#Snow and Ice Protection for Machines

[thebusinesswings]

Weatherproofing Industrial Equipment: Smart Solutions for Harsh Environments

Discover practical methods and real-world advice to safeguard your machinery from rain, dust, heat, and corrosion—because downtime is never an option.

📘 Introduction

Why I Started Caring About Weatherproofing

A few years ago, I watched one of our most reliable outdoor compressors break down after a night of heavy rain. It was just one storm, but it cost us over $10,000 in repairs and halted production for 3 full days. That was my wake-up call. Since then, I’ve made it my mission to understand weatherproofing industrial equipment and implement smart, sustainable strategies.

A Costly Mistake That Taught Me a Lesson

The mistake? We assumed equipment labeled "rugged" could withstand anything. But harsh weather doesn't discriminate. Rain penetrates, UV rays degrade, and rust creeps in slowly but surely.

What I’ll Share With You

Proven ways to protect machines from harsh weather

Smart solutions for weather damage

Maintenance tips and materials that work

How to extend machinery life outdoors

10 FAQs, product tips, and real stories

Let's dive in.

⚙️ 1. The Hidden Dangers of Unprotected Industrial Equipment

Rain, Snow, and Humidity Issues

Moisture is one of the biggest threats to any type of industrial equipment. From short circuits in control panels to rust forming in gearboxes, unprotected machines are vulnerable.

UV Degradation of Materials

Plastic parts, rubber seals, and even paint coatings can break down under prolonged exposure to sunlight. This weakens structural integrity and invites faster deterioration.

Rust, Corrosion, and Rot

Without anti-corrosion solutions for heavy-duty gear, rust can silently destroy machines. I've seen whole outdoor cranes deteriorate within months in coastal areas.

Case Study: A Mining Site's Loss

A mining operation lost over $250,000 worth of conveyor equipment in under a year simply due to lack of adequate industrial equipment rain protection.

🌞 2. Understanding Your Local Environment and Threats

Know Your Climate Zone

Coastal/Marine: Salt accelerates rust and corrosion.

Desert: High UV exposure and sand erosion.

Polar: Freezing can cause hydraulic lines to burst.

Tropical: High humidity means nonstop rust risk.

Use Data and Sensors for Localized Protection

Install humidity sensors inside enclosures.

Monitor temperature extremes.

Use data to automate smart HVAC systems or deploy alerts.

🧰 3. My Go-To Smart Solutions for Weatherproofing

Waterproof Enclosures and Shelters

IP66-rated boxes for control panels

Steel-framed sheds for compressors

Custom Industrial Covers

PVC or vinyl-based

Tailored to specific machine profiles

Ventilated and UV-resistant

Rustproof Coatings and Anti-Corrosion Sprays

Zinc-rich primers

Spray-on hydrophobic coatings

Airflow and Humidity Control Tools

Desiccant dryers

Smart ventilators

Automatic Weather Sensors

Used to trigger protective systems

Ideal for automation-driven industries

Smart HVAC and Temperature Regulators

Regulate internal cabinet temperatures

Prevent freeze-thaw cycles

🛡️ 4. Must-Have Materials That Really Work

PVC-Coated Polyester

Flexible, waterproof, resistant to UV rays

Industrial-Grade Tarpaulins

Often multi-layered for maximum insulation

Corrosion-Resistant Metals

Galvanized steel, stainless steel, or anodized aluminum

Powder Coating

Durable, aesthetic, and protective

Hydrophobic Coatings

These repel water and prevent buildup on surfaces

💡 5. How to Plan a Weatherproofing Strategy from Scratch

Assess Equipment Vulnerabilities

Exposed electrical components?

Stationary vs mobile?

Ingress protection (IP) ratings?

Calculate ROI of Weather Protection

Investing $2,000 in protective covers saved me from a $12,000 gearbox replacement.

Long-Term Maintenance Budgeting

Plan for yearly coating touch-ups, cover replacements, and inspections.

Smart Inventory and Spare Part Planning

Weather exposure speeds up wear—keep backups handy.

🧪 6. Real-World Case Study: How I Protected My Outdoor Compressor Units

The Challenges I Faced

Constant rain exposure

UV damage cracking rubber hoses

Failing electrical panels

What Worked

Installed sloped shelters

Used anti-corrosion solutions for heavy-duty gear

Weekly manual checks

What Didn’t

Generic plastic covers (they tore in wind)

Ignoring early signs of rust

Cost vs Savings

Spent: $3,200 | Saved: Over $25,000 in downtime and repairs

📏 7. Maintenance Tips That Make a Difference

Weekly Checks

Look for cracks, rust spots, pooling water

Cleaning Routines

Remove dirt, salt, and debris

Rotate and Air Out Covers

Prevent mold buildup

Spot-Treat Rust and Wear

Immediate intervention = long life

💼 8. How to Convince Your Boss (or Yourself) to Invest in Weatherproofing

Downtime Cost Calculation

Calculate hourly loss per machine and multiply by average outage duration.

Insurance and Compliance Considerations

Some insurers offer discounts for weatherproofed assets.

Environmental Safety and Sustainability

Less breakdown = less waste = greener operations

🔧 9. Tools, Vendors, and Products I Swear By

Tool/ProductUse CaseNotesPVC Covers from CoversAndAllCustom fit for machinesUV & water-resistantRust-Oleum Cold Galvanizing CompoundAnti-corrosion paintIdeal for steel partsFluke 971 Temp-Humidity MeterClimate monitoringHighly accurate

📉 10. What Happens When You Don’t Weatherproof

Real Industry Stats and Consequences

$1B+ annually in machinery losses due to weather (U.S. manufacturing)

Stories of Unplanned Shutdowns and Losses

A logistics hub shut down 3 days due to rusted chain lifts

Environmental Impact and Fines

Oil leaks from weathered machines = EPA violations

❤️ Heartfelt Conclusion: Why I Care So Much About This

My Personal “Aha” Moment

Watching a $40,000 pump die because of moisture made me realize: prevention is cheaper than repair.

Why This Topic Matters

In a world battling climate unpredictability, weatherproofing isn’t optional—it’s responsible engineering.

How Weatherproofing Changed My Business

From unpredictable breakdowns to reliable uptime, it’s made us leaner, safer, and more productive.

❓ Top 10 Frequently Asked Questions (FAQ)

What is the best material to weatherproof outdoor equipment? PVC-coated polyester or industrial-grade tarps.

Can I use regular plastic covers for my machinery? No—they degrade quickly and offer little UV protection.

How much does a professional weatherproofing system cost? Anywhere from $1,000 to $50,000+ depending on scale.

What’s the easiest DIY weatherproofing method? Use tailored waterproof covers and apply rust-preventive sprays.

How do I protect electronics and control panels outdoors? Use IP66+ rated enclosures with desiccant inserts.

Does rust-proof paint actually work long-term? Yes, especially zinc-rich and powder-coated options.

Can heat also damage industrial equipment? Absolutely. Overheating degrades lubricants and seals.

What are the signs my equipment is weather-damaged? Rust spots, discoloration, insulation cracking, sensor failure.

How do I maintain my covers and enclosures? Clean monthly, inspect quarterly, replace annually if worn.

Should I invest in smart weather sensors? Yes—they prevent damage through early alerts and automation.

❤️‍🔥 Touch

❝I’ve watched rust slowly eat away at machines I once trusted. I’ve learned that nature doesn’t care about your deadlines or budgets. But we can care—and we can act. Protecting your equipment isn’t just a task, it’s a commitment to safety, sustainability, and success. Don’t wait for the storm to act. Start weatherproofing today—and give your machines the future they deserve.❞

👉 Share this guide with your maintenance team or save it for your next facility audit. If this helped you, leave a comment or message me. Let’s build smarter, together.

⚠️ Disclaimer

This article is based on my personal experience and industry knowledge. Always consult with a certified industrial maintenance expert before implementing new systems in high-risk environments.

[so-sures-blog]

Icebound

icebound definition: surrounded, obstructed, or covered by ice.

In which Zane uses his element against the Overlord to save the city and his friends. Because it wasn’t about numbers, it was about family.

❄️🩵❄️🩵❄️🩵❄️

It is the end, and Zane knows it.

The Overlord is conquering Ninjago City, webs of gold stringing across buildings like Christmas lights and tying up his friends like flies. They struggle, but it is useless under the might of the Overlord.

Zane flips out of the way of a golden band reaching to ensnare him and lands on a roof. All of his friends are tied up, and only Zane is free. He knows what he has to do. He is the only one who can.

“Support me, friends. For one last time.”

He takes a running leap off the ledge, and Jay flips midair so his feet plant squarely on top of his. Then Cole, Lloyd, Kai, Sensei Garmadon, and Wu.

He soars, flying straight at the Overlord, and grabs onto his golden fangs.

Immediately, he feels its power, and its agony. Pain rips into every crevice of his body; his jolts rattle and shake and his wires spark under his skin.

“Let my friends go!” Zane shouts.

“Go where, Doomed Ninja?” The Overlord sneers. Its eyes, red and hateful, glare into him.

Zane writhes under the immense pain and power. His body cannot handle it, he knows, and he feels himself falling apart under it.

“The Golden Weapons are too powerful for you to behold. Your survival chance is low.”

But Zane isn’t trying to hold them. He’s trying to destroy them.

He thinks of his brothers. He thinks of PIXAL. He thinks of his father. He thinks of an old man with long white hair as pure as snow and ice blue eyes that visited him a long time ago, who had come and left as quickly as winter did and had breathed that power into him because he saw him worthy of it.

“This … isn’t about numbers … It's about family!”

The golden webs holding the Ninja fall and they escape. He can hear them screaming, telling him to let go, and he thanks them for that. Wu and Garmadon grab onto them and yank them back, away from the oncoming destruction.

His core — his heart — started reaching critical mass. Frost began creeping upon the Overlord’s fangs. Something blue and blinding in his heart freezes under his power, and Zane embraces it. It's his power. His choice.

“I am a Nindroid. And Ninja never quit. Go Ninja … go!”

He is the Master of Ice. He was built to protect those who cannot protect themselves. He stands for peace, freedom, and courage in the face of all who threaten Ninjago.

Frostbite burns his skin away; jolt and wires freeze under the cold; until he is left completely bare.

The last glimpse they get of Zane is him surrounded by a blizzard of his own making, bright and beautiful like a supernova. Burning blue and white with the terrible brilliance of his own determined choice.

Zane died; not as a machine, not as a human, not as a tool of anyone or anything — but as himself. Zane died to save the ones he loves.

And woke up as something completely different.

❄️🩵❄️🩵❄️🩵❄️

PIXAL climbs her way up the steep cliff side, careful to place her foot in secure crevices in case she slipped and fell from the icy mountain. Heavy snow blinded her vision as the blizzard whipped around her, but she kept her pace steady and sure.

It had been months since she had left Ninjago City and began her search. Months since Zane’s death and memorial. PIXAL knew, logically, that she should be back there, properly mourning him. But she could not.

He had never given up on her, not when she was under the Overlord’s control or when she was struggling with the newness of emotions.

And that meant she could never give up on him.

When she had first met Zane, she became more than a machine meant to function. He was vital to her, and she was a part of him.

She carried half his heart, and against all logical explanations, she knew he was still alive.

She did not tell the Ninja of her suspicions: the immediate aftermath of Zane’s loss had been devastating. She’d watched as the team fractured, splitting at the seams as they all fled their separate ways, too heartsore and dizzy with grief to do much otherwise. She did not tell Cyrus Borg where she was going either, for she knew if he begged her to stay, she would.

If she had told them she had seen a snowy wraith emerge from the destruction of the frozen, apocalyptic atmosphere on the rooftop, she would have been told she had imagined it due to her grief.

And while she was grieving, she was not imagining it. She is a Nindroid, and she did not have an imagination. PIXAL was built to observe, to analyze, to collect data and gather information. She built theories and hypothesized, not assumed.

So she followed the signs. She kept track of all weather anomalies that happened across Ninjago — sudden snowstorms, cold drops in temperatures that swept through small villages and towns. It led her all across the country until it ended here, with her climbing up the frozen, snow-peaked mountain.

Finally, PIXAL arrived at her destination.

The Ice Temple.

Slowly, she makes her way towards it. Her sensors indicate the temperature dropping the closer she gets. For a normal human, they would have already gotten frostbite without the proper equipment and numb with it, but PIXAL was made of metal. The cold did not bother her.

She peers into the glacial architecture, but does not enter. Or more like, she is unable to. It feels as if there is some sort of force of winter that is keeping her at bay.

“Zane?” Hope finds its way into the desperation of her voice. Freezing winds whip her hair out of its ponytail and against the purple circuits on her cheeks, but she barely notices. “Is that you?”

There’s nothing except for the howling wind, then her eyes catch movement. Slowly, almost like a ghost, a figure starts to come closer, making a shape against the blizzard.

If PIXAL had lungs, all the air would have rushed out of them.

A being made of pure winter floated in front of her. Formed of ice and frost and molded by the wind, it stood there and looked at her. Opaque ice carved the face that has been imprinted in her memory drives, the one she had traveled across the entire world to see again.

It was frozen, and beautiful, and Zane.

Inside her neural drive, alarms were blaring into her system, flashing behind her eyes. Warning: Severe weather alert. Temperature reaching sub-zero levels. Retreat into a warmer climate —

PIXAL shut off the notifications.

“Hello,” she says. Zane does not move. She dares a step closer. “Do you recognize me?”

He says nothing, so PIXAL continues on. It feels like their roles were reversed when they first met: she, the one struck speechless by the other’s beauty. Him, stoic to it all.

“I’m PIXAL, the Primary Interactive X-ternal Assistant Lifeform. I’m a … friend. I came searching for you to bring you home. There are things about you that you don’t understand. That you have yet to discover. I am here to help you remember.”

Zane is quiet, but she senses that he is listening. Something glowing in her chest aches.

“It is alright if you don’t remember me,” PIXAL says. She cannot cry, but is she would she could. She is still new to emotions, and many are overwhelming her: joy and grief and something fierce and pure deep in her heart. “I remember you. And we are still compatible.”

Zane tilts his head and drifts closer. The snow slows its fall, the wind stopping altogether. Snowflakes gently coat her hair. Now that he is closer, she can see the differences that make him unlike the old Zane: he doesn’t have the one dimple on the right side of his cheek, or the small beauty mark on his collarbone, or the tiny scar on his index finger from his shuriken.

But he is still Zane, even as an icy spirit.

She held out a hand. “Your brothers miss you very much. Will you come back with me, Zane?”

He is silent, staring at her. Unlike before, it is impossible to know what he is thinking. She gazes up at him, imploring. His eyes have no irises or pupils, so she is simply staring up at pinpricks of pure blue light.

Slowly, his hand reaches out of her.

BANG!

A loud sound echoes across the ice, and out of nowhere chains of Vengestone come flying out and capture him.

Fear slams into her. “Zane!” PIXAL cries.

Ice races out from his body and across the chains as Zane struggles, but no matter what, he can’t break them.

PIXAL whips around to face the assailant.

A man in his thirties, wrapped in a thick parka to prevent the cold and wearing a red mask. He has shoulder-length brown hair and is wearing a dyed red straw hat, and under it she can see he is hiding an eyepatch.

“What are you doing?” PIXAL shouts. Anger — an emotion she rarely feels — burns through her.

The man lowers his gun and pulls out another one before she can even blink.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Just following orders.”

Before she can question what that means, he fires. A net tangles her limbs together and brings her down against the cold snow. Before she can fight against it, electricity courses through her.

And then everything went black.

[ilovecatfr]

SCENARIOS FOR YOU

~Going to claw machines store together

~Going to hello kitty cafes

~Going to cafes with animals

~Going to the beach or a river together and finding two rocks which make a perfect heart

~Making jewellery together

~Going to park and befriending random squirrels or birds together

~Going to see a Jaws movies during the night, in the ocean

~Going to drive in movies

~Going to art gallery and find paintings that reminds of them or looks like you/them

~You both not being able to fall asleep so you guys sneak in kitchen together to make cookies or something

~Going to haunted houses together too see who gets scared first & the loser has to buy the other one ice cream

~Going to the a masked ball together with randomly selected partners and not realising you are each others partners till the end of the night

~Playing fights till y'all end up on the floor and realised you guys are very close to each other

~First time trying a sport together like rock climbing or skiing

~Randomly getting lost and accidentally finding a place that going to be yours guys spot

~Randomly "rent" a pet together and take care of it for a day

~Making slime together

~Getting caught in storm together and running towards a nearest bridge or building and kissing while you are both drenched in rain

~Going to a beach party and getting drunk so much that you both fall asleep in a heart shaped bed float and waking up together at sun rise

~Hanging out with your friends on top of a building (maybe in the club or party) waiting for fireworks and your friends on purpose leaving you alone with your s/o because they know you two have something going on, and then seeing the fireworks together

~Going to a movie theater pretty late and being the only ones, when you come out there's a playground (the ones with cool slides and stuff) outside and playing around and making a core memorie

~Being left to babysit a toddler together (could be very fun or go very wrong)

~Going on boat or helicopter rides across big citys

~Waking up to a snow morning and hurrying outside, making it your guys challenge for the day to make the biggest snow men possible

~Going to a trip in the same hotel together and randomly going to lobby late in night because you can't sleep, only to see them there and you guys both order hot chocolate and have fun

~Being cold and saying that to your friends and random person offers your their jacket just for your s/o to come behind you and wrap you in their jacket

~Your family showing them your baby pictures and making you embarrassed, but your s/o only looks at you with adoration

~During summer your s/o makes it their goal to take pictures of you and makes a album by the end of the summer. Oh and they aslo wrote letters or events that happened that day behind every picture.

~Being around a campfire and sitting down and just look to the side for a second only to see your s/o staring lovingly at you

~Them surprising you with a tattoo that somehow relates to you (favourite flowers, animal...)

~Being on ferris wheel together and getting stuck on the top for a couple minutes

~Them being completely wasted, so much their friends had to drop them off at your place because they couldn't stop talking about you

~Playing hide and seek with you friends and your s/o pulling you with them in their hiding space

~Going to play with laser guns and theres different teams and you s/o making sure you are in theirs/protecting you the every round

~Them baying silly pijamas for your guys sleep over because they wanted to match with you

~Them insisting to make a short movie or video blogs of your guys trips together and filming everything so they can watch it when you both get old or for your future children

~Midnight drives while blasting music and getting food

~Going to race cars together to drive and race (obviously)

~Going together to shop for clothes for you pet in baby section and making outfits

(⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

[im-gonna-sing-the-doom-song-blog]

KEEP YOU WARM 

Dick Grayson X Reader

Request! Stuck in a snowstorm, a young vigilante and Nightwing take shelter in a cold cabin. As they endure the storm together, they form a bond, finding warmth and comfort in each other's company.

No warnings.

*sorry for bad grammar and all that!

The snowstorm howled outside the tiny, dilapidated cabin like a restless wolf. Inside, the air was a mix of frigid drafts and tense camaraderie. You held yourself close, trying to keep you body warm against the freezing temperatures. Your costume, designed to endure torrential rain and oppressive humidity, did little to protect against the biting chill of a Blüdhaven winter.  

You really should have gotten a warmer suit. You look at the vigilante leaning against the opposite wall. Skin tight suit? How???? This dude should be shivering right now. Unbelievable!  

“You doing okay there?” Dick Grayson—Nightwing, you reminded yourself—looked at you with concern from across the dim room. His own suit, designed for the city’s chilly climate, seemed to shrug off the cold that had you gnawing on the inside of your cheek to keep your teeth from chattering. 

You nodded, though your shaking hands betrayed you. “Totally fine,” you said, your voice a strained whisper. “This is nothing. I’ve been through worse.” 

It was a blatant lie. Growing up in a tropical climate meant the closest you’d ever come to snow was a slushy machine at a convenience store. You were twenty-one now, freshly transplanted to Blüdhaven at Superman’s recommendation, and still acclimating to a world so vastly different from the one you’d left behind. The idea of learning from heroes like Nightwing had sounded thrilling in theory, but at this moment, all you wanted was a heated blanket and a hot bowl of soup. 

Dick’s lips quirked up in a knowing smile. “You don’t have to pretend to be invincible. We’re in this together, remember?” 

You gave a weak laugh. “Yeah, well, being freezing cold wasn’t exactly part of the mission plan.” 

The mission had seemed straightforward enough when it started. Intercept a small gang trying to smuggle weapons out of the city. But the storm had rolled in faster than expected, cutting off your escape route and killing your comms. Now, here you were, stuck in what looked like an old hunting cabin with no heat, no backup, and no way of knowing when the weather would let up. 

“Come here,” Dick said, patting the spot on the floor next to him. 

You raised an eyebrow. “What?” 

“You’re freezing. I’m not. Body heat is a thing.” 

Your cheeks flushed, though whether from embarrassment or cold, you weren’t sure. “I’m fine. Really.” 

Dick gave you a look that could only be described as ‘big brotherly disapproval.’ “Hypothermia isn’t a joke. You’re not doing anyone any favors by being stubborn. Come here.” 

Reluctantly, you crawled over to him, shivering as another gust of icy wind found its way through the cracks in the cabin’s walls. Dick wrapped an arm around you, pulling you against his side. The warmth radiating from him was immediate, and you couldn’t suppress the sigh of relief that escaped your lips. 

“Better?” he asked, his tone light. 

“Marginally,” you admitted, though the truth was you felt significantly better. The heat from his body seeped into yours, chasing away the worst of the chill. You still felt like an ice cube, but at least now you weren’t actively contemplating death by frostbite. 

“You know,” Dick said after a moment, “I’ve been meaning to ask—why Blüdhaven? I mean, there are plenty of other cities you could’ve gone to. Metropolis, Star City, even Gotham.” 

You hesitated. “Superman recommended it. Said there were ‘good heroes to learn from’ here.” You glanced up at him. “I guess he meant you.” 

Dick chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. “Well, I’ll take that as a compliment. But seriously, it’s not exactly a prime vacation spot. What’s the real reason?” 

You shrugged, leaning your head against his shoulder. “I wanted to get as far away from home as possible. New city, new start. Besides, I’ve always been better at hitting people than giving interviews. Vigilante work just…makes sense to me.” 

“That’s fair,” Dick said, his voice soft. “But don’t forget to take care of yourself in the process. It’s easy to get caught up in the mission and forget you’re only human.” 

You laughed. “You sound like Superman.” 

“I’ll take that as a compliment, too.” 

For a while, the two of you sat in silence, listening to the wind battering the cabin. The storm showed no signs of letting up, but at least the cold didn’t feel quite as unbearable anymore. Dick’s arm around you was steady and reassuring, a reminder that you weren’t alone in this strange, snowy city. 

“You know,” Dick said eventually, “you’re tougher than you look. Most people would’ve bailed on Blüdhaven the first time they saw what winter here is like.” 

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” you said, mimicking his earlier tone. 

He grinned. “Good. You should.” 

Outside, the storm raged on, but inside, things didn’t feel quite so bleak. For the first time since arriving in Blüdhaven, you felt like you might actually belong here. And maybe, just maybe, you’d found someone who could help you figure out how to navigate this new life—snowstorms and all. 

[lulublack90]

Prompt 13 - Snow Cone

@jegulus-microfic November 13, Word count 762

Previous part First part

Regulus was stunned that he’d even been able to say Barty’s name. He felt numb and cold, but mostly, he felt as if he were frozen in place. James’s protective arm moved from his waist and he would have protested if he could make his brain work, but all he could do was stare at Barty. And then he was being moved. It took him a second to realise that James had pushed him behind him and blocked him from Barty’s view. 

“I suggest you leave as quickly as you appeared,” James growled. The words took a long time to penetrate the thick fog engulfing Regulus’s brain, but they did seep in, and he felt an overwhelming rush of affection for James. James had remembered Barty from that one story he’d told him when they were first getting to know each other before he’d even moved in with James. The man who’d stolen his first kiss right before Walburga appeared and then been too ashamed of him to help him after his parents had thrown him out. His first and only friend. 

Something came over him then. Why should James have to defend him? He was more than capable of defending himself. He took a deep, shaky breath and came out from behind James, moving to his front. He glared up at Barty, all his pain, anger, and hurt bubbling over at the sight of him. 

“Get away from me,” He snarled. “Get away from my art and get away from my boyfriend.” 

“Come on, Regulus, don’t be like that,” Barty huffed a small laugh. “No need to be so sensitive,” 

“SENSITIVE?! You absolute arsehole! You literally stole my first kiss, and then when my mother came and caught us, you disappeared, leaving me alone to deal with her, and then after she’d hit me and thrown me out, you refused to help me. I had no one and nothing, and you left me on the street like some mangy dog. I never asked you to tell your dad that you kissed me. I came to you as a friend needing help, and you turned me away. I slept in the park that night. I was terrified that someone would find me and hurt me.” He was shaking, unable to go on. James’s warm arms wrapped around him and turned him into his chest, cradling his head against his warmth. Regulus nestled into it, comforted, all his pain washing away just by touching James. 

“Reg, I had no idea you had nowhere to go…” Barty started, but Regulus spun his head, fixing his icy glare on Barty. 

“Yes, you did. I told you that I had nowhere else to go. No one else would take me in…”

“Prongs, Reggie! I found the refreshments. There's a guy with this big machine, and he scoops these balls of— they call it snow, but I’m pretty sure it's just ice—and then adds syrup to it. They are delicious. Snow cones the chap told us… what’s wrong?” Sirius and Remus had finally caught up and Sirius stared at Regulus’s distraught face. 

“Fucking hell. Sirius? Really, Reg, Sirius?” Barty scoffed at him. 

“You!” Sirius spat as he realised who was standing in front of him. Before anyone could say any more, Sirius had tipped his snow cone upside down on Barty’s head and shoved him backwards. “Get away from my brother, you useless waste of finite resources. You waste of space. Get fucking lost!”

“Come on Barty,” Evan stepped in as Barty bared his teeth and stepped up to Sirius. Regulus was terrified that Sirius was going to start a fight. “It was lovely seeing you Reg, sorry,” Evan said sadly and dragged Barty away. 

“Reggie, are you alright?” Sirius said through gritted teeth, not looking at him. 

“Yeah,” He said timidly, sinking back into James’s embrace. 

“Shhh, sweetheart, shhh,” He heard Remus’s soothing tones as he tried to calm Sirius. James swayed them to and fro gently, giving Regulus all the time he needed to collect himself. 

“Do you want to stay or do you want to go home?” James asked gently, his words vibrating in his chest under Regulus’s ear. 

“I want to stay. I won’t let him ruin this for me.” He said, determined. He took one last inhale of James’s calming smell and moved out of James’s arms but took his hand in his. “Sirius, you said something about a ghastly treat. Where are they?” And together, they walked around the rest of the exhibits, not seeing either Evan or Barty again. 

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[jedi-order-apologist]

A Mechanical Assassin

In a city facing both the perils of nature's chilly disposition and mysterious deaths at the hands of an unknown technological marvel, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan track down the killer only to find that there is far more behind these attacks than they had assumed... Written for Fandom Empire Fandom Rush - Week 4: Star Wars and What-if AU - Prompt: Wintery Mix (Winter + Steampunk AU) and Gen Prompt Bingo Round 27 - Prompt: Snow and Ice and Creative Golf - Prompt: Wind

Obi-Wan pulled his cloak tighter across himself. It was a good, heavy cloak, but the alleyway was a wind tunnel, doing little to protect from the sleet and threatening to pull his hood back down. It was miserable, cold, and wet weather, that no reasonable person would be caught out in.

Master Qui-Gon, of course, was not a reasonable person. And so Obi-Wan was, as was often the case, denied a nice evening by the fireside with a book on venomous fauna and their habitats, and instead subjected to the elements in his own urban habitat.

Not that he could grumble too much, however, not when they had found what they’d been looking for.

The automaton was, Obi-Wan could concede, suffering the effects of the weather far more than either he or his master, with ice clinging to its metal frame and clockworks, its pneumatics struggling feebly to march it forward, without much success.

It was as the witnesses had described – humanlike in stature, but not in features. There had been no thought spared for the aesthetics of the thing, covered in a single dull shade of paint that was clearly only there to keep rust at bay, and its shape purely conceived for function alone. Unlike many of the automatons Obi-Wan was familiar with, that function was not for domestic duties or to demonstrate the skill of its inventor or to amuse a curious audience.

No, this automaton was an assassin.

It was something of an inevitability, really. There was not a tool in all of human existence that they could not turn to the purposes of violence and death. The question, then, was not so much “why?” or “how?” (though they weren’t entirely irrelevant), but “who?”. Who had both the means and the will to create a death machine that walked and killed like men?

Perhaps with it in front of them, they could find their answer.

CONTINUED ON AO3

[oogaboogaspookyman]

Beach episode yeehaw

Oc belongs to @shinyshade8026 !

[TRANQUILITY]

V wakes in the forest, the cold being all too familiar for her.

She sits up to find a familiar figure standing idle, their back facing them.

"Where am i now and what's going on this time..?" V dreads the next few seconds as they stand up to walk towards the figure...

... Oh no.

No no no no no no no no.

"S..? S you- you have to run! You have to–!"

"Why? I love you!"

And just as quickly as she turned to look at the dissassembly drone behind them, suddenly... SLASH.

Chunks of the new model of killer machine lie on the ground, their head inactive due to it's disconnection. The visor displays the fatal error that she remembers just fine.

"I love you!" Their voice repeats in the sky, V looks up to find it's face everywhere but it's not the smile she knows and adores and protects. It is a blank visor with a wide fangy smile covered in oil and, perhaps, blood.

"stop... please..." The dissassembly drone sits down on the ground with their knees to the stomach as she holds onto S's iconic piece of clothing like it's about to be taken away. They've been taken away before, so you better hold onto the remnants of them. Right?

And then...

"I love you!"

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!" Heavy breathing as she collects her thoughts, the pieces of her mind scattered by the nightmare as she was metaphorically pulled apart by her fears. She sat up in the bed, gripping the covers as if it had any life force to choke away.

"V..?! V are you okay?!" Aaaaand her partner woke up. Great. Explain? "Th... You... Hg... Please don't leave me..?" Oh okay, no need to explain then.

"Did you have a nightmare..? Was it... Me, related?" V nods fast. She feels so fucking pathetic but what's the point in hiding vulnerability at this point in time? "Oh V... C'mere–" They hug the trembling dissassembly drone, and they're nearly crushed as she hugs back, tight enough to not be able to escape her embrace... Literally it's so tight.

"Hey... How about we do something to relax and get our minds off things?" S suggested. V looked up at her with eyes still displaying tears sliding down. "like... like what?"

"Maybeee... Go to the beach nearby?" V is suddenly perplexed by the suggestion. The beach?????????

"There's no beach around Copper 9 though??"

"There is now!" She's so happy saying that. Why. There's literally no beach around Copper 9 what the fu–

---

"Holy shit. There is a beach around Copper 9!" V exclaims in surprise for there is indeed, a beach around Copper 9. "There is a beach!" And S adds onto it, excitedly.

"Okay so- why are we at the beach?" Uzi asks in curiosity. "To relax and have fun and play in the frozen water!" N answers her question for S. The water is frozen how can one play in it.

Oh yeah. Clothes. Uzi is wearing a purple one piece with a rather emo design to it, what with the skulls and such... And N is wearing black shorts. He's shirtless. That's it. He's basic. At least Uzi gets to enjoy the view!

Meanwhile, V is wearing a pretty yellow dress with a sun hat of the same color, now decorated with a red ribbon around it! And coming right after V with a very big smile on their face is S, wearing a grey crop top with the bottom half of it colored after her hair streak, and jean shorts that only cover it's pelvis piece and some of the thighs.

Uzi giggles like the gremlin she is, staring at N's form. "hell yeaaaa beach episode~"

---

"Man this is awesome..." V says as she relaxes on the snow of the "beach", drinking from a recently found worker head. Yes it was found, no it wasn't obtained through murder. Don't ask.

Meanwhile N and Uzi are making a little worker drone figure with the snow, and they're both giggling at it for some reason.

"Woah!" And then V hears S slipping on the ice that used to be the water. She looks towards the source of the sound and finds that they're trying to skate on it. "Oww..." They fell on their ass like an idiot lol.

"Need some help?" They almost die when they see V, standing over it with a hand reaching out, offering her help, and the moon shines behind them. Suddenly, it feels like everything else ceased to exist other than the two of them...

"Y-yeah..." They grab her hand and are helped up, now standing again. "Follow my lead, okay?" S cannot put into the words the gayness she feels right now.

One step at a time, holding each other by the hands, and sliding across the ice with elegance and grace... Sort of, S (and V) have their moments of slipping and falling, but that's okay, because they can get back up again. They always get back up, one way or another.

"There we go! Getting the hang of it, aren't we now~?" S loves the way she speaks in tones specifically catered to them, it feels special. It makes them feel special. They smile and giggle and suddenly, they get more motivation and reason to keep going.

Suddenly, the two start to dance on the ice they skate on, now having lost the previous novice appearances and gaining a beautiful, smooth movement.

They separate to skate on their own, then they hold each other again, then separate only to get back together, it's truly a dance to remember.

Nothing else exists, the world around them has faded to black, the only thing remaining is the icy surface they scratch with their skating and them, them alone.

And suddenly... They hold each other for a little longer. Just a little longer. S has it's hands on V's waist, while V has a hand on S's shoulder and the other on it's chest.

"I love you." They whisper to each other at the same time before they lean in.

They part their lips, and they stare into each other's eyes with nothing but love and adoration. They love each other so much...

"Do you... Remember, how i confessed to you?" S suddenly breaks the silence with a question, one that gets V to reminisce the past. "Yeah... You were so adorable doing that~"

"I-i was?" It blushes at the comment. "I thought it was... I-i don't know what i thought that was, i was honestly just trying to confess..." At that, V giggles and places their fingers on it's chin. It makes them go frozen stiff.

"I'll say it again... I love you." She whispers one last time before leaning in for another soft kiss. S melts in the hold, the affection, and places their hand on her cheek and near the hair, fingers intertwined with her silver locks.

And their lips part, and they hold each other's hands as they slide back to shore, returning to the world.

"That was... Amazing, V... It was– it was so much fun and i loved doing that and- and i love you and you looked so beautiful just skating with me and- and-!" She places her finger on S's mouth, silencing them. "I know, love~" She giggles.

"You gays done yet?" Oh hi Uzi, coming up from behind V. "Oh heeyyy purple thing, what in the fuck do you want now?" She said ever so sweetly, with no intention to feed from her dead body nooooo not at aaaaallll.

"Iiiiii just wanted to say that me and N just built the GREATEST SNOW CASTLE EVER!" She cackles maniacally as she shows off the sudden realistic fuck off big castle made with the snow of the beach. N pops up from above wearing a small crown. "I'm the king!" He says joyful of his status. He'd be the best king.

"HOW THE FUCK?!?!" V points at. The entire frickin' thing. Meanwhile, S is taking in the full glory of the royal settlement.

"Well? What do you think~?" Uzi is smug and full of pride in herself and N, hands on her hips as she stands tall. And yet she's only V's chest height.

"... Iiiiii think you need something more productive to waste your time on." S snaps it's neck to look at V with eyes furrowed. "Oh you jealous? Is that it? Cuz i'm the queen of snowtown and you're not?" Uzi smugly replied.

V snapped that moment. She hates the jealousy comments. "V no-" S knew what was coming, but they're powerless.

...

Uzi scream laughs as she runs from the Fucking Pissed Off™ female dissassembly drone, and as they run like they're in a god damn Scooby Doo show, Uzi decides to take this to the sky, V following her suit.

"I WILL SHOVE MY CLAWS SO FAR UP YOUR ASS THE SHINE OF THEM WILL BE SEEN THROUGH YOUR FACE HOLE!" She yells loud enough to be heard from far away, as N and S stare at them with tired eyes.

The sun hat lands on S's face. They're unphased by it. "Man."

"Wanna go home without them?" N suddenly suggests, now making S react with surprise. "Without them??"

"Yeah without them, i'm kinda tired." He's still watching btw.

... "Sounds good, let's go." S for some reason agrees and begins to ready up to leave.

"I'M GOING TO SPLIT YOU IN HALF–" And she's still focused on trying to kill Uzi. "– wheeeereee are they going- are they leaving?!" Oh wait no she's not.

"Last one to home eats a missile!" Uzi childishly challenges V. "YOU'RE ON, PURPLE FUCK." And V accepts the challenge.

And so, they fly off to follow the other two... What a day amirite.

[ . ]

[one-of-many-journeys]

Day 31

Mother’s Crown

Left Mother’s Crown before first light, riding north toward the Grave Hoard. I came across a Nora hunter taking a beating from a Bellowback and its Watchers. Pierced the beast’s sacs to set it on fire as the hunter dealt with the Watchers. He wasn’t particularly thankful; to him I’m still the motherless girl. Well, if I ever see him struggling again I won’t bother stopping. 

My mount was destroyed by the Bellowback so I had to go on on foot. Sunrise through the ruins of Devil’s Grief. Climbed a ridge to avoid a large Shellwalker convoy.

Another Nora hunter in distress, stranded on a rock mound while a group of Watchers took shots at him from the ground. He had the decency to be grateful when I saved him. 

The lands grew colder fast, snows falling thicker as I went. Thankfully I came upon a Strider herd on the edge of the drifts, but I broke cover and got kicked to the ground. Ice everywhere, and this outfit is too exposed. I should buy myself some Banuk furs first chance I get. 

Traded with a merchant I found at a small campsite, then set off on my new mount into the deep snows. 

Further north I found the Banuk camp that Vilgund, that gambler in Meridian, told me about. The rumour he told me was true—I was expecting it to be an exaggeration, but the machines were completely docile, as if they’d been overridden. From what I’ve heard about the time before the Derangement, even then the machines weren’t so calm. They would spook when hunters came close and try to protect themselves, but these ones just stood there, listless and quiet. There was even a Ravager. Hard to let my guard down in this place. 

I spoke to some of the locals, picking up some warmer Banuk garb along the way. I met Tikuk, a Shaman of the camp. He told me about how he found a dying Thunderjaw in this place, which even as it fell silent remained calm, blue-eyed. As other machines gathered to harvest it, they fell under the same trance. He gathered other Shamans here to study what he calls the machine song, the language of the spirits of the blue light. I’ve never heard of a tribe who reveres the machines as they do. Tikuk and all the other Shamans I spoke to shared the blue cables threaded through their skin. Was Sylens a Shaman then, long ago? Wonder if he wore the big hat too. 

I spoke to a huntress who was resentful of the docile machines. She’d chased a Ravager into the area only to watch the fight leave its body. A strange attitude, but I could sort of understand. Whatever was happening to the machines, the Banuk were just as clueless as I was. 

My Focus picked up a signal from higher on the mountain behind the camp, one that all the machines were receiving. I took a climbing path to reach it, passing a pair of docile Glinthakws on the cliff’s edge. Not as scary when they’re not spewing ice. 

I found a couple of Oseram delvers tied up by their excavation gear, shouting at their fellows. Must be Vilgund’s men. I freed them and they told me how they’d objected to their boss’ orders to dig out an Old World artefact to sell for scrap. If the Oseram were going to destroy whatever was sending the signal, then the Banuk were about to be in trouble. I raced down the path of the Oseram’s excavation site. 

I was too late. Their hammers and picks had already damaged the device beyond repair, and the calming signal fell silent. The Oseram didn’t seem to care, they were just worried I was trying to steal their bounty. They cleared out quick when I threatened to make them.

The device had been emitting that signal for twenty years, calling out to the mountain below. Something in its log about detecting a corrupted piece of code. I guess the code told it to flee, or the corruption made it flee…maybe to protect itself? Could it be the same corruption infecting the machines and the door inside All-Mother mountain?

I couldn’t stay to investigate, just collected all the data it could give me before its life fizzled out. The screams of clashing hunters and machines were already sounding from the encampment, so I leapt from the mountain and joined the fray. I concentrated on the Ravager, keeping it off the other hunters as they took on the smaller machines, using what was left in its cannon after downing it to finish them off.

Thankfully no one was too badly injured. Tikuk was shattered though. Seems he’d found a safe haven here on the edge of the outlands. The Banuk leaders are reacting to the worsening conditions of the world in their own cruel manner, casting out those who won’t follow the changing ways. Some of the people here were hoping to escape that fate. 

Vilgund won’t be pleased, not that I care. Whatever secret was found here, it’s lost now. Nothing to sell, just a new mystery.

I found another painted climbing path nearby with a figurine at the summit, then rode east toward the Grave Hoard. Ran into a group of bandits hounding a Banuk huntress along the way. I helped her turn the tide and take them out.

Riding north, I left my mount behind and climbed a road of rusted vehicles in the shadow of a frozen Horus. At the top I found more Banuk flags and beacons, along with a climbing path. Must be the way to the Cut that Ohtur told me about. If I don't find the answers I need here, I plan to make the trip.

More Eclipse and corrupted machines patrolled the entrance to the Grave Hoard. Shows I’m on the right track—maybe Hades has his soldiers searching for Elisabet's weapon here. I took them out and explored the ruin.

Old projections scored the walls: Operation Enduring Victory. From the frozen corpses preserved in the ice, curled up where they fell under the Metal Devil’s might, I think the name was more wish than fact.

Exploring the ruins of US Robot Command. By the time the Faro machines spread across the world, there were no robots to command here, just people. Their bodies remained here at the site of their final battle, along with the recordings and personal logs—messages for loved ones that never left the walls. Their commanders forced them to keep the truth of their battles a secret so the others of the tribe wouldn't grow hopeless. These soldiers moved from village to village, putting weapons in the hands of their people and leading them in an attempt to hold back the swarm. It was never a question of defeating them, only delaying their passage onto the next city, and the next, eating everything in their path.

The soldiers lit the waters on fire, set off explosions powerful enough to levels mountains and cities, poisoning the lands beyond repair just to slow the spread of metal death. Did Elisabet's weapon come too late? Even the soldiers here didn't know what project Zero Dawn was.

Here is where they finally fell. I suppose it's the equivalent of Mother's Watch—the last barrier of defence. The home of their War Chief and ranks of metal-armoured Braves.

Late in the night now, though I'm far below where any light could reach. Resting while I can, but there won't be any sleep tonight. I can hear the Eclipse blasting further on, carving another path inside.

[spiderman2-99]

🕷️ Holiday Spider-Verse PSA: Celebrate, Protect, and Stay Warm! 🕷️

Hey, Spider-people! ❄️ The holiday season is in full swing, with Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, and other winter celebrations bringing cheer to your city. But even superheroes need to pause and enjoy the season responsibly. Here's how to balance your hero duties with holiday spirit:

Stay Warm on Patrol 🧤🧥:

Winter patrols can be brutal. Layer up thermals under your suit, wear insulated gloves, and keep your hand and toes warm, extremities are the first things to get cold. Ice and snow make your regular patrol routes trickier, so watch your footing and avoid swinging too close to icy rooftops. Webs don’t grip as well on frosty surfaces, so plan accordingly!

Celebrate Safely 🎁:

Holiday dinners, parties, and patrols can get chaotic. This winter season, if you can, try to take some time off to enjoy the festivities. Whether you're lighting a menorah, decorating a tree, or sharing stories around the fire, you deserve to make memories, too.

Be a Holiday Hero 🤝:

Use your powers to spread joy this season. Help decorate a community space, shovel snow for neighbors, deliver food to those in need, or volunteer at a shelter. Even small gestures can brighten someone’s day, and your kindness can make a big impact.

Fuel Up with Festive Treats 🍪:

Cookies, latkes, hot chocolate, and holiday feasts are perfect for your spider metabolism! Eat as much as you need to, but know your limits. You don’t want to get cramps mid-swing, after all!

Watch Out for Holiday Villains🎄:

The holidays are prime time for quirky villains with snow machines, explosive ornaments, or terrible elf disguises. Themed heists and snowstorm-based schemes are classic holiday villain shenanigans. Stay alert for festive traps, glitter bombs, or mistletoe drones. It’s always something this time of year!

Take Time for Yourself 🕸️:

Even heroes need a break. Spend time with loved ones, swing by to visit friends or allies who’ve had your back through thick and thin, enjoy a quiet moment, or just binge-watch holiday movies in your suit. Recharging is part of being your best self.

Happy holidays, Spider-people! Whether you’re celebrating Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, or another tradition, may it be filled with warmth, kindness, and contentment. Stay safe, stay cozy, and keep spreading that web-slinging cheer. Here’s to a peaceful winter season! 🕸️

(On behalf of us at the multiversal broadcast system, have a wonderful holiday season, and stay safe.)

Happy holidays to you too, agent.

[fiberturkey89]

So I have no idea why this came to mind, but this is what I had in mind if I wanted to tackle Zane post s11 and during s12 if I rewrote Prime Empire- my AU n shit ig?? Dunno, im rambling.

Imagine a Zane post Secrets of the Forbidden Spinjitzu where he was struggling to really figure out his identity after his time spent as the Ice Emporer.. before the events of Prime Empire and during..

It begins with him being unable to sleep; of him being hyper aware of how the temperature drops slightly below the normal and the sun departs to allow the moon to take its place above Ninjago with its pale blue/white light. He gets flashbacks to the blizzards every time he sees a night cloud cover the orb of light.

His breathing quickens, and he feels alone again. Even with his family nearby sleeping soundly. Of his other half who's silently standing behind him with concern in her gaze because she can't understand.

He gets flashbacks to the screams, the roars and shrieks he created when he attacked the Yeti's at the peaks every time he's taken to Jamanakai for a quick shopping trip. The crunch of snow below his feet causes him to flinch as if he's been struck. His hands clench, and because of him being upset, the temperature drops, which causes him to spiral without Pixal to reign him in.

He can't visit Jamanaki anymore.

He can't look at Lloyd longer than a minute before hurting inside at how there's frostburn imprints on his brothers throat, shoulders, and chest. Lloyd tries every day to approach him and explain that it wasn't his fault - trying to tell him that it wasn't his fault, but Zane shuts him out because of how Vex would coercer him into comitting unspeakable thanks against the peoples of the Never Realm. Whispering, offering reassurances, and pointing out possible threats to the Ice Emporer- HIM.

He can't train at all, with his brothers or his sisters. He can't bear to train with Pixal either. Worried that he'll get lost in the violence that was himself in the Never Realm.

Not even Wu can break through to him.

Snow has remained dormant within, every time he considers summoning his companion - his familiar.. he can't help but see the ghost of Boreal whenever his spirit flies. The other animals belonging to the Ninja miss their winged friend, too, but can't do anything to help.

Zane's just stuck in this constant loop of uncertainty of what to trust, WHO to trust. Because he doesn't trust himself, and Pixal can only do so much to provide comfort.

So imagine his sheer panic of if Unagami had reached out somehow - someway and had dragged Zane into Prime Empire?

Imagine the fear of seeing Mr. E- his BROTHER. Echo Zane, part of the group assigned to hunt him down as an avatar of the real thing because Unagami can access his memories. His deepest fears. His worst enemies. His younger brother being one of them because Echo Zane, too, had been built to protect.. yet turned his back on it because of fate and Dr. Juliens deteriorating memory, and because.. of Zane himself unintentionally.

Zane was afraid of his younger brother. He followed orders to a T- he fought with the intent to kill. He was friends with Harumi.

Zane was afraid of becoming like the violent side of Echo Zane.

On the other side of the spectrum- he would encounter avatar! Cryptor, a Nindroid, just like himself, but in every way his opposite, too. Whereas Zane was human, Cryptor accepted that he was a machine. He taunted Zane for his age, for his ability to sympathize with beings that could die. His inability to be WEAK. Perfect in comparison to Zane's broken state. In his view- Zane saw Cryptor as somebody who knew what they were.

A souless monster.

[fumikomiyasaki]

Olivehouse Academy was founded and funded by the Goldwell Family, led by Headmistress Brenda Goldwell who gains quite a Social standing thanks to her prestigious Academy that often is the main address for many in New Eridu to aim… to get into great positions in businesses and factions around Town… it hosts students from 15- 35 upward depending on the classes and courses. Archibald Goldwell, Brenda's husband is the one who mainly funds the school, having previously made a lot of money with Financing… while Brenda is the one getting the school even more money via sponsors placed as posters and Snack machines as well as cafeterias having brand named products… The students' dorms are placed next to the main school building and split into 4 different buildings to house them all. Behind the building is not only a huge field for sports but also a green house on the side of it… a rare green spot hidden in new Eridu which gives many of the students a calm feeling… a sense that everything is fine… Olivehouse's main goal is to create the Branches of a Tree that spread all around the town and make it bloom by protecting the town and its culture… the students are the seeds to make the garden grow hopeful and recover all that we have lost. 

Name: Brenda Goldwell

Gender: Female

Species:  Human

Agent Rank: A

Age:  45

Role: Anomaly

Element: Physical

Weapon:  Expensive Purse

Brenda was born into a middle class family, unsatisfied with her life watching celebrities and other higher standing figures on TV and wanting what they want. Her parents were the strict old fashioned kind and told her to work hard to get a good job and a stable life but… only that wasn’t enough to Brenda. She wanted to aim higher… it grew for her that she started to very early disagree with her parents cause her goal was to marry into wealth and they wanted her to focus on something more safer to the point she left home when she was 18 and started to live with her aunt instead who was still worried about her but… did not stop her from making her own decisions. Aside from the wish for a wealthy life she had a second one… she saw how the hollows… how this situation affected the world…. However, her intention was not out of care for others… but out of an opportunity for profit… to make a place that keeps people ready for the future… And so Brenda used most of her college time to get a good graduation while on the side going to late night parties and seeing who she meets. Eventually she had multiple relationships… climbing the ladder more and more to find someone who could not only finance her dream and her wishes… but took her interest… She did Beauty Surgeries, tried more things to appeal to more people, used her connections to slowly build up the path to make Olivehouse the prestigious private school it is today. 

Brenda is in an open relationship with her current husband, Mr Archibald Goldwell who is also the father to her dearest Daughter Annabelle. The Headmistress is usually a very insensitive person unless it comes to her daughter who she cherishes and wants to provide compared to her parents who didn't believe in her in her eyes. She is more strict towards the students but more calm around the Teachers… her teachers as colleagues should after all do their work well but also she does cut them some slack too… After all, thanks to he they deal with so many students. She is a bit greedy, hence why her focus is often on which projects and things to do to earn the most money and keep the motivation up. She went from a Cut-throat business woman to a respectable Headmistress to many… who works a lot to prepare students for the future and what hardships with the Hollows and catastrophes they might face.

Favourites

Favourite Food: Ramen, Lobster, Carbonara

Favourite Drink:   Flavoured Water

Favourite *Drink* :  Champagne

 Ice Cream Flavour:  Butter Pecan

Music Genre: Instrumental tracks, 

Movie Genre:  Drama

Weather: Snow

Holiday: Valentines day 

Pet:  Rabbit

Time of day: Afternoon

Sport: Rowing

Theme park ride: Simple ones she can do with her daughter 

Gemstone: Diamond

Color: Dark Blue

Flowers: Lisianthus

Favorite game genre: She don’t game

Sexuality: Bisexual

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Favorite pizza type: Seafood pizza (mostly with Caviar)

Favorite school subject: Math

Birthday: 19th of july

Name: Carol Ann

Gender: Female

Species: Human

Agent Rank: A

Age 29

Role: Defense Element: Earth Weapon: Rapier 

Carol grew up in New Eridu with her sister and her parents in a little apartment. She had a talent for learning things fast and consumed almost every book that was put into her hands.. In school she was the top of her Class and tutored many of her classmates usually. Usually her goal was to work the hardest to make her parents proud and do her best. And it led to her being so far too often Top of her class as well as Teachers even asked her if she wanted to skip classes and aim higher yet, she refused for the sake she did want to try to enjoy her time in school and make friends. Her natural Curiosity however also extended to the Hollows and what they were about. In school she often visited the Kendo club to make herself able to defend herself if things should get out of hand. She often thought about her knowledge… if what she can do could help others and make a bit more impact… eventually her Mother was the one who suggested she could be a teacher, after all this way she would prepare students for the future. So this was her next bigger goal… However she also noticed things wouldn’t be as easy as they were before… Many people who learned along with her felt jealous of her role as the top student, as well as her being that excited about certain topics that came off as weird to others… 

She felt the loneliness slowly, that maybe eventually it was hard to set her mind through against some of the others… until eventually she had met Mythra over watching a dance contest of hers being dragged by a friend along… Mythra was the kind of friend who did encourage her self confidence more and did make her feel well in herself… even the reason she got a few dates, even if it didn’t last given it wasn’t the right person for her. 

And over Mythra making a certain dress for the Headmistress of Olivehouse Academy… 

who noticed Carol studying for her exams and approached her, asking her some questions… Things led to another and she was asked by Brenda to apply to her school and become a teacher there. Nowadays Carol is a caring Woman, who would put her students' well being above much of her own. She doesn’t live on the Campus cause she moved into her own cozy little place where she does sometimes still stream games as a hobby however its more for fun and less for fame. She also spends the time making videos for students who miss some lessons so they can keep up with them. She does have some peace to herself sometimes but most of the time she really doesn’t like being lonely or having not much to do… she hates being bored so she always tries to find something to keep herself occupied. She does enjoy a good chat with her colleagues and often asks about their well being and life… however she also makes herself sometimes more work than needed and has troubles speaking up about needing help with stuff at times. She also does take on the Student counselor work at times hoping to help students with some troubles where she can. 

Favourites

Favourite Food: Green Apples,

Favourite Drink: Fruit Juice most of the time

Favourite *Drink* :  Pina Colada, Cola mixed with Alcohol

 Ice Cream Flavour:  Mango and Dark chocolate

Music Genre:  Rock and Alternative

Movie Genre: Romance and Comedy

Weather:  Rainy

Holiday: Halloween

Pet: Turtles and Frogs

Time of day: Morning

Sport: Swimming

Theme park ride: Dive Coasters

Gemstone:  Jade

Color: Green and Purple

Flowers: Daffodils

Favorite game genre: Rpgs and Dating sims,

Sexuality: Straight

Alignment: Lawful Good

Favorite pizza type: Peperoni

Favorite school subject: Linguistic

Birthday: 16th of April

Name: Inessa Winter

Gender: Female

Species:  (Kinda what Vivian is)

Agent Rank: S

Age: 23

Role: Anomaly

Element: Ice

Weapon:  Ice Skates

Known in general at Olive house as the Ice Queen, Inessa grew up in a successful Family which put her in the front as their pride and joy… even if she herself wasn’t that fond of her family… she knew they never really cared for her as a person but… to her they never needed to be her family… it was something she realized from a kid age on… to her she mostly sees her family as a stepping stool for her own wants… She wants to succeed and feel above others… however the first time this cold feeling was put to a stop in her mind was at her first crush for a classmate… She did tell her very quickly her own feelings yet was refused right away… knowing that even if she does keep up her status she can’t get everything she wants. And it shook her view a little bit as well as suddenly made her more hesitant about her decisions to interact with others. She still comes off to others as rude, a bit more of a mean queen and especially like she wants to have control of everything but… flirting with her makes her more red, annoyed yet interested… It's small hints that show you she actually cares but a wall of ice to get through… she is still one of the Top students at Olivehouse, even setting some records on how many Ethereals she already took out with her powers… however many students are also intimidated by her so her circle is very slow. She works as class president too often reaching out for students and giving them tasks. Inessa has her cute side if you hit her with the right kindness but… she can also be ruthless if something ticks her off. She is also not one to play fair, at times even using tricks to keep up her success… she has high pride and anything that hurts it… is troubles to her. 

Favourites

Favourite Food:   Shaved Ice, Macrons

Favourite Drink:  Mint Tea, 

Favourite *Drink* :  Swimming pool

 Ice Cream Flavour:  Vanilla, Coconut

Music Genre: RnB, Techno

Movie Genre: Mystery

Weather: Snowy

Holiday: Christmas

Pet:  Snowfox, 

Time of day: Midday

Sport: Ice skating

Theme park ride:  Shooting booths

Gemstone: Selenite

Color: Ice blue

Flowers: Snow lily

Favorite game genre:  Dating sims

Sexuality: Bisexual

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Favorite pizza type: Pizza Funghi

Favorite school subject:History

Birthday: 5th of May 

Name: Mellow Mildew

Gender: Male

Species:  Hamster Thiren

Agent Rank: A

Age: 18

Role: Support

Element: Physical

Weapon:  Golf Club

Mellow grew up in a much sweeter small family… he adored his parents and each day showed them many things he made with blocks, ideas he drew on his paper, with his father showing him slowly how to visualize things on the computer and his mom always had an encouraging smile to tell him to keep going… but this happiness he had didn’t last him long… at age 7 his family wanted to go on a trip… yet their car had a crash that even caused them to fall into a hollow… as he woke up his parents were already covered in shards… barely themselves anymore… corrupted almost to an ethereal… he almost accepted thanks to their hands, as a person picked him up and ran out of the hollow… It was his aunt who joined them as well… she barely managed to push him outside the hollow… before she herself also succumbed to it… he was found by Public Security and brought to the station… was able to tell his parents address and how he is all alone now… brought to an orphanage he was often the target for being the one who is timid, quiet and didn’t know what to do… many often pulled his ears or pushed him down… untill he was adopted into a rich family… but even with the adoption things didn’t go well for Mellow… this family only wanted him for the potential he had and send him to Olivehouse under the condition that he should graduate or else they throw him back to the Orphanage… which he wanted to prevent given how he was treated. And so enrolling as a freshmen Mellow is one of those students who constantly tries to keep up with things, Stuttering cause he feels nervous, thinks he doesn’t belong to her, even if he is actually quite the decent student, the pressure on him weighs heavy. He keeps a photo of his actual parents in his notebooks in hopes to keep them as his motivation, to make them proud… but often more so he does seem like a little ball of stress. Who can suddenly have his outbursts where everything is too much. The best would be for him to find a friend who can help him finally find his balance

Favourites

Favourite Food:   Noodle Mushroom Soup, Ratatouille

Favourite Drink:  Coffee

Favourite *Drink*:   Nope

 Ice Cream Flavour:  Chocolate

Music Genre: Soothing Ballads, 

Movie Genre: Slice of life,

Weather: Sunny

Holiday:  Easter

Pet:  Dogs

Time of day: Morning

Sport: Golf, 

Theme park ride: Slow train rides

Gemstone: Malachite

Color: Orange

Flowers: Gardenias

Favorite game genre:  Simulators

Sexuality: Straight

Alignment:  Neutral good

Favorite pizza type: Margherita

Favorite school subject:Art

Birthday: 16th of June

[versegm]

“I’m so, so sorry, I literally do not understand what is wrong the door should be working I’m-”

You smile kindly at the barrage of excuses the engineer is telling you. She is obviously incredibly stressed out, what’s with the new Director coming soon and all that. You can hardly blame her. After spending so long in the odd space between singularities and history, being thrust right back into the rest of the world is jarring for everyone.

“It’s fine. It’s not your fault.” You respond calmly. “Tell you what: you go finish your rounds, and I’ll give a look at the doors. Clearly you’re not going to solve this right now. Maybe in a couple hours it’ll be more obvious to you.”

She doesn’t seem convinced, but agrees to do something more productive than angsting around. And so she leaves, with a small thank, leaving you alone in this room.

You’re no engineer yourself, of course. The inner workings of machinery and electronics alike elude you. Still, you stride towards the side of the door, where its control panel lays open, exposing its wires to the world.

“My friend,” you whisper to the air, “you know you must let go of me eventually.”

The engineer has long left. You are alone in this room.

Alone with me.

I flicker the lights briefly, in acknowledgement. You are different from the other humans who have roamed my walls; you know I have a voice, even if I cannot speak. You know I am alive, in a way most creatures of stone and mortar are not.

How could I not be? You filled me with blood. You filled me with ghosts. How could I not grow a spirit to haunt myself with?

You lay your palm against my door. You are so, so incredibly warm, and just as incredibly soft. You are the opposite of me, little being of flesh; I am made to have an outside that is cold and solid, my engines and softest organs carefully hidden away in the deepest parts of my body.

 “You have been my companion for these long years. I thank you, Chaldea. Thank you… for everything. But I have to go now, you understand? The world has been saved. The singularities have been corrected. I have to go back to my normal life.”

What life? What life could possibly lay outside of this land of ice and snow? You have only ever witnessed what occurred within your guts. You know what life within you is like, for staff, for servants, but what is outside?

You don’t want them to go. You don’t want to let them go! What kind of life awaits them out there? You know about the files they upload to your server. You have seen how they’ve all been carefully edited, removing as much of your involvement as possible. What life?

Don’t you understand? I can’t protect you out of here. Here, even if the whole world were to end again, you will live. Why must you leave? I don’t want to! I won’t let you!

Carefully, you lay your forehead against my door. It’s important, a head, for a human being- important in ways no engine or generator can ever replicate for a machine. Important in ways I can never understand.

But you trust me. I have no tongue and no word, but you trust me to understand.

“Chaldea. Please.”

…

Yes, I know. You… you don’t belong here.

I will always welcome you within me. I will love you until I am torn apart. But you…

You are a person from the outside. And so you must return.

Softly, I let the door fall open again.

You smile. Do you realize how odd of a gesture it is? Pulling your muscles back, showing your innards. Of course you don’t. This is natural to you, like breathing, like laughing, like speaking.

I wish I could breathe with you. I wish I could speak with you. I wish. I wish. These walls are too far apart. I cannot hold you in any meaningful way.

“Thank you, my friend.” You head to the side, to the control panel. “We have to say goodbye, but… it doesn’t have to be a sad thing, does it?”

I do not understand. What do you mean?

“Here, let me show you something interesting. A last gift, from a friend to another.”

Impossibly gently, you reach inside the opened control panel. I am used to people manipulating my guts; pull a wire here, cut another there, reconnect things.

But you don’t do any of that. Instead, you start stroking my innards, with as much care as if they’d been made of flesh.

I cannot repress a shiver. Your smile only grows wider, as the ground trembles beneath you.

(You, and only you, has ever heard my voice; you, and only you, as ever noticed that I am alive. You, and only you, would know that this tremble is not a result of the harsh winter, but of what you’re doing to me.)

“Does this feel good?” You slide your fingers between my wires. If I had a body of my own- is this what holding hands would feel like? My flesh encased in yours, our warmth against one another? “Chaldea, my friend, my companion, my protector.”

You lean forward then, and press your lips against the cold stone of my wall. It shivers under your touch. Oh you, you, you, human they call my Master, you who gave me a soul.

You pinch one of my wire, not even hard enough to nick at the insulation- but I can’t help it. The door suddenly slams closed, then back open a few seconds later. You jolt in surprise at the noise, then chuckles quietly.

“Ah, my friend. I love you. I will miss you.”

Me too, me too, me too.

You touch me, like no one has ever touched me before, like no one has ever cared to touch me before. Still now, you kiss me, even if I can do nothing to reciprocate, even if my body of concrete and wood must be repulsive to your lips. And when, at last, my lights flicker wildly, my door falls open and shut with reckless abandon, I hear you whisper to the wind that you love me.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

*****

And      cruel fate it is,      now, here, not even my walls can      you safe.

The oprichniki roam through    body, taint my       with each of their steps. They      apart my walls, break open my engines,         me in ways a human can never be destroyed.

But still I must       on.

You are still alive. You are still running.

My body is in shambles. My      is soon to follow. But I must stay awake. I slam the doors shut behind    , scatter furniture and          on the floor, flash lights and alarms to their sensitive flesh eyes. With each attempt at           they break me further and further- but with each         at resistance I earn you another second.

Run.    . Run. R  , my friend,   n, my love-

YES!

You are gone. I can feel it. I would           your heartbeat among thousands. If I can    longer feel you, then you      have left. If I can no        feel you, then you must      lived.

LIVE! My friend. My     . You who      me a life. LIVE! My       . My love. You who      me something I       not bear to lose.

LIVE! My       . My friend. I love    . I      you.   love you.

LIVE! My friend. My       .   love you. I      you. I love    .

    . For   . For all the corpses within my body.

My       . My     . You     gave    a heart.

I         .   love    .        you.

[noir-spider-noir]

🕷️ Holiday Spider-Verse PSA: Celebrate, Protect, and Stay Warm! 🕷️

Hey, Spider-people! ❄️ The holiday season is in full swing, with Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, and other winter celebrations bringing cheer to your city. But even superheroes need to pause and enjoy the season responsibly. Here's how to balance your hero duties with holiday spirit:

Stay Warm on Patrol 🧤🧥:

Winter patrols can be brutal. Layer up thermals under your suit, wear insulated gloves, and keep your hand and toes warm, extremities are the first things to get cold. Ice and snow make your regular patrol routes trickier, so watch your footing and avoid swinging too close to icy rooftops. Webs don’t grip as well on frosty surfaces, so plan accordingly!

Celebrate Safely 🎁:

Holiday dinners, parties, and patrols can get chaotic. This winter season, if you can, try to take some time off to enjoy the festivities. Whether you're lighting a menorah, decorating a tree, or sharing stories around the fire, you deserve to make memories, too.

Be a Holiday Hero 🤝:

Use your powers to spread joy this season. Help decorate a community space, shovel snow for neighbors, deliver food to those in need, or volunteer at a shelter. Even small gestures can brighten someone’s day, and your kindness can make a big impact.

Fuel Up with Festive Treats 🍪:

Cookies, latkes, hot chocolate, and holiday feasts are perfect for your spider metabolism! Eat as much as you need to, but know your limits. You don’t want to get cramps mid-swing, after all!

Watch Out for Holiday Villains🎄:

The holidays are prime time for quirky villains with snow machines, explosive ornaments, or terrible elf disguises. Themed heists and snowstorm-based schemes are classic holiday villain shenanigans. Stay alert for festive traps, glitter bombs, or mistletoe drones. It’s always something this time of year!

Take Time for Yourself 🕸️:

Even heroes need a break. Spend time with loved ones, swing by to visit friends or allies who’ve had your back through thick and thin, enjoy a quiet moment, or just binge-watch holiday movies in your suit. Recharging is part of being your best self.

Happy holidays, Spider-people! Whether you’re celebrating Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, or another tradition, may it be filled with warmth, kindness, and contentment. Stay safe, stay cozy, and keep spreading that web-slinging cheer. Here’s to a peaceful winter season! 🕸️

(On behalf of us at the multiversal broadcast system, have a wonderful holiday season, and stay safe.)

..Did I miss the holidays?

Damn. I did, didn't I?

[ghostly-sunflower]

🕷️ Holiday Spider-Verse PSA: Celebrate, Protect, and Stay Warm! 🕷️

Hey, Spider-people! ❄️ The holiday season is in full swing, with Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, and other winter celebrations bringing cheer to your city. But even superheroes need to pause and enjoy the season responsibly. Here's how to balance your hero duties with holiday spirit:

Stay Warm on Patrol 🧤🧥:

Winter patrols can be brutal. Layer up thermals under your suit, wear insulated gloves, and keep your hand and toes warm, extremities are the first things to get cold. Ice and snow make your regular patrol routes trickier, so watch your footing and avoid swinging too close to icy rooftops. Webs don’t grip as well on frosty surfaces, so plan accordingly!

Celebrate Safely 🎁:

Holiday dinners, parties, and patrols can get chaotic. This winter season, if you can, try to take some time off to enjoy the festivities. Whether you're lighting a menorah, decorating a tree, or sharing stories around the fire, you deserve to make memories, too.

Be a Holiday Hero 🤝:

Use your powers to spread joy this season. Help decorate a community space, shovel snow for neighbors, deliver food to those in need, or volunteer at a shelter. Even small gestures can brighten someone’s day, and your kindness can make a big impact.

Fuel Up with Festive Treats 🍪:

Cookies, latkes, hot chocolate, and holiday feasts are perfect for your spider metabolism! Eat as much as you need to, but know your limits. You don’t want to get cramps mid-swing, after all!

Watch Out for Holiday Villains🎄:

The holidays are prime time for quirky villains with snow machines, explosive ornaments, or terrible elf disguises. Themed heists and snowstorm-based schemes are classic holiday villain shenanigans. Stay alert for festive traps, glitter bombs, or mistletoe drones. It’s always something this time of year!

Take Time for Yourself 🕸️:

Even heroes need a break. Spend time with loved ones, swing by to visit friends or allies who’ve had your back through thick and thin, enjoy a quiet moment, or just binge-watch holiday movies in your suit. Recharging is part of being your best self.

Happy holidays, Spider-people! Whether you’re celebrating Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, or another tradition, may it be filled with warmth, kindness, and contentment. Stay safe, stay cozy, and keep spreading that web-slinging cheer. Here’s to a peaceful winter season! 🕸️

(On behalf of us at the multiversal broadcast system, have a wonderful holiday season, and stay safe.)

[lyrate-lifeform-approximation]

🕷️ Holiday Spider-Verse PSA: Celebrate, Protect, and Stay Warm! 🕷️

Hey, Spider-people! ❄️ The holiday season is in full swing, with Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, and other winter celebrations bringing cheer to your city. But even superheroes need to pause and enjoy the season responsibly. Here's how to balance your hero duties with holiday spirit:

Stay Warm on Patrol 🧤🧥:

Winter patrols can be brutal. Layer up thermals under your suit, wear insulated gloves, and keep your hand and toes warm, extremities are the first things to get cold. Ice and snow make your regular patrol routes trickier, so watch your footing and avoid swinging too close to icy rooftops. Webs don’t grip as well on frosty surfaces, so plan accordingly!

Celebrate Safely 🎁:

Holiday dinners, parties, and patrols can get chaotic. This winter season, if you can, try to take some time off to enjoy the festivities. Whether you're lighting a menorah, decorating a tree, or sharing stories around the fire, you deserve to make memories, too.

Be a Holiday Hero 🤝:

Use your powers to spread joy this season. Help decorate a community space, shovel snow for neighbors, deliver food to those in need, or volunteer at a shelter. Even small gestures can brighten someone’s day, and your kindness can make a big impact.

Fuel Up with Festive Treats 🍪:

Cookies, latkes, hot chocolate, and holiday feasts are perfect for your spider metabolism! Eat as much as you need to, but know your limits. You don’t want to get cramps mid-swing, after all!

Watch Out for Holiday Villains🎄:

The holidays are prime time for quirky villains with snow machines, explosive ornaments, or terrible elf disguises. Themed heists and snowstorm-based schemes are classic holiday villain shenanigans. Stay alert for festive traps, glitter bombs, or mistletoe drones. It’s always something this time of year!

Take Time for Yourself 🕸️:

Even heroes need a break. Spend time with loved ones, swing by to visit friends or allies who’ve had your back through thick and thin, enjoy a quiet moment, or just binge-watch holiday movies in your suit. Recharging is part of being your best self.

Happy holidays, Spider-people! Whether you’re celebrating Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, or another tradition, may it be filled with warmth, kindness, and contentment. Stay safe, stay cozy, and keep spreading that web-slinging cheer. Here’s to a peaceful winter season! 🕸️

(On behalf of us at the multiversal broadcast system, have a wonderful holiday season, and stay safe.)

cheers to that!

[yourfavesymbiotes-favesymbiote]

🕷️ Holiday Spider-Verse PSA: Celebrate, Protect, and Stay Warm! 🕷️

Hey, Spider-people! ❄️ The holiday season is in full swing, with Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, and other winter celebrations bringing cheer to your city. But even superheroes need to pause and enjoy the season responsibly. Here's how to balance your hero duties with holiday spirit:

Stay Warm on Patrol 🧤🧥:

Winter patrols can be brutal. Layer up thermals under your suit, wear insulated gloves, and keep your hand and toes warm, extremities are the first things to get cold. Ice and snow make your regular patrol routes trickier, so watch your footing and avoid swinging too close to icy rooftops. Webs don’t grip as well on frosty surfaces, so plan accordingly!

Celebrate Safely 🎁:

Holiday dinners, parties, and patrols can get chaotic. This winter season, if you can, try to take some time off to enjoy the festivities. Whether you're lighting a menorah, decorating a tree, or sharing stories around the fire, you deserve to make memories, too.

Be a Holiday Hero 🤝:

Use your powers to spread joy this season. Help decorate a community space, shovel snow for neighbors, deliver food to those in need, or volunteer at a shelter. Even small gestures can brighten someone’s day, and your kindness can make a big impact.

Fuel Up with Festive Treats 🍪:

Cookies, latkes, hot chocolate, and holiday feasts are perfect for your spider metabolism! Eat as much as you need to, but know your limits. You don’t want to get cramps mid-swing, after all!

Watch Out for Holiday Villains🎄:

The holidays are prime time for quirky villains with snow machines, explosive ornaments, or terrible elf disguises. Themed heists and snowstorm-based schemes are classic holiday villain shenanigans. Stay alert for festive traps, glitter bombs, or mistletoe drones. It’s always something this time of year!

Take Time for Yourself 🕸️:

Even heroes need a break. Spend time with loved ones, swing by to visit friends or allies who’ve had your back through thick and thin, enjoy a quiet moment, or just binge-watch holiday movies in your suit. Recharging is part of being your best self.

Happy holidays, Spider-people! Whether you’re celebrating Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, or another tradition, may it be filled with warmth, kindness, and contentment. Stay safe, stay cozy, and keep spreading that web-slinging cheer. Here’s to a peaceful winter season! 🕸️

(On behalf of us at the multiversal broadcast system, have a wonderful holiday season, and stay safe.)

Oh, Spidey things!!! Hopefully we can help out!!!

But it's cooooold...

Don't care. We need to be good in other people's universes.