#webrunners

[spidey-portilla]

Web Runner

[empress-runner]

The kind of brain problems that make people write fanfic or fixate on ships Sometimes I get it but for video games. I made a thing that randomly generates robots and has them fight.

I put up a low performance web version of the current prototype if you wanna watch robots fight

[cryochronism]

@webrunners // SC.

X6 appeared as suddenly as he often departs; noiselessly, calm, and severe. His hackles here within the Institute’s halls are always raised ( they have to be ; coursers suffer the tightest collars under the Institute’s hands - something she works to undo ), but she sees just the faintest twitch of amusement in the corners of his mouth. He enjoys catching her off-guard, even if he’ll never admit it.

The mirth however quickly fades with puzzling news. And just like that, they make it to the teleporter to take them up to the surface of the CIT ruins. 

It’s a few minutes before Quinn and X6 finally spot the person in question; not alone, and armed enough that he’s no scav. Most folks avoid the ruins here. The Institute had created a dark history of violence to ensure it. Dusting off her vaultsuit, Quinn makes a point to kick some loose rubble to signify their approach. X6 by now has already disappeared like a wraith among the partially destroyed buildings; watching from afar.

❝Hey, you. You know it’s not safe here, right?❞

[hraunwyf]

@webrunners​

“tell me of the place from whence you came, cipher nine.”

it is an unusual day, but its irregularity is hardly happenstance—loki, having appointed herself the custodian of her system’s guest despite all protocol that would dissuade such a thing, has set aside time to be able to learn more of him. the return of his vision, and the more pertinent progress in his mobility, lend themselves well to a walk through the extensive gardens of the asgardian palace. 

and it’s a lovely day, as well, the slow ascent to autumn just beginning, the sun bright but not burning, the air warm but not pressing. “i have only ever been to coruscant, outside of my own system. i served as a senator for a while, but that was... long ago.”

[synthmama]

𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 ?

touch me with tender truth.

you crave being known and held. you just want the warmth and pressure of another body against your own. sometimes, late at night when you're alone in your bed, your skin aches with the lack of touch. you've tried touching yourself, and it isn't the same. one time someone gripped your shoulder and squeezed it in passing, and you thought about it for weeks after - the ghost pressure of their hand lingering. don't you deserve it? consistent physical love and caring? i think so, i think you do. but i also have to ask - do you fear it even as you want? after all, if you get it then it might also be taken away. i hope that if you fear it, you push through past that fear. that you ask for the touch you desire and deserve. i hope that you get touched with love and kindness, wrapped up in warm arms and rocked from side to side until the tension and pain falls away layer by layer and only you are left.

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[hubflowcr]

𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 ? 

____

drive me to daring destinations

you want to be chosen and for it to be on purpose and to last a while. at least the length of a good long car ride. and then another one back to where you came from. it is the contained intimacy of sharing music and sharing food and sharing time while the world flies by. while the world isn't inside along with you. car rides exist outside of time, they are a pocket of memory we build ourselves into. they linger afterwards. you want that. you want the screaming music and the weird conversation by the beach at 3 am. you want to be wanted and for the world to stop for a while. you want to not be alone. i hope you cross the continent with a friend or lover that you can share silences with. i hope you end up in places you never thought to drive to. i hope you finish one trip and start planning out the next. 

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[corsair-princess-nenime]

The Emissary

[ @minerva-guilliman ]

Nenime was on a mission.

Her webrunner, Kaylira, banked, turning toward the surface of Talassar. Nenime looked out the bridge’s voidcanopy, where, far below, a small island grew steadily larger.

Castra Domokos, as the imperials called it. Navigation marked out sections of the island, holographically projecting them over the bridge in full detail. It was covered in pale ruins: a gleaming acropolis, clusters of fluted columns, broken colonnades, and freestanding walls - all were interspersed among crenelated blast-shield barricades, anti-aircraft quadguns, macrocannons, and stocky bastions emblazoned with the heraldry of the Ultramarine losseainn. 

Very picturesque.

A wide courtyard, their designated landing zone, flashed green as the webrunner made its final approach. Nenime steeled herself. She was the Emissary of Yvraine, and she was fashionably late, but that had been her idea. She was ready.

The webrunner landed, it’s solar sail furling.

[oldschoolfic-ds9]

The Tachyon Storm

by Webrunner, 1997

Voyager appears next to Deep Space Nine... but only temporarily.

Words: 1106, Chapters: 6/6, Language: English

Rating: PG

Warnings: none listed

Characters: none listed

Relationships: none listed

Reader suggested tags (what are these?): crossover - Star Trek: Voyager

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[corsair-princess-nenime]

Nenime grasped the Ranger by the arm, wrangling him into the cavernous mess-hall.

“Perhaps. Though you might earn some complaints from jealous partners.”

The space was raucous, well lit with crystal-lights and decorated with trophy banners; the stone tables within were occupied by Nenime's fledgling corsairs. A wave of femininity rose to attention once their Princess entered.

"Greetings, my girls! Be seated." When they sat, their conversations didn't turn back to the day's meal, tuna steak and green shoots.

"Say hello to the Ranger," Nenime egged on her girls, "Newly available and scarcely used..."

They answered her with a chorus of jeers and playground ooohs!

A smaller table awaited by the back. Nenime turned back to Rishaeron, "You'll enjoy time at Wasp Mitre, I know," she said beneath the clamor, "Do well, and there'll be a Webrunner waiting for you when you return. I'm tired of seeing you walk everywhere."

There Are More Things.

Rishaeron held up the broken glass and peeled his undershirt away from his abdomen. In the dirty reflection of an imperial stained glass window was the wound he had suffered so many years ago from a Daemonette. Now black and malignant, its reaching tendrils of corruption now extending towards his throat like groping fingers ready to choke the life from the Ranger. He could ignore this no longer, there was only one place to go.

His journey began through the nearest Webway Gate and took him through miles upon miles of shattered, unchartered and lost Webway tunnels before he stood in front of it: the glimmering portal that would take him to Neni'Shelwe on the island of Yavannie. Prodding at his pulsing neck and remembering all the reasons he had to survive, Rishaeron Wayfinder breached the gate to his salvation.

He had only been on the world once but he knew to follow the southbound path towards Raven Rest and from there begin his search for the Corsair Princess. His journey was uneventful and the few locals he encountered observed him with either passive indifference or reluctant helpfulness in guiding his path.

Through a long and painful hike, Rishaeron made it to the summit of the Rookery. His head was spinning, fouled blood screaming through his veins but he found her all the same.

"Greetings, Corsair Princess. I-..." His voice trailed away, painfully aware of the request he was about to make to her. He straightened, removed his helmet and lowered his gaze.

"I need your help."

[cryochronism]

@webrunners sent: ✉ (push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed) - damien // [MEME] 

The look she shoots him is one that’s never been reserved for him before, a contradictory blend of something both icy and seething; the effect, however, if muzzled by the setting. One’s intimidation only diminishes when bedridden, after all. She almost wishes Cvrie had never talked to him, filled him in. 

❝Look, I get that you’re trying to be-❞ A hand waves in the air. Sympathetic. Helpful. He always is, isn’t he? Even when he doesn’t need to be. ❝But seriously, if I don’t get at least one cup of coffee, this is only going to get ugly.❞

[corsair-princess-nenime]

Nenime breathed a sigh of relief as her webrunner picked up on the station. So the rumors were true.

+Trade Port, this is 'Litas the Guiding Star', give me a place to tie down+

First Contact

On the outskirts of the galactic core, within the Solar Segmentum, a certain stout A.I. observed the innards of his newly established trade station from the glass enclosure of an elevator, the transport noisily moving as he looked down at the docks of the void bound facility. Assistants and their Brôkhyr supervisors performed maintenance on port doors and ship lanes, while more robust Kin transported cargo crates across the walk ways, exo-frames hissing as the stomped through the walkways.

So engrossed by the activity the Iron-Kin had been, that when the elevator shuddered to a stop, and a voice began calling his name, he’d barely notice. That is, until said voice was also then joined by gloved hands jostling his chassis.

“DAMMIN, Ancestors Damn You, I’m speaking to you!” Filbur snapped at Durk, who was broken out of his entranced state. Durk looked to Filbur’s mitts gripping his jacket front, then back to the surly ginger bearded dwarf’s face.

“Oh, must’ve zoned out again.” The IronKin would respond simply, before gently detaching Filbur’s hands from his coat. The other Kin shook his head, crossing his arms as he began walking out from the elevator platform and into the ship yard, with Durk following.

“I swear I thought I’d have to bash my fist against that dome of yours to get you back to reality, and you know I would’ve been happy to.” Filbur growled, while Durk simply emitted an innocent whistle.

“Well don’t worry pal, I’m focused now. Just always get a bit off track appreciating all of this.” He’d motion to all the activity around them, while giving a quick wave to a passing dock worker.

“Well pal, you best be ready too. That ship incoming…well I haven’t seen much like it in all my years, and I’m sure you haven’t either. The Ancestors are watching, and you know that better than I. So act like it.” Filbur coldly stated without even looking back, before finally the two reached one of the open ship lanes prepared for both Kin and alien vessels.

Durk wrapped his steel hands around the guardrails, and watched with pixelated eyes narrowed. His comms were up, and if the ship asked for access, he’d be able to grant it. Now, all they had to do was wait…

@corsair-princess-nenime

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[cryochronism]

thank you for this slkdjf // @webrunners

[corsair-princess-nenime]

“That would be my preference as well, Captain.” Nenime replied as she found a spot to sit in. “But, as it happens, my webrunner is sort of teal, and white, there’s a red stripe on it. The green’s more of a…” she gestured at herself, “personal thing… I’ll give em’ a call.”

So she did. The Corsair Princess informed her crew that she was inbound with reinforcements.

“Ah,” Nenime exclaimed, “We’re good to go! My retinue will be waiting for me once we set down.”

PRECIPICE M4WHATEVER

Here, in the shadow of the Blackstone Fortress, floated PRECIPICE, a ramshackle void station cobbled together from the hulls of wrecked starships.

Nenime had just gotten an aeldarita from the void bar when she ran into a human, and spilled the slushy contents on herself.

She frowned. “Hey, whatch where you’re going!”

[ @asklordcaptaincastronova ]