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[garbinge]

HARMONY AFTER THE STORM

Tyler Owens x F!Reader // Word Count: 2.7k Summary: After a long day, you wind down back at the motel and share a sweet moment at the parking lot bonfire with Tyler Owens. Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Fluff. Established relationship. Light angst (based on details of the heaviness of storm chasing). No use of y/n. A/N: Trying out somethin a liiiil new layout wise for my fics! Tyler Owens brain rot is in full effect and this fluffy little number makes my heart warm.

Your phone speaker hummed as music vibrated against the bathroom sink while you washed the day off in the shower. The motel’s water pressure wasn’t the best, but you weren’t complaining, you were happy there was hot water and soap left. You were always the last of the crew to shower, while that ran the risk of running out of hot water, it also awarded you the most peaceful shower. Everyone was gone, outside gathered around bonfires, maybe fixing up equipment. Point was, it left you alone to decompress with your music and sometimes you’d sneak a shower beer in as well, you were a southern girl after all. 

After a day of chasing storms, getting dirt practically embedded into your skin, the chaos of all the voices, the engines, the winds, this was your peace, your grounding. The soft music buzzing as you swayed back and forth as the water fell down your body. Washing down the drain along with the dirty water was all your anxiety from the day. While you loved chasing tornadoes, you also fully were aware of the effect it had on your psyche. You weren’t as easy as the others in the crew. Boone loved the thrill, he was crazy in the best way possible. Lilly was a free-spirit, she would go wherever the winds blew her and thrive effortlessly. Dani and Dexter, they were too smart for their own good, every equation, every problem, they’d smile through finding the solution. And Tyler, well, he was a good combination of it all while also just plainly and simply loving it. The clouds, the storms, he found beauty in them. For him it was passion.  For you, you did enjoy it, the thrill of it all, the problem solving, the fact that it kept you on your toes moving.  And you couldn’t lie, the storms were fucking beautiful when you really looked at them. But for you the reasoning was more difficult. You wanted to help. But that came with a heavy burden, but for you helping outweighed all those bad moments. That’s how it was for everyone in the crew, you just felt like the mental images of wreckage stayed with you a little longer than everyone else. Which is why these showers were your favorite, it helped you process it all. 

“Hey baby, it’s just me!” Tyler called out as he entered the motel room. “Just lookin’ for Lilly’s drone repair case!” His eyes were looking around the room, there were tons of bags and things scattered across the floor, the beds, and anything resembling a table. His announcement out to you was just so he didn’t startle you with his presence, but he knew very well how important that end of the day shower was to you which is why he wasn’t paying much attention to the open door of the bathroom. 

Between the music on your phone and the shower you didn’t hear him come in. Just continued your swaying, letting the water bounce off your face. As the song changed, you began to mumble along, your voice echoing against the bathroom acoustics despite you only lowly singing with the speaker. 

As Tyler bent down to grab the case, his eyebrows furrowed, the left side of his lips twitched up in a smile, his mouth open as he let out a whispered chuckle. There was a lot crossing his mind at the moment. It was obvious you hadn’t heard him come in, not because you were singing but because you were singing and hadn’t acknowledged him. As he heard you mumbling the country music from damn near a decade ago he couldn’t help but grin. It was music you’d both listen to when you first started dating. The song was one he hadn’t heard in ages but when it filled his ears now, and your voice joined along with it, he couldn’t wipe the grin from his face. His head turned towards the bathroom door that was wide open as he stood up straight, the drone case now in his hand resting at his side. The frosted shower curtain tried its best to censor out what was behind it, but your blurred silhouette could still be seen as you moved your hips back and forth to the beat. That grin on Tyler's grin didn’t fade, if anything it grew bigger. Dropping the case on the bed before walking over to the bathroom, he leaned his shoulder on the open door frame as his arms crossed, and his right foot crossed over the left. Seeing you like this made his heart happy, he was no stranger to the weight your storm chasing days had on you. His mind couldn’t help but jump back to those first few years of your relationship, ones that were littered with memories of late night drives, line dancing and stepping on eachother’s feet, camping out in the bed of his truck in the middle of the Arkansas farmland plains. It was crazy that all this time had passed and you hadn’t done any of the things that made you fall in love with each other for what now he realized felt like a really long time. Your lives were consumed with this and while he knew you didn’t mind, it didn’t stop his own from wandering. His head fell down with one more smile, opting to not say anything to you and ruin your post-chase ritual. Pushing off the door frame, he grabbed the case and left the motel room to rejoin the group outside. 

Your hair was still damp from the shower, but you had fresh clothes on and felt like a new person. Quickly you tossed your shoes on, grabbed your phone from the bathroom sink and made your way down the stairs to join the crew. At this point, they had all gathered around the bonfire, leaving the rest of the repairs and work for tomorrow. Guitars of some of the chasers from other groups were playing as the groups gathered with their beers and mingled. It was one of your favorite things about being on the road like this, just random people joining together all in the common interest of storms. But these moments weren't always about twisters, they were about comradery, they were about friendship, laughs. It was memories in the making.

As you reached into the cooler, you pulled out two cans of beer. The condensation and melted ice falling off them in drops as you made your way closer to the bonfire circle. While there weren't many empty seats left around the fire, you knew you always had one reserved for you. You spotted Tyler before you even trekked down the stairs of the motel, his laugh was loud and could be heard from miles away. Your eyes had found him in the crowd almost immediately so once you were on the ground level, all you needed to do was make your way over to him. 

“Hey.” It came out as a whisper in his ear while leaning over the back of the chair he was reclined slightly back on. Your hands fell down against his chest, the cold beers you got for both of you were resting against him now. He stopped talking and looked up at you, his hand instinctively reaching up your arms and guiding you to sit down in his lap which you did without hesitation.

“Hey country girl.” His left hand caught your back as you moved down onto his legs, his other hand resting over your legs that dangled off the side of him as well as the chair. 

As your face scrunched up in a humorous and unclear look, you adjusted yourself in his lap, Tyler providing you support as you did so. 

“Country girl?” You questioned him, still confused as to what he meant. You were a lot of things, nickname wise, to him. He’d come up with something for everything over the years but this was one you hadn’t heard. 

He didn’t answer you, just smiled and placed a quick kiss on your arm before taking one of the beers from your hands to crack open before continuing his conversation from before you arrived.

And if that wasn’t enough, Lilly’s voice was taking you away from even thinking about what Tyler had said. “We fixed the drone!”

Tyler's head was resting on the side of your arm, chatting with the person to his left, although to you it was behind. Your time was being occupied by leaning forward a bit to talk with Lilly who was in the seat to Tyler’s right. She was catching up on the details with Cairo, the drone that had been just as much a part of your crew as each human member. You were so invested in the conversation that you almost missed the familiar strumming in the faint distance. It took you a few seconds but your head turned and took in the guitar players nodding and tapping their feet to the song you were just singing to while you showered. 

Your lips began to curve up, you felt Tyler’s hand move up your back, rubbing it over your shirt. As you looked down at him, your smile still only slightly curved and your eyes knowingly doing all the talking for you, his own grin widened and he looked down away from your gaze with a laugh. 

“Tyler Owens, were you spying on me?” You whispered it, only wanting this to be a moment between the two of you. 

“It’s possible.” He cheesed even harder as he looked back up into your gaze again. 

With a shake of your head, you looked away so you could roll your eyes before nestling in closer to him. Your side was falling against his chest, but your head found its comfortable position rested on his shoulder as you sunk down a bit more. “You told them to play this?” 

“I did.” He said it so matter of fact while looking over at the guitar players, his hands coming around you tighter as he held you as close to him as possible. “I came in to grab somethin’ for Lilly. Called out to you and everythin’.” His shoulders moved your face up and down as he shrugged. “Just as I was about to leave I heard this song start, and some pretty little voice joinin’ along with it.” You felt yourself get a little warm as he said it, a mix of fluster and a little embarrassment. “Got me thinkin’ about when we first started hangin’ out.” 

“S’why I listen to it. It reminds me of you.” You knew Tyler felt a little warm in the cheeks too. 

Both of you closed your eyes and just let the music consume you. His head relaxing slightly on yours as you both slightly moved to the beat. You felt his lips against your temple a couple times as the song went on. Each one saying how much you meant to him. 

As the song began to wind down, Tyler hummed. “We should do some of the old stuff we used to do again.” 

You let out a slight snort, one that made Tyler laugh as well as he waited for some explanation. “Tornado wranglers by day and country line dancers by night?” 

“Was talkin’ more about the truck bed camping and late night drives.” While both of you had done the line dancing thing, it by far wasn’t your favorite event. Thinking about it, you both might have gotten more injured there than you did chasing tornadoes. 

“We could do that.” Agreeing, you still kept your eyes closed shut, enjoying the last bits of the song, reimagining the old memories you shared while now thinking of how you could make them new. “Would be a nice change of pace.” 

“I could join you next time in the shower, too. If you’re just looking for a change of pace.” His eyebrows raised as he opened his one eye to peek over at you for your reaction. 

“Could work.” A smirk played at your lips in response. It was then that you realized the song was starting over and you opened your eyes to look at Tyler as your brows grew closer together. “How many times did you ask them to play it?” You were sitting up now, trying to figure out what Tyler was up to.

His arms were still wrapped around your body despite you moving up. “Told ‘em to play until you danced with me.” 

With a similar eye roll as before, you stood up now, your hands filling the space where his just were on your hips in a slight show of attitude. Those damn blue green eyes were looking up at you with the most tender and sweet look attached to them. One that you couldn’t bear to let down so you extended your hand out for him to take it. “Let’s go, Owens.” 

His hand gripped around yours in seconds and when he stood up, he raised his arm with yours to twirl you around until you spun against his chest. Your free hand raising up to brace for impact on his pecks. “We gotta work on your balance if we’re gonna be going line dancing.” He teased you before starting to walk with you practically connected to his chest to a more open area of the lot. After a couple steps, he was turning his body away from you to lead you through the crowd, his hand still connected with yours as you trailed behind him. Once the more open area was in your midst, he turned towards you and you wrapped your arm over his own so your hand was resting on his shoulder but you were leaning more into him than a more traditional slow dance hand placement. Your other hand still hadn’t let go of his own even as the swaying began, but you did feel his other arm caress your lower back to the beat, not only in a romantic way but one that kept you both moving on rhythm. This wasn’t where you expected your night going, but you were damn enjoying it, that was for sure. 

“I know this is hard on you.” His words weren’t the ones you were expecting, so as your fingers moved from his shoulders to get tangled in his blonde hair, you frowned despite knowing exactly what he was saying and looked down to make a joke out of it.

“Pretty sure I haven’t stepped on your foot once yet.” 

“No,” he laughed before getting serious again, “I just meant, I know the chase, it can wear you down.” 

You nodded in agreement but shrugged up at him, your fingers moving from his hair to lightly trace his cheek. “Stuff like this makes it easier.” 

He dipped his head in acknowledgment of your words before letting the music take over for a bit, but you weren’t going to leave it there. You wanted him to really understand that you meant what you said. 

“You know you still keep me on my toes, Owens.” You spoke to him, still shocked by how the night had progressed. 

“Good, because I don’t need you stepping on mine.” He looked down when you accidentally misstepped causing both of you to come closer together in laughs. He drew you closer, the embrace was one that spoke so much with such a small gesture. It was reassurance, the feeling of never wanting to let you go or let go of the memories you two shared over the years either. 

And that’s when you rested your head on him, now with your bodies completely against each other, your arms wrapped around his neck, realizing this moment would be added to that list. To seal its impression you lifted your head to look up at Tyler, your eyes moving from his to his lips and then brought your interlocked fingers to the nape of his neck to bring his face closer to yours. The soft, intimate kiss was your souvenir from this moment, your way of embedding this memory right along with your other cherished ones.

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[anxious-lee]

A Sudden Diversion - A Lackadaisy Tickle Fic

Lee: Freckle

Lers: Ivy and Rocky

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Evidently, plowing an automobile through several thickets and insisting it is a "short-cut" is dangerous.

This may have been a revelation to Rocky, but Freckle could have told him that from the beginning. In fact, he tried.

Yet, here they were: in the Lackadaisy's cluttered garage, mending the battering inflicted on their poor vehicle. The car was nicked and scratched from the shrubbery, not unlike its occupants. The engine compartment would have been just fine had the frenzied tom Rocky not rammed it into a tree's trunk. All in all, the damages were unnecessary and very expensive. To say that Miss Mitzi was peeved at the three stooges would be an understatement. Due to the speakeasy's lack of adequate funds, the car's repairs would need to be done by Rocky, Ivy, and Freckle, as reparations for ruining the car in the first place. Freckle supposed that being placed on mechanic duty wasn't the worst punishment Miss Mitzi could have dealt. Although, if anyone should have to be saddled with this chore, it should be Rocky. He's the one who made the mess in the first place.

But, perhaps it was for the best. It was safer in the garage than it was out there on the liquor-lined battlefield.

All three colleagues sat, working away silently. Or rather, almost silently, as Rocky could only take the deafening quiet for so long before he broke out into a hum. Some tune that neither Freckle nor Ives recognized. The musician himself was made useful by patching up the old paint job, while the two lovers dug through their toolbox, looking for the appropriate equipment to repair the engine.

Freckle had seen plenty of danger in his lifetime with his cousin. Hell, toughing through peril was practically his best trait as an officer in training. But each adventure wore down a little bit more of his psyche. And some nights, like tonight, there was nothing left to wear.

He was exhausted, both from the team's little excursion and the mental power it took not to have a panic attack.

Ivy, who sat at his right, learned over time to recognize these feelings through observation. Because odds were, Freckle wouldn't say it directly. She could pretty much discern and dissect every Freckle frown.

She was gonna make him smile.

She began with a little smirk of her own.

"Car maintenance isn't the peachiest job in the world, but at least we get some quality time together," Ivy said, batting her eyelids.

Brought out of his daze by the sudden sound of her voice, Freckle glanced up at Ivy quickly. He couldn't help but smile sheepishly at her flirtatious remarks.

But Ivy wasn't going to stop there.

"Y'know, I hardly ever get to witness you in your element. Tinkering away with your gadgets, and gizmos, and... whosiwhatsits, " she finished with a flippant backhand toward the toolbox.

Freckle seemed bashful to turn bashful at that.

"Oh. I'm no professional. My mum taught me everything I know, and when it became just me and her in that house, I had to step in and help with the maintenance. If I'm being honest, I'm more familiar with the back-end of a kitchen sink than I am with motor vehicle repair," he cringed.

"Relentlessly humble, as always," Rocky piped in suddenly, "Ol' Freckle Face never could take a compliment, however deserved or warranted."

"Yeah! C'mon McMurray, you're doing most of the heavy lifting here! Little did Miss M. know that when she hired a gunman, she also hired a handyman," said Ivy.

The extra attention was getting to Freckle, so much so that he hadn't noticed when his cheeks began to burn hot.

"It's really not a big deal-"

"I'll say it is, and no take-backsies!" Ivy declared. For emphasis, she burrowed a single claw into his armpit.

Freckle tittered softly and tilted his body away from his attacker.

"Kheehehe, quit it," he near-whispered.

"What will you do if I dont?" Ivy dared playfully.

What to answer with, Freckle hadn't the faintest. His upturned mouth opened and shut a few times, hoping that the perfect reasoning would spring from his lips at any moment. Finally, he spoke.

"We're not gohonna finish our wohork," he retorted lamely.

"Oh yeah? Is that what it is you're scared of? The job?" purred Ivy. She once again buried her pointer claw into the crook of his underarm. It took some more digging than the first time due to Freckle's attempts to keep his arm flat against his side. When she settled into her target, she scritched everywhere she could reach.

"Yehes!" Freckle said, much louder and desperate than he intended. He was squirming a little more now, bent in a seventy-degree angle, but still holding down his position. The first giggle, he couldn't control. The second, third, and fourth, however, he was determined to swallow down. His lips pressed into a wobbly smile, hoping that if he didn't laugh, she wouldn't continue.

That only made her tickle harder.

"You trying to hold it in? Good luck, 'cause my little brothers tried the same trick, and it did not last long," warned Ivy.

And it was true. Before long, his firmly shut lips did nothing to prevent his giggles from escaping. They sounded more like pleaful whimpers.

It wasn't that Freckle hated her little games, but succumbing to something so childish as tickling was easier said than done. Not to mention the fact that they were in public, where any one of the speakeasy's employees could walk in on them.

Within a matter of seconds, Ivy brought both claws into both armpits and was tickling away.

Freckle gave a laugh of surprise, a notch louder than before. He knew there was no fighting her now. The tingly electricity on both sides of his body overtook him, and he slid to the floor, with his back pressed against it. Ivy followed, now hooked by his incredible laughter.

"You crazy kids ought to keep your hands off of each other. Otherwise, people might get the idea that you two are les amoureux," Rocky called from his place at the car, voice shining with sarcasm. He was watching them now and smirking unsympathetically at his troubled cousin.

"We are les amoureux, Rocky," Ivy called back.

For some reason, Ivy holding a conversation with Rocky while Freckle was underneath her laughing pitifully was making the sensation worse. As his face burned brighter, Freckle turned his head away from her in an attempt to save himself the embarrassment of having her look upon his cheesy face.

"Awh~! Poor boy is embarrassed!" Ivy cooed, taking one hand away from his arm and cupping his cheek with it, pulling his face back to her.

"You are practically burning up!" she gasped, "Are you blushing~?"

The saints above could not help poor Freckle now.

He didn't grace that question with an answer and instead whined through his laughter. This could not get more humiliating.

"I missed that big smile! And that laugh. I love it when you laugh. It's so cute!" the feisty woman squealed.

"Nohoho, it's nohohot!" Freckle squealed louder. His paws, which had been tucked in like T-Rex arms to his chest, were now covering everywhere on his face he could reach.

"It's a shame that me admiring you flusters you so terribly, because I'm not going to stop any time soon. You're all mine to adore, Calvin McMurray~"

Holy hell.

The teasing's subject cried out in ticklish agony and released a new wave of laughter.

"This would be easier if- you know- I'll think I'll just- there we go!" Ivy maneuvered herself to sit behind Freckle's head while she pinned his hands under her knees. Now he was on full display, with no hope of saving his dignity.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle~" she teased as both hands came back down to lightly skitter over and across his belly. Freckle laughed uproariously, unable to hold anything back, his pure-hearted cackle ringing out throughout the garage.

It was almost more than he could bear.

Almost.

"DOHOHONT SAHAY THAT!"

"Why not?"

"IT MAHAKES IT WOHORSE!"

"Ah, good tip! Definitely will be making use out of this. Kitchee kitchee kitchee kitchee coo~!"

Ivy moved her paws towards his hips, squeezing them faster than was merciful.

Freckle's laugh deepened in pitch immediately, sounding more like a maniacal cackle.

"Pretty good targets, Miss Pepper, but you're neglecting some key players in this game of torture!" said Rocky.

"It's not torture! He's fine! Aren't you, sweetie?"

Freckle almost said no, but he was too busy laughing. Laughing from an attack he let happen. If he really detested it, he could have ended this from the beginning, and he knew that. But there was no real danger here. Not with Ivy. Not with Rocky, either. He knew they would never hurt him.

Nevertheless, when one is being pinned down and tickled stupid, the only thought your mind will allow is 'STOP'.

Rocky strode over to Ivy's side and looked down at his cousin.

"Me and Freckle used to get into many a battle such as these when we were little tykes. I triumphed them all, naturally, and I still remember his spots," the tomcat gave Ivy a wink and planted himself on Freckle's legs. "You go for the neck, I'll go for the knees."

"ROHOCKY!!" cried Freckle, betrayed.

"Ooo! Those are good ones!" cheered Ivy.

"ISN'T AHANYONE GOING TO WOHORK ON THE CAHAHAR?!"

"No", they both replied.

They began their double team attack on Freckle's tickle spots. Ivy went to work fluttering in every crevice of his neck, while Rocky rubbed and squeezed his kneecaps, occasionally giving a swift scribble to the undersides.

Freckle couldn't believe how absurd this scenario was. Here he was, now shrieking and giggling shrilly like a small child, while his two closest teammates were tickling him to pieces. He didn't bother to question it any more, simply surrendering to his silly fate and taking the opportunity to let everything go. He had been harboring so much guilt and anxiety over the past few days. Over the past few weeks even. What better time to abandon all sensible thought, what better time to look away from his reality of crime and war, what better time to simply be with his friends, safe and at peace, then now?

But he still needed to breathe, so Ivy let up and released his hands from her hold. Rocky dismounted from his legs and backed away cheerily to give the man some space.

Freckle immediately wrapped his arms around his waist and tucked his legs into himself, tail swishing wildly as he let out his remaining chuckles. As he caught his breath, he looked up at Ivy.

Ivy's expression was kind. "You feeling ok?"

Freckle couldn't stop grinning, and it wasn't from the tickles.

"Y-yeah," he sighed in relief.

"Yes, good man, laughing yourself up a storm, now come on, let's take a break from the car and head to the bar downstairs!" said Rocky.

"You mean after the break we just took from our work?" Ivy smirked.

"I don't know about you two, but all this horseplay has worked up my thirst. Whadd'ya say, Baby Face? Want to grab a beer?" Rocky reached a hand down to help him up.

Freckle was repulsed by the idea of drinking alcohol himself, but Rocky knew that as well, using it as a conversational turn of phrase.

The orange cat softened in agreement.

"Sure."

Rock wasted no time in trotting out the door, hungry for an ice cold scotch.

The two stragglers, now alone, slowly followed behind. As they walked, Ivy stretched an experimental pinkie out to Freckle's. He wasted no time in linking his paw with hers and pulling her to his side.

Not the worst of punishments, indeed.

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You know what, I eventually got hungry enough for lackadaisy fic that I wrote one myself. I haven't completed a fic in well over a year, but this franchise is beyond inspiring enough to birth this fic ❤️

@veryblushyswitch @someone1348 @kasey-writes-stuff @ticklyfluffstuff

[lifblogs]

Stardust

Week 9 @summer-of-bad-batch Alt. Prompt: Stargazing Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 1335 Summary: Omega gazes at the stars, save for in Tantiss, where she cannot find one. Author's Note: I do want to get to writing week 10 since I'm behind, but the week 9 prompts immediately gave me 2 fic ideas. READ ON AO3

Omega couldn’t see the stars through the cloud cover. She’d heard other clones talk of the stars, had seen some of their positionings on equipment she wasn’t supposed to be looking at, but… where were they? They were supposedly up there, away from the place she knew as home.

She wasn’t content on Kamino. Omega wanted more than white rooms and halls, and dark medical exam rooms, and storm-lashed seas. There was something else, something other than this. There had to be.

Omega hadn’t needed to see the stars when she’d watched the experimental squad, Clone Force 99 be made. Not originally. But one of their tests had… gone wrong, and this human being they’d created was “defective,” and not in the right way, according to Nala Se. Omega didn’t understand why he couldn’t be with his family, and they said he was lucky to even be allowed out of his growth chamber, that he hadn’t been immediately terminated.

They hadn’t told her where he’d been sent to, what he would be used for. Omega had seen his crooked limbs, and slanting face, and had loved him. Nala Se had seen the same and had dismissed any emotion for him, saying he was a failure, one that Omega should never have been allowed to see.

Now Kamino seemed too small, and she wished she could see stars through the dark clouds, wished they were up there. How could they be up there? Did she really know that for certain when she hadn’t seen them for herself?

Omega longingly reached out to the sky, hand pressing against thick, cold transparisteel, rain the only thing on the other side.

She wanted to see the stars someday.

Omega felt like she was floating, body filled with warm, airy delight, chest near to bursting, as she saw the stars for the first time. She was safe, with most of her chosen brothers, leaving the festering pit Kamino had been twisted into by the Empire, and ahead of her, the stars, the galaxy, possibility, companionship.

The stars blurred past, into hyperspace, and Omega had never seen anything more beautiful in her entire life.

“Wait, let’s stop here for a moment,” Hunter said.

He and Omega were outside, collecting parts of this moon because apparently Tech could use the rock for repairs (something to do with chemistry and physics that Omega had only half-taken in). She breathed a little heavy into her mask, stopping beside him.

“Why? We have to get back to the ship.”

“Just take a seat.”

Hunter then did so, and patted the spot beside him.

Omega listened to him, and pulled her knees up, resting her hands on them. She was at least grateful to be temporarily relieved of the burden of the rocks she’d collected for Tech.

She had had her head down for most of their time there, searching for what was needed, but now she looked out, and up.

Her jaw dropped before pulling up slightly so she could grin.

“Whooooaaaaa!” she exclaimed.

She had never seen stars like this before.

They didn’t just dot the sky, they filled it, colors swirling together in ways she had never even imagined. Every color seemed to fill the breadth of their view, and some stars shot past in brilliant streaks of blue.

“Beautiful, right?” Hunter said.

“Yeah,” was all Omega could answer with, because how could she respond in any suitable way when beautiful didn’t even cover it? She didn’t think there were any words in basic to fully describe the sight before her, the sight that she realized she was a part of. She wasn’t just a clone from Kamino. She was a living, breathing life-form, that lived and traveled amongst these stars. She hadn’t been made from nothing, had been made from DNA, but what was that from? From another being who had lived and breathed and hurt and loved, just like she did. And before that, the stars, the swirling, beaming light and life throughout the galaxy. Stardust.

They were all stardust.

Omega leaned into Hunter, feeling even closer to him than before, than she ever had, she realized.

Funny that was her reaction to something that also made her feel so small.

“I remember first seeing the stars,” Hunter told her. “I knew they were there, had learned about them, but it wasn’t till one our training missions that I was allowed to see them. I remember how cold the ship seemed, how I could hear not just the heartbeats of my brother’s, but those of our trainers, the pilots, those at communications, artillery… everything. Space smelled sharp for me—at least the ship did. But it was full of life, and out there,” he said, outstretching his arm as he painted his picture, “out through the massive viewport, I saw them. They were so bright, even amongst the black nothingness I knew was around them. They seemed to say we’re here, not all is dark.” He turned to her, giving an embarrassed grin. “Kind of cheesy, right?”

She shrugged, giggling. “Maybe a little.”

“But that’s how I felt. I realized I wasn’t alone. I knew that. I knew that because of my brothers, but to actually see the stars and realize my small world wasn’t all there was to life—I felt like I could… could see them all, could swim seas, and climb mountains. I felt part of something, the words I’d been told, about my squad, and eventually about the GAR, they were true. We’re all part of this—this galaxy.”

Somehow, despite the art of the stars, Omega’s mood fell, a shadow passing before the light.

“And the Empire’s trying to control it.”

“Yes, they are.”

Then Omega felt something, a sense of urgency, amongst the color and wonder shining for all to see. Those lights could go out. The Empire didn’t just control, they enslaved, they killed, they destroyed. She couldn’t let them put out those lights.

Omega stood, shouldering her pack, grunting slightly at the weight.

“We should get this back to Tech, then, and help him fix the ship. The Empire—”

Hunter stood, nodding, as he said, “They won’t win.”

Omega thought back to Kamino, to Crosshair, to all of what they were up against.

“They already have,” she said, head bowed.

“You see those stars?” Hunter asked, pointing.

Omega nodded.

“That’s life, that’s freedom, the will to choose what we want to do, what we want to believe in. Until those go out, the Empire hasn’t won.”

Hunter grasped her shoulder, and then took her hand, leading her back to the ship. Omega couldn’t help glancing up as she walked by his side.

The Empire hasn’t won.

Omega couldn’t see the stars through the cloud cover. She wondered if her brothers were out there, looking at the stars. Or maybe they were all gone, worlds and light destroyed by the Empire.

No! That wasn’t true. It couldn’t be.

They had to be out there. After all, the stardust that connected them… it was in here, not just Omega, but Crosshair as well.

He… he didn’t even have this chance that she did, to look out a window, to know there was a world out there.

Omega hadn’t seen the stars yet since her captivity, but had looked and hoped for them. She wondered what was past this mountain, this world, wondered where she was, and if her brothers would ever find her and Crosshair.

She wanted to be out there, wanted to be free.

She turned from her window with a galaxy-weary sigh, the weight of the mountain falling upon her. And she never saw the clouds shift, never saw the bit of starlight that peaked down onto the lonesome planet for just a second, like stardust fully realized. For a fraction it shone down on Omega, but perhaps not long enough, as it was swallowed by the clouds.

Omega lay on her cot in the dark, all alone, tears falling like molten silver.

[jelzorz]

The Crack Quartet Timeline BC I'm sleep deprived and obsessed. Some housekeeping before we get into it:

For those unaware, the canon crack quartet, as @raayllum and I like to refer to them, is rayllum and the following insane trio of ships: claudiez, sorpeli, and corterry

You read that correctly

I got dragged onto this boat unwillingly so now all of you have to suffer too.

These are my hcs and I've already written some of it into fic (linked for convenience). Some of these @raayllum and I share but they also have their own separate ones and these are specific to what I've written already

It's important to note that the crack quartet can only ever take place 10-15 years from the end of canon. Everyone involved by this point is a fully consenting adult. Please keep this disclaimer in mind before you all start coming at me.

Now that that's out of the way

Some of you may have read the seed, so you may know already that I hc Soren and Corvus to be pretty steady at least until the end of the war, where the trauma is too heavy for both of them to be healthy about it. Soren ends the relationship and Corvus informally leaves the council. He's always preferred the serenity of the forest to the hustle and bustle of the castle anyway, and he returns every now and then to give Ezran reports about how things are going among the surrounding towns. It's on one of these journeys that he meets Terry, and their passing knowledge of each other is what gets them talking over a drink in a tavern. Corvus is doing his job and listening for gossip. Terry wants know if he's heard anything about Claudia. All the drama aside, it's nice to see a familiar face and to talk about old times.

In Katolis, Ez and Rayla bully Opeli into taking self defence lessons with Soren after she insists Ez keeps up his swordfighting lessons when she herself has never touched a weapon in her life. If you haven't already read the seed, this is how sorpeli starts. Soren and Opeli have been p good friends for years now, and he has never considered her a mother figure the same way Callum and Ezran might have. He was essentially an adult when everything started so he hasn't ever really needed that guidance, but he's always had a ton of respect for her too. He is 24/25ish when he realises he's caught feelings. He asks her to dance at Callum and Rayla's wedding. He starts having tea with her in the mornings and walking with her to Temple Hill (ia163a)

Claudia tries to leave but the other medics beg her not to. They need her help and her knowledge of medicinal herbs and potions. There's no one to replace her. She stays for a little longer, intending to leave the following week when a cart arrives bearing equipment and support and the king's seal. There is also a letter addressed to Lissa. In it, Ez promises her that her secret is safe, and that she will always have a home in the castle if she wants it.

The month before Callum and Rayla's wedding, the kids are called away to a skirmish in a little town near the border. Ez goes for a wander through town to assess damage and how much they'll need in funds to repair everything when he finds a small clinic that desperately needs financial support. This is where he finds Claudia. She is tending to the medicinal herbs in the garden when he rides past. She's been going from town to town trying to make up for all the trouble she caused by assisting in their clinics and apothecaries under the name Lissa. Ez recognises her immediately. He knows he should tell the others. He does not. He is 14/15.

Callum, snake boi that he is, is Not Having It. Claudia is thrown into a cell on arrival and he insists on exiling her as a minimum but Ezran, who's been in contact this whole time, knows she's been trying to make amends for her mistakes. He demands a trial on her behalf. Soren agrees. Opeli, as a stand in for Justice, argues that a trial is the fair thing to do. Rayla looks at Ezran, realises something else is going on, and agrees that a trial is the better way to go. The sentence her to service within the castle. Callum is Not Happy about it. (ia165)

For a while, everything is fine. Callum and Rayla get married, and castle life is pretty stable in amongst the political squabbles and the trips to quell conflicts in the surrounding towns. Soren hangs out with Opeli pretty regularly. Ez is writing letters to Claudia and personally funding the clinic she works at. Callum and Rayla start trying for a baby. Rayla falls pregnant three years after their wedding. She is 20ish weeks along when Claudia comes home.

This is one of the biggest disagreements Ez and Callum ever have. Rayla does her best to placate them both but she is also pregnant and doesn't want to deal with it. Frustrated that his brother won't trust his decision making and keeps treating him like a child, Ez spends more and more time with Claudia, who trusts him and treats him like an adult, until they're courting in all but name. Callum HATES this but reigns it in for Rayla's sake who's stressed enough. She goes into labour at the end of that summer and suffers a post partum haemorrhage so bad that the only thing that can fix it is Claudia's knowledge of Xadian herbs. The midwives kick Callum out of the room to let Claudia in and Ezran lets them. Rayla and the baby are both fine thanks to Claudia but Callum is FURIOUS with Ezran for allowing it to happen.

Opeli miscarries. She collapses during a council meeting, and it all comes out while the castle doctor and Claudia are attending to her. Callum and Ezran realise how stupid they've been because of the way they hadn't even noticed and they are speaking to each other again by the time Opeli is in recovery. Callum accepts Ezran and Claudia's courtship and does his best to process both this and Soren and Opeli (ia164) and things settle down again for a little while. Opeli resigns from her post as High Cleric and attempts to do the same from the council but Ez refuses her resignation and keeps her on informally. Soren and Opeli are married in a quiet ceremony. Opeli finds herself pregnant again six months later.

They're so caught up in the drama that no one notices Soren and Opeli having drama of their own. They are now having secret, hurried meetings in each other's quarters, knowing how absolutely Forbidden it is, especially for Opeli, both because of her age and her position as High Cleric, but they can't stay away from each other until Opeli starts throwing up in the mornings and she breaks it off in her panic. Rayla is the only one who notices and goes investigating. She is the only one Opeli allows to know of the situation. Rayla goes to Claudia to find the appropriate herbs to help Opeli with her Dilemma, and Claudia figures it out on her own 1) because she knows her brother, and 2) she's not an idiot. Rayla takes the opportunity to thank her properly for saving her life and their friendship begins here, while the boys are still at odds with each other. Opeli does not take the herbs in the end. (the fruit)

Viren returns to the castle that same year. It's Claudia's return all over again: Callum demands he be executed on the spot. Ezran wants to give him a trial. Claudia begs them not to kill him through her courtship with Ezran, her relationship with Soren, and her friendship with Rayla. Soren votes no, for himself and for Claudia. Rayla votes yes because, tentative friendship with Claudia aside, she can't trust Viren, especially not with her and Callum's little one running around. Ezran votes no because he wants to be a better king. Clio, the new High Cleric, Opeli's old 2IC, votes yes as the stand in for LJ. Barius, too soft hearted, votes no. Opeli is the deciding vote. She also votes no and all hell breaks loose all over again. (the snake).

Anyway, this is where we're up to. Obviously there will be more as I update the snake but I don't wanna give anything away BC hooo boy that drama is a doozy. I know, okay, these ships are Insane but the extrapolation you can do is just so Delicious and the drama is absolutely *chef kiss*

Now with part 2: electric boogaloo

[fixatedonfandom]

Aw, Hell

this is a pre-EngieScout fic :3 idea shamelessly stolen from @hanktalkin in this gorgeous post about ol' Engie's legendary temper, and the one thing proven to cool it off

This is the lightest and brightest thing I've ever written it made me feel like skipping through a field of daisies

I don't claim this to be the pinnacle of my writing but I do claim it to be darn cute and self-indulgent. If it reads strangely that's because I wrote this as a message from the divine. Thank you <3

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After four long hours of battle, and round after round of humiliating RED Team losses, the klaxon wailed and hailed the end of the work day for the poor fellows down in Teufort, New Mexico. The BLUs marched out with high heads and gloating smiles, and retreated to their locker rooms to count out bet money and crack open some beers. The REDs trudged through blood-clotted sand puddles to their lockers and scraped their heels in the door frame, with uniforms lousy, torn, and sweat-soaked beyond the good of washing. No blistering smiles, or cheerful banter, and not really much noise at all save for the slamming-open of the locker doors and the clatter of guns, hats, and accoutrements to the benches and the floors.

It was an ugly series of rounds, and an uglier loss overall, made worse with some faulty equipment (Scout’s headset had been acting up the whole day, Sniper’s best scope had a scratch), bad calls, and plum poor luck. Not a man in that room was happy, but none more pure and pissed than the good Engineer Dell Conagher.

He stomped his path to his standing locker and ripped the door near off of its hinges, and hurled his favored pipe wrench into the wall with a cantankerous CLANG.

“Dammit!” The man bellowed, tearing the canary-yellow hardhat from his head and throwing that to the concrete as he bitched. “God-dammit! We had them bastards on the goddamned ropes!”

It was true. Their losing rounds had been consecutive, frustrating, and downright embarrassing at times, but they hadn’t all been hopeless. The midpoint of round 10 had given RED a crucial break in the BLU’s push for the second point. RED Heavy begot a dead BLU Heavy, RED Sniper begot a dead BLU Soldier, and a pissy RED Medic begot a dead (and grossly dismembered) BLU Demoman. With that much space to breathe, and that much time for the Engineer to rush-upgrade his ballistic turret, they could’ve held that point much, much longer.

But that damn BLU Spy, and his damn BLU sapper. That solid hold they'd had fell apart about as hard and as fast as Engie’s turret had when he turned his back at the wrong time.

“Damn Spies…” Engie muttered through his clenched jaw. He was grinding his teeth together so tightly one could imagine he was trying to make corn flour in his molars. “I’m so damn mad I could spit.”

It wasn’t an often sight for the other 8 men to see the Engineer so hot. He was American, a people who could be known for their flaming tempers, and he was a Texan to boot, but Engie was cool-headed at the worst of times and could even be downright tranquil at the best. Never one to holler, shout, or scream at his fellow teammates in anger even in the thick of a losing battle, even if any one of them was being an obvious flaming idiot. He was a quick-witted, level-headed, stoic sentry of a man. That’s likely why his anger wasn’t much like a firecracker, but more of a pressure cooker left to stew for too-little too-long.

He radiated anger like heat, and one could hear his developing migraine beating a pissed-off rhythm in his skull from down a long hallway. It was the kind of slow, rough, abrasive anger that killed people for breathing too loud too close.

The last time he'd gotten all up-in-arms like he looked right then, the team had elected to ignore the bellows and crashes coming under the base from his workshop, only realizing the extent of the damage when they'd found a mangled experiment tossed out by the dumpster, scorched and twisted beyond recognition or repair.

So, lest he be compelled to show the rest of the boys what his old pipe wrench was good for beyond sentries and dispensers, it was silently agreed among the rest of the RED men that the best course of action would be to stay out of the Engineer’s way when he was stewing. 

The sticking point of a silent agreement, however, was that it wasn’t much good for a man who was as tone-deaf and emotionally unobservant as a fart in a funeral. The good RED Scout happened to be one of those sorts of men.

When Engie’s tight-lipped curses became mutters and huffs, Scout, who had been undoing his hand wraps, looked up and said, “Hey, Eng."

Shoulders tensed and hands stilled across the room, though Scout didn’t seem to catch any of that. Engie inhaled and bit out, “What, Scout?”

“Whaddayou call a mix between an elephant and a rhino?”

Immediately, the other REDs shuffled away from the scene, doing what they could to get cleaned up and get out of there before the pot boiled over. Scout was annoying; everyone knew this. He could try the patience of a saint. He seemed to know intrinsically the buttons of everyone he met and exactly how to push them. They’d seen him send people from zero to pissed in a few short sentences. None of them thought he’d be stupid enough to try and antagonize the Engineer, though. Not even Pyro played with that much fire.

Engie shook his head, then dragged his hands real slow down his face. “What?”

Scout chuffed, snorted back at him, “‘El-if-I-know!”, then hunkered over in choked off giggles that turned into the loudest sound in the room.

Engie didn’t chuckle, didn’t hardly smile, just pushed his lips together and started shucking his toolbelt to put it away.

When Scout collected himself he started on his left hand wrap, glanced mischievously over his shoulder, and said again, ”I got another one”

“Lad.”

That was Demo on the bench across from Scout a little ways away. He fought to catch Scout’s eye and, when he did, shook his head very slowly to warn him off.

Scout shrugged, like he was saying, ‘What?’.

Demo shook his head again and nudged it in the direction of the Engineer, trying to draw attention to his drawn-up shoulders and the steam practically coming out of his ears.

Scout just looked between him and Engie, he did it a few times, then shrugged again. ‘What?’

While Demo tried to come up with the most intelligent way to go about getting Scout to see what was right in front of his damn eyes, Scout went back to Engie.

“Whaddayou call a cop that’s asleep in a bed?” Scout got the last of his wraps off, and he turned a little further in his seat on the bench. “Huh?”

Everyone in the room had their eyes on Engie- Scout in mischief, the others anxiously. Engie worked his goggles off his face and rubbed his real hand over the indents they left under his eyes. He sniffed, then said, “What?”

The stupid smile on Scout’s face grew ten sizes. He managed to hiccup, “an undercover officer,” before losing himself in laughter once more and hunching over, just short of collapsing in his giggles.

He didn’t hear Engie sigh, didn’t see him shake his head tightly, or flex his jaw, but the others did. They glanced amongst themselves with obvious trepidation, obvious to all but two.

“Scout, lad.” Demo scooted further down his bench. “Read the room.”

“What?” Scout responded when his laughter calmed down. “Fuck you, that was a good one. Not my fault he don’t have a sense’a humor.”

Demo shook his head, then turned back to unlacing his boots. “Your funeral, laddie.”

Scout just scoffed at that. He fixed his hat on his head, and took his headset off and tossed it in his open locker, seeming not to care if it broke. He was getting a new one before the next match. 

“Wait.” He suddenly perked up and turned his head back over his shoulder. “Hey, Eng.”

Engie pinched the ridge of his nose.

“Engie! Hey!” said Scout. 

Demo leaned back over, about to hiss at him to shut his trap, but Engie grumbled before he could. “What, Scout?”

“This is the last one, I swear.”

“Damnit, Scout-” Engie mumbled.

 “C’mon, last one.”

When Engie said not a word, Scout persisted.

“Whaddayou call a solider whose survived mustard gas and pepper spray?”

Soldier’s head popped up, but Pyro was quick to wrap a hand over Soldier’s mouth and pull him back down before he started shouting in the tense atmosphere.

Scout scooched back and nudged Engie with his elbow. “Huh? Whaddayou call ‘em?”

Engie’s gloved hand tightened on the door of his locker. A creak was heard coming from it, and Engie was slowly and surely forcing five finger-sized divots into the metal where he gripped it.

A painful silence came and went before he responded, “What, Scout?”

Scout muffled a snort, and took just a second to compose himself, then answered.

“A seasoned veteran.”

Scout’s giggling started up again. Engie breathed in deeply. His eyes closed, and the Gunslinger tightened its grip like a pneumatic clamp. Then he exhaled.

As he did, though, his shoulders started shaking, and his door-grip faltered. The tight lines of his face loosened like uncoiled wires, and his breath…

He was laughing.

The rest of the REDs watched in shock when Engie threw his head back and released a bark of laughter that shattered the tension in the air like glass.

Scout whooped and hollered when he heard it, and leapt up from the bench and threw his arm over Engies shoulder with his other fist raised in victory. They were both laughing harder than that stupid joke called for, but they cackled and chortled like it was easier than breathing. Engie’s face was turning redder and redder, and soon he was bending over to lean on his knees while Scout leaned right on him.

“I knew it! I fuckin’ knew I’d get you!” Scout howled. “I fuckin’ told you!”

Engie shook his head and rubbed his hands down his face for the last time, but they came away to reveal a shameful, resigned, yet bright smile on his face. He leaned right back up against Scout when he straightened out and jabbed him in the ribs to get him to lay off.

“Aw, hell, boy,” He said through light chuckles. “Those were damn awful. Damn awful. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

“Hey, look who's talkin’, chuckles,” Scout said right back. “That one wasn’t even a good one!”

“You’re damn right about that.” The laughter had begun to calm, but the vestiges of it remained on both of their faces. 

Engie slammed the door of his locker shut (not minding the handprint-shaped divot that kept it from closing properly) and Scout kicked the door of his to do the same. They made identical clangs. Engie sauntered towards the door of the locker room with both hands in his back pockets, and Scout sidled up next to him and started to go on about how he ‘couldn’t believe that stupid soldier joke was the one that made him crack’.

Engie chuckled and nodded along, but stopped them both when he sniffed and Scrunched his face up.

“What?” Scout asked.

“Christ alive, boy.” Engie huffed hard through his nostrils like he was trying to blow to smell out. “You need a shower worse than I do. That’s sayin’ somethin’.”

Scout shoved his shoulder. “Hey, fuck you. I’m starving, dude. Food first.”

 “Not a snowball’s chance in Teufort I'm lettin’ you be near me smellin’ like that, roadrunner.” Engie shook his head, and nudged him back with his own shoulder. “I’ll tell you what: You shower, I’ll cook. That way you won’t kill everyone in this base and we won’t have to put up with your bitchin’.

“Fine. Whatever.” Then Scout nudged him right back, and they found themselves in a tiny shoving match where they kept pushing back and forth with their shoulders. “Breakfast for dinner?”

The remaining six REDs watched in silence as they left the room, joyful and tame. It was only when they were gone, hearing Engie’s voice echo down the hall saying something about sausage gravy, that any of them spoke up.

"The hell was that?" Sniper muttered.

“‘m I jus’ drunk off my ass…” Demo ventured, and dropped his foot off the bench to lean on his knees and stare down the empty doorway like everyone else. “Or did any of you lads see what I just seen?” 

“If you mean the fact that Scout had attempted to annoy our Engineer, yet we’re not currently picking his remains off the floor,” Spy responded, his smoldering cigarette hanging from his lips. “Then yes. We all did.”

Medic and Heavy, who had been standing near each other through the whole exchange, glanced at each other, at the empty doorway, and back again.

“I see…” Medic murmured, mostly to himself. “Very interesting.”

No one asked him what he was thinking. Most every man in that room was thinking the same thing.

“They will tell us when ready,” Heavy said, sagely, and turned to close his locker door. 

That was a good enough answer for the rest of them, too.

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Thank you so much for reading!! I didn't really edit this so if you notice any glaring issues feel free to point them out. Still debating whether or not I wanna publish this on ao3 but I probably will so don't panic if you see it there too

The engiescout in this was not intended to be overt. I wanted to stay close to the spirit of the og textpost and make it seem like maybe Scout and Engie themselves don't really realize their own connection and everyone else sees it before they do, but I also didn't wanna make it too subtle.

This is also partially for just_mebs for dragging me into this hell ship so thanks to him

[knockyasocksoff2022]

Bungou Stray Dogs Pacific Rim HCs

(A/N: started out with just Soukoku but grew so I just made it kind of general. Sorry if this has typos or incorrect information. It's late and I'm tired. Also R.I.P. me trying to come up with names for the Kaiju)

Dazai

Was recruited at 15

When emergency struck in the form of a category 2

Codename: Slasher

and a pilot was needed immediately Marshal Ogai Mori came to pick a candidate personally and take them back to the Yokohama Shatterdome.

Dazai was ahead of the class so Mori picked him for his intellect and ruthless attitude.

He was assigned to Oda because Oda’s old partner retired.

He and Oda defeated the Kaiju and continued to work well for three years.

Their Jaeger is called White Venus. 

Mark 4

76.2 metres (250 ft)

Specialised in long range combat.

Equipped with long range missiles, gas cans, electric stun barbs, and various other projectiles such as throwing stars.

Basic Lasers, solid sword and chains

Extremely thick and strong metal plating. 

Good for withstanding attacks by claws, tusks and/or teeth.

Weakness(s): heavy and bulky, due to design not as fast as other Jaegers.

One of the other Jaeger pilots was injured in a fight with a particularly nasty  Category 3 

Codename: Spike

so Oda was called to fill in for him.

Oda and the partner of the pilot he was filling in for were killed in the first Category 4 attack. 

Oda volunteered to be the second pilot even though he knew it could be a suicide mission.

Dazai once did a three pilot operation with Oda & Ango (Think Crimson typhoon’s three pilot thundercloud formation but less martial arts focused)

The Kaiju hey fought was Codename: Slammer

Youngest Jaeger pilot in Pan-Pacific Defense Corps history

(Chuuya is a month older than Dazai)

After Oda’s death Mori worked with him personally for a year

Meanwhile Mori’s partner Yukichi Fukuzawa found a trainee to work with . . . a troublemaker called Edogawa Ranpo.

Fukuzawa picked Ranpo up off the streets and spent the year training him. Ranpo is a fully capable pilot but chooses to work in the research division.

Mori inherited the position of Marshal after the previous Marshal retired.

Mori’s Jaeger is called Elise

Mark 6

81.77 metres (268 ft)

Specialised in long and medium range combat

Equipped with electrified chains, solid katana, arc whip , as well as a plasma cannon.

Best Jaeger for its time in terms of flexibility and movement. (Until Demon Revenger)

Once Mori feels Dazai is ready for a new partner he orders Nakahara Chuuya to be transferred to Yokohama.

Chuuya ’s Jaeger is called Arahabaki

12.07 metres (39 ft, 7.2 inches)

It’s a small Jaeger (like the size of Scrapper built by Amara Nimani) designed for extreme close quarters combat.

These “mini Jaegers” work in teams of three

One of Chuuya’s team members goes rogue trying to collect parts from a Kaiju 

Codename: Ironclaw

while it was still alive, severely injuring most members of the team.

Chuuya was lucky, and managed to get away in team opting to leave his team members behind to guarantee his own safety

A decision he still thinks about

Mori pairs Dazai and Chuuya together and plans to have them train together

But before he can there’s a Kaiju located near the shatterdome

Mori locks them in the Dazai’s quarters to keep them safe.

They both have the same idea and Dazai picks the lock.

The other Jaegers are all being repaired.

Dazai and Chuuya “hijack” the only operational Jaeger, a junker Mark 1, a relic that the techs were not bothering to update because it was headed for the scrap yard.

The Jaeger is called Double Black

It’s completely analog with no fancy instruments like the modern Jaegers have but they still manage to take down the Kaiju

Codename: AngelShark 

Which they later find out is a category 5

Impressed with their incredible performance and obvious drift compatibility Mori makes them an official pilot duo and commissions the first Mark 7, an experimental Jaeger for them.

This Jager is called Demon Revenger

85.34 metres (280 ft)

It has enhanced mobility and flexibility and lighter stronger alloys.

It’s now the fastest, most agile Jaeger, in the fleet.

Specialised for close and medium range combat

Equipped with plasma cannon, various and sundry projectiles (missiles etc), electrified chains with sword form, electrified and solid katana, and arc whip.

Dazai and Chuuya quickly earn the nickname Soukoku

They’re the team with the highest kill rate.

Dazai works to help train a recruit named Ryunosuke Akutagawa and his twin sister Gin.

The Akutagawa twins pilot a Mark 6 called Rashoumon.

Later he also trains Nakajima Atsushi who eventually partners with Ryunosuke to pilot the second Mark 7 Jaeger called Moonlight Beast

Meanwhile Gin goes on to partner with Ichiyo Higuchi to pilot a Mark 6 Jaeger called Black Lizard

Tachihara Michizou and Ryrou Hirotsu pilot a Mark 5 called Falling Camelia

When Dazai is training cadets Chuuya pilots Golden Demon with Ozaki Kouyou

Atsushi helps Dazai train cadets Mayazawa Kenji and Izumi Kyouka.

When the two cadets graduate the academy they pilot a Mark 7 called Demon Snow.

Kunikida Doppo works in the research department with Ranpo but is also a fully trained pilot of a Mark 4 called Matchless Poet. 

He and Ranpo can co-pilot if there's an emergency

Yosano Akiko is a medical officer but can co-pilot Golden Demon with Kouyou.

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Jammin J Auto: Your Trusted St. Louis Auto Repair and Brake Service Provider

When it comes to maintaining your vehicle's safety and performance, you need a trusted partner with a proven track record. Jammin J Auto, located in St. Louis, is your go-to destination for all your auto repair needs. With over four years of experience in the industry, we have established ourselves as a reliable name for brake service, car fluid flush, Auto Suspension Repair St. Louis, power steering repair, and auto alignment services in St. Louis and the surrounding areas.

Brake Service Near Me

Your vehicle's brakes are a crucial component for your safety on the road. At Jammin J Auto, we specialize in providing top-notch brake services. Whether you need brake pad replacement, rotor resurfacing, or a complete brake system overhaul, our skilled technicians have you covered. We use quality parts and the latest diagnostic tools to ensure your brakes are in optimal condition.

Car Fluid Flush St. Louis

Regular fluid maintenance is essential to keep your vehicle running smoothly. Our car fluid flush services include oil changes, transmission fluid flush, coolant replacement, and more. We use the right fluids and follow manufacturer recommendations to protect your vehicle's engine and prolong its lifespan.

Auto Suspension Repair St. Louis

A smooth and comfortable ride is dependent on a well-maintained suspension system. Our experienced technicians can diagnose and repair issues with your suspension, including shocks, struts, and springs. We'll have your vehicle riding like new in no time, ensuring a safe and comfortable driving experience.

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Is your steering feeling heavy or making strange noises? Don't ignore the signs of power steering problems. At Jammin J Auto, we specialize in power steering repair and maintenance. From fluid flushes to pump replacements, we'll have your steering system functioning flawlessly.

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Proper wheel alignment is essential for even tire wear and precise handling. Our state-of-the-art equipment and skilled technicians can perform accurate wheel alignments to improve fuel efficiency and extend tire life.

Jammin J Auto is your one-stop shop for all your auto repair needs in St. Louis. With our extensive experience, commitment to quality, and a wide range of services, we are your trusted partner for brake service, car fluid flush, auto suspension repair, power steering repair, and auto alignment. Visit us today and experience the difference of having a reliable automotive partner by your side. Your vehicle deserves the best, and that's what we provide at Jammin J Auto.

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The Benefits of Submersible Pumps for Pool Maintenance

A submersible pump is a device designed to be fully submerged in water, making it highly effective for water management tasks such as pool draining and cleaning. Its versatility and power make it an indispensable tool for both residential and commercial swimming pool maintenance. For those wondering why this equipment is so vital, let’s explore its applications, types, and advantages.

Why Use a Submersible Pump for Pool Draining?

When maintaining a swimming pool, one of the key challenges is dealing with large volumes of water. This is where a submersible pump for pool draining comes into play. These pumps can efficiently drain water from the pool, whether it's for deep cleaning, repairs, or closing the pool for the season. The pump's design allows it to remove water quickly, saving time and reducing manual labor. Moreover, using a submersible water pump is more energy-efficient compared to traditional pumps, as it operates while being submerged, reducing heat and friction losses.

Choosing the Right Submersible Pump for Swimming Pools

Selecting the right submersible pump for swimming pool maintenance is critical for pool owners. Factors like the pool’s size, the amount of water to be drained, and the pump’s flow rate should be considered. For example, smaller pools may require a water pump for small swimming pool, while larger commercial pools might need a more powerful unit. Additionally, many people look for local options by searching for terms like "swimming pool pump near me," ensuring they can quickly access products and support.

In Dubai, where high temperatures and heavy usage mean pools are constantly in need of maintenance, demand for pumps is always high. Searching for a swimming pool pump Dubai often yields a variety of solutions, from energy-efficient models to advanced systems designed for large-scale operations.

Understanding Water Pump Motor Technology

The technology behind the water pump motor for swimming pool is crucial to understanding how these devices function. Submersible pumps use electric motors to drive impellers that move water through a piping system. This motor is completely sealed to prevent water from damaging the internal components, which ensures longevity and reliability.

For those looking to upgrade their systems, paying attention to water pump price Dubai is also important. While the initial investment might seem steep for some, the long-term savings in energy efficiency and maintenance costs make submersible pumps a wise choice. Submersible pumps are known for their durability, and their ability to operate under water makes them much quieter and less prone to overheating.

Factors to Consider: Swimming Pool Pump Price

The swimming pool pump price varies depending on several factors, including the pump’s size, brand, and technological features. While browsing for the best options, always take into account the pump’s durability and warranty coverage. In the long run, purchasing a high-quality submersible pump can result in significant savings due to fewer repairs and a longer lifespan. Be sure to explore local retailers or look online for deals on pumps specifically designed for Dubai’s climate and water conditions.

Submersible Water Pump: A Versatile Tool for Various Applications

Beyond just pool maintenance, a submersible water pump can serve a range of other purposes. These pumps are ideal for draining flooded basements, irrigating gardens, and even emptying water tanks. Their versatility makes them a great investment for homeowners and businesses alike. For those looking for multi-purpose tools, selecting a submersible pump that can manage both pool water and other fluid types is an excellent option. Their design also minimizes the risk of electrical hazards, as the motor is fully enclosed and submerged, making them safer to use in wet environments.

Finding a Water Pump for Small Swimming Pools

Not every swimming pool requires a large-scale submersible pump. For smaller backyard pools, fountains, or even hot tubs, there are pumps designed specifically for lower water volumes. A water pump for small swimming pool will provide the necessary power without being overkill for smaller projects. These pumps are compact, cost-efficient, and designed to run quietly, so they don’t disturb your outdoor environment. These smaller pumps are also easier to maintain and generally require less frequent servicing than their larger counterparts.

When purchasing a pump for small pools, make sure it meets the necessary flow requirements. Always check the manufacturer’s guidelines to ensure the pump is designed to handle the volume of water in your pool.

Efficient Pool Management with Submersible Pumps

Efficient water circulation is critical for keeping your pool water clear and free of debris. A reliable submersible pump for swimming pool maintenance can ensure that water is consistently circulated, filtered, and drained when necessary. This process helps prevent the growth of algae and bacteria, ensuring the pool remains sanitary and safe for use.

With the right pump, water management becomes easier and less time-consuming. Whether you need to completely drain a pool or simply manage the water level, submersible pumps offer the power and reliability needed to keep your swimming pool in excellent condition. Moreover, finding pumps in your area or specific to your region like swimming pool pump Dubai can provide tailored solutions for your pool’s unique challenges.

Final Considerations

When choosing a pump, it’s always wise to look at energy consumption, noise levels, and ease of installation. High-quality submersible pumps often come with energy-efficient motors, which help reduce electricity bills, especially if the pump needs to run continuously in a large pool. Additionally, checking the swimming pool pump price ensures you get the best value for your money.

In the end, whether you're looking for a submersible pump for pool draining or a general submersible water pump for other applications, the investment in the right equipment will pay off in terms of performance and durability.

Aquasplash: Your Pool Equipment Expert

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 Swift Disaster Relief Roofing: Protecting Your Home After the Storm

After a storm hits, your roof is the first line of defense against the elements. A compromised roof can lead to severe water damage, mold growth, and structural issues, which is why fast action is essential. Swift disaster relief roofing services are designed to provide immediate repairs, minimizing damage and protecting your home from further harm. This article will explore the importance of rapid response in storm recovery and how to find reliable Disaster Relief Roofing Near Me to ensure your home stays safe.

Why Speed Matters in Post-Storm Roofing

When a storm causes significant damage to your roof, waiting too long to repair it can have devastating consequences. After heavy rain, wind, or hail, roofs can develop leaks, lose shingles, or experience structural damage. The longer these issues go unaddressed, the greater the risk of interior water damage, which can affect insulation, ceilings, and even your home's foundation.

The urgency of disaster relief roofing is particularly critical in areas prone to severe weather, such as Metairie, LA. Residents in storm-prone areas must act fast to secure their homes and prevent further damage.

Assessing the Damage

After the storm clears, it’s essential to conduct a roof inspection. If you can safely access your roof, look for signs of damage such as missing shingles, water spots, or areas where debris has struck the surface. However, it’s always best to contact professional Hail Damage Roofing Contractors to perform a thorough assessment. These contractors are trained to spot hidden damage that could cause long-term problems if left untreated.

For those searching for Hail Damage Roof Repair Near Me, local contractors offer specialized expertise in assessing storm-related roofing issues and providing timely solutions.

Emergency Tarping and Temporary Repairs

In many cases, temporary repairs are necessary to protect your home until more extensive work can be done. Emergency tarping is a common practice that helps to secure damaged areas and prevent water from leaking into your home. Roofing contractors experienced in disaster relief roofing, especially in areas like Metairie, LA, are equipped to perform these immediate repairs while organizing a long-term solution.

Preventing Further Damage

When your roof is compromised, the elements can cause continuous damage to your home. Water infiltration from a storm-damaged roof can lead to mold growth, which not only poses health risks but also leads to expensive repairs. Additionally, structural damage can weaken your roof's ability to withstand future storms. Swift disaster relief services are designed to prevent these issues from spiraling out of control, ensuring that your home remains protected.

Choosing the Right Roofing Contractor

To ensure that your roof is properly restored after a storm, it’s essential to work with experienced Hail Damage Roofing Contractors. Look for contractors with a strong local reputation, as they’ll be familiar with the weather patterns in your area and the best materials to use. For residents of Metairie, LA, searching for Disaster Relief Roofing Metairie, LA ensures you’ll find a contractor who understands the unique challenges faced by homeowners in your region.

Make sure your chosen contractor is licensed, insured, and offers a warranty on their work. A reputable roofing company will also offer transparent pricing and work closely with your insurance provider to make the repair process as smooth as possible.

Conclusion

Swift disaster relief roofing services are essential for protecting your home after a storm. By acting quickly, assessing the damage, and enlisting the help of a qualified roofing contractor, you can prevent further issues and ensure your home is safe. Whether you’re in need of Disaster Relief Roofing Near Me or Hail Damage Roof Repair Near Me, prioritize speed and expertise when selecting a contractor. Residents in Metairie, LA, should act fast to secure their homes after a storm, ensuring lasting protection and peace of mind.

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Shoe Repair Near Me – Your Guide to Cobbler Express

When your favorite pair of shoes starts showing signs of wear and tear, it's easy to feel like it’s time to part ways. But instead of tossing them aside, consider bringing them to a professional shoe repair shop. Whether you’re dealing with scuffed leather, broken heels, or worn-out soles, a skilled cobbler can breathe new life into your shoes. If you’re searching for "shoe repair near me," look no further than Cobbler Express.

Why Choose Professional Shoe Repair?

Quality shoes are an investment, and like any investment, they require proper care. Professional shoe repair services are more than just a quick fix—they can extend the lifespan of your footwear, helping you save money in the long run. Cobbler Express specializes in restoring shoes to their original condition or even enhancing them with custom repairs.

Whether it’s high-end leather shoes or casual sneakers, Cobbler Express has the tools and expertise to handle all types of footwear. The results are shoes that not only look better but also feel more comfortable, allowing you to enjoy them for years to come.

Common Shoe Repair Services at Cobbler Express

At Cobbler Express, we offer a wide range of shoe repair services to meet your needs:

Sole Replacement: Worn-out soles are a common issue, especially in shoes that get heavy use. Our cobblers can replace the soles of your shoes, restoring their grip and extending their lifespan.

Heel Repair: Whether it’s broken high heels or worn-down heel caps, we can repair or replace the heels to make your shoes as good as new.

Leather Conditioning and Polishing: Scuffed or faded leather can ruin the appearance of your shoes. Our team conditions and polishes leather shoes, bringing back their shine and improving durability.

Zipper and Buckle Repairs: Broken zippers or damaged buckles can render your shoes unwearable. We can fix or replace these elements, ensuring your shoes remain functional.

Custom Orthopedic Adjustments: For those who require special adjustments for comfort, our experts can modify shoes to provide better support and fit.

Why Cobbler Express is the Best "Shoe Repair Near Me"

When searching for "shoe repair near me," it’s important to find a repair shop that prioritizes both quality and customer satisfaction. Cobbler Express has earned a reputation for being one of the top shoe repair shops in the area due to our attention to detail, expert craftsmanship, and friendly service.

Our team of highly skilled cobblers treats every pair of shoes with care, ensuring that repairs are seamless and long-lasting. We understand the importance of restoring your shoes to their best possible condition, whether it’s for work, special events, or everyday wear.

Eco-Friendly Approach to Shoe Repair

Repairing shoes instead of buying new ones is also a more sustainable option. By choosing Cobbler Express, you’re contributing to a more eco-friendly approach to fashion. Shoe repair reduces waste and the demand for new materials, making it an environmentally responsible choice.

Conveniently Located Shoe Repair Shop

For those searching for a shoe repair shop that’s convenient and reliable, Cobbler Express is ideally located to serve your needs. Our shop is equipped with the latest tools and technology to ensure your shoes are returned in pristine condition.

We offer quick turnaround times, and you can trust us to handle your repairs with care. Simply drop off your shoes, and our expert cobblers will handle the rest.

Conclusion

Next time you’re in need of shoe repair, remember that Cobbler Express is your local solution. Whether it’s for minor fixes or complete restorations, we have the experience and expertise to bring your shoes back to life. When searching for "shoe repair near me" or the best shoe repair shops in town, make Cobbler Express your first choice for quality, convenience, and satisfaction.

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