#and creating tiny cyclones

[dubioushonour]

Sitting outside in the setting sun, emotional about life coming back from the brink of winter and nature's proclivity to spin

[lavender-z-love]

Is this Love?

Douma X Black.Fem Reader

Genre: Demon x Demon Slayer, Demon Boyfriend AU, Human X Demon, Angst, Fluff Ig? Yandere x Tsundere? Action?

Warnings: Blood, Mentions of stabby stab (tryna keep it PG.) Yandere themes. SPELLING/ GRAMMAR ERRORS

A/n: I know Douma has a few screws loose, but lets ignore that for now. (This was a request) I've only seen 5 minutes of Demon Slayer but I did some research on homeboy and he is an interesting Antagonist. Also, Ik the powers kinda wack, just work with me here—I'll be doing some revisions too so if something looks different dont be alarmed

Wordcount: 1k-ish? Ill count later.

Part 1: Here ♡

Part 2: (More Yandere stuff. Nun too crazy)

The Heavenly Hashira. That was you title. You were known for your Aerokinesis, tessen abilities. You weren't the strongest nor the weakest, but you could hold yourself astoundingly well compared to the others. There was no denying that the Heavenly Hashira had quite a few deaths of demons on her hands.

The walk through the dark night was silent. A cool and Icy breeze began to pick up, you shivered.. It felt familiar but you just couldn't put your finger on it.

That was until you heard..That voice. "Don't you know its dangerous for a gorgeous woman to be walking around at night...Alone?" You stop in your tracks, eyes scanning the area in attempt to find where he was hiding. Nowhere in your eyesight, meaning he had to be somewhere behind you.

You take a deep, concentrated breath.. Springing into the air, looking below you. Rest assured there he was. Large muscular build, platinum blonde hair—Leaning up against a tree, waving at you, those cold rainbow eyes smile at you.

With your Tessen in hand, You whisper a quick chant before whisking your arm around. Shooting a atmospheric gas in the form of a small cyclone.

The last thing you wanted to do was create a large one and lose control of it. Once the cyclone reaches the demon it combusts.

You gently land, one foot touching the ground before the other. Your eyes glued on the now clouded area due to the combustible cyclone you sent towards him.

To no avail, no damage was done. Of course what would one expect from one of the most dangerous demons. He walked out of the cloud unscathed, still with that apathetic smile on his face.

"Well..Good evening to you too. Y/n", He spoke."

The air getting colder by the minute, amost like tiny miniscule icicles formed in the air. Breathing in was starting to hurt, causing you to breathe more conservatively. "I'm not here to hurt you, Y/n, Let's just chat for a moment", he cooed.

"Talk? I have no desire to speak with you." He lowers his voice, somewhat husky now. Those symbols within his eyes studying you.

"Playing 'hard to get' I see. You're So cold-hearted Y/n.." He smiled, eyebrows following helping him display a flirty expression as he continued pacing forward.

Of course, you walk backwards not wanting to come into contact with him. The ground started to crawl, a force growing quickly at Douma's feet and working their way towards you. Vines created by Ice, growing.

"Just let me say a few things and I'll consider letting you go for a bit.."

"Huh? Letting me—"

The vines shaped into large lotuses, the icy vines capturing you by your wrists. The vines, growing spikes rushing towards you. In a panic, you wave your fans around. Doused in pink aura, your wind slices the Ice lotus. Your wrists now free you turn and leap, hoping to get out the range of the Ice limbs Douma was creating.

Taking your tessen you use them to your advantage, utilizing its ability to give you a jump boost. Not long after the cold air picks up once more. Seeing Douma chase after you swiftly. Chanting then waving your Tessen as you hopped tree branch from tree branch.

"I advise you to Stop Y/n, I promise I won't hurt you", He says evily chuckling. Creating cyclones, tornadoes of all sorts- taking advantage of the freezing clouds Douma was producing. Sending hurricanes of sharpened Icicles right back at him. The frozen mist slowly engulfing you from behind, as you raced back to the others hoping you could lure him back to the others.

Dodging large wintery icicle shards that plummet from above. 'There! The Estate!' It was just at your fingertips, and then...Dragged down from the sky by Lotus vines. "Y/n, I love a good chase...but I really must confess something."

The vines tossing you around, one minute you hang upside down, the next you're thrown and caught upright. The vines wrapped around your waist vigorously. Holding you still for the deadly demon before you.

Pushing away at the vines, only for them to nearly squeeze you to death as a punishment.

"Release me!", you shout. You wriggle your wrist, striving to create some sort of wave strong enough to break the vines.

Douma, appearing so suddenly right in front of you. Face to Face, His hands latching onto your wrists, keeping them at a halt. His long blue nails, grazing your skin— He snatches the Tessen away from you.

"Fun game Y/n.. I thank you, I needed that run."

You stayed quiet, thinking of the things you'd never done yet..preparing yourself to be consumed.

"I wanted to tell you before— seems like..I've come to fancy you."

"...What?" You're neck nearly snapping as you turn to look at the demon. You studied his face, waiting for him to say he was joking of some sort. "You?...You heartless, unemotional psycho- Are you really capable of such emotions? Don't make me laugh", you scoffed. Douma's usual casual smile drops..

"Heartless..Unemotional?..How saddening you've been convinced I have no feelings..However–" ,With your Metal Fans Douma had taken from you, he closes them before bringing them up to your chin. Gently, lifting up your chin to look at him. "Explain to me what these feelings are..I don't think a emotionless being would feel what I am feeling right now."

"That doesn't change the fact the you're psycho-"

Douma gazes at you, his rainbow eyes undressing you in the process. His smile ever so alluring, baring his sharp fangs. "Psycho, I guess so. I'm a psycho for you."

Noticing that you were slowly moving backwards, now with your back to a tree, icy vines that held you captive loosen, not quite unwinding from you. In an instant, pale fingers intertwine with yours. Caging you to the tree. "Join me Y/n, I'll make you happy."

You shocked by his sudden proposal, pulling at your restraints and his hands. "NO!" Wriggling one hand free, you reach behind you grabbing a spare hidden weapon you carried just incase of an emergency. A blade, now shoved through Douma's skull from his chin and up. Warm crimson staining your hand as it drizzles down. Catching him completely by surprise, his eyes widened with shock.

His hand, swiftly yanking out the weapon out of his face. Blood following the weapon once disguarded. Slightly regretting your actions as you watched him turn his attention back to you. Expecting for your life to be cut short then and there, the opposite happened.

His pale hands, blue claws pinning your free hand to the tree. His eyes sparkled in amazement, desplaying admiration for you. "Oh my, such a beautiful and clean piercing."

He leans in, leaning in close to your face. "You really are something. An slayer capturing my heart..how interesting."

"You're not fooling me, let me go or kill me!"

"The last thing I'd want to do Is fool you, let alone kill you", he cooes. The Demon gazing at your lips every now and then, allowing you to catch onto what he wanted. You turned your head away from him. Leaving Douma chuckling, his fangs once again flashing. "Well..That will come in due time." His multicolored eyes scan you,"Hmm..how about you come with me?"

"What?", you question.

"You heard me, I'm. Taking. You. With. Me!" He sings happily.

..'This guy is really insane you through to yourself.' Douma chuckles, holding the fan before you. He opens it, puckering his lips and blowing icy dust into your face.

"As if id go with you willingly–"

Your sentence discontinued by the substance introduced to your lungs. You wheeze with disgust, in attempt to cough up what you ingested. The swiftness of your limbs going numb, followed by sleepiness now taking control.

Douma smiles joyfully as you slouch against the tree now keeping you up. His vines now releasing you as you fall before him. "I do have to admit, while I absolutely adore you fired up..This, Sleepiness suits you well too Love."

Douma kneels down to your level, reaching out to you. He loops one arm around your back and the other below your knees— carrying you Bridal style.

"Stop..l-let me go", your voice sleepily slurred.

"Mm-mm, the both of us have things to discuss. Take a nap in the meantime, okay?" His smile, the last thing your eyes saw before quickly succumbing to the slumber spell placed upon you.

Practically skipping with you in arms Douma heads back to his Resort. The satisfying sound crunching of dead leaves under his feet follow him.

"Don't worry Y/n..You'll come to terms with my feelings— No matter how long it takes. I will make you mine."

Written May 31st, 2023

[video-game-kids-tournament]

MEET YOUR CONTESTANTS!

Sonic spoilers under the cut!

Name: Miles "Tails" Prower/Tails the Fox

Age: 8

• “idk but they are child”

Gender + Pronouns: Male, he/him

Video Game: Sonic the Hedgehog

Backstory: “Sonic's little brother. Got bullied as a baby and Sonic adopted him abt it”

• "Little guy!!! He was bullied for having two tails until Sonic swoops in and scares off the bullies. Tails follows Sonic and secures himself a big brother! We don't know the exact age Tails was when he first joined Sonic but he was absolutely baby and little considering if you idle long enough he gets sleepy and does a little yawn. Anyways he's created napalm before. He is horrifyingly smart like don't fuck with this kid. In the games he goes through character development, moving past being in Sonic's shadow and growing into his own. Instead of relying on Sonic the save him he goes out of his way to save the city and when Sonic is believed to be dead, he goes head to head with Eggman at 8 years old. After the Adventure era, his characterization takes a nosedive but it's directly mentioned in the latest game that he himself feels like he's been inconsistent. He's still growing up and he is still learning. Sonic tells him all this and you can tell Sonic and Tails love each other so much okay I'll stop because I will burst into tears thinking abt the brothers."

Why should they win the tournament?: “He has a kill count. He had a rival once. Key word had, he blew him up with napalm bombs. Super smart and could make a machine to kick anyone's ass”

• "Adopted little brother of Sonic. Ostracized for being a fox with two tails instead of one.”

• “Miles "Tails" Prower is a two tailed fox from a small village in West Side Island. There he was bullied for his genetic mutation, his two tails, until one day, one Sonic The Hedgehog, while visiting the island, showed the bullies what's what, and ended up getting one tiny two-tailed admirer who wanted so bad to keep up with him and join him in his cool adventures, he learned to fly with his tails and joined his heroes in helping save his island as well as the world. Aside from using his genetic mutation to take to the skies, and aiding Sonic where his feet can't take him, Tails is also crazy smart!! he's got a particular fondness for mechanics, helping Sonic boost his airplane, the Tornado, basically taking over the plane, and even building his own aerial vehicles like the Cyclone!! He helps with basically any tech issue, he creates all sorts of gadgets too, besides flying machines, like watches, hoverboards, tablets and the such, as well as fixing up their extreme gears, to the point he's rivals with a professional of the gear, and also developing his own coding and apps! he's a tech whiz, and can go toe to toe with the likes og Eggman, who has an iq of 300. All of this at like, 8!!!!!! Recently all Sonic characters lost their states canonical ages, so while the ages are kimd of up to interpretation, it's very obvious Tails is still a kid, still coming into his own and still needing help from others more "grown up" anyway did you know I love him aksdkfj sorry for the ramble lol good luck with the tournamye!! ^-^”

• "he deserves it"

• “Little buddy”

• “bc he's a kid, and from a video game, and also i love him lots? :] also he gets put through the Horrors, gets adopted, gets villainzed and all the other shit too, so pretty please? :3”

[liza-webber]

ICARUS

Chapter Twelve: Where No One Goes

Rooster × female reader

A/N: Heyyyy I'm back! Sorry for the wait I started a new job, and my routine went crazy, anyway, chapter 13 is almost done too!!

I hope you all are doing well, have a great reading!!

Thanks for all the comments, you guys are sooo kind<3

Chapter Index

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Rooster was intrigued.

When he woke up on your couch, there was food on the kitchen table and a small note above the juice bottle.

“had to leave earlier, see ya” and a tiny rooster was drawn at the end, he smiled to himself and ate the lovely breakfast you made for him. He fed Knuckles, took a warm bath, and left your house with his heart filled with happiness.

Arriving at the base he met Phoenix and Bob outside the meeting room. Both of them had concerned expressions, Phoenix was laying against the wall, while Bob was walking in circles, his anxiety showing up.

“What’s wrong?”, He asked, approaching his friends.

“Neither Maverick nor Hawks arrived”, Bob said, crossing his arms.

“Do you know where they are?". Phoenix asked, lifting her gaze.

Rooster shrugged, putting his hands on his hips like a concerned mother.

“Cyclone is inside, he looks mad”, Bob completed.

“I have no idea”, he finally said.

“Well that's concerning”, a voice came behind him, Hangman’s annoying voice, “I thought you two were together”.

“Fuck off, Bagman”, said Phoenix with an angry tone. “Thought, I thought the same”.

“Where did you sleep last night, Bradshaw?” Hangman asked.

Rooster was about to answer when the strident voice of Cyclone emerged from the room, asking them to come in. He sat on his chair far away from Hangman’s annoying presence, why this guy need to be so inconvenient?

As Cyclone started to speak the whole room started to gossip, and a heavy atmosphere spread through the pilots. The Admiral said that Maverick would no longer be their instructor and since no one could contact Captain Hawks he was assuming the training.

“Admiral, don’t you think that’s an hasty decision? We should try to find Hawks first”, suggested Phoenix.

Cyclone just shook his head and proceeded with his speech.

And then the changes started.

The time to accomplish the mission had changed, and that made Rooster think. On the previous tests, he had completed the mission, but every time he exceeded the time previously established, and Maverik and Hawks always said that it didn’t matter if his team shot the target, they would be already dead.

He felt his hands sweating. The thought of not coming back made his anxiety increase. Cyclone said no one could contact you, or find you, where were you? The base was huge, but he assumed that no one could disappear inside of it.

Suddenly a memory crossed his mind, and he connected a puzzle he was trying to solve since the first time you two met. Bradley was good at recognizing people, and when you bumped into him at the bar, he could swear to god that he knew you.

Well, he did.

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Bradley was bored.

Waiting to see his father the whole day was boring, though he loved to be with his mother and hear the stories she created for him. Especially the one about the sky, in which brave heroes flew with huge dragons saving their kingdoms, these stories always made him think about his dad in an incredible jat fighting for his country.

He thought that his dad was the bravest man in the whole world. Well, uncle Maverick was cool too, but his dad? His dad was the most incredible man in the whole galaxy!

But for some reason, uncle Maverick had been more present in his life than his father. Carole and Bradley had come back a lot of times to visit him at the base, and Bradley always had the feeling that he would finally meet his dad again.

It’s been four years since he last saw Goose, his mother keeps telling him that he is “gone”, but he doesn’t understand. If he went somewhere far away, the solution is simple, just come back, right? It wasn’t that complicated.

“Bradley, what are you doing?”.

His head was close to the floor because he was sitting upside down in a huge red armchair, his feet laying against the top of it, he was seeing the world from another perspective and it felt interesting for him.

Carole put her hands on her hips watching Bradley and chuckled.

“Just don’t throw up, kiddo”.

“I won’t, mom, I swear”.

“You said the same thing last time, and you remember what happened-”.

Carole’s voice was interrupted by the white door opening abruptly, Maverick had fear in his eyes, and his breath was fast.

“Viper is going to kill me”.

“What happened, Mav?” Carole asked worriedly, walking closer to him.

Maverick took a deep breath running his fingers through his sweaty hair.

“Viper had a meeting so he let me taking care of his granddaughter, and then she said, let’s play hide and seek!”, Maverick mimicked a little girl’s voice, it was far from perfect, it sounded almost like Mickey Mouse, “And I thought, yeah, let’s play hide and seek. And I’m seeking her for thirty fucking minutes!” he slapped his own face. “She’s a little girl with a shirt full of ponies, and her hair is braided, can you please help me?!”

The desperation in his eyes was almost touchable, Carole looked at Bradley who was finally sitting in the right posture on the armchair, and a loud breath escape from her nose, it was too much information.

“Okay, Bradley, stay here, Mama will be right back”.

“I can help!”, he said, but Maverick and Carole had already locked the door behind them, leaving Bradley alone with his thoughts again, and he loved that. He pretended to talk with his father, he knew it was only in his head, but he missed his old man so much that it almost felt real to him.

Shivers ran through his spine when he heard something.

Someone was crying inside the house.

It was a soft sound, but creepy at the same time.

So he did like the heroes from his mother’s stories and fought his fears.

He followed the sound, it led to his mom’s bedroom, the window was open and the curtains were fluttering with the slight breeze, it was dark so he turned on the light. He looked behind the bed and something called his attention.

Bradley saw a shadow reflecting at the wall under the window, he walked slowly, and the cries and sobbing just got louder. When he finally put his eyes on the crying person he felt his face getting warm.

A little girl was sitting on the floor hugging her knees, she raised her head to look at him and held her breath drying the tears on her shirt.

“H-Hi,” she said with a shaking voice.

Bradley sat next to her trying not to scare her, but the truth is that he was scared.

“Hi… I’m Bradley?” he was scared and confused, what was she doing in his mother's bedroom? “And you?”.

She sobbed again.

“I’m- I’m nobody”. She hugged her knees harder, burying her face between them hiding her tearful eyes.

“Everyone is someone” She looked at him again, her eyes shining, “So who are you?”.

“My mom says I’m a ballerina, my grandpa says I’m his treasure, and my dad… said I’m a fighter”. She shrugged, “But I don’t understand what it means”.

Bradley didn’t know if he was dreaming, if he was imagining, if she was his new imaginary friend, but something about that encounter felt unreal and at the same time so compelling, that he didn’t cared if it was real or not, he was glad just to have it.

“Why are you crying?”.

“I miss my dad”. She said, closing her eyes.

“Where is he?”.

The girl pointed to her heart, the sobbing starting again. Bradley didn’t fully understand what she meant by that.

“Wanna know a secret?” he asked, and the girl only nodded in response, “I miss my dad too, my mom says that he is gone… But… I don’t understand, he will come back, right?”.

She stopped crying, and with a hesitant movement, she hugged him without saying any word. Bradley chuckled and hugged her back, still doubting if she was real or not.

“So there you are!!” Maverick’s voice echoed in the room, he was outside looking at them through the open window. “How did you get in there?”.

Bradley let go of the hug, and the girl pointed at the window, Maverick slapped his forehead.

“I’m good at disappearing,” she said with a proud smile.

She got up, and before leaving through the window with Maverick, she turned and faced Bradley again and waved shyly, he smiled, and then she left in Maverick’s arms.

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A sound brought Rooster back to reality.

The panel behind Admiral Cyclone started to show a jet moving through their training route. The room was involved in a deep silence, everyone was inside, who could be that?

“Who the hell is that?”, said Cyclone.

Maverick’s voice emerged from the panel, and suddenly the gossip in the room started again, but Rooster remained silent, his hands sweating. Maverick started talking with the range control and surprise took over Rooster’s mind and body.

“Green range is confirmed, sir” Your voice made Bradley’s heart jump, so that was Maverick’s plan. “ It's show time, Mav”.

“Setting time to target, two minutes and fifteen seconds”.

Maverick started the route and the countdown began.

Everyone in the room couldn’t remove their eyes from the panel. Two minutes and fifteen seconds? That’s impossible, no one could do that. Rooster didn’t blink while he watched Maverick go through the impossible target, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

The man was almost succeeding, the mood inside the room was indescribable, some of the pilots were panting, and some had a grin on their faces admiring what Maverick was doing. But Rooster? He was afraid.

He didn’t know if Maverick could do that, he feared for the man’s life. Bradley couldn’t lose him, not now.

Maverick hit the target and then the G count started, Rooster felt his forehead sweating, took a deep breath, and continued to watch.

When the jet hit ten G, Maverick ended the test, and the room stayed in complete silence, Cyclone left the room with heavy steps and Admiral Bates followed him. Some minutes passed with the room in complete silence, the aviators were processing what just happened, and the talk started to spread again.

Phoenix turned in her seat and looked at Rooster with an excited expression, Bob also turned to face him.

“You knew about this?” She asked, lifting her eyebrows.

“I didn’t know, I swear”, he raised his hands releasing a huge breath, seeing Maverick in that dangerous situation made a headache start on him.

Fanboy got up to approach the group, but a knock on the door made him change his course, then he opened the door and a little scream escaped from his throat when he stared at you.

Rooster watched from the corner of his eye.

You crossed your arms as Fanboy whispered something to you, your eyes wide open, Fanboy chuckled and let you enter the room. You were visibly embarrassed, Phoenix got up happily, almost jumping towards your direction like a happy kid, Rooster enjoyed the cute dynamic you both had and the corner of his lips turned into a soft smile.

She passed an arm above your shoulders guiding you through the pilots and watched you with surprised eyes.

“What happened, girl?” Phoenix asked.

“It’s not that big a deal, just a trade of favors”.

“With who?” asked Bob with curious eyes.

“James from the control tower, he knew my grandpa, and now I have to cook and bake for his daughter’s birthday”.

“Sounds like a fun afternoon”, commented Rooster, his soft smile still on his face.

“Oh, so you two are already making plans?”, teased fanboy raising his eyebrows, with a playful smirk on his lips.

“Shut up, Fanboy”, said Phoenix, “You guys are so nosy, jeez”.

“I’m just curious”.

“Sure”, you said, staring at him with a serious face and Fanboy swallowed hard, “Anyway, I need to find Maverick. See you guys later?”.

“Yeah, we are going to Penny’s bar tonight”, said Phoenix, removing her arm from your shoulders.

“Okay, see ya”, you nodded and left the room with fast footsteps.

Rooster followed you with his eyes and something caught his attention. He noticed that Hangman was also looking at you, but tried to hide it.

“Right, now that she left, Rooster,” started Phoenix, “Tell us what is happening between you both”.

“Nothing, we are friends. I told you guys before”.

“Stop acting like a teenager, dude”, said Bob trying to hold a laugh.

Rooster rolled his eyes laughing, “I swear guys, nothing out of common”.

“Of course, you’ve been simping for her since you met her at the bar”. Fanboy crossed his arms.

Bradley opened his mouth and then gave up.

“Well… I- I can’t deny that”.

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A/N: See you soon!! Thanks for all the love again!! I love to write this story, and I hope you guys enjoy reading it, <3

ps: I think I'll upload on wattpad too, what do you think?

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[mariacallous]

For nearly a year now, a bizarre heating event has been unfolding across the world’s oceans. In March 2023, global sea surface temperatures started shattering record daily highs, and have stayed that way since.

You can see 2023 in the orange line below, the other gray lines being previous years. That solid black line is where we are so far in 2024—way, way above even 2023. While we’re nowhere near the Atlantic hurricane season yet—that runs from June 1 through the autumn—keep in mind that cyclones feed on warm ocean water, which could well stay anomalously hot in the coming months. Regardless, these surface temperature anomalies could be triggering major ecological problems already.

“In the tropical eastern Atlantic, it’s four months ahead of pace—it’s looking like it’s already June out there,” says Brian McNoldy, a hurricane researcher at the University of Miami. “It’s really getting to be strange that we’re just seeing the records break by this much, and for this long.”

You’ll notice from these graphs and maps that the temperature anomalies may be a degree or two Celsius warmer, which may not sound like much. But for the seas, it really is: Unlike land, which rapidly heats and cools as day turns to night and back again, it takes a lot to warm up an ocean that may be thousands of feet deep. So even an anomaly of mere fractions of a degree is significant. “To get into the two or three or four degrees, like it is in a few places, it’s pretty exceptional,” says McNoldy.

So what’s going on here? For one, the oceans have been steadily warming over the decades, absorbing something like 90 percent of the extra heat that humans have added to the atmosphere. “The oceans are our saviors, in a way,” says biological oceanographer Francisco Chavez of the Monterey Bay Aquarium Research Institute in California. “Things might be a lot worse in terms of climate impacts, because a lot of that heat is not only kept at the surface, it’s taken to depths.”

A major concern with such warm surface temperatures is the health of the ecosystems floating there: phytoplankton that bloom by soaking up the sun’s energy and the tiny zooplankton that feed on them. If temperatures get too high, certain species might suffer, shaking the foundations of the ocean food web.

But more subtly, when the surface warms, it creates a cap of hot water, blocking the nutrients in colder waters below from mixing upwards. Phytoplankton need those nutrients to properly grow and sequester carbon, thus mitigating climate change. If warming-induced stratification gets bad enough, “we don’t see what we would call a ‘spring bloom,’” says Dennis Hansell, an oceanographer and biogeochemist at the University of Miami. “Those are much harder to make happen if you don’t bring nutrients back up to the surface to support the growth of those algae.”

That puts serious pressure on an ecosystem that depends on these phytoplankton. Making matters worse, the warmer water gets, the less oxygen it can hold. “We have seen the growth of these oxygen minimum zones,” says Hansell. “Organisms that need a lot of oxygen, they’re not too happy when the concentrations go down in any way—think of a tuna that is expending a lot of energy to race through the water.”

In addition to plankton dealing with ever-higher temperatures due to global warming, there’s also natural variability to consider here. Less dust has been blowing off the Sahara Desert recently, for example. Normally this plume wafts over to the Americas, forming a giant umbrella that shades all that Atlantic water. But now the umbrella has partially folded up, allowing more of the sun to beat down on the ocean.

Weirder still, another contributing factor to ocean warming might be the 2020 regulations that drastically reduced the amount of sulfur allowed in shipping fuels. “Basically overnight, it cut this aerosol pollution by about 75, 80 percent,” says Robert Rohde, lead scientist at Berkeley Earth, a nonprofit that gathers climate data. “That was a good thing for human health—the air pollution was toxic.”

But sulfur aerosols attract water vapor, meaning that previously those ships would produce clouds in their wake—known as ship tracks—which, similar to Saharan dust, would bounce some of the sun’s energy back into space. “Now that we’ve cut it back, it has the side effect that some of that air pollution—that marine smog, if you might—is no longer there,” Rohde says. “The sky is clearer, so a little bit more sunlight is coming through.” Thus shipping regulations may have contributed a little bit of ocean warming in heavily trafficked areas like the North Atlantic. (In the graph above, the solid black line again shows 2024’s temperatures, this time specifically in the North Atlantic. Orange is 2023.)

Over in the Pacific, an El Niño band of warm water formed last summer and is now waning, both accounting for a good chunk of ocean warming globally and adding heat to the atmosphere to influence weather around the world. El Niño is now waning. The phenomenon and its counterpart La Niña—a band of cold water in the same area—are perfectly natural, but now they’re happening on top of that warming of the oceans that humans are responsible for. “One of our challenges,” says Chavez, “is trying to tease out what these natural variations are doing in relation to the steady warming due to increasing CO2 in the atmosphere.”

Now check out the graph above, which shows sea surface temperature anomalies since the late 1800s. Things really started warming up in the 1980s, but notice the red spikes well before, in the early 1940s. That’s associated with El Niños, says Chavez, showing just how powerful the events can be in influencing global ocean temperatures.

Still, sea surface temperatures started soaring last year well before El Niño formed. Also, independent of that band of warm water in the Pacific Ocean, the Atlantic Ocean has been boiling, as you can see in this map of January’s temperature anomalies relative to the mean between 1910 and 2009. “The Atlantic has been record-breakingly warm since early March of 2023,” says McNoldy. “It’s not even close. That’s kind of the head-scratcher: Will it ever be back to just normal record-breaking instead of record-crushing? It’s just kind of crazy.”

If you know that a warm ocean fuels Atlantic hurricanes, you might be wondering whether we’re now in danger of a cyclone forming in February. But worry not. “There are quite a few ingredients that hurricanes need, and warm ocean temperatures is just one of them,” says McNoldy. For one, the low wind shear that hurricanes require to form isn’t there yet. But, McNoldy adds, when those conditions do appear, they’ll take advantage of that warm ocean. “We actually did see that a year ago with two named storms, Brett and Cindy, both in June in the middle of the tropical East Atlantic, which is incredibly odd,” he says. “We were also looking at extremely warm ocean temperatures out there, where normally they would have been a little too cool.”

Last week, the US Climate Prediction Center put the odds of La Niña developing between June and August at 55 percent. Whereas El Niño tends to create wind shear in the Atlantic, which beats down hurricanes, La Niña reduces wind shear. “All other things being equal, La Niña acts to enhance Atlantic hurricane activity,” says McNoldy. “When you have that influence on top of a very warm ocean, it’s probably cause for some concern.”

[transformation4life]

Red Cyclone

Vilan was gonna do it, he was finally gonna try get the bodybuilder body of his dreams. After obsessing over bodybuilders in magazines and internet posts Vile wanted to be just like one of the big guys.

“I’m gonna work real hard and get a big body yeah!” Vilan proclaimed as he signed up for the membership to his local gym. With that done Vilan went to his closet to look for workout gear. After a while Vilan paused.

“Hmm... I realize I don’t have any posers those bodybuilders have. I always wanted one too... Guess I’ll have to get one now!” Vilan quickly went back to his computer and searched “perfect bodybuilder posers”. His search engine listed one result. It was a listing for a red poser with a gold belt rim. The price was more than affordable for Vilan so he bought the posers with glee.

The posers arrived in a few days in a box with some sort of foreign language that Vilan couldn’t understand, but it didn’t bother him. Vilan decided to take a peak inside and took the posers out of the box.

“W-Wow these are huge!” the posers were at least 3 times his size and Vilan could’ve swore he picked his size when he bought them.

“Well they’re already here... might as well try it on I guess...” Vilan took off his current set of clothes and slid the poser on and not to anyone’s surprise the posers couldn’t stay on his skinny and tiny waist so he had to hold it with his hands.

“Just as I expected... well it’s a goal to strive for!” Just then, the golden rim of the posers started to glow a bright yellow as Vilan body’s started to grow.

Vilan’s back and ass began to widen and bulk up allowing for the posers to fit on him with ease and support his new two huge globes of an ass, very tightly even as his entire body went to a staggering seven feet tall. Vilan’s arms become massive as years of hard bodybuilding work materialize with his hands becoming meaty and just as large. Six robust abs popped onto Vilan’s stomach as a meaty set of pecs grew and jiggled onto him. To support Vilan’s growing upper half, his legs grew and grew becoming thick and large like a Greek building structure. Vilan’s body now supported and fit the posers to a tee.

“This is... not what The Great Vilan had in mind...” Unaware he was speaking in third person as a a thick gruff accent hit his voice. 

The changes continued as Vilan’s hair fell clump by clump until there was only a midsection that was then gelled and combed into a perfect mohawk. A rush of black hairs sprouted onto Vilan’s face as it created a beard like no other as his eyebrows grew thicker along with a more gruff looking face. A garden of body hair gathered on his shins and a impressive flurry of chest hair now accompanied Vilan’s rapidly hardening nipples. for the perfect masculine look. Vilan’s breath was taken away as he witnessed all of the changes to the body. Before Vilan could even consider commenting on his body, multiple wounds hit Vilan everywhere and instantly healed up as scars all over his body. 

“Ah that is right! I fought many a bears in my time haha!” Vilan commented after looking at the scars on one of his new behemoth arms as the memories of wrestling many bears implanted itself into Vilan’s memories. Furthermore the glowing light from Vilan’s posers latched itself to his wrists and feet as red and yellow armbands and accompany pro wrestling shoes took their place as the light then subsided. Vilan couldn’t help but look at his mirror and see what he had transformed into. One look and Vilan was in awe.

“This is quite the predicament...” Vilan clinged to his new beard with his meaty hands. One last change coming in as his bulge shot up in size and girth.

Vilan was now a huge bulking mass of muscle and could barely fit in his room. It was everything he could’ve hoped for when he took up bodybuilding and he got it in just a few minutes! Vilan started to flex and pose with his new body as new memories replaced his old ones. He was now the legendary wrestler of his homeland, Zangief The Red Cyclone! The last thing he remembered was having a wrestling match nearby and had no idea what he was doing in some dingy apartment.

“This is no place for THE Red Cyclone!” as Zangief did one of his famous Double Lariats.

In an instant the entire apartment completely changed into something more fitting for the Red Cyclone... a gym!

“Much better hehe,” Zangief went right back to flexing, but now in front of an audience of gymgoers as a ton of pent up sweat released itself into the air. Vilan got what he wanted and more as the great Zangief himself was now who he was and it was gonna stay that way.

[owlish-owlhouse]

I would like your thoughts on magical stimming

Been having thoughts about stimming in the Isles (since everyone is some form of neuro divergent) and how magic would change stimming there are some thoughts

Dopp it's us, it's the stim behaviors @dopp-likes-yanderes

Bard

Touching an instrument's plastic, wood, or strings, stimming with touch as well as sound

Playing different songs to change your mood. Different genres being associated with causing different emotions

Pulling strings on various instruments to do simple spells like levitation using sound manipulation

Plucking strings and focusing that energy to shatter or blast objects. Controlling the intensity of the magic with your emotions or letting it go wild

Humming or tapping to create strong vibrations or colorful sound waves.

Beast Keeping

Stimming on the fur, scales, or skin of various beasts. Having them cuddled around you or sitting near you as you touch them to calm down or when your excited

Various sizes of beasts so some of the animals are the size of your hand while others are twice or more your size. Being surrounded in a fur hug or having a bracelet of scales. Large or small amounts of stimulation

Stimming by taking care of beasts. Trimming nails, helping shed scales, filing horns, and brushing teeth. Brushing out tangled fur, braiding hair, and washing scales

Potions

Cutting, smashing, and stirring ingredients to create and make potions and exlisirs

Making potion creations that bubble, fizz, sparkle, swirl, or steam with no real purpose.

Swirling cyclones of colors, bubbling concoctions, steam or fog escaping long funnels. Fun aesthetic potions but useless.

Various temperatures to feel through glass, and weird textures. Semi liquids/solids to stir and pour

Clicking empty potion bottles together and feeling the glass, holding potion ingredients in your hands before you chop or smash them

Plants

The various smells as you walk into the greenhouse. Being able to chose what flower you smell if any

Feeling petals and leaves Inbetween your fingers, wearing heavy leather gloves and listening to the crunch of leaves as you shift plant matter

Pulling, plucking, and weeding the plants. Sharp or gentle motions as you go slow or in a frenzy depending on your mood

Dipping your hands into the dry dirt or getting them muddy. Sitting back and slowing down to hear the plants talk. The wind rustles the leaves, the branches creak, the trees and bushes whisper if you close your eyes to listen

Poking thorns and scratchy branches. Good and bad feelings that you can pick from

Illusions

Creating realistic or dream like scenarios with small illusions, having the tiny beings dance and move around. Using this technique to bring book characters and t.v shows to life

Manipulating light and sound to make little fireworks or a fun light show. Pops of light and color that are controlled by a flick of the wrist or a swirl of the arm

Creating clothes or special outfits for fun, making elaborate costumes and makeup for show. Shimmery clothing and costumes along with creative makeup.

Projecting memories like a movie, deciding to change something to make it more fun or bearable. Projecting or taking away light to have a shadow puppet show.

Healing

Practicing Stitches/Sleep Spells on rubber dummies. Feeling the fake skin and experimenting with hypothetical medical procedures

Smelling different medicines and elixirs. Rubbing essential oils into your skin before a shift

Drumming your fingers against medical trays, snapping rubber gloves, feeling cotton balls, stirring tongue compressors, squeezing rubber bands, and listening to your own heart with the doctors stethoscope

Scrubbing medical equipment and sterilizing medical tools. Feeling the warm steam, touching the hot glass, and smelling the clean air

The buzz of an energy spell going through you, the light tingling of a healing spell fixing what's wrong

Oracle

Picking words to see small glimpses into the future, said words being a trigger of sorts

Rubbing your fingers against tarot cards, listening and feeling the cards shuffle as you move the deck around

Smelling incense smoke and lighting candles. Feeling candle wax drip on your fingers, cracking and uncracking wax. Making the flames and smoke change colors with your magic

Intense shivering from a nearby ghost or stepping into cold or warm spots

Levitating or moving things telekinetically or having telepathic conversations with friends. Reading other people's thoughts and moving objects when you're bored

Abominations

Abomination goop is basically slime.

Using abomination goop as an almost sentient squish ball. The ball reacting to your emotions/the motions you use

Similar to Oobleck it's a non-newtonian fluid which means it can become solid or liquid. You can let it settle as a solid or squeeze it into a liquid

Stirring, patting, pressing, chopping, and tapping Abomination goop to squish and move it in different ways. Twirling your finger to change it's shape or size

Construction

Creating small houses and buildings with spare materials. Making machines or other things to pass the time

Racing with friends to build something faster, magic helping you come up with creative solutions as you try and win with unorthodox building methods and material

Tapping wood, playing with parts, marking and cutting items, messing with tools, and experimenting with various building styles as your Inbetween projects

Dipping your fingers into mud, concrete, or sand. Feeling various textures and building things with your bare hands. Swinging your tool belt around your waist and feeling the weight of the tools inside as they clank against each other

Sketching structures and listening to the pencil move across the paper. Blowing eraser and wood shavings away

[darsynia]

Trust Fall | Ch10

ARC image by Eury Escodero | image from neverfeltbetter at Wordpress

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Summary: Tony/OC, ‘terrorists made us fall in love;’ IM1 timeline. In this chapter, Yinsen's story about how he fell in love feels very familiar to Emory and Tony, but that doesn't stop them from finding joy in Emory's new powers and each other.

Length: 4,833

Tags (please don’t hesitate to ask!): @starryeyes2000 @raith-way @arrthurpendragon @starksbf @themaradaniels @chickensarentcheap @tiny-anne

Excerpt:

"Cyclone Armor, Emory. Think big.”

“I hate to point this out, but that name is way too grand for someone of my stature. It would be more like Downspout Armor or something.” She skids to a halt and ‘feels’ the air around her. One of the ‘packages’ is gone, another one is at less intensity than it held before. “It knocked out one of three, and the second one is at half strength.”

Emory tosses them into the corner and watches as they spin dust up and dissipate into the ceiling. Then she goes over to where Tony is still lying on his back. He’s got his hands behind his head and one knee up, the other leg crossed over it, looking for all the world like he’s resting peacefully on a beach instead of in captivity in the mountains.

“What if,” he says, pointing at her with one shoe, “You spun a hundred of them around you? Could you deflect projectiles?”

“In theory. In practice, I’d run out of patience for creating them at around ten, and likely they’d just collide mid-stream and knock me around. Are you going to get up or do you want me to check you for broken bones?” she asks. Emory knows that she’s got to get a handle on her power generation, and that the longer she’s het up, the more she’ll have to control, so why not go hard and fast?

“I am overdue for a thorough, line-item inspection of all of my parts,” Tony says immediately, holding both hands angled back, palm up.

Chapter Ten: Солнечный лучик

Tony’s constant low-level sexual frustration is, infuriatingly, good for his progress on the suit he’s building, he finds, especially as he has started on the wiring. Because the wires themselves are so lightweight and valuable, he can’t risk Emory being anywhere near him while he’s working, so he’d had to ban her from his side of the cave. Yinsen’s almost finished cooking, though, which means they have a dilemma.

“Would it be ridiculous to just take the table and chairs over there?” Tony muses.

“That depends on how willing you two are to curb your enthusiasm. I have no wish to clean bean stew from my suit,” Yinsen says, stirring at the pot without looking over.

“It’s not that bad,” Tony objects.

Now Yinsen looks over. Tony doesn’t like how perceptive his expression is, so he makes the command decision that yes, they’re moving the table.

“Well I’m going to do it. You’ll just have to regale us with tales of your youth,” Tony tells him. 

Emory’s under her blanket doing her singing exercises when Tony picks up the table. His instinct is to call out and tell her what’s going on, if only so he can see the expression on her face as she watches him come over. The problem is, if he sets her off so soon before eating, there will definitely be bean stew to clean up.

His compromise is to carry over the chairs first. The sound will alert her to something going on without any direct interference from him.

Tony loves being a genius.

A sound of metal clinking together pulls Emory out of her singing practice. She drops the blanket to see Tony setting down some chairs.

“Thought we’d eat over here. Just in case.”

He doesn’t hold her gaze long at all, but there’s a playful light in his eyes that has Emory captivated. As she watches, he picks up the table they eat at and walks it over, turning sideways when he sets it down (she’s certain he’s doing it on purpose) so she can see his arms to best effect.

“You are so completely transparent,” she laughs.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Tony protests as he arranges the chairs, but he glances over at her with a broad smile. Emory had spent all morning learning what it felt like to hold onto the odd second skin of potential power that happens when she feels a particularly strong emotion. The longer she holds on, the thicker that skin feels, and after a while there’s feedback, as if a small percent of what she’s gripping frees itself to affect her personally. She’d held on long enough for her hair to start blowing around (despite being dirty and weighed down by grime) and her clothes to ripple. Emory hasn't had a chance to share that information with Tony yet, but something about the way she’s already having to focus on holding back tells her he’ll be observing it himself by the end of their meal.

Considering she can feel it starting to build and the food isn’t even ready yet, Emory realizes she probably ought to focus this afternoon on learning how to dissipate the energy in a benign way.

That gives her an idea, and she hops to her feet. The other thing she’s been trying to practice is being able to tell the distance she’s ‘throwing’ the energy, which she’d tested by standing further and further back from the string contraption Tony’d built for her.

“What’s up?” he asks, coming over with three cups of water.

“Had a thought about how to disperse the energy. In case I need to.”

Tony’s lips curve into a smile that is at least fifty percent powered by whatever is going on between them. Just seeing it is enough for her hair to start lifting off of her neck.

“Okay, let me just--” Emory says, backing into the corner where she’s been retreating to test her abilities. She has enough banked not to need to look at Tony, but the temptation is too great. She craves the look of surprise and approval she’s certain she’s going to see on his face if she succeeds. To start, though, she closes her eyes.

Taking in a deep breath, she focuses on the layer of power she’s sheathed in, picturing it as less of a scabbard than a cushion, one she can rotate. If Emory’s right, instead of projecting the energy, she should be able to circle it around herself. She starts slow, wishing she’d tied a shirt around her waist to see whether the ends start to flutter. The pants she’s been wearing for over a month are quality material, and the airflow against them doesn’t really register, early on.

She can feel her hair lift and twist, and that’s when Emory opens her eyes. Tony’s standing with one hand resting on the back of a chair, eyes fixed on her, clearly fascinated.

“You’re making your hair spin, do you feel any force turning you, or are you able to hold it far enough away?” he asks.

“It’s like a cushion around me, like I’m protected in a cylinder, or something,” she answers, feeling the rotation as she eases more of the power into the already existing spiral. Soon she feels the force that Tony had hinted at; the wind wants to turn her. The only way that won’t hurt her is if she lifts up a little, but even then, Emory doesn’t want to get dizzy, just spin the potential energy around herself and away, rather than building it up until she’s a powder keg. “I wonder…” she says, and directs almost all of the energy down, meaning to see if she can levitate, even just a little bit.

“Emory?” Tony asks, seconds before she starts to lift up.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a little--” she says, but even as she says it, she realizes she’s wrong. It’s a lot. Emory fights to keep the power she can feel surging under her feet from winding up onto her legs and spinning her in a dangerous, uncontrollable way. She can sense that this is possible, now, as if she can see a tiny bit into the future of where the energy can go, if she pushes or pulls it just the right way.

“Send it out, send it wide, you’re going to--” Tony says, coming forward, reaching.

Emory looks up and throws her hands up to protect herself against the array of jutting rock and dug-out hollows that make up the cave’s ceiling. Instinctively, she brings the cushion of air she’d spun beneath her up, allowing it to turn as it whooshes up and away. She starts falling faster than she’d expected to, but Tony is there, so she sends all the air up instead of retaining it to cushion her landing.

She trusts that he’ll catch her. The alternative is to knock him down with the force of the energy.

Tony does catch her; he ends up crouched with her in his arms.

“How does it feel to defy gravity, Elphaba?” he asks. He sounds impressed but shaken.

“Terrifying,” she says, hiding her face in his neck.

“I’ve got you,” Tony says, his voice quiet but reassuring. His arms tighten around her for a few seconds, one hand coming up to stroke her hair once, before he straightens, and Emory draws back with no small amount of reluctance. She’d felt so safe in those stolen moments, as if Tony’s strength was something she was entitled to. However, his reference to the musical Wicked reminds her of the duet that the character Elphaba sings with her love interest. ‘As Long As You’re Mine’ stings, in context. The male lead, Fiyero, starts the musical wealthy and narcissistic, after all. The song plays in her head as she backs up. ‘ And if it turns out it’s over too fast, I’ll make every last moment last… As long as you’re mine.’

“Thanks,” Emory says, tongue-tied.

“Food is ready. Come, eat.” Yinsen sounds stressed out, and Emory guesses that he probably is. If what she’d just done had been visible on the camera, they would be in a serious mess.

Emory sits across from Yinsen, thinking that it would be better than across from Tony. She’ll have to turn her head to look at him, maybe that will help? 

“I think you’re on deck, sir,” Tony tells Yinsen. “In the interests of preventing any spinning stew bowls.”

She bites her tongue, resisting the urge to defend herself. Right now, just hearing Tony’s voice is fraught with power and passion, as much as she’d like to pretend otherwise.

“Do you want to talk about your children? I don’t think you’ve said anything about your family before,” she says to Yinsen.

The interpreter looks down at his bowl, holding himself uncharacteristically rigid. “I--” He lifts his head. There’s a misery there that makes Emory catch her breath. “I think that might be too painful. To be reminded, the responsibility I have to keep them safe. To have failed so completely.”

“I’m so sorry,” she whispers. “I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t want to give the impression that we didn’t care about what’s important to--”

Tony’s hand comes to rest on hers, and Emory’s words dust in her mouth.

“The worry is ever present, do not fret. Distractions only last so long. I could speak about my wife. There’s no escaping reminders of her, here.”

As always, Yinsen’s voice sounds gentle even as his words slice through all pretense, striking with unerring accuracy.

“Please,” Tony says, pulling his hand away.

Emory makes note of the fact that she had been caught up by feeling guilty, and thus didn’t store up any energy from the touch. It tells her that she might want to figure out a way to test the effects of fear on her newfound abilities. For now, though, she refocuses on Yinsen.

She wonders what he could mean that it’s impossible to escape reminders of his wife here of all places.

“My marriage wasn’t what you would call arranged in the typical use of the term, but the meaning of the word is very appropriate. Our families planned for us to marry, you could say.”

“How old were you?” Tony interrupts.

Yinsen’s expression is singularly amused, as he answers. “Oh, we were past thirty. This wasn’t a situation of young people, new to the world, being guided. Though, we were guided, most certainly. Adult professionals making their hopeful mothers weep for the lack of grandchildren.” He stops to take a few bites of his stew, but Emory saw that there had been a hitch in his breathing on the word ‘grandchildren.’ She wonders if there’s something awful that he’s been hiding from them, about his children. 

Ever since discovering that she actually has ended up with powers that she can actually influence, and hopefully learn to better control, Emory’s felt guilty about having ‘stolen’ them from Yinsen’s son. In order to survive here in the cave, she’s pushed away all the thoughts of danger as far as is reasonably possible. Dying isn’t as distant as she wishes, though-- and Yinsen is nothing if not pragmatic. He had made the choice to use the injections on her in the hopes that they can all better survive this ordeal… but the cost and the rarity means that he’ll likely never have the chance to obtain more.

Emory almost wishes she could know: does Yinsen expect to survive? Did he give her the injections because he is more certain of dying than not?

Tony’s mid-sentence before she breaks out of her reverie. “--order the two of you to get married, or what?”

Yinsen sets down his spoon, an enigmatic smile on his face. “Nothing so direct. No, our families and a few others met for a week-long celebration. They didn’t tell us about their plans, just sent Jalila and I to collect food from an underground storeroom. The door closed behind us and we were trapped together for quite some time.”

At first, Tony seems confused. “But you said they planned it, what did they plan? For you to be--”

He trails off, and Emory looks down at her bowl. She understands, because the same forces have worked on her, if she’s understanding Yinsen correctly.

“They knew it would be a bonding experience,” Yinsen says. Emory can feel his eyes on her, but something about the certainty in his voice is setting her off.

“It’s not a given,” she protests without looking up. “How long were you in there?”

“Many days.”

“Did you figure out what they were trying to do?” she pushes. “Didn’t that, I don’t know, make it… didn’t it make you stubborn? Resistant?”

“Your reaction is a common one,” Yinsen says. The amusement in his voice makes her look up, even though she knows that he’s always incisive, always perceptive, and now is the worst time for him to demonstrate that, at a moment where her private feelings are so clearly illustrated by his tale. Just as she expected, he’s looking at her, and there’s understanding in his eyes. Emory grits her teeth, ready to push back on anything he might say in reference to herself and Tony.

“What reaction?” Tony asks. She looks over to see that his brows are furrowed, and he’s looking between the two of them.

“Do you want to explain?” Yinsen asks her. He’s enjoying putting her on the hot seat, Emory realizes. She glares at him.

“Not really, but I’m not sure I’d trust your take on it,” she tells him truthfully. Yinsen laughs at that.

Tony frowns. “Seriously, what am I missing here?”

“Many people to whom I tell this story believe that if they were in the same situation, they would resist forming an attachment because falling in love was the material purpose of our families confining us together like that. A romantic bond via a shared traumatic experience”

Tony starts to cough, takes a sip of water. When he puts the cup back down, it sloshes a little.

“I’m saying that if you knew someone was trying to force you into something, it’s human nature to resist it. Especially if they have power over you! So it’s completely different, if you knew,” Emory argues. “Anyway, it’s not a given.”

“Oh, certainly not,” Yinsen laughs.

They eat the rest of the meal in silence.

Emory spends the day studiously ignoring the implications of Yinsen’s story and what Tony might have gleaned from her reactions to it. She positions herself with her back to him, ostensibly so that she doesn’t change the conditions of her testing. After all, if she re-ups her emotional boost from her feelings for him when she’s in the middle of trying to dissipate the energy, won’t that just make it more difficult to learn how?

It’s always great when circumstances mean that the thing you already felt like doing ends up the better choice.

By the evening, she’s confident that she has the concept of dissipation down, but in practice, it’s still a bit difficult. There are two things she can do, and one of them might preserve the energy in a way she can ‘regather’ to use again. It’s hard to know for sure, because she has to hide in the corner to test it, and Emory has the feeling that she has a greater capacity than would be safe to fiddle with in the cave in the first place.

More than once she’d let herself dwell on her feelings, leaning into a future she doesn’t expect is very realistic, and felt like she could tug on the air around her to pull it in. Obviously that would have a very different effect in the open than it would in their enclosed space.

“How’s it going over there, Dorothy?” Tony calls out, when she’s finally starting to get tired.

“Come over and see,” she says, looking down at herself. There really isn’t much indication of what’s going on, but she leans over and picks up a handful of the ubiquitous dust from the floor, so she can show him.

Tony’s pulling on a button-up shirt over his black tank top when he walks over. For once, she doesn’t tease him about it, because she’s too busy looking forward to his reaction.

“You might stop calling me Dorothy after this and start calling me the twister,” she says, grinning at him. Her hair’s in a rare ponytail at the top of her head, for once, because the motion of the air she’s meticulously wound around herself had sent her hair into her eyes so often she’d considered chopping all of the red locks off.

“Oh?”

“Watch.”

She holds the handful of dust at chest level and drops it. The multiple vortexes of air chasing around her body catch the flow, taking it along for the ride.

“Holy shit,” Tony says, staring.

Emory grins, feels the potential she’s carrying rise, and twists a fourth vortex around herself. As soon as she does it, though, she can tell it was too many.

“Okay, uh, stand back, that--” she says quickly.

Tony stays put, meaning he gets pelted with dust when Emory essentially plucks one of the ‘packages’ of energy-wrought air from its position winding around her to ‘toss’ it onto the floor in between them. The result is like throwing a localized, miniature tornado; it spins up into the ceiling to scour its surface with the materials it’d picked up on its journey.

“Nice! The culmination of what I did today was hooking up the air compressor on the arm of my suit, something I can’t test without toasting the two of you,” Tony laughs.

“You and your flamethrowers!” Emory says, laughing.

“So, question,” Tony says, advancing on her with one hand outstretched. “Do your vortexes maintain integrity until they come into contact with something? Can you use it for defense?”

“What do--” she starts to say, but Tony’s got a determined scientist look on his face. He snakes out an arm and pulls her up against him, giving Emory a thrill from the decisive movement, right up until he is thrown into the air and spun sideways before landing on his back on the floor.

“Tony!” she says, starting toward him.

“Wait!” he says, holding up both hands. “Just a jolt. Are they still there or would you have to refresh them? Cyclone Armor, Emory. Think big.”

“I hate to point this out, but that name is way too grand for someone of my stature. It would be more like Downspout Armor or something.” She skids to a halt and ‘feels’ the air around her. One of the ‘packages’ is gone, another one is at less intensity than it held before. “It knocked out one of three, and the second one is at half strength.”

Emory tosses them into the corner and watches as they spin dust up and dissipate into the ceiling. Then she goes over to where Tony is still lying on his back. He’s got his hands behind his head and one knee up, the other leg crossed over it, looking for all the world like he’s resting peacefully on a beach instead of in captivity in the mountains.

“What if,” he says, pointing at her with one shoe, “You spun a hundred of them around you? Could you deflect projectiles?”

“In theory. In practice, I’d run out of patience for creating them at around ten, and likely they’d just collide mid-stream and knock me around. Are you going to get up or do you want me to check you for broken bones?” she asks. Emory knows that she’s got to get a handle on her power generation, and that the longer she’s het up, the more she’ll have to control, so why not go hard and fast?

“I am overdue for a thorough, line-item inspection of all of my parts,” Tony says immediately, holding both hands angled back, palm up.

“What--”

“Palm to palm, one leg on either side,” he instructs.

“Do you want me to hurricane this entire place into a disaster area?” she says, walking closer dubiously.

“No, which is why you’re going to do this now instead of arguing with me.” He shakes both palms expectantly.

Emory steps over him and, loving the encouraging anticipation she can see in his brown eyes, rests a palm on each of his.

Then, they both start laughing. Her hands are quite small in comparison to Tony’s. Emory slides her hands up so she can link their fingers, and the searing want that slide engenders weakens her knees. Once they’re locked together, Tony lowers his hands, keeping his knees behind her at just the right angle to support her. His arms don’t shake at all. Tony’s expression is serious and direct, and Emory can barely hold his gaze. There’s so much that he’s promising in that look, and she wants every single second of it.

Just inches before their bodies touch, Tony swears under his breath and surges up, pulling her arms up to his neck and disentangling their hands. He cups the back of her head and Emory's right there with him, sliding her fingers into the sweat-damp hair at the base of his neck right as their lips meet. It's as if he's breathing life into her. Everywhere they're in contact, her skin sings, as if the friction of their touch sparks the chemical reaction of pure joy.

Tony’s other hand grips her hip, and his thumb is brushing across her cheek, the sensation almost as sensual as the kiss itself. Every signal he’s sending her is exactly in line with what she wants to send to him. Emory’s fingertips trail her heart through his hair. Her heartbeat under his palm beats in a rhythm of want, I want, I love, I love you, love you. She’s surrounded by him, and the new but familiar echo of those feelings as manifested by her new powers surge forth. Emory sends them spiraling around them, begging for a delay, a few more seconds with Tony, a few more, just a few more.

Every other time he’d kissed her, Tony had broken the kiss by now, but she can sense his own reluctance to stop in the way his hold on her keeps tightening, as if he’s physically fighting the message his conscience might be sending. Finally, he squeezes the hand at her hip too tight and she lets out a little sound of pain, pulling back and laying her forehead on his shoulder. 

“What, you’re not made of metal? Sorry,” he quips, nosing a caress of an apology onto her hairline. She compensates for the way that makes her shiver by slipping her arms up under his, around his back. As she does, Tony starts stammering in seeming confusion. “Uhh. Okay, that’s-- Was that, is that just from that short time? Gonna give me an ego here.”

“You already have one of those,” Emory says, but she lifts her head.

Spinning closely around them is a blurred column of dust and pebbles from the floor of the cave. Before she can stop him, Tony reaches out two fingers to touch it, but instead of breaking the structural integrity of her spontaneous vortex, he simply causes a traveling void where he’s swept away the particles. He pulls back his hand, and seconds later the void ‘heals,’ the dust and dirt redistributing throughout the tunnel.

Tony looks at her, and Emory turns her head back toward him. He jerks his thumb at the rotating phenomenon. “This? is sincerely amazing. But, promise me: no more strange injections, okay?”

Emory’s had that song from Wicked running through her head all afternoon, especially the part where one of the self-centered rich man’s line includes the words ‘there’s no future for us as a pair.’ She’s pushed back her powers in a bid for more time with him, why not push back on the rest of it?

“Why, Mr. Stark, are you… invested?”

Tony leans back and tips his head sideways. The man is seriously attractive, despite being scruffy and dirty after five plus weeks in their cave. More than that, though, is the draw of his quick wit, his genius mind, his gentleness one minute and arrogance the next. Even if someone had told her ahead of time that their plan in confining them was for her to fall for Tony, the very scenario that she’d told Yinsen she would have resisted with all her might? She doesn’t think she would have succeeded in that resistance. Tony narrows his eyes at her, an obviously impish crinkle around them.

“Is this confidence I’m detecting?”

She knows he’s teasing, and it’s an affectionate tease, but it still rankles. “You don’t have to heckle me!”

“I’m not!”

“Tony,” she dangles, but he interrupts her.

“Not heckling. And--” he pauses, lets out a little breath, and flashes her a vulnerable smile. “--yes.”

Emory’s on the verge of asking what the yes is for when it hits her. She’d pulled back to talk to him, but now she reaches out, presses her hands flat on either side of the glowing power source in his chest. Seeing how naked his expression is right now, the way he just admitted something she isn’t sure she’s brave enough to be so blatant about-- it’s making her feel guilty. If they survive this crazy adventure and he’s serious about being invested, however deeply that word is buried into the vulnerability that shines on his face, he’ll be leaving with at least two obvious liabilities.

The least she can do is try to keep him alive with her new powers as much as the reactor in his chest does.

“Sorry about that,” she whispers.

“One step forward, two steps back? Stop waltzing, Emory. Tell me why exactly you think you should be sorry?”

He sounds almost stern, and she looks up from the compelling bright circle under the edge of her thumbs to his face. Tony’s expression is kinder than the tone of his voice, at least.

“For giving you another responsibility, I guess?”

“Oh yes, you’re quite helpless.” To her utter shock, Tony reaches out, spearing his hand into the still spinning column around them, flattening his hand and smacking some of the dust and dirt right in her direction.

“What on--” she gasps, shaking her hair. She has to pull the cloth she’d tied it up in free to get all the dirt out, and since she’s sitting on him, it all goes onto Tony. He uses his other hand to protect his head, and she reaches out, having to brace herself on his shoulder to reach, so she can splash some dirt from the vortex onto him, too.

“Oh, it’s on,” Tony says, tilting sideways to knock her off of his lap.

“Don’t make me drop it on your head!” Emory threatens, but she’s giggling.

“That would be cheating, and you’d feel guilty for days, admit it, Mother Teresa!”

They spend the next few minutes jumping around hitting each other with slaps of debris from the whirlwind around them until there are only a few sections of dust left. Emory can barely see. She’s completely covered in dirt and pebbles, and Tony’s not much better.

“I’m practically blind,” he complains dramatically, wiping his gritty hands on her back before leaning over to drag his face on the fabric of her shoulder to wipe it off.

“Not fair! And aren’t you supposed to keep dirt away from the reactor? Shit!” she says, brushing his chest off.

“Oh shit,” Tony says, his tone deep and regretful. It pulls Emory back from the amused abyss with a sharpness that fills her with fear. When she looks over to where Tony’s looking, though, she doesn’t know whether to laugh or feel even more guilty.

Yinsen is standing on the other side of the waning vortex with his arms crossed. He looks like a school headmaster catching them as they sneak back into their dormitories drunk as hell.

Emory supposes their behavior isn’t that far off.

“I only hope this was not visible,” Yinsen says in a clipped, disapproving tone.

She can sense that its power is mostly sustained by momentum, so Emory reaches out and mentally dispels the rest of its lateral movement. It’s enough for the whole structure to collapse into nothingness.

“I’m sorry,” she offers, dropping her gaze and her arms to her sides.

“I’m sure you will be, since it has been quite a while since they’ve bothered to offer enough water with which to wash.”

With that, Yinsen turns on his heel and walks away, shaking his head as he goes.

“It took every single fiber of my being not to toss this handful of dirt at him,” Tony says, stretching out one large hand to show her.

Next chapter, Tony decides he needs to pause a little bit on his armor to come up with some armor for Emory, because it's becoming very clear that he cannot let himself lose her.

[celestialflights]

ride the cyclone as deltarune characters

ages ago i made this post, and after giving it some thought i realised there are even more parallels between ride the cyclone and deltarune than i first thought. going by premise alone, they're both about a group of teenagers who find themselves in a strange world and (in some way) are searching for an escape. not only that, but the characters are similar in some ways. so, without further ado, the cast of my rtc deltarune au! (also some of the pictures got weirdly cropped so click for better quality)

ricky potts -> kris dreemurr

our beloved non-verbal protagonists! i can very much see ricky taking a semi-leadership role if he was thrown into deltarune, already being familar with strange, fantastical realms.

mischa bachinski -> susie

while we don't really see much of what earnt mischa his 'angriest boy in town' reputation, he does appear to put on a tough, agressive facade. clearly, though, he's got a big heart and has a lot of love to give :') meanwhile, susie is the school bully, but as the story progresses, we see that there's a lot more to her than that.

noel gruber -> noelle holiday

how could i not have noel as noelle - they have almost the same name? beyond that, though, the bit in noel's monologue about wanting 'bad love' kind of reminds me of noelle's not-so-subtle desire for susie to bully her. and if you've seen the previously linked post, you know my thoughts on the similarities between nischa and suselle.

ocean o'connell rosenberg -> berdly

LISTEN. both are high achievers, both have trouble putting others before themselves, and don't tell me you can't see berdly singing what the world needs. also, this makes the ocean and noel dynamic very funny, as it's fun to imagine either ocean and noel being friends, and though noel doesn't actually like ocean that much, he's still friendly to her, or noelle and berdly just being openly hostile to each other.

constance blackwood -> ralsei

technically, the character i think constance is most like is noelle, and she and ocean's dynamic is more like noelle and berdly, so consider her a noelle understudy, i guess. still, i think she also fits as ralsei, as they're both really nice, sweet people who actually have more to them than that. plus, 'the nicest girl in town' and 'fluffy boy' just have similar energies to me.

jane doe -> goner kid

no lancer in this au, i'm afraid, as the only person who i think could at all fit that role would be mischa. again, i guess he could be the lancer understudy, but anyway.

i'm kind of cheating with this one, as goner kid is an undertale character, not a delarune one, and they only have a tiny role in the game, but jane fits them too well not to give her this role! i mean, this is goner kid's dialogue:

"have you ever thought about a world where everything is exactly the same... except you don't exist? everything functions perfectly without you... ha ha... the thought terrifies me."

imo, you could replace jane's lion monologue with those lines and it would fit perfectly! also, goner kid's alive counterpart is monster kid, just as penny lamb is to jane!

karnak -> gaster

i've heard theories that gaster is deltarune's narrator, so this one technically isn't cheating. they're both pretty ominous, mysterious characters with little known about them. i mean, how did karnak get his powers or sentience in the first place?

so that's my au! i hope this appeals to at least a few people! maybe someday i'll create some actual content for this au, as i really think it would work well!

[hopes-peak-postal-company]

Hey hey mod Akane! May I please have a DDLC and Danganronpa match up for me?

I'm a writer, I write all the time. I also love to roleplay, and make characters. I have trouble focusing a lot, and I get worn out easily. I am always full of energy, and need to take daily walks or I get antsy. I also ramble a lot, and tend to repeat things I have already said because it interests me. I am very very paranoid, and am super jumpy.

I really like horror! Not horror movies (except for animated ones like Coraline and Nightmare Before Christmas), but old ARGs and psychological horror. I also love musicals (Cats, Rent, Heather's, and I'm just getting into Ride the Cyclone). I play Cookie Run, and I have played Deltarune and loved it. I honestly just adore lore based games and stories.

(Just females please!)

@orchidsinmylungs

Of course you can and I hope you are happy with who I matched you up with.

Your Doki Doki Literature Club matchup is….

Monika:

* Monika gets very excited to read every piece of writing you write or have already written and will give you honest feedback on it

* But will also flood you with compliments on the really amazing parts you wrote

* No piece of writing is too silly for Monika and she wants to read every word you ever write or have written

* Will also role play with you and enjoys any scenario you come up with

* Whenever you write characters she loves hearing about them and secretly tries to hint for you to write a character inspired by her

* She actively searches for a character that you have created that even slightly resembles her in some way

* If you lose focus in a conversation with her she calmly gets your attention by saying your name, but she was a tiny bit hurt the first time you lost focus with her thinking she must be boring you

* But after you reassure her that you just do that sometimes she understands and from then on whenever you lose focus she just gently brings your focus back on to her or just leaves you to zone out while she stares at your face taking in all your perfect features

* If you have trouble focusing Monika is always mentally taking notes for you in important situations and goes through them with you later

* Whenever you get warned out Monika let’s you rest your head onto her lap while she strokes your hair sometimes making you fall asleep

* She likes that you have a lot of energy because she has loads of activities planned for the two of you to do and is happy that you have the energy to do them with her

* Will happily accompany you on your daily walks and shows you some romantic places she has found and likes to show you them when the two of you go on your daily walk

* Anytime you start rambling Monika listens to you intently and will never interrupt you and asks questions after to show to you that she was listening encouraging you too rant to her more often

* If you repeat things Monika will sometimes chuckle at how cute you are and jokingly say you have the memory of a goldfish

* But other times she doesn’t comment on it and pretends like you haven’t told her this before, but she doesn’t mind and really likes it actually

* Whenever you start to get paranoid Monika is quick to reassure you that nothing is going to happen and keeps an extra look out when with you to make sure nothing does

* Now Monika sometimes pops out on you randomly by accident, but she doesn’t mean to scare you and when she finds out your a jumpy person she tries to do that less

* She will watch and play anything with you wether it is psychological horror movies and old ARGs or musicals she watches them all with a smile

* She even does some research to find new things in that genre that she knows you will love and will even go to Yuri for recommendations in the psychological horror genre

* She also tries to learn some of your favourite songs from different musicals on the piano, so she can play them for you as a romantic gesture of her love

* Will start playing cookie run for you and tries to hack the game for you, so you get good items and hard to get cookies

* You have to tell her to stop or if you want her to you can encourage her to do so and even help her with doing it

* Will also play deltarune for you since you love it, so much and she likes to try anything that you like or have an interest in

* Will also try and find some more lore based games that you can play and she prays that hopefully you will let her play them with you, since she loves spending time with you

* Overall, Monika loves everything you do even things that you may consider quirks she loves them and anything you enjoy doing Monika will take an interest in all, so she can better understand you and have an excuse to spend more time with you even if she doesn’t need one.

Your Danganronpa matchup is….

Kyoko Kirigiri:

* Kyoko will read any of your books when she has the time too and when she takes a break from investigating a new case she usually sits at her desk reading one of your books

* Will tell you what she thinks and she may be a little harsh sometimes, but she just knows you can do better and wants you to improve

* But she will give you some praise when she is really impressed with parts you have written

* When you first role play with her she is a little stiff, but eventually she approached it like she’s going undercover for an investigation this way she fully gets into whatever role you have given to her in your roleplay

* She may end up acting like that person for a day or two after it though since she spent to long trying to perfect the character’s personality

* Likes hearing about any new characters you have made and gets inspiration from them when playing a specific role in undercover missions of hers

* If you lose focus during a conversation with her she will be a little annoyed at first asking if you are even listening, but she soon softens up when you tell her that you just do that a lot and it’s not because of her

* Well, she felt a little guilty and gave you her sincerest apologies and from then on whenever you zoned out she’d just wait for you to regain focus again and then pick up where she left off

* If she was telling you something really urgent though she’d just call your name and repeat what she just said when you regain focus

* If you lose focus when talking to someone else she will just tell you later what they said or answers for you if they ask you a question and you don’t know how to answer it

* Whenever you get worn out she lets you rest next to her while she finishes off some files and if you end up falling asleep she places a blanket over your body, so you don’t get too cold

* She isn’t the most energetic person, but since you are very energetic she will do some tiring and fun things with you during the day, so you get tired enough that you can sleep, but she will need an odd little break every now and then, since she’s not used to being around this much energy

* Will accompany you on your daily walks to make sure you are safe and because she herself needs to go outside for some fresh air since it’s unhealthy to be inside all day

* She actually really enjoys these walks though because she gets to be in your presence and it’s a peaceful and relaxing atmosphere

* She will listen to all your rambles and she makes sure to take in everything you say

* If you repeat things Kyoko won’t bring it up since she doesn’t want to embarrass you and she doesn’t mind hearing what you told her again and it helps remind her of things you just said in case she forgets them herself even if that is unlikely to occur

* Since you get paranoid easily Kyoko makes sure to accompany you anywhere you go that she deems is really sketchy to ease your paranoia

* Or if you seem extra paranoid that day she doesn’t leave your side since she doesn’t want your paranoia to cause something terrible to happen to you

* Since your a jumpy person she makes sure not to pop out on you since she doesn’t want to scare you

* She may slip up sometimes though, but she apologises to you when she does

* She will watch psychological horror movies with you even if they are really predictable for her, but she enjoys them regardless of that

* She’s not that keen on musicals though, but she watches them for you and mentally curses her brain when she can’t get one of the musical songs out of her head much to her annoyance

* She will also give ARGs ago which would be a new experience for her since she doesn’t play many games

* She will give cookie run and deltarune ago too since you play those games, but she hasn’t got much time to play them, so she isn’t at a very high level and hasn’t advanced very far in the game

* You end up building some of her kingdom in cookie run for her to give her a bit of help

* She does keep the look out for some more lore based games for you to play though since she knows how much you love them

* Overall, you may be opposites, but Kyoko still loves you and she is willing to try anything you like even if she isn’t that keen on it herself or doesn’t have the time too, but she will try her best to make time for you.

[tea-stained]

there was a cloud

it was fluffy and white

innocent enough

light and a bit tattered

in the shape of a mountain

shards of rainbows scattered inside

sitting there

opal among pearls

on the background

compiled of sapphire sky

gracefully gazing over

every cloud seen and not-seen

by the eyes of man,

bright jasper

creating a delicate golden lining

on every and each cloud

as if making sure

everyone is safe

frantically warming them up

checking up and preventing

overlapping

endlessly wide river

making everything flow

waking up gods and men

watching with those

warm and scorching

comforting and burning eyes

putting them to sleep

taking any cloud and every cloud

into the equation

there is beauty

in a cyclone

the cloud keeps moving its peak

it begins to swirl around

into a tiny spiral

is it ice cream or whipped cream?

is it a sweet meringue?

as it gets warmer

the mountain gains colours

becoming golden

as it gets hotter

the mountain gains colours

as it becomes

oh, dear red jasper

you have burnt this one

and there is nothing you can do

never again

will this mountain be whole again

the other clouds scatter slowly,

pushed away by cyclone's vicious breath

mountain growing taller and taller

towering

climbing itself

you used to be opal

now you are nothing

but smoke

you explode

howling

but there is no lightning

you explode

screaming and screeching and howling and yelling and shouting and shrieking

"nasty"

ah,

here is the explosion

you bawl out everything you had

this spectacle

this charade

just stop already, won't you?

being ripped to pieces cannot possibly hurt that bad

and you probably enjoy it

don't cry

you are nasty

don't weep

you are disgusting

"i'm sorry"

with every blow

weight grows heavier

with every blow

there is damage

impossible to be undone

as i try to calm down

i fall to the ground once more

listening to nothingness

barely breathing

struck by a lighting

i would never tell you

but there is comfort in the cyclone

i stare into its eye

and it winks

"let's keep it a secret, okay?"

[desert-bluffs-and-me]

Wtnv quick rundown - 63 - There is no part 1: part 2

There is no part one. This is part two. Welcome to Night Vale.

The gimmick/joke of this episode is that we are only hearing a 'follow up' to an earlier broadcast of Cecil's which we as people listening to a podcast never get to hear. It does however create a sense of the show having more reality, like you sincerely did just miss the early part of a live broadcast and are just catching up with it now.

A Sand Golem and thousands of angorra rabbits released from the petting zoo are attacking city hall and thus, Dana. The Sand Golem was accidentally raised by Harrison Kip (Adjunct Professor of Archaeology at the Community College) when he was coerced into whispering into a talisman when the unknown people funding his projects told him 'thats just what talismans like'. He then ran off, stating it was 'his bad'.

Cecil is worried that he will be used like a puppet to rescue Dana again, sure that whoever bought him as 'Lot 37' did just that the last time Dana was in danger. He only wants to be manipulated in the 'correct' way that everyone under an all-seeing authoritarian state should be.

The man in the tan jacket visits Cecil and offers him some kind of note, which Cecil doesn't take. Cecil is heard muttering about how he's 'never heard of that place and how would we get there' but all we hear from TMITTJ is a humming sound before he departs.

Cecil 'loses time' during this conversation, during which he apparently goes and rescues Dana, once again without meaning to or knowing that he's done so. He apparently shows great strength beyond his stature whilst in this trance(?)state.

Teddy Williams (of the bowling ally) is at his wits end as he has to do more repairs on his bowling ally after -something- happened with the ball return machine indicated to have something to do with the tiny city under lane 5.

The sheriff is unable to defend people against the tiny army we are told, but is fine after it. Then there is a Saw Cyclone, which the sheriff once more miraculously escapes. Then he gets sent an angry letter which causes a papercut he's 'still recovering from'.

Hiram and the FOW attack city hall. Hiram admits that all of todays disastors, as well as the release of the antiques, forcing Pamela to retire and the consumerist Christmas were caused by them as a way to try and get rid of Dana. Hiram is now blocking off city hall from rescuers as the FOW stalks Dana through city hall.

Cecil once again is puppetted to save Dana, though both Hiram and the FOW escape capture for their deeds. Cecil questions whether Dana may be the owner of Lot 37.

Weather: "Heel Turn 2" by The Mountain Goats http://mountain-goats.com

During the Children's Fun Fact Science Corner, Cecil has been teaching children to make...something that grows tendrils. If it starts to buzz, they should run as the tendrils have marked them as it's prey. If not, they are ready for part 3.

Cecil mentions Svitz again as well as 'Lumeria' and 'the secret lost pet city on the moon'.

Stay tuned next for part 3 and part 4 and many more parts, each succeeding moment after the one before, and some you will hear and some you will not, and none of them will be true, exactly, but all of them will be an honest attempt at the most accurate fiction possible. Good night, to our recuperating Sheriff. Good night, to a mayor I once thought I knew. Good night to Old Woman Josie and the rest of the bowling team. I’ll see you at League Night. And good night, Night Vale, good night.

Proverb: History is written by the victors and then forgotten by the victors and then the victors die too.

[terrainofheartfelt]

ready for another song recommendation you definitely did not ask for? if I were to make a 'dan humphrey is a giant sap' playlist, the first song I'd put on there is umpqua rushing by blind pilot (specifically linking the NPR tiny desk which should be enjoyed w/ headphones). the whole song is just "PINING INTENSIFIES" but some of the most DH lines to me are:

"I tried to hold you, I tried everything but running"

"I will not miss you // I will not think each day // of summer twilight, your eyes rushing through me deep"

there's also this beautiful, long, slow build that happens at the end of the song, where it's like the lead singer can't make the words stop - they just pour out of him one line after the next. it creates this effect of like a cyclone of feeling, if that makes any sense?

omg!!! First of all, LOVE a tiny desk concert. I have to listen to the Lizzo & Olivia Rodrigo ones periodically for my well-being.

BUT what a funny coinkidink that you should rec this bc an anon recc’d this for my dan playlist MONTHS ago and it’s been on my spotify list ever since, I just…forgot to update the Youtube one. But it is up to date as of right now, I just reblogged it for your reference 💖💖💖

[green-teadrops]

there was a cloud

it was fluffy and white

innocent enough

light and a bit tattered

in the shape of a mountain

shards of rainbows scattered inside

sitting there

opal among pearls

on the background

compiled of sapphire sky

gracefully gazing over

every cloud seen and not-seen

by the eyes of man,

bright jasper

creating a delicate golden lining

on every and each cloud

as if making sure

everyone is safe

frantically warming them up

checking up and preventing

overlapping

endlessly wide river

making everything flow

waking up gods and men

watching with those

warm and scorching

comforting and burning

putting them to sleep

taking any cloud and every cloud

into the equation

there is beauty

in a cyclone

the cloud keeps moving its peak

it begins to swirl around

into a tiny spiral

is it ice cream or whipped cream?

is it a sweet meringue?

as it gets warmer

the mountain gains colours

becoming golden

as it gets hotter

the mountain gains colours

as it becomes

oh, dear red jasper

you have burnt this one

and there is nothing you can do

never again

will this mountain be whole again

the other clouds scatter slowly,

pushed away by cyclone's vicious breath

mountain growing taller and taller

towering

climbing itself

you used to be opal

now you are nothing

but smoke

you explode

howling

but there is no lightning

you explode

screaming and screeching and howling and yelling and shouting and shrieking

"nasty"

ah,

here is the explosion

you bawl out everything you had

this spectacle

this charade

just stop already, won't you?

being ripped to pieces cannot possibly hurt that bad

and you probably enjoy it

don't cry

you are nasty

don't weep

you are disgusting

"i'm sorry"

with every blow

weight grows heavier

with every blow

there is damage

impossible to be undone

as i try to calm down

i fall to the ground once more

listening to nothingness

barely breathing

struck by a lighting

i would never tell you

but there is comfort in the cyclone

i stare into its eye

and it winks

"let's keep it a secret, okay?"

[ventilair12]

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was thinking about this in discord and thought id post here too

i was watching one piece and i just watched a non-party character (forgot his name. if i refer to him again, will call him wizard bc hes dressed as a wizard) create rain for a desert town that was struggling with its water supply and its getting me thinking about how like. they could use this to change the ecosystem of desert islands in the long-run

granted, it probably wouldnt work on islands on the grand line due to how the grand line doesnt have a climate unique to it, but rather has climates unique to each individual island

iirc, the straw hats went to a desert island on the grand line that was like if a group of real people went to the sahara and it had a bunch of villages smack in the middle, then i think the next island, or the island 2 down or whatever was a winter island

or actually i think it was a few before. point stands

on an island like alabasta, the grand line desert island, i dont know if consistent rain would be enough to change the climate there to allow proliferate plant growth, considering they already have a powder that can summon it and they dont seem to have used that to do so

however, i dont believe the island nami is on now with wizard is part of the grand line, meaning consistent rain could help an ecosystem thrive, assuming it wouldnt also kill the already existing animal species there

there was a scene on that island where, as it was raining, the camera shifted to a frog on the stem of a small plant green plant which implies to me that the island, or at least a part of it supported a larger variety of life than what's present now. however, the archetecture of the buildings was similar to that of the villages of alabasta, which also implies that the island has been a desert for multiple generations at the least. i dont know how to interpret this because the information conflicts so much. perhaps the area used to have diverse life, but it died out long before, and with the old buildings decaying in the dry air, the townsfolk built new ones out of sandstone and protected what little life they could

i went back to figure something out and saw that theres also defined farmland in this village, which says that this is a drought. however, this still doesnt explain the sandstone structures.

there's also a sky island connected to this one via (tiny) airship, which they used to create the rain. if this is the case, as these dont seem new, why didnt the sky islanders help? they seem willing now, and we havent heard any history of tension like we would normally, which means these two islands have no problems with each other.

if the drought is new, why did all of the plants dry up, die, and decay so quickly? if its not, why is the rain provided by the sky islanders so sparse that it only supplies enough for one harvest (and presumably for drinking and maybe even bathing) if they clearly have a surplus, considering the previous half-episode here started us in a cyclone?