#Pilot Error

[princessjackets]

mari better be the 9th survivor or smth cuz it not then 4/5 of my favs r dead </3

[patchworkcuddlebug]

Empty Spaces Walk Into A Bar

The mech pilot's handler orders the usual for it. It has been here before and it will return for countless tomorrows. It's a burn that cures, a painful reprieve from its emptiness. In the morning, it will become again, returning to its body, being filled with its blood and allotted its thoughts. Its targets.

The doll orders just as Miss commanded it to. The bartender was once cursed, afflicted with the arcane, so she feels pity for the magical. She breaks protocol and allows the doll to leave with a bottle of the witch's favourite. She is sure not to tell the doll it's breaking the rules. It forgets its change, or rather, the witch forgot to collect it using the doll as her tool.

The angel orders a glass of juice. The bartender hasn't seen its kind at this establishment in a while. With enough encouragement, it complains of its woes. How it was once an agent of heaven, a miracle worker, an extension of Him. Now it struggles to keep mere vices at bay, having already permitted itself to smell the ambient booze. The bartender remarks, silently to herself, that she's never seen an angel that fulfills its expectations.

The moth isn't sure what to order. All it knows is that it wants. Of the outlines of existence the bartender has observed tonight, this one seemed to be the most aware, the most active, almost as if it was a person. But the bartender knew better. This listless want was why it was empty. It had nothing for the want to fill, so it had no choice but to keep chasing. It orders the "brightest drink you have", something to try and fill the emptiness just a moment longer. Indeed, just for tonight, it feels alight.

The bartender closes for the night. She looks out on her establishment, an empty space defined by what it isn't. A store with no customers, a drink with no alcohol, a body with no self. She takes just a moment to mourn the day's activity. It takes just a moment more to cherish the silence.

[lorenzonuti]

Malware detected.

[thebadsansbandits]

Looks like he's not the same Error Blue once knew...

(Last/next two pages are going to be in color!!)

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[ratviolnist]

meal ready to eat 🫡

[flightlesstrash]

im working on a thing

song: Scatterbrain - Caleb P

[hezekiahwakely]

only real october 2023 kids remember

[ofwings]

being on the internet as someone that has actual aviation expertise when planes crash is a special kind of tedious hell

[j3st3rs1d3]

j3st3r :)

he/it & neos, 17

currently really interested in these things!

our flag means death (gentlebeard/blackbonnet)

good omens (ineffable husbands)

cyberpunk 2077 (johnny silverhand & kerry eurodyne)

twenty one pilots

jujutsu kaisen

homestuck / vast error

mcyt (dsmp, life series)

solar opposites (tervo)

invincible

and more!

[twilit-tragedy]

Occasionally, I hear about an airplane accident and have to scour the wikipedia page for it. I blame it on my uncle and that history channel(?) show about said accidents.

Anyway, in the deadliest accident in Portuguese territory (Independant Air 1851, in 1989), 1) the plane smacked right into a mountain (crew error), 2) killed everyone on board, and 3) apparently spread metal and body parts all over said mountain. Oh, joy.

This was in Santa Maria, Azores. The second deadliest was TAP 425 (in 1977) in Madeira. Bad weather + crew error + short runway. The plane hydroplaned straight out of the runway, fell off a 61 m cliff onto the beach and caught fire. They've since extended the runway... What I've learned from this is that airports in mountainous areas are risky business... Perhaps Portela is a breeze to land on, idk.

[thebadsansbandits]

BSB is back baby!

So that's what Ink was up too.

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[pigeonphd]

also idk if people realize how insane a mid air collision in the usa is in the modern day. too early to speculate of course but i hope thisll get people in power to actually take the national air traffic controller shortage seriously

[curator-on-ao3]

One line fic~

"I look weird out of uniform. Gods, people are going to stare, aren't they?" She speaks softly to herself as she plucks self-consciously at the glittering fabric near her hip, half turned as if she plans to leave before even going in.

But Una has to go in.

She usually has enough time to change her clothes between Cross-Cultural Explorations Through Interplanetary Dance 204 and Advanced Astrogation Plotting and Maneuvers 409. But Starfleet Academy compressed the day’s class schedule because of a Nova Squadron show that evening, so she must look ridiculous in this ritual costume of barely-there fabric clinging to her midsection, then tapering to bare skin up her décolletage and down her legs.

Fortunately, Astrogation shouldn’t be too challenging today, just a Starfleet pilot guest speaker and Q&A.

So Una holds her head as high as she dares without causing the dance costume to slip, and she steps into the Astrogation classroom to learn from the guest speaker — some guy named Christopher Pike.

[for the “send me a sentence and I’ll write the next five” ask game, for which I actually wrote five sentences this time!]

✨this story now also on AO3✨

[meandmythoughts210]

Guys. Jeez.

At the beginning of the school year, my boss had all the staff fill out a little "get to know you" thing. One of the questions was "what's your walk-up song?".

I wrote down "Ode to Sleep", because that song gets me HYPE like nothing else. I figured he'd just kinda skim them and then they'd be thrown away or something.

But I made a fatal mistake. He has been PLAYING these songs at staff meetings and asking everyone to guess who chose which song.

I have been presenting as a pretty Stable and Normal Adult to my (much older! Of a different generation!) coworkers so far. My secrets will be revealed as soon as that song starts playing!! They will know I'm WEIRD and UNSTABLE!!!!

Fuck

[void-of-unparalleled-chaos]

Idk who needs to hear this, but if you think you are annoying and that no one likes you, just be glad you aren't my Earth Surface Processes professor who is so awful at his job and so hated by his students that we had an insult tally on the whiteboard during our 2 hour study session.

(Do not feel bad for this man. He absolutely deserves it.)