to him on the bloodied bed, not caring about dirtying your clothes. Nothing mattered. Thatch was gone. 

“I’m pregnant,” you whispered, tears streaming out of your eyes and down your cheeks. “I think. Ace doesn’t know. We were about to find out, but then-” you choked on your words, starting to sob now. 

“Where is he?” Your father’s voice boomed as he stepped in the door. He saw you sitting on the bed, sobbing as you looked over at him. You quickly wiped your eyes, trying to pull yourself together. 

“Please don’t make me go.” Your voice broke as you spoke, your eyes silently pleading with him. “Please let me stay.”

Your father looked at you for a few moments, and then nodded in acceptance. 

He turned to the men at the door. “Everyone needs to report to their rooms and stay there until further notice. Commanders, enforce it. Anyone who disobeys is disobeying a direct order from me.” 

Fossa and Vista stared at you, waiting for you to move and follow orders. But you couldn’t move away from Thatch. You couldn’t leave him.

“She’s fine,” your father said. “Leave us.”

The men left you alone with your father, who said nothing as he watched you. 

It was all you could do to keep it together. You couldn’t start crying again. If your father had any suspicion you wouldn’t be able to handle this, he’d send you away. And you couldn’t leave Thatch. 

“He was alone all night,” you whispered. “Nobody even knew.”

“Curiel said he heard some commotion late last night.” Your father sighed, covering his face with his hand. “He just thought it was Thatch coming in drunk.”

He was crying. You had been around him enough to be able to tell from the slight change in his voice. But you didn’t say anything. If you spoke anymore, you probably would start crying again as well.

Instead, you reached out and grabbed Thatch’s hand. Even if he was gone, you wanted him to know you were here. 

That’s when you found it. A few black, wiry hairs, firmly gripped in his fist. 

You let out an involuntary gasp, pieces starting to click into place. You had passed the murderer last night, and he had said something about a dream. A dream that involved a devil fruit.

“Teach.” You breathed out. “It was Teach.”

Whitebeard stared at the hairs. “That’s a big accusation, Y/N. You might want to go off more than-“

“We passed him in the hallway last night,” you said. “He said something about being closer to his goal. He-”

You scanned the room, and then got up and began searching all of Thatch’s drawers and cabinets. 

“It’s not here,” you mumbled, your voice raising in panic. “It’s not here!”

“Y/N,” Whitebeard said. “What isn’t-”

“Thatch’s devil fruit!” you screeched, your hysteria rising. “His devil fruit is gone! The one he found!”

There’s no way Teach would kill for one fruit. There were plenty of them on the Grand Line. You had found one and offered it to him once before, but he turned it down. What could he want with a simple purple fruit?

“He killed-” you broke into a sob, unable to contain yourself, still slamming drawers as you searched. “He killed him over a fruit? No. No! There has to be more! There has to be another reason! His death can’t be so meaningless that it’s over a stupid fruit!”

You fell to your knees and covered your face and cried, unable to contain yourself. You could feel your body temperature rising, steam emitting from you. You could feel yourself gasping for air, just trying to breathe. The room was closing in on you.  

None of this was fair. Thatch was a good person. And now he was dead. There had to be a bigger reason. 

“Marco! I need you in here!” Your father called, and the medic rushed in. You saw him stagger at the door as he assessed the scene that laid out in front of him, and then he kneeled down next to you. 

“We need to get you out of this room, kid.” Marco said. His voice was even, but you could see tears in his eyes. “It’s not good for-”

“I can’t leave him,” you sobbed, pulling away from him and trying to crawl back towards the bed. “He never left me. I can’t- Marco. I can’t-'' You clutched at your chest, your breaths becoming low and rapid. You could feel yourself hyperventilating as you began to think about your future without Thatch. He had always been there. You didn’t know life without him. You didn’t want to.

You knew you had to calm yourself down. Slow, long breaths were what you were supposed to be doing, but you couldn’t get enough air to do them. If you kept panicking like this, you wouldn't be any help to anyone. And yet, Thatch was dead, and you felt like your heart was going to explode. 

“Ace,” you heard your father call, and your eyes waited at the doorway for him to appear. 

Ace suddenly appeared, his eyes focused on you. “Yes sir?”

Marco took out a needle and flicked it a few times. “This might pinch a little bit.”

“She’ll be fine. Go look in your division cabins for Teach,” Whitebeard said. “I want an immediate report.”

Ace nodded. You could see his eyes full of pain before looking back at your father. “Yes sir.”

You felt a small pinch, and the world went black.

--

Only a few minutes must’ve passed, because when you woke up, there was still chaos. You were now out in the commander’s common room, laying down on the couch. You kept your eyes closed at first, trying to listen for any reports. 

“Pops, I know what they both said they saw, but Teach is one of our oldest members,” Blamenco whispered. “And he was under division two. There's something to be said about-”

“Blamenco, son.” Your father’s voice was dangerous. “Be very careful about how you proceed with that sentence.”

“Well-” Blamenco stammered, trying to backtrack. “I wasn’t insinuating anything. I was just…”

“Division One is accounted for,” Marco said. You could hear his footsteps approaching you. “Is she awake yet? I didn’t give her much.”

���Not yet.” Ace’s voice was soft, and you almost flinched. You hadn’t realized he was there. “So every division is accounted for except for ours.”

“And only one person is missing from your division?” Your father clarified.

“Yeah. Teach.”

“I’m going,” you groaned, rubbing your eyes as you opened them. 

“Now hang on-” Marco said. “Nobody said anything about-”

“Teach didn’t follow the rules, and he killed a commander. He killed a brother.” Ace stood to his feet. “I’m going to make it right. I’ll be back soon.”

You grabbed his hand as he walked away, pulling him back to you. “I’m going,” you said more firmly. 

“I dunno, Ace.” Your father looked around the room nervously. “I think we need to let it go. I’ve got a bad feeling about this one.”

So did you, to be honest. Something felt off. But you had to get justice for Teach. If you showed even a sign of doubt, Ace would go without you. 

“We can’t let Teach get away with this,” you argued. “It’s our code. There has to be consequences.”

Your father frowned, looking at the two of you. “It’s a bad idea.”

“So Thatch will never get justice?!” Ace shouted. He was finally starting to crack, you could see it. But you wouldn’t comment on it until later, when you were alone. 

“Please, dad,” you begged. “The two of us can do it.”

Ace whipped his head around and looked at you, baffled by your words. “You are not going.”

“Like hell! Yes I am!”

“No. You’re not.”

“Yes I am!” You scoffed. “What happened to being equals like you promised?”

You saw your father and Marco shoot a look of “I told you so” to Ace, but they said nothing. 

Ace shook his head. “I’ll take care of Teach. I’m his division commander.”

“And I’m your strategist. So unless you have a plan, I’m coming.”

“I’d actually feel better if the two of you went,” your father admitted, but his eyes were directly on Ace. “Just keep each other safe.”

“Deal,” you said. You understood what he meant. Ace was reckless and preferred to do things the dangerous way. It would be up to you to protect him. You could do that. You would keep him alive, no matter what. 

The two of you quickly prepared a small amount of rations and clothes and grabbed a few thousand berries, and then you jumped into Ace’s Striker. You just had to get into the water, and then those results from Marco’s tests wouldn’t matter anymore. You could ignore them for another week or so. This would probably be your last mission for a while, but at least it was with Ace. 

“Let’s go,” you said, and you began to be lowered down. 

Marco’s eyes widened as he saw you leaving, realization hitting him. “Wait! Pops, hang on! Don’t let her go!”

“Stop!” Your father called. “Marco, what it is?”

The ropes stopped their descent. You knew if Marco saw those results, you wouldn’t get off the ship again for at least another year. You couldn’t bear the thought of Ace doing this without you. You needed to do this. For Thatch. 

You reached up and burned the ropes, dropping you and Ace down into the sea below. Ace shot you a confused look as the two of you struggled to hold on to the small boat as it collided with the water. 

“Did you forget we’ll drown if we fall in!?” Ace shouted. 

“Go!” you yelled back. Ace heard the urgency in your voice and immediately obeyed, roaring the engine to life and kicking the two of you off into the horizon. 

You couldn’t look back. You knew you’d only see disappointment, and people arguing whether they should stop you or not. 

You managed to keep your nausea under control, only throwing up over the boat once, so discreetly that Ace didn’t even notice it. It was clear he was deep in thought, his mind a million miles from you. 

The two of you were silent for almost half the day. It wasn’t until the sun was setting that Ace spoke.

“Wanna tell me why you burned the ropes?” He pulled out a sandwich and handed you half, but you declined. It didn’t feel right eating food that wasn’t made by Thatch, and you still felt sick to your stomach. 

You knew you had to tell him. It wasn’t fair to keep this information from him. Even if you could keep it from the crew, you couldn’t keep it from Ace.

And yet, you knew once he found out, everything would change. He would be angry and hurt, he may not even want you around anymore. You weren’t ready for the repercussions of that yet. 

“Marco wouldn’t have let me leave if he checked those test results. And I need to be on this mission. I need to-” your voice broke, and you couldn’t bring yourself to continue talking about it. 

The boat engine died, and you could feel Ace’s eyes on you, full of worry. “You’re really starting to scare me,” he said. “What’s going on?”

“It might be nothing.”

Ace bit his lip, clearly wanting to argue, but he decided against it. “There’s an island not too far from here. We’ll reach it by tonight. We’ll go to the clinic first thing tomorrow to have a doctor check on you.”

“Okay,” you whispered. A pit in your stomach formed, knowing you couldn’t keep up your facade much longer. You could only hope that Ace wouldn’t loathe you when he found out.

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date: july 10 2025. started: 3:30am ended: 7:49pm

sorry for the spam. i can't sleep and since it's so late ik if i got to sleep now i'll sleep all day. going to watch a movie with a friend friday if everything goes well.

I'm trying to figure out why my games lag. it's not an internet issue, so it may be a pc issue.

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𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ name: the unified defense command of tesrvenkodria (UDCF) ꪆৎ 𓂃 › motto: “balance, strength, and spark” ꪆৎ 𓂃 › type: technomagical armed forces — a blend of traditional military structure, elite aura warriors, and magical warfare doctrine. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › headquarters: fort prismara, located atop an ancient leyline convergence point. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › military status: voluntary, non-conscription-based

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ enlistment age: ꪆৎ 𓂃 › standard entry: 19+ ꪆৎ 𓂃 › early entry: 16–17 with parental/guardian permission ꪆৎ 𓂃 › specialized entry: 18+ if secondary education is complete

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ respect & prestige: consistently ranks in national surveys as the most trusted institution, admired for both strength and integrity.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ representation: ꪆৎ 𓂃 › women comprise 48% of active military, dominating roles such as snipers, aerial units, aura specialists, and strategists. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › high presence of coed elite units, especially among aura-enhanced forces. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › equal respect for magical and non-magical personnel, though aura-users are often fast-tracked to specialized units. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › significant female presence in elite units, especially as snipers, reconnaissance specialists, high-mobility scouts, and combat pilots.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ multicultural recruitment policy—tesrvenkodria encourages international immigrants and “mana-exiles” to serve in exchange for full citizenship.

*ೃ༄defense & security

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ military divided into: ꪆৎ 𓂃 › magistrate guard (aura-users only; B-Class or higher; elite tactical and international enforcement) ꪆৎ 𓂃 › civil protection corps (mixed magical/non-magical urban defense units) ꪆৎ 𓂃 › the veilwatch (espionage, anti-fusion threat detection, legendary phenomena monitoring)

all B-S Class aura users are required to register for a national service program by age 17, often placed in internships, research labs, civil defense, or military education pipelines.

*ೃ༄military command structure

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ supreme commander: the prime archon (civilian oversight) 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ operational command: the council of arms, led by the high marshal, a career military official (appointed every 10 years, must be B5 class or higher)

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ advisors include: ꪆৎ 𓂃 › spectral strategist-general (magical warfare) ꪆৎ 𓂃 › chief of integrated forces ꪆৎ 𓂃 › head of veteran affairs and convergence rehabilitation ꪆৎ 𓂃 › magitek commander (technology-aura synergy)

✧˖*°࿐military branches

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ each branch has both standard and arcano-military divisions

✦ TESRVENKODRIA ARMY

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ called: tesrvenkodria army  𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ the ground combat force; largest branch. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ specializes in traditional and magical warfare, urban suppression, leyfield deployment, and terrain-altered combat. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ aura combat infantry (ACI) battalions use elemental and enhancement auras in frontline assault. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ golem lancers: use technomagical exo-suits powered by personal auras. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ terrain flux corps: engineer units that manipulate terrain using earth/water-based auras.

✦ TESRVENKODRIA NAVY

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ called: prism navy 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ modern fleet with hybrid propulsion and spectral hull shielding. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ tidecallers: aura-based naval mages who can control currents, obscure ships with mist/fog, or reinforce hulls. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ specialized in coastal defense, ocean leyline mapping, deep-sea artifact recovery, and anti-piracy black ops. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ ships were often crewed by a mix of aura users and conventional sailors. common aura types: water, wind, metal, lightning.

✦ TESRVENKODRIA AIR FORCE

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ called: skyguard air force

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ known for its prism jet program, which combines next-gen stealth aircraft with aura-charged weaponry.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ skyflare pilots: aura-infused ace fliers who sync with their aircraft magically. required to have at least C4-class precision.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ flightwitch units: magical aerial recon units, capable of levitating solo or with gear; often used in spycraft and stealth bombing.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ women are notably dominant in elite pilot schools, especially among “Vector” and “Starlight” squadrons.

✦ TESRVENKODRIA COASTAL GUARD

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ called: spectral coast command

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ handles shoreline patrols, mana contraband interception, and coastal rescue ops.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ functions in collaboration with the convergence authority for relic smuggling and aura trafficking interdiction.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ equipped with seabind patrol cutters: small fast ships with aura-dampening fields.

✦ TESRVENKODRIA SPACE & LEYLINE COMMAND

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ called: celestial corps

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ oversees orbital defense, leyline satellites, and mana relay stations.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ experimental division tied to Spectral Energy Expansion Projects (SEEP).

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ includes cosmanauts, magically-trained astronauts tasked with protecting satellites or operating in magical voids.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ researches aura behavior in vacuum conditions, ley-anchored orbital networks, and “mana warp tunnels” (magical transport experiments).

✦ TESRVENKODRIA AURA GUARD

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ called: national spectral guard

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ functions like a national guard, activated in times of crisis, natural disaster, or magical catastrophe.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ trained in aura-rescue, containment fields, tone disruption protocols, and civilian evacuation.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ integral to harmony court operations, where civil-military cooperation is needed for aura trauma cases or public instability events.

✦ TESRVENKODRIA MARINE CORE

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ called: leyguard marines 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ amphibious rapid response and leyline-pulse deployment teams. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ train to fight across multi-environmental magical zones: oceanic trenches, deep forest leybanks, corrupted zones. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ highly feared, legendary for aura-forged blade tactics and psi-seal breaching drills. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ rapid deployment and amphibious ops unit. Used in crises, special warfare, and ley-zone incursions. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ masters of close-quarters combat, short-range aura burst deployment, and ritual breach tactics (using magic to enter sealed or fortified zones). 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ often the first responders to magical flare events or foreign incursions.

✧˖*°࿐special forces

✦ prism division

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ the most elite magical-black ops force in Tesrvenkodria. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ operates domestically and internationally. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ all members are S-Class or high-A-Class aura users, recruited through a voluntary blind trial known as “The Mirror Path.” დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ missions include: ꪆৎ 𓂃 › international magical hostage rescue ꪆৎ 𓂃 › political aura infiltration ꪆৎ 𓂃 › cataclysm-class threat removal ꪆৎ 𓂃 › artifact retrieval in hostile zones

✦ echo vantablack

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ specialized covert unit that blends shadow auras, espionage, and illusion magics. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ includes elite hackers, saboteurs, and assassins trained in non-lethal takedown of corrupted aura users. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ gender-integrated; famed for its “Silent Six”, an all-female black ops team responsible for stopping a 2031 coup attempt.

✦ sentinel knights

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ formerly ceremonial, now revived as high-tier aura warriors who ride ley-powered motor platforms. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ paladin-like defenders of national leylines and ritual sites. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ equipped with resonant relic armor and “True Crystal” blades keyed to their aura.

✦ horizon watch

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ border surveillance and magical anomaly response team. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ handles strange auras crossing borders, flare-creatures, and foreign leyfield incursions. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ mixed aura users and mundane sharpshooters.

✦ veil command (special forces)

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ elite mixed-force branch akin to Navy SEALs or Delta Force. another special forces classification.  𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ members must have at least B4 classification or proven aura-supplemented combat ability. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ operations: high-risk rescues, black ops, foreign magical infiltration, artifact recovery, assassination of rogue S-Class entities. დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ sub-units include: ꪆৎ 𓂃 › nightglass division – urban stealth, espionage, assassinations. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › ironwave – heavy assault black ops. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › glint seraphs – aura healers/combat medics deployed in extreme conditions. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › phase echo – operate within alternate realities or temporal anomalies.

*ೃ༄magic military integration

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ all recruits with auras undergo aura combat aptitude testing (ACAT).

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ combat roles determined by: ꪆৎ 𓂃 › power class ꪆৎ 𓂃 › control class ꪆৎ 𓂃 › tone Stability ꪆৎ 𓂃 › resonance compatibility (with artifacts, leyfield armor, etc.) 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ control > power in most field units—reckless aura bursts are liabilities. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ non-aura soldiers undergo resistance infusion therapy to resist flare backlash.

*ೃ༄training and military academies

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ core academies: ꪆৎ 𓂃 › citadel lux – main officer training center, hosts the crucible of balance, a four-year integration program of aura mastery and strategic leadership. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › stratos high command college – trains pilots, airspace mages, and cosmanauts. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › tidecore academy – naval academy with aura-augmented survival and naval combat courses. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › tesrvenkodria strategic combat academy (TSCA): premier military school for aura warriors and tacticians. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › forgehold barracks: located underground at the core of a dormant volcano, used to train in extreme ley-pressure zones. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › silvershade range: specialized sniper and scout training grounds; women hold 70% of top marksmanship records.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ aura requirements: ꪆৎ 𓂃 › most combat-focused positions require C-Class or higher, but non-magic recruits are valued for tech roles, logistics, and conventional strategy.

*ೃ༄culture and veteran affairs

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ military culture 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ soldiers are viewed as defenders of balance, not just of land or people. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָꪆৎ uniforms include tone-indicator ribbons and allow minor personalized charm-attachments (honoring spiritual identity).

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ public celebrations include: ꪆৎ 𓂃 › day of the shield (october 1st): celebrates peace through strength. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › celestial remembrance week: honors those lost in magical operations.

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ veteran affairs ꪆৎ 𓂃 › excellent care network with spectral rehabilitation hospitals for aura damage, emotional trauma, and physical injury. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › integrated housing programs for transitioning into civilian life. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › post-service scholarships, magic license transition programs, and civil service fast-tracking. ꪆৎ 𓂃 › veterans maintain partial aura registry status—allowing limited use for self-defense or licensed employment.

*ೃ༄veteran care and post-military support

დ࿐ ‎˗ˋ veterans receive tiered lifelong support, including: ꪆৎ 𓂃 › full healthcare (physical and aura trauma) ꪆৎ 𓂃 › state housing stipends ꪆৎ 𓂃 › career training for civil or academic roles ꪆৎ 𓂃 › access to spectral rebalancing retreats for tone-fatigue and mana burnout ꪆৎ 𓂃 › mentorship roles in national youth development programs ꪆৎ 𓂃 › honored veteran status (HVS) is awarded to combat-tested members of elite units, granting public honors, memorial funding, and civic voice positions.

note: honestly, the aesthetic is kind of like modern x magic military ig. lowkey wuwa x pgr x girlsfrontline x hi3. since the hollow pulse, guns are used, but so are other weapons connected to one's aura. for example, like swords or bows, etc.

@reverieshifts @lalalian

[ev-rebound]

Sonic Prime Rewrite: Chapter 1 New places Familar Faces

The sounds of badnicks being bashed, lasers and rockets flying, and eggmans laughter echoes throughout the cave. “You’re all too late! The prism is mine!” The hand of his latest mech is gripped tightly around the large gem about to be pulled out at any moment. “Heh! I’m never late egghead!” Sonic curls up and spin dashes at the Prism, “Sonic wait-”

The blue blur hits the gem. He hears it shatter. Then everything goes white. 

-

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Sonic falls from the sky and curls up bouncing off a dumpster and hits a wall across from it, “Ughh…” he groans as he slides onto the ground. He sits there slumped against the wall for a moment then jumps to his feet looking around frantically. “Tails! Amy! Knuckles…Rouge?” Where was everyone? And why was everything so dark with neon, and ugh that smell smog, Sonic coughs not at all used to this kind of air, -ugh not even Station Square is this bad- Sonic frowns and zips up to the roof of one of the buildings and gasps at what he sees.

It's as if he’s back with Chip staring at eggmanland just now transformed into an entire city! People walk around miserable and breathing on dirty air, factories can be seen in the distance producing endless smog. Monorails with bullet trains speed past, egg drones patrol the streets, and off in the center of the city sits a massive egg, the castle holding the tyrant responsible for all this. The only lights in the city are the neon lights flashing eggmans signal, Sonic’s quills bristle and he growls at the sight, clenching his fists.

“How long was I out for?! Doesn’t matter! I’m here and I’m taking this straight to the top!” 

He gets into a running position, eyes narrowed and takes off…then he slips, “WOAHHH!” Sonic rolls onto his back as his feet slip out from under him alongside the sound of crackling and the smell of burning shoe leather. “What the…” Sonic sits up and looks at his shoes they were burning!

Sort of.

The soles glow a bright white and crackle with an energy that burns the leather. Sonic groans, “Seriously?!” He stands hands on his hips as he looks at his shoes and he sighs, “Guess I’m skating…if Shadow can do it so can I!” He takes off again this time trying to mimic the movements of his rival with minimal success. At least Sonic was staying on his feet this time around he “skates” across the rooftops eyes sweeping the streets and rooftops for any dangers. -Where are the others…? Oh no, were they captured?! I need to hurry- he tries to run again and ends up slipping for his efforts. Right off the rooftop and into an egg drone, the pair crash land into the ground. The egg drone is crushed and Sonic stands on shaky legs with a hand on his head, “W-Well that's one way to handle a badnik…huh?” he notices that no animals pop out of the robot, “That's new…”

He looks around and notices people staring for a moment before getting back to their depressed shuffling. -hm…- Sonic doesn’t get much time to think as a siren blares and more egg drones make their way towards them. Sonic grins and takes off keeping his balance, “Catch me if you can egghead!” -

Meanwhile a dark figure stands in front of a wall of monitors watching as a blue blur zips past every camera too fast for them to get a clear picture. And too strong for the egg drones to stay on its tail for long without getting bashed. She presses a button on the control panel below the monitors and says in an emotionless voice,

 “Omega, your services are required”

-Next-

[tumatawa]

I should get those prism glasses that people are using for knitting to help my back when drawing. That way I can efficiently stare down at my screenless tablet and never look at my monitor again

[klbwriting]

Broken Prism

Chapter 24

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warnings: descriptions of mutilation, slight torture, body horror

Summary: the Batfamily interrogates their prisoner and he leads them to a horrifying sight and you are done with everything, including Jason

Dick and Bruce strung the Professor Pyg knock off in a corner room off the garage on a chain, facing the wall so he couldn’t identify where he was at. They were going to take him to the GCPD but wanted to ask their own questions first, so they used the chain from the ceiling and secured his hands, searching him using a kind of x-ray gun based on Superman’s powers. He had a tracking device installed in his bicep, so Tim shorted it out using a less than kind electric shock. The man didn’t react. They tried to pull off the mask, but it didn’t move, it was sewn into his skin. Jason couldn’t lie, that was smart but gross. The bag Pyg had been carrying sat on a lab table near by being investigated by Dick and YN. The hearts of those at the bar were inside.

“Are you part of the group that has been committing the murders around the city aimed at Red Hood?” Batman asked. The man nodded. “Tell us everything you know, or this experience will be less pleasant than it already is.” There came a laugh from under the mask.

“I do not care about unpleasantness Bruce Wayne,” he said. The air seemed to go out of the room. Even though everyone was aware that this group knew who they were to hear one speak the name of Batman out loud was still a shock. It still made them freeze and look around, wondering who had let the secret out, whose fault it was that they were now targets, not their alter egos. “You may all remove your masks; we know all of you.”

“And who is we?” Batman asked, keeping his cowl in place. Pyg let out another laugh. This whole situation was apparently hilarious to the creature. Batman balled his fist and threw it, hitting him in the face. The mask sustained more damage, a tear showing just a hint of pallid skin beneath it. Other that a sharp exhale at the impact of the punch there was no other indication something happened. No grunt of pain, no increase of heartrate on Tim’s monitors, nothing. It was like he didn’t feel it.

“We are those who want to see how far we can push the Hood, we knew he was from the Wayne family, but we were very surprised to see that he was the long thought dead Jason Todd. What kind of man comes back from the dead? What does that do to the mind? The Doctor is very interested in what will make him break, especially now that his quest for the blood of his killer is complete. What else matters now? The children he wants to spare? The old friends he used to have before death? The new brother from after his return? Perhaps his new fiancé? Will see be the final piece to destroy him? The doctor is not so sure. He wants to talk to the Red Hood, really understand how he ticks,” the voice behind the mask said. Batman frowned.

“Where is this doctor? I’ll pay him a visit,” Jason said, getting tired of this guy’s attitude. He hated this dramatic monologue bullshit. The Pyg looked at him. “He wants to chat tell me where he is.”

“O you will not find him, he will find you when he wants. You cannot even enter his office only we few have the privilege. And he is always watching,” he said. Jason nodded and aimed a gun at the Pyg’s head.

“Always watching? Think whatever camera he’s watching from will work with a bullet in there?” he asked, snarling. Batman shot him a look.

“Red Hood, we’re not done with him,” he said. Jason snarled but put the gun away, turning to pace. He was starting to feel caged, the pit rage burning through his veins, dying to be released. He could feel himself starting to lose control. His eyes found YN like they always did in these situations, and she looked back at him. He watched her, seeing her slow her breathing, his matching it. He was burning still but it had dulled just a little at the sight of her face. It was enough for him to keep control of himself for now.

“He does have a transmitter in the mask, but if I short it out the shock will kill him,” Tim said, still looking at his tablet. Jason shrugged.

“Seems like a win-win to me,” he grumbled. Batman once again gave him a disapproving look, but Jason didn’t care. He was too angry to worry about Bruce’s moral code at the moment. When he got his hands on these guys they were dead, all of them.

“All this time this is taking, such a waste,” Pyg said. “I already decided to dieeeeeee,” he sang out, now swinging on the chain that held him up. “It’s slow and it’s burning me from the inside out, but it’s giving us time.”

“Time for what?” Dick asked, looking up from cataloging the heart evidence.

“The Wayne family isn’t the only family involved. There is also YN and her little family, the one she left alone and so very vulnerable. Do you think they need you now? Those you called your sisters?” Pyg asked. YN’s face paled. There was a laugh from behind the mask that started to sound like gurgling, then the Pyg fell silent.

“He’s dead,” Tim said. He started trying to track a feed location from the camera and dug the tracker out his bicep. “I’m going to fix this, see if I can get the last location from this too.”

“I need to go see if Jocelyn and Aura are alright,” YN said, face pale. She ran out of the room, getting into the McLaren and leaving before even Jason could catch up. He hopped on his bike and followed.

You ran up the stairs, the elevator seeming too slow. You approached the door and your breath hitched, seeing the door cracked just a little. It opened to a horror scene and everything in your world seemed to stop. There was a buzzing in your ear, your eyes couldn’t focus. Blood was everywhere. Jocelyn lay on the couch, reclined like she was watching TV, hand even holding the remote. Only the skin of her face was missing, her chest ripped open, a gaping hole where her heart should have been. Aura was at the table, bowl in front of her, both hearts in it. Her face was also missing. You smelled something burning but couldn’t get your mind to think process anything beyond the sight of your best friends, dead and posed like dolls in some sick playhouse. You weren’t sure when you fell to your knees, you didn’t feel the pain of them hitting linoleum. You didn’t even know when Jason got there, his arms suddenly around you as he tried to pull you back out the door. You let out a cry as he yanked you out, gripping you close as everything finally slammed into you. The buzzing had been the beeping of the smoke alarm from the burning faces on the stove. The smell the melting flesh of your friends’ identities stolen from them. The floor had a message in their blood.

We will take everything from you Red Hood

You looked at yourself, seeing blood on your clothes from you kneeling in it. You let out a cry of horror. You didn’t care when the blood on you was from yourself, but this was your best friends, your sisters. Jason hugged you again, whispering anything in your ear to try and calm you. After several minutes you finally were able to gain some control of yourself, just in time for the GCPD to arrive.

“YN,” Jim said softly, looking at you as his investigators entered the apartment. You stared at him, still not sure if everything that was happening was real or not. “YN, let’s go downstairs.” You nodded slowly and followed him, your brain moving quickly as you started to think of a plan that Jason would hate but considering they wanted to break him it might be the only way to find these monsters.

Jason had been quiet driving you back to the cave. He had said he would get his bike later, now he just wanted you safe. You stared straight ahead, mind empty of everything but the sight of Jocelyn and Aura, mutilated and humiliated in their deaths in a way that would never leave you. You could never imagine closing your eyes again without seeing that destruction. You wondered when you would stop smelling their blood mixed with the burning flesh on the stove. You needed a shower, but there would be time for that later. You needed to end this.

Dick was there to help you out of the car when you were back in the garage. You heard Jason get out and he took of his helmet. You rounded on him, fury in your eyes.

“THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!” you screamed, eyes blazing. Jason stood, shocked, staring at you, first confused, then hurt. “They were innocent, and you let them…they tortured them Jason all because you had to go after Joker!” You walked over, fist balling, until you were close enough to throw it at his face. He reeled from the unexpected impact.

“YN…I didn’t mean for this to happen…” he said, trying to scramble, think of anything to make you stop. You knew this would kill him, but you needed to do this.

“You didn’t mean for it to happen? Or course not Jason, you never do anything, everything just happens to you. You don’t mean for me to get kidnapped by Black Mask and drown, you just stupidly showed up at my door, leading them to me! And Poison Ivy? If you had just, I don’t know, pulled a fire alarm when you got to the lounge instead of having to find me like an idiot, more people would have lived! You are the reason these things happen, and I was so stupid to think that I could help you, that maybe if I sat by long enough and let you see the messes you made you would finally realize that everything was better without you. I’d rather never see a single color again than have you in my life,” you said, taking off the ring and throwing it at him. He caught it and stared after you as you ran over to Tim, hugging him, hammering the last painful nail into the coffin. Let Jason see that he was being replaced again. Tim kept his arm around you and walked away, dropping the Pyg mask he had been carrying that had just watched everything unfold. Watched as you imploded Jason’s world and your own.