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dystopicjumpsuit · 2 years ago

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Stars Beyond Number - Chapter 2

The Dead Land

Rating: T (rating varies by chapter; mature content will be tagged; regardless of rating, minors DNI)

Pairings: Echo x Riyo Chuchi; Gregor x OFC Cerra Kilian

Wordcount: 2.4k

Warnings: canon-typical violence, non-specific injury, angst, nightmares (not described)

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Summary: Echo runs his first mission for Rex's resistance cell and learns more about his new companions.

A/N: This story shares continuity with Martyrs and Kings and "Do It Again," but all three fics can be read as stand-alones.

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This is the dead land

This is cactus land

—T. S. Eliot, “The Hollow Men”

“I’m scanning at least four Venators in various stages of decommissioning,” Cerra said. “This one, near the equator, is still mostly intact. Probably our best bet for a functional pod.”

“Planetary security looks tight,” Echo said. “And there’s an Imperial outpost under construction. Looks like the Empire wants to oversee the Scrapper Guild in person here. If they spot us, it will complicate the mission.”

“Got a better option?” Cerra asked.

“No,” he conceded. “I don’t suppose I do.”

“Then let’s hope they don’t spot us.”

Entering atmosphere was bumpy as hell, and the sub-light drive was still making that disconcerting racket, but despite Echo’s pessimism, their shuttle went undetected. He flew low over the Venator, scouting for a landing zone that was at least somewhat secure.

“Any chance you can put us down on the flight deck?” Cerra asked.

“Negative,” Echo replied. “It’s blocked by debris.”

“Figures,” she sighed.

“There,” Echo said after a few moments of searching. “Plenty of cover, not too far from the Venator.”

He landed the shuttle as Cerra readied the cargo floater. Echo exited first, scanning for hostiles before motioning her forward.

“On the plus side, the shuttle blends in with the rest of the junk,” Cerra muttered.

They moved as quickly as possible with the unwieldy cargo floater, keeping a wary eye for Scrapper Guild members. The path was rough and littered with sharp, twisted durasteel fragments and shards of broken transparisteel. Cerra wore sturdy work boots and durable clothing, and she had a blaster strapped to her thigh, but Echo hated how vulnerable she appeared without armor or a helmet. If she slipped and fell, she could easily sever an artery in this scrapheap. He resolved to help her get her gear in order before the next time she went offworld.

They picked their way stealthily to the massive ship, and once aboard, made their way through the shadowy corridors. Cerra seemed to know exactly where she was going, and Echo realized she must have spent a significant amount of time on a Venator. The ships were confusing to navigate even when they were powered up and illuminated, and based on the amount of dust and refuse that littered the passageways, this one hadn’t been operational in a long time.

When they finally reached the med bay, Cerra dropped her satchel and got to work while Echo stood guard.

“Better make sure this thing actually works before I tear it out,” Cerra said.

“I hope you don’t need me to restore power to the ship,” Echo said, remembering Bracca. “I’m not making that mistake again.”

“Rex warned me,” Cerra said. “I brought an auxiliary power unit. It doesn’t have enough juice to actually run the pod, but I can at least make sure it’ll turn on.”

She connected a cable to her small power unit, and pumped her fist in victory when the screen flickered to life.

“Wizard,” she mumbled, disconnecting the cable and immediately beginning the complicated process of uninstalling the pod. She worked in efficient silence, stopping occasionally to consult a datapad, and within an hour, they loaded the surgical pod onto the cargo floater and began their return journey to the shuttle.

“I need to make a detour,” Echo said as they approached the armory.

Cerra nodded and moved to guard the entrance, blaster ready. Echo quickly found what he was searching for, extracted it, and returned to the cargo loader. Cerra didn’t question him once he was back, merely resumed her rapid progress. With the cargo floater fully loaded, it was trickier to get out of the Venator than it had been to get in, and Cerra lost her footing, tumbling down the hull and slamming to the ground.

Echo cursed and ran to help her. “You good?”

“Yeah, all good,” she said. “Gloves are toast, though.”

She stripped off the mangled gauntlets. They had, fortunately, protected her hands from being cut when she scrambled for purchase on the jagged piles of scrap, but in their present state, they would only serve to hamper her dexterity.

“Better not fall again,” she said with a shrug.

As the shuttle came into view, Echo spotted movement and froze.

“We’ve got a problem,” he said grimly. “Scrappers have found the shuttle.”

“I guess the camouflage wasn’t as good as I thought,” Cerra said. “How many?”

“Three at least. We need to get rid of them before they call for backup.”

Cerra craned her neck to see around the pile of rubbish where they were hiding. “Damn. It’d be nice to have a sniper right about now.”

Echo chuckled drily. “Yeah. Ready?”

“Say the word, boss.”

“Go.”

They got as close as they could before they broke cover and fired on the scrappers. They stunned the three they could see, and Echo ran to secure the ship while Cerra retrieved the cargo floater. As he powered up the shuttle, he could see her running full tilt toward him, pushing the cumbersome lift ahead of her. Just when he began to think they’d managed to make a clean break, he saw a flash in his peripheral vision, and a shot blasted into the floater as a scrapper opened fire on Cerra from their vantage point inside the hulk of a derelict freighter. Cerra ducked behind the surgical pod and returned fire, and Echo ran to back her up, cursing. He laid down cover fire as she wrangled the floater up the shuttle ramp, and as soon as she slapped the control to close the ramp, he leapt back into the pilot’s seat and took off.

The shuttle jostled from the impact of blaster bolts as the scrapper continued firing, but within seconds, they were out of range. Cerra secured the cargo as Echo piloted them out of atmosphere, and as soon as they were clear of the planet’s gravity well, they jumped to hyperspace.

It was the middle of the night when they arrived at the repair shop, but Gregor was waiting on the landing platform outside the garage. As they disembarked, he sent Echo a casual salute and handed Cerra a cup of caf.

“Did I ever tell you you’re my favorite commando?” she asked, gulping the hot liquid as though it were life itself.

“I think I’m the only commando you know,” Gregor chuckled.

“Still my favorite,” she said. “Ugh, I can’t wait to shower. That planet was disgusting.”

“I’m afraid it’ll have to wait,” Rex said. “The timeline for Fireball’s extraction just got a lot tighter. We need to finalize our plan tonight and move out in the morning.”

Cerra shrugged. “Your call, Cap. You’re the one who has to smell me.”

As Cerra walked into the garage, Gregor narrowed his eyes at her. “You’re injured.”

“It’s nothing,” she said.

Echo glanced at her and realized she was hunching slightly to the side as though to protect her ribs, and he cursed himself for not seeing it sooner. There was no blaster wound, so she must have hurt herself when she slid off the hull of the Venator. Gregor arched a disbelieving eyebrow and strode directly to the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets until he found a small medkit.

“Let me see,” he ordered.

“Bossy,” Cerra grumbled, but she shed her jacket and sat obediently on the sofa.

Gregor peeled her shirt up her torso, and Echo turned away to give her privacy. Still, he heard Gregor’s hiss.

“Karking hell, Cerra.”

“It looks worse than it is,” she said.

“Really? Because it looks like you got drop-kicked all the way to Karthon and back. What happened?”

“I fell off a spaceship like a kriffing idiot,” she said. “Are we going to get this mission briefing started, or are we all just going to stand around yammering about nothing?”

Rex frowned. “Don’t you want to wait until Gregor finishes with the bacta?”

“I want to take a farking shower,” she snapped, and despite himself, Echo glanced at her, surprised by the sharpness in her tone.

Gregor worked quickly, but it was obvious that Cerra was in a considerable amount of pain. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her clenched fists shook as they rested on her knees.

“Almost finished,” Gregor murmured quietly.

“Good,” she said as her voice broke.

“Does it hurt when you breathe?” She merely shrugged in response, and Gregor gave her an impatient look. “I need to know if you cracked any ribs.”

“Why? Nothing you can do for that anyway,” she said.

“I can put you on light duty,” Rex said.

Cerra shot him an irate glare. “Nope, doesn’t hurt to breathe. In fact, I feel great. Never been better. Can we please, please get started?”

“Fine,” Rex sighed as he began to outline the plan of attack.

Gregor finished with the bacta as Rex spoke, then put away the medkit and quickly returned to the sofa. As he sat, he gave Cerra’s hand a little squeeze, and she leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder as she closed her eyes. Echo would have thought she had fallen asleep, except she occasionally asked a clarifying question or commented on the plan.

As Rex wrapped up the briefing, he said, “It’s vital that we remove Fireball’s chip as soon as possible, so Cerra will remain here and get the surgical pod operational. Any questions?”

Gregor and Echo shook their heads. Cerra watched Rex with an unreadable expression. When nobody spoke up, Rex dismissed them all with orders to get some sleep. Gregor went to the barracks, while Echo headed for the refresher, just as desperate for a shower as Cerra. As he left, he overheard her speak to Rex in a low voice.

“Can I have a word?” she asked.

The two disappeared into the small office at the back of the garage, and Echo took the longest shower of his life, reveling in the luxury of hot water. As much of his life as he’d spent on starships, he was accustomed to the efficiency of sonic showers, but there was no way in hells that he would opt for the sonic when a real shower was available. By the time he finished, he was relaxed and bone-weary, and he headed straight for the barracks.

A low, strained conversation emanated from behind the office’s closed door. Echo didn’t intend to eavesdrop, but his cranial implant amplified Cerra and Rex’s voices as they argued.

“—can handle himself. He has more training than any of us,” Rex said.

“It’s not about his ability,” Cerra said. “It’s about keeping him alive. He’s been through enough.”

Echo slowed to a halt. Were they arguing about him? Did Cerra not think he was capable? He frowned. She hadn’t said anything during their mission to Karthon, and she’d seen him in action. He could take care of himself, and he didn’t need her interfering with Rex’s plans.

“We need his infiltration skills,” Rex said.

“Dank farrik, Rex, you saw the extent of his brain damage when AZI removed his chip. Another hit could kill him.” Cerra kept her voice down, but her distress was evident.

Gregor, Echo understood suddenly. Cerra was worried about Rex’s plan to use him on the extraction team. Echo hadn’t realized how severe the injuries hiding beneath the commando’s irreverent disposition were.

“He knows it’s dangerous,” Rex argued.

“He doesn’t care about the danger because he trusts you so much that he’ll do anything you order,” Cerra said. “Use Echo on the infil team instead. Please, Rex. He’s just as skilled as Gregor, and he’s not at risk in the same way.”

“You know Gregor will never let me ground him,” Rex said.

“I’m not asking you to ground him. I’m asking you to assign him to pilot the ship instead of being part of the extraction team.”

“Cerra, I will protect him,” Rex began.

“Like you protected Fives?” Her voice cut like a vibroblade.

Despite himself, Echo gasped. Rex was silent.

“I’m sorry,” Cerra said after a tense moment. “That was out of line.”

“No,” Rex replied. “You’re right. I’ll put Gregor on pilot duty.”

After a long pause, Cerra finally responded. “Thank you.”

Echo realized he’d been listening much longer than he’d intended to. Shaking himself, he hurried to the barracks and climbed into his bunk. It was some time before Cerra entered, and Echo assumed she must have finally gotten her shower. She moved silently through the shadowed room and climbed into her own bunk. She must have been exhausted, because within a few minutes, he could hear her breath even out as she dropped into slumber.

He was jealous of her ability to fall asleep so easily. He’d never slept well, even before Skako Minor, and his insomnia had only gotten more severe after his experience with the Techno Union’s particular brand of hospitality. Still, he must have dozed off at some point, because quite suddenly, his eyes snapped open at the sound of a distressed whimper.

The sound was barely audible. Echo probably wouldn’t have even heard it if he hadn’t been so restless already. The cry came again, muffled and indistinct, and Cerra thrashed in her bunk.

Gregor moved with such impressive stealth that Echo didn’t even realize he’d gotten up until he heard the commando quietly murmur words of comfort under his breath.

“Gregor?” Cerra asked in a hushed, broken voice.

“Shh, I’m here,” he whispered.

The bunk creaked, and Echo heard the soft rustle of bedding being rearranged.

“I’ve got you,” Gregor said softly. “You’re safe. I’m not going anywhere.”

Cerra shuddered, and a muffled sob followed by stifled, gasping breaths rang out through the barracks. Echo could tell that she was trying to stay quiet by pressing her hands over her mouth.

“It’s all right,” Gregor soothed. “All the way out, remember? One, two, three, four, five. You’re all right, sweetheart, I have you. Now breathe in. One, two, three, four, five.”

Echo had an uncomfortable sense of voyeurism, as though he were intruding on an intensely private moment, but there was nothing to be done. Gregor continued to quietly coach Cerra until she brought her breathing under control. Once again, the barracks descended into silence, and at last, Echo fell asleep. When he awoke early the next morning, Gregor and Cerra were still curled up together in Cerra’s bunk, fast asleep. Gregor was lying, fully clothed, on top of the blanket, with Cerra’s body tucked securely against him and his arms wrapped around her.

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sonicasura · 1 year ago

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Transformers Prime: Toonsanity

Yes, I'm going back to the Weretoons with Transformers idea well specifically the Prime version. Rescue Bots will have it's respective post so don't you worry! Let's get started.

Miko lives in Jasper with her Weretoon foster father instead of canon's host family. She is already Jack and Raf's friend but they don't know about her Weretoon nature. A common rule that's not just for the safety of other Weres but people close to them. Every werecreature has a respective hunter and those for Weretoons are extremely dangerous to put it simply.

The two boys would've been left unaware if wasn't for the fateful encounter with the Autobots. (Miko is still a chaos agent and being a Weretoon just amps it up.) It doesn't really take long for everyone to find out either.

Weretoons tend to carry a small bottle of ink on them as it triggers the Toon transformation instantly. An emergency tool to be precise. What better time to use it than on a hostile alien spaceship full of trigger happy robots?

Like any other Toon, Miko has a hammer space with her preferred cartoony weapon being a giant mallet. Jack pretty much felt like he was going insane at this upon seeing his friend flatten a Vehicon into a metal pancake. Raf is taking it a bit better than him. The bots however...

Ratchet: What in the pits is this?!!! *Points at Toon!Miko*

Miko: *eating a carrot she pulled from her hammerspace* What's up, Doc? Never met a Weretoon before? Congrats on being not only the first non-Weretoon aligned doctor but the first 'normal' doctor I done this joke with!

Jack: *notices everyone staring at him* Hey, don't look at me! I didn't know about this until now!

Ratchet obviously grilled Miko for answers as he barely knows how to treat humans! Now he has to worry about an unknown subspecies getting injured or ill. Miko explaining the whole 'Weretoons' thing so nonchalantly didn't help either. (Optimus wrote everything in stride as the unknown reawakens the archivist within.)

Ratchet shuddered knowing others can be infected and rather not find out if Cybertronians are susceptible. (They are Ratty. It's another reason why Miko wears a mouth guard. A simple bite with their actual teeth is all a Weretoon needs to turn someone even if they don't penetrate skin or metal.)

No one purposely tries to test Miko's squash and stretch capabilities whenever she's in toon form. Doesn't stop a cartoony shenanigan from occuring. Or the fact every single bot on the team has fallen for the inherent gag trying to get Miko outta harm's way like in every other cartoon.

Examples:

Bulkhead got whacked in the face by his own lob ball as it preceded to roll off the shelf after Miko.

Optimus somehow slipped on a banana peel and accidentally falls on Bumblebee from trying not to squish the Weretoon.

Ratchet crashes into the ceiling when Jack's knife set is hurtled at Miko with the medic taking said blades to the aft. (Toon law: Anyone struck by a pointy object always launches upwards.)

Miko reveals her beast form during the Scrapheap episode. She gotten pissed when some Scraplets had munch on a metal custom road plate her dad made for her room. Never anger a toon who can turn into a serpentine dragon like mole cause Miko chased the little pests everywhere with a vengeance.

Jack already resigned to the insanity after this little reveal. He's just glad they got a heavy hitter that the Scraplets couldn't munch on. Optimus and Arcee were really confused about this new development but let Miko help warm them up. (She runs hot as a mole dragon plus long enough to coil around someone OP's size.)

Hostage situations with Miko will always go wrong for the kidnapper. She either slips out their grasp like a snake or go beast mode on their ass. Makeshift learns that moles bite especially if they're half dragon.

Knockout and Starscream doesn't have fun with Miko during their respective encounter either(TMI/Rock Bottom.) Her claws can do more than just dig through dirt as she left behind pretty larges gashes on their frames. Starscream and Knockout constantly about still finding sand in their frame.

The ugliest confrontation between Miko with a Decepticon is Predaking. Dragons aren't exactly friendly towards each other as they are territorial as fuck. (Moles are even moreso.) Especially if it involves a claim. Her friends and the Autobots' can be considered Miko's plus considering Predaking is more dragonlike...

She fucking mauls the Predacon with their respective breath attacks leaving freshly made glass everywhere. Ultra Magnus had to hold Miko like an angry extra long ferret so she didn't fly after the retreating Decepticons. Our girl may be strong but not invincible.

Toons can have their own rules turned against them plus Miko can't sustain her toon form for long. She's got an hour to an 1 hr 30 minutes before reverting back. Then there's the threat born from the film 'Who Framed Rodger Rabbit': The Dip.

It can burn a Weretoon in their human form but becomes truly lethal if they are a toon. Dip is their wolfsbane and is the main tool in a Cartoon Hunter's arsenal. Two things Miko wasn't happy to explain to the bots when movie night came around.(Bumblebee apologized btw.)

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It's gonna take awhile for the Decepticons to find out. Sadly a certain mechanical based organization knows about Weretoons...and most are hunters. Or that one particular spider bot might add Miko to her list of targets too.

For Miko's father, he'll remain mostly anonymous. This is because I want to keep the main ides separate from any extra doses of insanity should it peak my interest. Like making her foster father Dynamite Anton from Antonball/Antonblast.

What better way to do the 'Meet the Father' bit than this fucker throwing hands with a bunch of moles, called BALLBUSTERS, because their boss Satan stole his booze. (The literal plot for Antonblast.) It would obviously have the fandom wide headcanon of Anton being a demon and his demon form being usually portrayed like this. (Can't resist the sheer irony when you consider the fact Optimus is basically robot jesus in most iterations of the series.)

Things are gonna be chaotic with Ratchet wanting a drink either way it goes.

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lamortwrites · 1 year ago

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1 (2) because I like to live dangerously

the only non bloodborne on the list! this is the galetash, an au loosely based on the mortal engines books :)

Waterdeep is a beautiful city, all polished, gleaming metal, clean and glinting in the flame orange glow of the sunset. He knows that there are fountains on her upper tiers, crystal clear water safe for drinking that makes its slow way down dripping from tier to tier, snaking through clean pipes and providing both fresh water and beauty to appease the citizens that live and work across all of her tiers. It is easy to do many things when you have so many mages at your disposal, he supposes, like keeping the beautiful exterior of your extravagant city warded against dust and soot and biting acid rain so that everyone can see how pretty and well taken care of you are, strutting around the wastelands of the continent once known as Faerûn.

As he watches her try to limp away from them, Enver wonders what she will taste like clamped between the jaws of his great city.

He feels saliva pool on his tongue, feels his lips curl back from his teeth as his hands tighten on the iron railing that lines the edge of his balcony. He can feel the roar of the engines even from all the way up here on the top tier of Baldur's Gate. He can almost hear the shouts of the foremen, feel the sharp sway caused by great metal legs pumping harder than the shock absorbers can cope with, feel the sweat dripping from his skin in streams so close to the furnaces that line the bowels of the city.

Hunts were never so exciting when he worked down there himself. When prey was plenty, when little townships and hamlets roamed about the wastes just waiting to be snatched up by a predator city, most of the time they would take one look at the great hulking scrapheap of Baldur's Gate, blackened with soot from her engines and leaking steam from the vents that split the sides of her rusting skin, and stop running. City life wasn't so bad, after all -- in those days, Baldur's Gate handed out citizenship to any who asked for it, and there were plenty who preferred the safety that came with living in a city.

But that was decades ago.

#ty :)#answered #plethomacademia

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lavelled · 5 months ago

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I listed five children under the age of 17 who killed themselves right after a honeymooned visit to their part of the world, and in news rotation Team Meghan Markle gave me Thanksgiving gizzard press with homemaker holiday plans like their client fills some sort of aproned traditional role.

She was an available entity of smiling obediency. Her Instagram is full of her decades-old introduction to the infectious disease specialist responsible for the little pieces of folded paper known as the World Trade Center and Sandy Hook and whom she gripped the bed rails with.

Prince Harry’s lunatic press of outrage included a German documentary that supposedly exposes the couples’ elitist California lifestyle, a golden state where the royal couple has never lived together, his neverending olive branch extension which is family code for unripened fruit, his Botswana date of bunk beds, which news sources deduced as firsties so that was vetted and well-buried, and, finally, her patently bad American Riviera Orchard tip jar problems.

What a tizzy.

To past and present Twitter CEOs and Board of Directors, Jack Dorsey, Evan Williams, Richard William Costolo, Parag Agrawal, Omid Kordestani, Patrick Pichette, Bret Taylor and others: On the scrapheap of what is his Twitter workload, Prince Harry operates chopped-off accounts that philosophically rationalize royal-blue cutting that he calls Indigo Club and where he mentions the DreamHack Atlanta festival and where he pens sentences like “wow i really need to be rough fucked.” He threatens me with female genital mutilation, usually on that date of September 11 in which absolutely nothing of interest happened. He displays vocal writing in V-heavy accounts such as: Vade, VaperRed, VenomBitch19, VeetaVenom, InfectedByVenom, Grape Lady, Grape Nuts, Haznoballs, Hattrickz69 and the fetishization of a May–December subcult romance where there are photos of elderly men French kissing female youth in a curricula he calls findom.

I’m sure you’ve read such encoded hieroglyphic writing as: that middle of the night sex, i miss lying to Old Country Buffet about my age, reins to put this whore in her place, solid axle, zip zies, herb back, huge gaping, Kidnoble, Fred Scarf, mirror is minor, raisins is rape, grape-tinis, Valronica Holmes, Skull Reaper Ninja and his go-to phrase: sugar-free. I don’t recall the movie, Jerry Maguire, making me feel sexually assaulted the way simply reading Twitter print does.

This is the same all-hours-accessible superiority platform where Presidents, Prime Ministers, the Pope, the Dalai Lama, CIA Directors, NASA, entrepreneurs, activist groups, media influencers, fashion, sport and music leaders all sincerely post notifications from time to time? Ah’s from the crowd.

Prince Harry, the feverish tech worker in a camo outfit under the duvet cover of Elon Musk, is not one to hide his sadism and boasts of minor ownership by explicitly stoking racial tensions online with the n-word and advertises his plans for enemy slaughter in emotional snippets. But in case you failed to notice through what is a blend of respectful indifference, imagined jailing, and signatory compliance—he has a tendency to use your social networking site as his personal vendetta headquarters, posting pictures of non-consenting young girls that he must steal from other sites so that Twitter becomes an unzipped carcass of pedophilia, repurposed for his revenge phrasebook against me and Tom and that part of humankind that wants him underground. With minimal effort, his language echoes like a loudspeaker to your most receptive audience: children.

I have justifiable doubts that this man should be allowed to mingle freely among dogs, children, elderly and the infirm, businesspeople and symbols of authority, prominent members of the entertainment industry, not to mention being the one in charge of relaying domestic and foreign policy at midnight on a meme and video-sharing website where he writes like a child desperately wanting to fuck a child at internet speed. The man tweeted during his own wedding simulation.

Harry’s deep desires to cut human flesh are not confined to botnet computational resources. He spreads his slicing message everywhere—during his dramatic child visitations, his first-rate Netflix propaganda, his primetime interviews, his speeches, his charities, his school days at Eton, his big lie of isolated life in Montecito, a place where Meghan and Harry have never lived, his trips to Las Vegas as he did in February 2024 to present the Walter Payton Man of the Year Award at the NFL Honors right after concocting the lie about his pedophile father’s fake prostate cancer, in a half-ironic tone, to inform athletic citizenry of his possession of the lower parts of the human body. Must be an artform because he’s been able to stay rich for 4 decades while I’ve had nothing.

His spearheading campaign differs from artists, actors, chefs, writers, musicians, athletes, politicians, journos: nobody else threatens me or society with a coffinmaker existence and a violent sexual assault.

Prince Harry, a red-eyed hoodlum who took a Twitter blueprint and raped it during a breakfast rush, serves as universal writer for entertainment folk when they need self-promotion and when they don’t. Like a movie projector of the worst racist, rapist, homophobic lamenting, right next to your employable name. Harry’s a late-night talkative guy in rapid cuts and jumps. His high school cafeteria pizza writing has ruined careers, including mine, but he gets movie deals.

I must emphasize that when a celebrity is kicked to the curb, so to speak, they’re still way better off than the regular worker bee. It’s a community that I had hoped and dreamed to be a part of upon graduation, but I have to admit that Hollywood’s lack of accuracy when depicting real marginalized people is often due to their own enclosed luxurious lifestyles. But Harry is sick and purposefully writes like a feral animal about a little girl in a body bag and that’s not fair.

Jussie Smollett. Harry has used his account to compose personal messages of forcible sex like a jukebox stuck on one screaming refrain. A substantial chunk of idiotic time has been spent instigating Jussie and I have no idea why. Since 2010. Harry wrote the tweet: “Fuck rapists, sexual predators and the sick fucks who protect them” six years ago, which is Harry wanting us to do the innocuous chaste flip, but, really, it’s his sex–centric pitch for the girl trapped in handwritten paperwork who says no. He fakes sensitivity, seething through gritted teeth at Tom, writing right into a textual web of rape. Add to it that his sister, the actress, Jurnee, rhymes with my sister’s name and who Harry has used penmanship on, meaning Tom, though some guys, protective brothers of sisters, don’t see it as riding-high-with-swords frolic against a well-defended man. They see it for what it is. Rape. Jussie has probably felt like a cohort in abuse. I have screengrabs.

People who know the origins of my studious blockade hate Harry, and here’s Meghan Markle, slow on the uptake, with proof that she did show revulsion toward Henry Windsor, climbed up the ranks alongside the sordid lineage famous for burying a promising young woman; married the man at the helm of it; gushed about procreation in the face of my greatest misfortune; quoted other people’s speechwriting at summits and unearned award ceremonies—and my evidence somehow hasn’t resulted in a divorce. Team Meh, if you’re honestly listening, the man she calls a doting father wrote, “Slushie isn’t my cup of tea” because he wants to fuck a child and not her.

Lorena Bobbitt severed her husband’s penis on June 23, 1993 after he allegedly raped her. I’m in no way condoning severed appendage mutilation, and both were eventually acquitted, but the 23 birthday number and repetitive 3 dates are interesting and in all the counties that it could go to trial, the prosecution was from Prince William County. Meaning, perhaps, only one side of the contract has wanted me lifeless, held back, distanced, hurt, scarred and maimed. But who?

Kellie Pickler’s husband, songwriter Kyle Jacobs, killed himself with a self-inflicted gunshot on February 17, 2023 in Nashville. 17. Actress Ricki Lake’s ex-husband, Christian Evans, killed himself with a self-inflicted gunshot in his car on February 11, 2017. 17. Karel Heřmánek, a Czech actor, appearing in more than forty films killed himself with a self-inflicted gunshot at a shooting range this past August. He was born on October 17. Benjamin Vautier was a French visual artist born in Italy known for the artwork, Introspection Truth Art & Sex. At 88 years-old, he recently shot himself. Petra Mathers was a German-born award-winning writer and illustrator of more than 40 children’s books. She died by suicide on February 6, 2024 at 78 years-old. It was a double suicide with her husband, architectural photographer, Michael Mathers. Petra donated her artwork to a museum in Amherst, Massachusetts. In a police photo of her writing and reading nook that has since become enshrined in my brain, there is a theatrical Playbill, watercolor pencils, a hardcover book by British novelist, Anita Brookner, and a beige typewriter.

The House of Windsor is a trio of great evil that buried a young woman they said to have loved, and then used her as a pawn against an enemy when they realized the world wasn’t sympathizing with their extreme victim act.

If Twitter was a reputable company with a human resources department in charge of monitoring personnel fleshing out his hatchet rapist agenda with all kinds of repercussions, Harry’s earnings (and yours) wouldn’t be connected to rape, murder, child suicide, and school shootings and he’d be forced to reevaluate his life choices. Account self-purging isn’t enough in 2024.

The Prince Harry and Meghan Markle marriage is plain torture. Publicly divorce.

Princeton 2002 article about rape with an unconscious woman, published by Hegseth, reminiscent of Harry’s proxy:

TIG booklist, swimming in shark circles:

Her deleted Insta

Flipping pedo manuscript, Better than revenge:

Deleted Insta

Meghan Uteri Markle:

All posts authored by Prince Harry.

The trio, axx hat’s green onesie, Billy’s clamp:

Princess Charlotte is 9:

Philandering fossil collage, 17 thousand followers:

91-year-old Senator Charles Grassley did not write this tweet about skull bashing revenge, Prince Harry did:

Harry’s weak crown of violence on behalf of a pedo King:

Harry explores revisionist history in a haze:

Sarah doesn’t tweet about actively agreeing with child molestation; Harry wrote it:

Harry sponsors passive-aggressive rape dawdling on T-Pain’s account:

I have no idea why Harry would tag Jussie Smollett with a Duchess Meghan nudism disturbance:

Non-consenting sex with minors, this tweet by Harry was originally in Danish:

Reverse psychology by a royal sociopath:

78-year-old British actor, Timothy James Curry, did not write this tweet about cutting cake:

Firepits of cutting:

I don’t think actor, Armie Hammer, is cannibalistic after all:

Tyler, The Creator didn’t write this, but 8 million people looked at it:

Loveless Nest:

Birthing Pangs, Feminism:

Harmonizing for money:

Prince Harry was a speaker at 2024 DealBook Summit in New York on December 4, the only policy news book he has penned is about non-consenting containment and rape. UnitedHealthcare CEO Brian Thompson was fatally shot outside a Manhattan hotel on Dec 4. This is what you hire:

Stop interviewing this NDA red-taped couple:

POLO, another Netflix film by non-filmmaker and rapist Prince Harry, shown here, orgasmic, riding a little middle-aged writer girl who says no:

Grim threats what else:

Anime, comma splice, for Twitter kids:

Speaker. Humanitarian. His scissors:

Survey says …

Divorce.

#reading #books

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autobots-and-their-crazy-kids · 3 years ago

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One thing that drives me crazy in both TFA + TFP is that the main humans are given episodes to prove that they’re useful on their own, but the plots are kinda dumb and could’ve been handled better...

*In TFA’s ‘Human Error’ episodes, the Autobots are knocked out and kidnapped by Soundwave, who’s trying to brainwash them in a virtual reality while they sleep and Sari is the only one who can save them!

The plot sounds interesting right?

Here are the problems though...

Of all the dreams that Soundwave could give them, he decided to give them human forms... which doesn’t make sense, because TFA Soundwave HATES humans, so why would he make the Autobots dream that they’re humans? As well as given them each a unique human design? (Although Prowl’s design was a mistake, in my opinion and I don’t like that Bee’s human form is a male version of Kid Sari... Why couldn’t they have at least given Bee an original human form?)

And then there’s the Upgraded Sari Sumdac... I get that TFA is trying to show that she’s still useful even without her key and most of her powers locked away AND that they’re trying to make up for Sari not being around most of season 3, so they want to make her the hero of the story... but I still think that the story could’ve been handled better or differently...

Like for some reason, the writers decide that Sari shouldn’t get help from her genius father Prof. Sumdac or Captain Fanzone (because the writers think that full humans are the worst now), so they decided to give Soundwave the power to mind control humans... but why?

Soundwave hates humans and thinks that they’re useless, so why control them to be servants?

It would make more sense for Soundwave to use his Toy Clones’ music to control the other Earth Robots into capturing the humans, so Soundwave can destroy them all later...

Speaking of destroying, why is Sari the only human that Soundwave wants to actually destroy?!

Sari is techno-organic, has powerful weapons and Allspark Energy flowing inside of her, it would make more sense for Soundwave to try knocking her out and capturing her instead, so he can brainwash her with her Autobot Team... but he doesn’t even try!

He tries to destroy her, when he realizes that the mind control that effects humans doesn’t work on half-cybertronian Sari... but again, he could’ve tried capturing her and brainwashing her while she’s asleep with the Autobots... but nope!

Maybe he’s salty about Sari once owning him as a toy, but mind controlling and ‘owning’ her could’ve been the ULTIMATE WAY of getting revenge, instead of simply destroying her!

One last thing, Soundwave’s upgraded mind control makes no sense... In his first episode, Soundwave’s music could only control non-sentient Earth Robots... But in ‘Human Error’, the music can somehow control humans now, and the music only effects Autobots when they’re sleeping?

It honestly doesn’t make any sense to me!

It’s obviously the episode trying to say: “SEE?! It’s a great thing that Sari is techno-organic! Aren’t you glad she is?”

Organic Human Brains are easier to control then the robot brains of the Autobots?

I know that Autobots probably have ancient alien parts in their brains, which makes them harder for Soundwave to control, but still!

Robot parts and controlling them are what Soundwave is used to...

If anything, human brains should be harder for TFA Soundwave to control then Autobot Brains, in my opinion!

*And now for TFP’s ‘Scrapheap’... the episode with the Scarplets...

Scarplets are creatures that eat on metal, including Autobot Metal! (Great thing, that Sari doesn’t exist in this world...)

But they don’t attack creatures made of meat, even when the meat creatures attack them... so the human kids attack them to protect the Autobots. (Even though their help actually doesn’t do much, since the scraplets can fly and there’s possibly hundreds of them...)

(The kids are actually lucky that they’re on a kid’s show, because if the scarplets reacted like how any wild animals reacts to being attacked... yeah, they’d all be goners! XD)

The episode is basically trying to say “SEE?! The human kids are useful! Aren’t you glad they exist?”

But here’s the thing, the human kids aren’t the Autobots only allies...

They literally have the american goverment (and Fowler) on their side, some human agents or soldiers could easily take their place.

And even if they couldn’t, Fowler can still take their place!

He might be one guy, but an adult is stronger and faster than 3 teens.

And the Autobots only needed one pair of human hands to reactivate their computer and portals.

Literally any human could’ve done that job!

*I’m not saying that the human allies should NEVER be useful or be the heroes of the story... but the stories (and characters in some cases) should at least be interesting and smarter...

#transformers #sari sumdac #jack darby #raf esquivel #miko nakadai

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silvercaptain24 · 3 years ago

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When you get this you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) <3

Ah scrapheap.

Um...

my taste in music

2. the fact that I give good hugs

3. I'm good at piano

4. I'm a fast reader

5.ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....

I'm not afraid to try new things?

#golly jeepers #that last one #yeesh #could not think of anything #asks and answers #anon!!!

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vardasvapors · 5 years ago

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link to the resentment tentacle core fingering fic please?????????

PSYCH I HAD TO POST A WHOLE LIST OF RECS SORRY FOR THE WAIT ANON anyway these are in no way comprehensive most of them were just recalled by skimming my chat history

sometimes my hands don’t feel like my own by northofallmusic: ok i say ‘golden core fingering tentacle fic’ flippantly but it’s EXTREMELY serious okay. it’s not often that anything written by someone else actually hits that balls-out extremeness of utterly emotionally sincere and extrapolating from a baseline of Abomination Rights intensity of body-horror-wrapping-back-around-to-non-horror monsterfucking that actually satisfies let alone impresses ME, but this one does! same w the rest of this author’s mdzs works lol. shitton of holification vibes which is always good. anyway the golden core fingering is very reciprocated by ‘diy transhumanism bone fingering’ which i Won’t elaborate on.

you are my delightful intruder by hanguang_jacked (lmao): my girlfriend once described this by telling me ‘thanks for sending me that fic where lwj is a disaster autism and gets railed.’ this is actually my #1 favorite fic in the fandom and i’m annoyed that it manages to stitch like, Absolute Perfection into a object-impermanence meltdown and subsequent hyper-intimacy of marking kink RACK. the exquisite depiction of emotions(love)-too-big-and-intense-for-his-form stuff.

catharsis by niixna: there are about 900 ‘lwj grief pov set after wwx dies’ fics but this one is by far the best and most immaculately characterized and utterly devoid of self-consciousness or rationalism in the face of emotional sincerity, even though i’m pretty sure english is not the author’s first language and it’s extremely poorly edited and it shows. i am so picky about lwj characterization and this is like. the platonic ideal tbh. i never cry about stuff i read but i did at this.

like looking through a fogged mirror by xiyaogarbage (lmao!): extremely viciously thematically appropriate (especially for untamed verse) ‘au but is it necessarily an au?’ fic with the premise of ‘jin guangyao did not actually murder his son.’ it’s always ofc been obvious to me that the reason jgy is the unparalleled master of weaponizing this flavor of reputation-based plausible-deniability scapegoating against other people, is precisely because he himself has both observed and been victimized by its effectiveness, and he still continues to be. no one would believe him if he said he was innocent of just this one particular act — in this fic he doesn’t even entirely believe himself. it’s just fucking. incredible.

moonlight by staringatstars: honestly i’m not entirely sure WHY this is one of my favorite fics. ‘nie huaisang nie-huaisanging’ and ‘the collection of turmoil hot’ doesn’t cut it. the uneasily loose-ended and threatening thread of the progression of a political microcosm incident that meanders through a broad swathe of subjects is just good. i guess i just really like chief-cultivator!lwj fics that irresistibly remind me of ikuhara’s liner notes for the end of utena lol.

hills and rivers are waiting by LtLJ: this is a jin ling pov plotty case-fic and it’s perfect, all those yi city field trip/post-canon casefic extra novel chapters vibes. the other fics in this series are amazing too! general revelations about tingshan he, and wen ning song lan mianmian and jin ling scheming to set up their own mini sect, as a treat.

too much, not enough by shamelesscooper: i’m not sure HOW a fic of the bizarrely common interfandom cliche which i don’t even like that is ‘cis male character is cursed with a vagina and needs someone to fuck him in it to get his junk back’ managed to be one of the best wwx & jiang cheng relationship study fics i’ve ever read (and that’s Not a low bar), but it is.

translucent ties that gently bind by katoptris9: It’s short and there are ofc also 900 fics about lxc’s post-canon mental-health-scrapheap out there, but I mostly am reccing for the very cruel but believable self-awareness, and flashback to lxc’s pov of lwj’s drunken selfharm rampage lol

an aging wound by lise: a wwx & jc ‘’’’’reconciliation’’’’’ fic with the absolute most neurotic communication possible, i laughed so hard i hurt myself

my eclectic muse by tahto: okay i actually don’t really care much about anything in this fic EXCEPT its characterization of lan sizhui, which i’m COMPLETELY obsessed with. step on me.

sunshot outtakes by swordgrip: yiling laozu being hot. uh i mean. wwx and lwj wreck an entire repo’d mansion bedroom with uncontrolled magic power while fucking after killing a bunch of people in battle and it’s hot.

like the setting sun by silversshadow: i’m only partway through this series but the premise is basically ‘the lingering ghosts of the wen remnants manifest themselves and follow wwx and wen ning throughout the entire post-timeskip plotline, instead of just briefly appearing at the burial mounds’ and honestly this is just a concentration/externalization of everything that mdzs is about, the wish-fulfillment of murder victims clinging to the world to ensure their murderers come to justice instead of giving up the space they used to take up and proving how effective genocide is. the cultivation world as a system ostensibly intended to protect living ppl from ghosts but actually functioning as a system to suppress and erase dead victims of the gentry’s oppression and genocide LOL. can’t, unfortunately, speak to how effective it winds up given that i’m not finished. but i couldn’t pass up mentioning it.

#the untamed #mdzs #fic rec #SORRY LMAO #i’d rather be eaten by you than fed by anyone else

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nonsscrapheap · 1 month ago

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Hello, I saw you put the Universal Observation fic on AO3! I want to ask if there will be more chapters ahead after you uploaded the initial three?

that's the plan! i'm trying to finish off the actor au and get into the next au first before i upload the other chapters to ao3.

i like the backlog and i'll try to keep at it so my plan here is to update on tumblr the next part then upload a chapter over on ao3.

that does mean that ao3 will be behind a couple of chapters compared to tumblr but that's fine.

#anon ask #non's scrapheap #tfp uo #universal observations

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arcticdementor · 5 years ago

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In the past year or so the word ‘Incel’ has become a ubiquitous online insult. Short for Involuntary Celibate, it was popularised by men who appropriated the label for themselves. The Incel community is overwhelmingly male (and growing) and to be an Incel (technically at least) is to have not had sex for six months or more.

As so the word has gradually crept into the vocabulary of every internet troll — partly I suspect because we still judge people by how much sex they have, or not in this case. We still view men who don’t have sex as failures in some way.

Incels are therefore an easy target. For men, calling someone an Incel implies something positive — a certain sexual abundance — about one’s own existence. For women it has begun to function as a putdown that ruthlessly dismisses unworthy suitors while simultaneously expelling them from the community of the good as misogynistic and creepy.

In the past decade there has been a three-fold increase in the number of men who have not had sex in the past year. In 2018 the Southern Poverty Law Centre added Incels to their ‘Hate Map’, describing them as “part of the online male supremacist eco-system”. Countless articles have appeared in the media equating inceldom with “toxic masculinity”, misogyny and violence. Most begin from the assumption that Incel ideology, so far as it exists, is a product of men’s domination over women. It is a backlash against feminism; the whingeing of men who have been taught by the tyrannical patriarchy to believe they are entitled to ownership of women’s bodies.

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However Rodger was an outlier. Most Incels are non-violent and use the forums they frequent as a support group, a place to vent — often toxically — against a society which they feel has rejected them (at least when it comes to intimacy). It is this which inceldom is largely concerned with: intimacy rather than sex. Most have given up on dating entirely. Some embrace an ideology they call the Black Pill — a spin-off the red and blue pills from The Matrix — which contains misogynistic tenets but adherence to which is not a requirement to be an Incel. The Blue Pill is the existing state of blissful ignorance; the Red Pill seeks to understand the system and manipulate it to its advantage; those who take the Black Pill accept the Red Pill’s tenets about women and society but resign themselves to a life of frustration and alienation.

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But the dating scene of 2020 is also radically different to the dating scene of twenty years ago, and this is a factor behind the growing number of Incels. The decline of traditional marriage has played a part. In the past there was greater societal pressure on women to ‘settle’ with men who they may not have been in love with or even sexually attracted to. The concept of arranged marriage, still popular in eastern cultures, where people pair up on the basis of suitability, is significantly different to our modern, Hollywood-style conception of idealised pairing on the basis of sexual attraction and finding ‘The One’.

Women are the sexual selectors on modern dating apps, where men are abundant and therefore of lower sexual market value (SMV). A friend and I ran an experiment on Tinder last year where we set up a profile purporting to be an attractive woman. In less than 24-hours the profile ran up over 2,000 matches. Tinder and similar apps are effective for the stereotypically good looking male. But the majority of men make do with few matches, often with women they are not attracted to. A recent study of Tinder found that “the bottom 80% of men (in terms of attractiveness) are competing for the bottom 22% of women and the top 78% of women are competing for the top 20% of men”.

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Some men refuse to reconcile themselves to this new reality. Others struggle in a digital dating environment where superficial qualities are prized to an extent that was not true in the past. In the world of online dating, which is how 40% of couples in the United States meet, looks, height and social status are usually pre-requisites for matching with someone at all.

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Moreover, mainstream dating advice for men is useless at the best of times and consists largely of feel-good bromides (often written by women) extolling men to ‘just be yourself’ or to let ‘fate’ take care of it. Real-life dating coaching, which takes clients out into bars and clubs in order to learn how to interact with women in a non-platonic way, is laughed at by the mainstream and dominated by charlatans calling themselves ‘pickup artists’.

Inceldom touches a nerve in wider society, which I suspect is why we have few conversations about it. All of us treat people differently on the basis of their physical appearance, however altruistic we may believe ourselves to be. As a recent article in Vice, which drew on a comprehensive body of research, noted: “Attractive people are generally assumed to be more intelligent, more trustworthy, and have better social skills.”

We shy away from talking honestly about this because to do so would be to acknowledge that there are some areas where true ‘equality’ — the ideal we strive for in most areas of political life — is unattainable when it comes to hooking up. The topic of sex and dating is already a minefield where egos swim amidst the unspoken and adversarial mating strategies deployed by men and women. There is very little altruism and equality when it comes to finding a mate. The sexual act is discriminatory by definition.

And it is leaving increasing numbers of men on the scrapheap. Some identify ideologically as Incels out of frustration. Some out of entitlement. Many seek to blame women’s supposedly unrealistic standards for their inability to form an intimate relationship. For others the situation is still more complex.

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Inceldom fits within a broader trend towards alienation and reclusive behaviour in modern societies, fostered by technology, changing dating preferences and — among other things — easy access to pornography. We don’t have our own hikikomori problem in the west just yet, but Incels are a growing phenomenon that society would do well to better understand — even if that is less satisfying than throwing the word around as an online insult.

#james bloodworth #unherd #incel #read the whole thing

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1-1snailxd-art · 6 years ago

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Elements of Love - Ending Version 1 - *SPOILERS*

ch 1 -- ch 2 -- ch 3

Only read if you’ve read chapter 3 and chosen this ending

Logan decides to go home

Hint - 💀

“I want to go home.”

Ethan and Remus were silenced by Logan’s sudden comment, the first he had spoken above a whisper since he revived Virgil. A smug grin spread across Ethan’s face as he watched Remus’s drop in defeat.

“Roman, help me get Virgil to the van.”

Remus watched in silence as Roman and Ethan took Virgil to the van, Patton guiding the air elemental that weakly followed. It was pointless to fight; the decision had been made; they would follow Ethan regardless of the severity of the situation. As Roman stepped out of the van, Remus moved over to speak to his brother one final time.

“I guess you’ll want your helmet back.” Roman offered the green helmet, but Remus pushed it back.

“Keep it. I need one of you to be safe at least.”

“Give Ethan a little credit, Dukey. He does actually care about me and my partners, unlike you.” He shoved the helmet into Remus’s chest with such force they stumbled back slightly.

“Whatever. Call me when you’re ready to face the truth.”

Remus shoved the helmet on his twin’s head and turned away before Roman could argue. As the van pulled away, Roman mounted his bike to follow; thankful the helmet concealed his tears.

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Stepping out of the bathroom, Remus was shocked to pick up his phone from the kitchen table and find a voice message from Patton in his inbox. He hadn’t heard from the group since they parted ways at the fire 3 days ago and was worried what news Patton would bring. Putting the message on speaker, Remus sat down and feared the worse.

“Remus. It’s Patton…um…Roman is on his way to your place. Well…I think he is. C-can you call me…if he doesn’t. Thanks. Bye.”

An echoed knock at the door had Remus rushing to the front door to find Roman in tears on the front step. No words were exchanged as the twins embraced; silent sobs shaking the younger twin’s body. After a lengthy silence, Remus guided his brother inside, and they fell into the soft folds of the old brown couch. Regardless of past disagreements, the two were still family and Remus was glad to have his brother back; even if he wasn’t yet sure of the reason behind it.

Anton pushed the door to his apartment open and was shocked to find his roommate on the couch with…his roommates head on his lap?

“Remus? Why is there an uglier version of you on your lap?”

“Because I failed at teaching him the importance of makeup. Get my phone for me would you.”

“Hmm, don’t make a habit out of this.” He remarked, walking towards the kitchen and tossing the phone over the back of the couch so it landed on the cushion beside Remus. “You know how I feel about strange men on the couch.”

“Then why do you live with me?” Remus laughed, tapping out a message to Patton.

“You have good design taste and I find you aesthetically pleasing on the odd occasion. So, what’s with the double?” Anton tossed his black scarf aside and sat at the table with a glass of iced tea he prepared earlier.

“I’m about to find out.” Remus sighed, sliding his finger across his phones screen just as Patton’s call came through.

“Is Roman okay?”

Patton sounded so small on the other end, which only confirmed the man’s fears further.

“He’s asleep right now.”

“Th-Thank g-goodn-ness…” There were muffled voices in the background and Remus pressed the phone harder against his ear to try and hear what was said before he heard Patton yelling with a surprisingly firm tone. “Get out! I told you not to come near us again!”

“Patton? What’s wrong? Who’s there?”

The concern in Remus’s voice caused the tired man in his lap to stir; eyes slowly blinking open and staring at the space ahead. Heart heavy with betrayal and loss.

“…I’m fine. It was just Ethan. You were right Remus; we should have trusted you.”

“I…I didn’t want to be right in this way.” He admitted solemnly, looking down at his twin. “I hoped I would be wrong like usual; only seeing the worst in people.”

“Not this time.”

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath in, Remus asked the question he knew he needed answered. “What happened, Patton?”

“You were right. Logan was…” Patton took a shaky breath in and composed himself before continuing. “Ethan said Virgil was physically fine. That he just needed time, but Logan wouldn’t leave his side. We…we trusted Ethan and left them alone, and then… he was gone … just. Gone.”

“Virgil didn’t make it.” Lowering his head, Remus watched as Roman slowly shook his head.

“Virgil’s in a coma in the hospital. Logan was gone before the ambulance arrived.”

Remus felt the colour drain from his face at their words; the revelation sitting heavy on his heart. He had been right; Logan had been keeping Virgil alive that day. If they’d gone to the hospital the pair would have been separated and their injuries would have been correctly treated; instead Logan had given everything he had to keep his partner alive.

Rising from the table, Anton moved to stand in front of the pair on the couch; neatly replacing his scarf as he moved.

“Come on Sad-ner twins, I’ll take you to the hospital. My car’s better than either of your scrapheaps on wheels.”

Ignoring the insult, Remus helped Roman up and the group headed out in a heavy silence.

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I’d like to say this story had a happy ending, but not all stories do. Choices have consequences, and Logan chose to give up his life rather than risk going to a hospital. He was afraid. Afraid of the questions they would ask about him and his family. Afraid that they would be taken away like Ethan’s own children had been. He only wanted his family to be safe.

Virgil remained in a coma, leaving medical professionals baffled as to the cause. Patton and Roman visited their partner daily; secretly bending their elements in his presence in the hopes that they could encourage the energy to flow to him again.

Following Logan’s funeral, Ethan thought it best to leave town, but not before Remus confronted him.

“So, Dr. Horrible, was it worth it?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Ethan replied, shoving the last bag into the back of his car.

“Lying to them. How does it feel to have blood on your hands yet again?”

Ethan couldn’t make eye contact; keeping his head low, remorse causing his body to tremble.

“I never wanted this to happen.”

“Yeah, but you let it happen. Logan is dead and it’s unlikely Virgil will ever wake up either.” Visually wincing at each word, Ethan slowly turned to Remus as he continued to speak. “Your kids died because you knew nothing of their powers and you’ve pretty much done the same thing to my brother and his partners.”

“What? How did you-“

“I’m not as dumb as you think. I can research.”

“But you never told them. Why?”

“I’m not an idiot. I knew they would never believe my word alone.”

“So Logan’s blood is on your hands as much as mine!” Ethan snapped; quickly knocked back by Remus’s heated fist as it hit his cheek.

“Don’t you dare put his death on me!” Remus held clenched fists at his sides, steam emanating from between his fingers. “This is your final warning. Come anywhere near any of us again, and I won’t hold the flames back.”

The fury in Remus’s eyes was concerning enough, but the fact that he was creating heat without an external source was downright terrifying. Ethan nodded to accept the terms a quickly slid into the driver’s seat, pulling out of the driveway with Remus watching until it vanished from sight.

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That was the end. Want to jump to another universe and try the other ending - CLICK HERE

Let me know your thoughts on this story and the ending. I’m just glad this project is finally done.

💜🐌

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What else have I done:

The Shield to your Sword (WIP - A fantasy/magic au - Prinxiety (Royal Roman and orphan Virgil - they’ll admit to their love eventually), Virgil angst, non binary healer Logan, *spoiler* Patton, cursed Deceit and ridiculous Remus)

Libraries are for Meetings (ongoing WIP - Human/University au with Royality and developing Analogical. Slow burn and heavily focused on a grieving group of friends that Virgil slowly becomes a part of to better himself.)

And more….

Writing Master Post

Check out my other blog for random fandom reblogs and stuff @snail-giggles

#elements of love #elements of love ending 1 #major character death #death mention tw

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mentalpushups · 6 years ago

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Perhaps the BBC or channel 4 should take note of this study before they compare a potato to several sugar lumps again, provoking prime time fear across a nation. ⁣

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Additionally, perhaps some should consider the value of this study before rendering potato’s to the ‘high GI’ scrapheap of foods never to be consumed in the name of low-carb crusades.⁣

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This range of food represents only a small sample of foods available to us. But whilst this study did not tell us much about the nutritional quality of these foods, it’s aim was to measure satiety among a reasonable sample of subjects. Each consumed 240 calories worth of 38 different foods. ⁣

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With white bread being the base barometer at 100%, the rest of the foods were measured. Unsurprisingly, due to their lack of protein and fibre and easily digested sugars, foods such as pastries, cakes and donuts satiated the least. Whilst protein dense foods consistently placed high up on the score sheet. But it was boiled potatoes which placed top, significantly higher than any other food. This is of course, just one study... ⁣

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Despite this, it’s results are useful for an individual seeking calorie control and satiety from their diet. Whilst calorie adherence is paramount to dictating fat loss/gain/maintenance, adherence to a calorie target (especially a calorie deficit) becomes easier to achieve if one is satiated. ⁣

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Foods lower in satiety and higher in calories (such as bakery products) should be included if enjoyed. But in order to prevent the need for more calories, one should probably be aware of the correlation between calories consumed and satiety achieved from consumption. Excessive calorie consumption then becomes less likely. ⁣

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Equally so, if fat loss is the goal, one should not consume food ‘just’ because it fills them up. Being aware of calorie balance is still required. ⁣

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This study clearly indicates that we should probably base our diet on whole foods, whilst including non optimal, less satiating foods in moderation. 🙂⁣

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#thefitnesschef #diettips #nutritioncoach #satietyfoods #potatoes #fatloss #losefat #eatsmart #diet #protein #dieting #obesity #dietplan #mealprep #weightloss #mealprepmonday

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lavelled · 5 months ago

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What a tizzy.

The Prince Harry and Meghan Markle marriage is plain torture. Publicly divorce.

Princeton 2002 article about rape with an unconscious woman, published by Hegseth, reminiscent of Harry’s proxy:

TIG booklist, swimming in shark circles:

Her deleted Insta

Flipping pedo manuscript, Better than revenge:

Deleted Insta

Meghan Uteri Markle:

All posts authored by Prince Harry.

The trio, axx hat’s green onesie, Billy’s clamp:

Princess Charlotte is 9:

Philandering fossil collage, 17 thousand followers:

91-year-old Senator Charles Grassley did not write this tweet about skull bashing revenge, Prince Harry did:

Harry’s weak crown of violence on behalf of a pedo King:

Harry explores revisionist history in a haze:

Sarah doesn’t tweet about actively agreeing with child molestation; Harry wrote it:

Harry sponsors passive-aggressive rape dawdling on T-Pain’s account:

I have no idea why Harry would tag Jussie Smollett with a Duchess Meghan nudism disturbance:

Non-consenting sex with minors, this tweet by Harry was originally in Danish:

Reverse psychology by a royal sociopath:

78-year-old British actor, Timothy James Curry, did not write this tweet about cutting cake:

Firepits of cutting:

I don’t think actor, Armie Hammer, is cannibalistic after all:

Tyler, The Creator didn’t write this, but 8 million people looked at it:

Loveless Nest:

Birthing Pangs, Feminism:

Harmonizing for money:

Stop interviewing this NDA red-taped couple:

POLO, another Netflix film by non-filmmaker and rapist Prince Harry, shown here, orgasmic, riding a little middle-aged writer girl who says no:

Grim threats what else:

Anime, comma splice, for Twitter kids:

Speaker. Humanitarian. His scissors:

Survey says …

Divorce.

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TBAM: Infinty War

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by KaijuHobbit22

With Cybertron restored, the Autobots believed they can take a breather. But the threat of Unicron still remains. Worse still, old and new enemies have united, threatening the entire universe. The Autobots and their human allies will need the aid of other heroes, as well as unexpected allies, in order to face this approaching doom. For they must work together to survive, or fall one by one.

Sequel to TBAM: TLK

Words: 29, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 10 of TBAM Series

Fandoms: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers (Bay Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Optimus Prime, Bumblebee (Transformers), Jazz (Transformers), Ironhide (Transformers), Ratchet (Transformers), Sideswipe (Transformers), Sunstreaker (Transformers), Arcee Trio (Transformers), Arcee (Transformers), Chromia (Transformers), Elita One, Jolt (Transformers), Skids (Transformers), Mudflap (Transformers), Wheelie (Transformers), Brains (Transformers), Mirage (Transformers), Wheeljack (Transformers), Wreckers (Transformers), Leadfoot (Transformers), Roadbuster (Transformers), Topspin (Transformers), Steeljaw (Transformers), Hound (Transformers), Drift | Deadlock, Crosshairs (Transformers), Evac (Transformers), Cliffjumper (Transformers), Prowl (Transformers), Ark (Transformers), Omega Supreme (Transformers), Fixit (Transformers), Aerialbots (Transformers), Silverbolt (Transformers), Air Raid (Transformers), Breakaway (Transformers), Dinobots (Transformers), Grimlock (Transformers), Swoop (Transformers), Slug (Transformers), Scorn (Transformers), Slash (Transformers), Sludge (Transformers), Snarl (Transformers), Camshaft (Transformers), Hubcap (Transformers), Omnicons (Transformers), Strongarm (Transformers), Skyblast (Transformers), Signal Flare (Transformers), Armorhide (Transformers), Brawn (Transformers), Inferno (Transformers), Trench (Transformers), Longarm (Transformers), Salvage (Transformers), Grindcore (Transformers), Blazemaster (Transformers), Tomahawk (Transformers), Stratosphere (Transformers), Depthcharge (Transformers Bay Movies), Breacher (Transformers), Seaspray (Transformers), Ramhorn (Transformers), Cosmos (Transformers), Canopy (Transformers), Sqweeks (Transformers), Rollbar (Transformers), Landmine (Transformers), Beachbreak (Transformers), Dune Runner (Transformers), Ultra Magnus, Springer (Transformers), Cogman (Transformers), Gears (Transformers), Protectobots (Transformers), First Aid (Transformers), Blades (Transformers), Hot Spot (Transformers), Groove (Transformers), Streetwise (Transformers), Rook (Transformers), Daytrader (Transformers), Skyhammer (Transformers), Guzzle (Transformers), Bob (Original Insecticon Character belonging to Wacko12), Hot Rod (Transformers), Kup (Transformers), Adam Nova/Nova Prime (OMC belonging to Wacko12), Trailbreaker (Transformers), Clocker (Transformers), Perceptor (Transformers), Hoist (Transformers), Smokescreen (Transformers), Highbrow (Transformers), Wingblade (Transformers), Knock Out (Transformers), Windcharger (Transformers), Roller (Transformers), Defensor (Transformers), Scattershot (Transformers), Warpath (Transformers), Arctus (Transformers), Broadside (Transformers), Skyblast (Transformers Bay Movies), Blaster (Transformers), Eject (Transformers), Sky Lynx, Slap Dash (Transformers), Bumper (Transformers), Firestar (Transformers), Moonracer (Transformers), Blurr (Transformers), Red Alert (Transformers), Metroplex (Transformers), Scamper (Transformers), Six-Gun (Transformers), Slammer (Transformers), Sparkling(s) (Transformers), Gasket (Transformers), Riptide (Transformers), Axewide (Transformers), Strongback (Transformers), Ramjump (Transformers), X-Grid (Transformers), Big Wire (Transformers), Skylock (Transformers), Dusthorn (Transformers), Matchstick (Transformers), Equator (Transformers), Skar (Transformers), Firefly (Transformers), Aurora (Transformers), Paddles (Transformers), Daystar (Transformers), Ironbolt (Transformers), High Cloud (Transformers), Flipside (Transformers), Nightflare (Transformers), Terraquake (Transformers), AllSpark (Transformers), NEST (Transformers), William Lennox, Robert Epps, SASF Agent Graham (Transformers), Burke (Transformers), Patrick Donnelly (Transformers), Michael Tanaka (OMC), Eckerson (Transformers), General Morshower (Transformers), "Hardcore" Eddie (Transformers), Perkins (Transformers), Stone (Transformers), Hooch (Transformers), Mongo (Transformers), Marc L (Transformers), "Baby Face" Zimmerman, Santos (Transformers), Teletraan I, Cade Yeager, Tessa Yeager, Izabella (Transformers), Shane Dyson, Ginrai (Transformers), Flare-Up (Transformers), Volcanicus (Transformers), Guardian Knights of Iacon (Transformers), Stormreign (Transformers), Dragonicus (Transformers), Steelbane (Transformers), Dragonstorm (Transformers), Vivian Wembley, John Keller, Charlotte Mearing, Maggie Madsen, Glen Whitmann, Tom Banachek, Joshua Joyce, Darcy Tirrel, Seymour Simmons, Dutch (Transformers Bay Movies), Jimmy (Transformers Bay Movies), Leo Spitz, Avengers Team (MCU), Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Thor (Marvel), Hulk (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Peter Parker, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Vision (Marvel), Guardians of the Galaxy Team, Peter Quill, Gamora (Marvel), Rocket Raccoon, Drax the Destroyer, Groot (Marvel), Mantis (Marvel), Nebula (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Wong (Marvel), T'Challa (Marvel), Scott Lang, Hope Van Dyne, James "Bucky" Barnes, Shuri (Marvel), Okoye (Marvel), M'Baku (Marvel), Ayo (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Heimdall (Marvel), Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Annabelle Lennox, Sarah Lennox (Transformers), Monique Epps, Carol Danvers, Phil Coulson, Skye | Daisy Johnson, Talos (Marvel), Kraglin Obfonteri, Rhomann Dey, Pepper Potts, Megatron (Transformers), Starscream (Transformers), Shockwave (Transformers), Nitro Zeus (Transformers), Soundwave (Transformers), Laserbeak (Transformers), Rumble (Transformers), Barricade (Transformers), Blackout (Transformers), Bonecrusher (Transformers), Combaticons (Transformers), Onslaught (Transformers), Brawl (Transformers), Blast Off (Transformers), Swindle (Transformers), Vortex (Transformers), Shatter (Transformers), Fracture (Transformers), Stockade (Transformers), Blitzwing (Transformers), Lugnut (Transformers), Bruticus (Transformers), Tidal Wave (Transformers), Runabout (Transformers), Darksteel (Transformers), Malignus (Transformers), Wreckage (Transformers), Incinerator (Transformers), Mohawk (Transformers), Long Haul (Transformers), Sideways (Transformers), Jetstorm (Transformers), Overcast (Transformers), Thundercracker (Transformers), Skywarp (Transformers), Slipstream (Transformers), Ramjet (Transformers), Sunstorm (Transformers), Thrust (Transformers), Dirge (Transformers), Tankor (Transformers), Divebomb (Transformers), Hailstorm (Transformers), Space Case (Transformers), Dropkick (Transformers), Brimstone (Transformers), Dirt Boss (Transformers), Astrotrain (Transformers), Payload (Transformers), Flatline (Transformers), Dreadwing (Transformers), Storm Surge (Transformers), Blademaster (Transformers), Ransack (Transformers), Mindwipe (Transformers), Bludgeon (Transformers), Decepticon Protoforms (Transformers Bay Movies), Vehicon(s) (Transformers), Decepticon Ship Nemesis (Transformers), Trypticon (Transformers), Wipe-Out (Transformers), Full-Tilt (Transformers), Brunt (Transformers), Bomb-Burst (Transformers), Skullgrin (Transformers), Submarauder (Transformers), Bulgy (Transformers), Finback (Transformers), Iguanus (Transformers), Carnivac (Transformers), Snarler (Transformers), Roadgrabber (Transformers), Octopunch (Transformers), Stranglehold (Transformers), Roadblock (Transformers), Oilmaster (Transformers), Blood (Transformers), Dauros (Transformers), Gilmer (Transformers), Junkions (Transformers), Wreck-Gar, Detritus (Transformers), Rum-Maj (Transformers), Junkyard (Transformers), Scrapheap (Transformers), Re-Cycle (Transformers), Greasestain (Transformers), Wasteoid Gamma (Transformers), Ashtray (Transformers), Rubbish (Transformers), Hazmat (Transformers), Trashbin (Transformers), Pinion (Transformers), Shearbolt (Transformers), Arclight (Transformers), Unicron (Transformers), Thunderwing (Transformers), Razorclaw (Transformers), Jhiaxus (Transformers), Elphaorpha (Transformers), Drancron (Transformers), Rartorata (Transformers), Megabolt (Transformers), Reptilion (Transformers), Strika (Transformers), Obsidian (Transformers), Overlord (Transformers), Monstructor (Transformers), Sharpshot (Transformers), Terrorcons (Transformers), Insecticons (Transformers), Ammonites (Transformers), Scrapmetals (Transformers), Noisemazes (Transformers), Overchargers (Transformers), Maximals (Transformers), Sweeps (Transformers), Anti-Bots (Transformers), Sparkeaters (Transformers), Quintessa (Transformers), Sharkticons (Transformers), Gnaw (Transformers), Thanos (Marvel), The Black Order (Marvel), Ebony Maw, Cull Obsidian, Proxima Midnight, Corvus Glaive, Super Giant (Marvel), Chitauri (Marvel), Outriders (Marvel), Leviathans (Marvel), Sakaarans (Marvel), Thaddeus Ross, Autobot Troopers (Transformers), Ronald Witwicky, Judy Witwicky, Daniel Witwicky

Relationships: Elita One/Optimus Prime, Chromia/Ironhide, Sarah Lennox/William Lennox, Izabella/Adam Nova (OMC belonging to Wacko12), Vivian Wembley/Cade Yeager, Monique Epps/Robert Epps, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Gamora/Peter Quill, Sideswipe & Sunstreaker, Mudflap & Skids, Canopy & Izabella & Sqweeks, Wanda Maximoff/Vision, Shane Dyson/Tessa Yeager, Judy Witwicky/Ronald Witwicky

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canonical Character Death, Non-Canonical Character Death, Non-Canonical Character Survival, Canon-Typical Violence, Post-Transformers: The Last Knight (2017), Transformers/Avengers Mashup, Infinty War Rewrite with Transformers (Bayverse) in it, Fixing Plot Holes, Ross is a Hypocrite

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