#Also not to start a debate on fluids but to totally start a debate on fluids why grab some form of saline when LR is an option????

[choking-on-ice]

South Park College Headcanons

I lost power for most to the day today, so I sat at a coffee shop and just killed time writing down headcanons for every SP character I could think of.

there's alot of them, but hopefully somebody out there finds these fun

Butters

Gender fluid / non-conforming

Saved up enough to move into dorms away from their parents

Autistic and very gullible still

has learned to stand up for themself and their friends better

Got fed up in senior year and spiked Cartman's drink w/ laxatives and locked him outside at a house party

Ppl secretly fear them a lil after that

Kept their baby face and a bit of chub

Still plays for Stan's death metal band

has a strange relationship w/ Kyle (who's grappling w/ some denied queerness)

still an absolute sweetheart

drinks at parties and smokes w/ friends, even tho everyone assumes they dont

their parents still totally suck

Kenny

revolving door of jobs cuz he gets bored easily, but is always selling weed on the side

Ran into more drug problems through highschool after his troubles cheesing

Went to rehab with Tweek and Stan, got clean, and is closer to them than ever before now

Butters stood by him at the peak of his addiction and now he would (and probably has) jump in front of a bullet for him

Joined the robotics club in HS

Pursuing an engineering degree w/ an academic scholarship

Still works as Mysterion, just w/out the undies over his pants

thinks it's funny to cockblock his friends

is kind of a player, but not a dick abt it

flirts alot, thinks it's fun to flirt w/ Tweek and Butters bc they never grew immune to his BS like the others

the idea of one of them reciprocating any flirting is terrifying to him tho

cuz he has a massive inferiority complex and lives in denial that he has real romantic feelings for anyone

ultimate rizz

Stan

Still fronts his death metal band

hopeless romentic

Bonded w/ Tweek over their crappy home lives when Tweek starts delivering to Tegridy Farm

Grew closer w/ Kenny when he found out he was in the same rehab program as him and Tweek

stronk farmboy, also p tanned which juxtaposes his alt style

Opens up to smoking weed in college now that he's sober

emotionally intelligent

NOT emotionally communicative / available tho

bottles stuff up

only knows how to vent when drunk, then later thru music

Kyle

jaded w/ a chip on his shoulder

prone to knee jerk reactions

throws hands at the drop of a hat

usually throws the first punch

kept playing sports after hs - football in college and basketball recreationally

did debate w/ wendy in HS

still bffs with stan, even tho they dont have many shared hobbies anymore

Craig

autistic

rizzless

doesn't rlly need game tho cuz he's only had eyes for Tweek, and Tweek's a mess

monotone + flat expression intimidates some people

has rep of being an asshole, it's only half true

is considered rebellious, but he just sees it as doing what he wants to do not what other ppl want him to

slow to anger, has never thrown the first punch

grew up to be tall and broad like his father at his age

his dad pushed him into playing football, after HS he only plays bc his friends are on the team and doesn't care much about winning

likes old school indie music, underground shows, and obscure bands, isn't pretentious about it tho

when Kenny tells him about the Tweek's drugging Tweek (and the rest of town) he loses it and has to get talked down from strangling Mr Tweek

Tweek

autistic + adhd

loves deathmetal, hardstyle EDM, death rap, and hardcore music in gen

bonds w/ Stan in late HS as he makes deliveries for the coffee shop up to the farm

Kenny and him are acquainted since Kenny delivers ingerdients to the shop

loves fantasy - LoTR, D&D, etc.

Trans FtM (cuz i am and i project onto my faves lol)

Finds out from Craig and Kenny that his parents have been drugging him w/ meth in the coffee since he was a child

spirals after this and has trouble trusting people, questioning everything and everyone in his life

becomes rlly close w/ Kenny and Stan when they all attend rehab together

moves out before HS even ends, couch surfing for the summer until he can move into the dorms

sobering up lets him gain some weight and he begins to look less sickly

I have more on the other characters, but I have arthritis and typing this much killed my fingers already. Hope u enjoyed if u got this far

#south park #south park headcanons #south park tweek #south park kenny #craig tucker #butters stotch #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #sp stan #sp kyle #sp kenny #sp tweek #sp craig #sp butters #creek #sp creek #sp bunny #sp twenny #sp kenjorine #sp marjorine #headcanon #sp headcanons #south park characters

[rosebloodcat]

Submas Gem AU: Ingo Deets

This was inspired by a reblog from @sningo-prompts time to go more in-depth about How Arceus did the Thing and what Ingo can do now!!

(By the way, you can totally just go full submas on your blog if you want to! Just add to your Bio or Header that you’re mostly sningo stuff, but the rest of submas is still on the table to chatter about.)

First off: Arceus making Gems (specifically turning Ingo into one)

Just to clarify, Ingo is a Gem Hybrid and not a “Pure” Gem. He’s still part human, with all the important physical stuff that goes with that. (Like eating, sleeping, breathing, etc. Not totally dependent on light for health/strength)

BUT, with the way Arceus did it, Ingo also has a lot of abilities that “pure” gems would have as well. Like poofing! (Yes, he can poof btw. I can explain it in a sec.)

The only thing I can think of to compare how Arceus did that is computer programing, so that’s how I’m going to line it out.

Funnily enough, there are numerous Pokémon that (individually) have abilities like gems, so Arceus already has the coding to make them.

A Pokémon who’s “heart” is an object- Magearna (not made by Acreus himself, but still counts in my mind)

Pokémon who have Object Dormant forms- Reshiram and Zekrom (the Light Stone and Dark Stones in the games)

A (human) spirit/being tied to an object that wasn’t originally part of them- Spiritomb

Getting energy/power boosts from sunlight- Espeon, any Pokémon with the chlorophyl ability

Injuries/Unconsciousness triggering a defensive ability to heal/protect themselves- The whole Pokémon shrinking down thing that kicks in when they’re defeated/captured

Physical Yet Malleable body that allowed for limited shape-shifting- Ditto, Mew (in the movies/shows), Zorua/Zoroark illusions

(probably toned down compared to Ditto and Mew, but much more solid than the illusions)

All he had to do was tweak the gem to act as the “safe” spot and then plug all those codes all into Ingo!

BOOM! GEM HYBRID!

New Gems and/or More Gems

At this time in my au ideas, Ingo is the only Gem. Not because I think Arceus wouldn’t have made more, but because I’m not sure who else he would have turned/made into them.

As for new gems/Emmet being one, I’d say that (just for Ingo) Arceus plugged the ability to make a (limited number) new gems himself!

My main thought for How was that it was done through fusion (which was the one new code that had to be made in pokeverse).

Basically, if Ingo is close enough to potentially fuse with someone then if they do, there’s a possibility that when they separate the other person will have become a gem too. The exact criteria needed for that are something I’m still debating, but I know that it will happen to Emmet. Not after the first fusion, but it is basically built in to happen eventually.

Currently, there is no change back plan. Although, I guess it could be done if Arceus was hunted down and brought into the issue.

At the moment, once the code is changed, there isn’t anyway to take it out. Not without help.

Gem Injuries: How do they heal?

This one I’ve actually been thinking about a bit, mostly because I realized that was something I didn’t have an answer for when I talked about Mirror Gem Ingo having a crack. So, I had to think.

My first thought is that there’s some kind of solution out there for mending/healing living rock.

There are plenty of rock types and Pokémon with gem/crystal-like growths on their bodies. And those Pokémon are bound to have gotten hurt/injured at some point and needed to heal/recover. Logically, that means there has to be some kind of medicine out there to heal that kind of damage.

So, I would say Ingo/Emmet would first try to use that to heal and injuries to Ingo’s gem. Normally, this stuff probably wouldn't work on a gemstone, but Ingo’s gem counts as a Living Stone so it would be effective.

It’s probably a multi-part process with a very liquidy starting medicine to get the fine cracks deep in the stone; then with thicker, less fluid layers put on top to help with the outer damage. (Then a couple layers of bandages and stuff stuff on top to hold all those in as they worked their magic.)

That covers some of the major points, but I’ll stop here for now. (Time to work on the asks I have next!)

#submas gem au #submas #gem au #gem ingo #gem emmet #fusion #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #ingo #emmet #warden ingo #pokemon #pkmn #legends arceus #pla #black and white #b/w #black 2 and white 2 #b2/w2 #rosie rambles #rosies fanart #rosies ideas #rosies aus #rosies fanfics #world building #hope this helps clarify things

[autumnaaltonen]

I want to start my Pride Month off by talking about the generational/cultural switch my mother and I have experienced.

Living in Vancouver during the 70s-late 80s, my aunt (my mother's sister) came out as a lesbian around my age. When she was hanging out with her friends (also including my mom) she was considered the 'token gay'. And as said token gay, my mother always looked out for my aunt when things got too overwhelming, and also supported her when she would try to share philosophies about homosexual and lesbian identity to their straight friends. She grew up in a time when it was rare (everyone was still in the closet, I know) to be gay/lesbian, and she never really had a community to go to in order to embrace her identity to the fullest. I remember attending her wedding as a child, and being so surprised when I saw her getting married to another woman. That was the first time I learned about being gay/lesbian, and I didn't even see it coming because it was just not a topic of discussion in my family, nor was it for most families at the time. Thank god, things have changed.

Cut to today, 2023, I'm nearing my end of university and have my own large group of friends. Funny thing is though, there is no 'token gay'. Instead, I am the 'token straight'. Turned tables. The vibe in my group is completely different than from what my mother and aunt experienced growing up. We are four-bisexuals, one lesbian/trans-gendered woman, and one gender-fluid. Sexuality, gender and identity are commonplace topics we discuss without filter. However, I don't have much experience to contribute to the conversation, beyond growing up with my aunt and trans-gendered sister, but I try to include myself none-the-less in order to learn. The difference is, the gay agenda is always welcome, but the straight-centric way I do and say things has been a noticeable sore spot for our group. My opinions on LGBTQ+ issues never ring quite as strong in our talks, or are dismissed entirely. (Be aware I've never said anything hateful. I agree with most everything the LGBTQ+ stands for, and the few areas I disagree on are commonplace issues that are widely debated from all parts of the community.)

But now it's my own cis-straightness that has become an issue, rather than being the one gay/lesbian friend. Even my own identity as a cis/straight woman is constantly put into question by my friends, and it really makes me uncomfortable. I almost always dress away from the binary, but I still identify as a woman. I find fellow women attractive, but I'm only romantically and sexually interested in men. So I must be gender questioning, or I have to still be in the closet, right? If I like to dress in masculine clothing, I should change my pronouns to be inclusive. My issues with dating must revolve around the fact that I'm attracted to straight men, who are total trash, no excuses.

I hope you're sensing my sarcasm here.

Just like when my aunt struggled to express her identity to share the LGBTQ+ community while only having my mother for support, I now struggle to express my ideas to support the LGBTQ+ community while being myself. And it drives a big wedge between my friends and I, just as it did for my mother and aunt in the 70s and 80s.

In no way should we compare LGBTQ+ issues with those of heterosexuals and cis-gendered people, there is simply no comparison to be drawn. But I hope that going into June, we all remember to be respectful of one another when are intentions are directed at lifting the LBGTQ+ up, rather than forcing them back into that dingy closet. Straight, gay, cis, trans or non-binary, we need to encourage conversation in order to progress, or else we're forever doomed to go backwards.

And for all the super right-wing skinheads who come into my DMs whenever I talk about things like this: I will find your IP address, steal your confederate flag, shred it, and turn it into glitter for my sister's wedges. I have done it before, I will do it again.

#pride month #lgbtq #lesbian pride #trans pride #love is love

[rethmyc]

Ai Arts on Trial

I've been seeing a lot of Ai art discourse and I figured I'd join in with my 2 cents for once. The issue is more nuanced than it first appears and I want to share. If you disagree with me then great! I want to hear why. Lmk ur thoughts.

Art is hard to make. I’ve been drawing and 3d modeling for years and I really enjoy it. I know for a fact that there are artists out there massively better than me that have put in even more effort to perfect their craft. Props to them.

I've been playing around with Ai art for about a week or so. After some good discussion with my siblings here are some points I'd like to share.

Ai art is accessible and allows unskilled users to create things they enjoy.

Ai art is equal to drawing stick figures. Everyone knows it’s a “low form” but we weren’t trying to go in a museum anyways.

Classical artists should be allowed to opt out of being part of the training data or be otherwise compensated for their contributions.

The technical side of ai art is quite impressive. One can be “good at” creating prompts to get a specific effect. It is not entirely without skill.

Ai art can be useful for rapid prototyping of classical media projects.

Computers have been part of the artistic process for decades now. You’re telling me you did that gaussian blur yourself? You did all the math for that fluid simulation personally? All that raycasting was calculated by hand? What’s the difference?

As of right now, ai art is not good enough to replace human artists. Even if it did I don’t think it would pose a real threat to the community. If you want the best possible art piece, commissioning a human will be best.

People who make ai art should be called artists based on the amount of time and effort they put in like anyone else. Someone who generates images with some simple keywords is not at the same level as someone who uses long prompts, negatives, and inpainting.

The people most at risk are smaller artists. Their quality of work is most easily mimicked and they have the most to lose. They have the right and responsibility to push back against ai art.

If a person were to go and study all of a given artists works, practice their style, and gained the ability to recreate them perfectly, I don't think there would be any backlash. The style is "stolen" all the same, and the original artist isn't making money off of the new artist's creations. Ai follows the same process but much faster. What's the difference?

The main difference we noticed was scale. A person who practiced can't hope to create as many works as a trained, well prompted Ai in the same amount of time. At least, I don't think so. I'd like to test that.

Individual, personal use of Ai art generators is probably not going to spell death for classical artists. Large scale, corporate use is going to be an issue though. If Pepsi is making ads using Ai's trained on images they don't own, there ought to be legal repercussions.

This is similar to the invention of the sewing machine on a personal and industrial level. Hand sewing garments no longer needed so many people. Will the people be replaced by Ai artists? Or will those same people adapt and start creating even more art than before with Ai as a tool?

Cameras didn't destroy painting or drawing. Why should Ai generators destroy other media?

Ai art probably doesn’t belong in a museum (tbh what media do and don’t is its own topic of debate), but it also doesn’t deserve total hatred from artistic communities.

If you disagree please tell me why! I just want to start a discussion about this. The technology is here and it's not going to leave, we need to talk about what we're gonna do about it.

#ai #ai art generator #ai artwork #ai art #stop ai art #art #art discussion

[insolitus-academy]

♚ //  Face Claim

Full name Face Claim: Lee Felix

Group/Band/Occupation: Stray Kids

Nationality: Australian

Faceclaim age: 21

♚ // Character ;  Basic information

Quote: “Destroy, Recover, Repeat”

Full name character: Hemlock

Nickname: Lock

Realm of birth(if earth, nationality): Demonic Realm, close to Hell

Age: 317

Date of Birth: Autumn, 1705

Gender: non-binary, gender fluid.

Preferred Pronouns: He/they

Race: Demon

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

What is the level of Korean and how did they learn to speak it (For non-Korean characters from other realms & other earth-countries): Fluent due to his experience in the human realm.

♚ // Character ; Appearance

Skin Color: fair with freckles

Eye color: light pink and lilac, darkens as he gets angry

Scars: none

Piercings: Sometimes

Tattoos: Yes, changing

Hair color: Blonde at the moment

Abnormalities: several flowers grow from his head. He has black gums and a black tongue (his whole inside and organs are not red but black and he bleeds green).

Transformed form:

STAGE 1: vines and more flowers grow from his body, moving and breathing with him.

STAGE 2: his whole body becomes radioactive and starts to glow in neon green as the flowers and plants previously grown on his body shrivel. He gets large curly horns and his claws grow.

♚ // Character ; Personality

Six personality traits:

Wicked, curious, laid-back, mysterious, cruel, sadistic

Likes: The sound of a fire burning, a dark hallway with only a flicker of light and a shadow in the corner of your eye, chaos in it’s purest form, a big bottle of soju and Kebab.

Dislikes: The ongoing debate about pineapple on pizza, permanency, Medicine  (as a practice, not the actual pills which he likes as a snack in big doses) and doctors, boring situations or people and cut flowers.

Manias: -

Phobias: -

Animal: snake (black mamba)

Religion: hah. No.

Favorite song: BRITNEY SPEARS – Toxic (Metal Cover by Lauren Babic ft. Lee Albrecht)

Vice: greed

Virtue: patience

Personality description:

Darling, jealousy looks bad on you. Hemlock knows they are beautiful and he doesn’t accept your puny attempt to deny it. While he is arrogant, quite a dick and enjoys watching the world burn (preferably in a chemical burn) he can also be quite charming. He does like this planet and realm so he won’t wish for it’s total destruction but you are still an option.

Hemlock doesn’t take no for an answer, but he is quite a chill guy when he isn’t bored- see he will be a perfectly okay dude until he decides he is bored and he needs to fuck some shit up. He doesn’t care much about morals or rules or whatever. He is vibing here and skipping back and forth between Earth and Hell.

He has quite a temper, which often brings other people in danger (oops). Though get on his good side and he can be a good friend if you don’t mind what he does in his spare time, that is.

♚ // Character ; Powers

Magical Powers:

- Poison Touch: Everything about Hemlock is poisonous and his bodily fluids will hurt someone who he hasn’t given his antidote yet. He can also release toxins from all over his body upon his demand (and when he gets angry or scared).

- Radio-active: Hemlock always is lightly radio-active. Nothing too bad usually but it gets worse as he gets angry or upset with the obvious side-effects to everything alive near him. He can also make things radio-active upon his touch.

- Regeneration & self-renewal: Hemlock is always decaying and dying and regenerating. His whole body is always being poisoned and in a state of decay and recovering at the same time- therefore he heals very fast when hurt (exceptions listed below in weaknesses). Every 6 months his skin is completely renewed as well (including his tattoos).

Non-magical Powers:

- (magic-induced) tattoo artist & piercer

- Surprisingly good at bingo

Weaknesses:

- Healing powers: being the complete opposite to what he does healers and healing powers are his biggest weakness and burn him. He hates doctors and healers with a burning passion and medicine he only takes if he can take an overdose and enjoy how it destroys his body.  

- Holy objects and sacred sites: While it does not turn him into dust right away holy artefacts and sacred grounds are painful and make him feel sick. Just a random cross won’t do but one blessed will (and he hates holy water).

- Iron: Like his fae brethren they are allergic to iron and it burns him. If he is cut by an iron weapon he will need significantly longer to recover.

♚ // Character ; The Villager

Job/Occupation: Therapist

Lives in: Vighulir

Lives in: Dultirm Plaza

♚ // Character ; The Past

Date of Birth: Autumn, 1705

Date of Death: N/A

Crime Record: N/A

Has your character attended Insolitus Academy in the past?

No

Background:

Hemlock is the name they have chosen to exist under in this realm where they are appearing to others in the vessel of a young man. This demon of poison has poisonous flowers growing from his head, they can be cut and it will hurt him but not harm him in a way that actually weakens him. The flowers are Hemlock, Jequirity, monkshood and lilies of the valley. He has long blonde hair and light eyes that reflect lilac and pastel pink and blue tones. <br><br>

With his deep voice and seductive smile, he can be seen as quite a dangerous demon but all he wants to do is hang out and have a fun time. He is quick to anger which will make his powers come forward and it is better to hide when that happens.<br><br>

Out in the open he will wear any kind of hats or beanies to hide his flowers. though there is always a slight green sheen to his skin. <br><br>

He decided to check out Insolitus since one of his friends is at the academy and seems to like it. His other friend already has a tattoo shop there so while he owns a tattoo shop in town he decided on another venture and since he enjoys chaos why not become a therapist? That way he will get all the mentally unwell people thrown right in his lap. Perfect for his chaos-loving soul.

Hemlock is closed off to people he doesn’t know, it takes a while for him to warm up to people but he is kind to his clients. Without a tragic backstory he is just a chill demon guy that sometimes accidentally kills humans with his poison.<br><br>

Talk about a toxic personality.

#iacharacter #vighulir #villager #demon #felix

[lordmayokcorner]

Dreamcatcher [Apocalypse: From Us] - Album Review

-- image: Asian Junkie --

I learned about Dreamcatcher through my kpop-lover friend who stans them, Andrew. It only makes sense that his thoughts be included here as well, so we decided to co-review this album for that reason. His thoughts will be included with mine, directly below them.

I’ll listen to each song 3 times and rate them afterward. Each song will be rated on a scale of 1-10 with 5 being completely neutral, 1 being my least favorite song, and 10 being the best songs ever. My rating is the first number, Andrew’s is the second. Please take our ratings with a grain of salt, my goal is to be honest, no hate :)

Intro: From Us - 6.5, 7

The soft parts are very well done. The pianos and synths are layered very nicely. I’m rarely a fan of electric guitar in pop music so that part isn’t as much to my liking, though the vibe is really intense nonetheless. The ending with the mysterious sounding synths and chords is very well done.

Andrew: It’s very creatively done, sounding both natural/earthy and futuristic. It has a very fluid feel, with clean transitions between hope, peace and war. The delicate piano at the end, which matches the electronics of the beginning, brings it full circle.

BONVOYAGE - 5.5, 8

This track starts off quite soft but very quickly launches into a high energy guitar and slap bass beat, just to fall back into the quiet again with verse 1. The vocals here could be better admittedly. This pattern gives the song a bit of a messy and incomplete feeling unfortunately. The chorus however has a significant amount of vocal power. Very impressive. I’m certainly not in love with the song’s composition itself but the vocals and other specific elements in places are very nice.

Andrew: This one is a bit of a grower honestly. At first I wasn’t a fan of the interspersed electronics in the beginning riff, nor satisfied with the backing track during the chorus. But now I feel that the elements add a very adventurous feel to the song. The vocals are superb, out of this world superb, and I love the acoustic guitar coupled with the delicate vocals of the first pre-chorus.

DEMIAN - 5.5, 5,5

Woah, what a start! More slap bass, I certainly don’t mind as a bassist myself. Whether or not I think this guitar and bass is really suitable to this style, that’s more debatable. The anime-opening energy is quite strong with this one. That said, I think it’s a powerful and energetic track, and the vocals are relatively smooth as well.

Andrew: Honestly I feel the song has potential, but it doesn’t do it for me. I feel the backing track is too loud and frenetic, which unfortunately overpowers the already strong vocals. The muffle on the rap was a bit much as well. I loved the chorus as a whole though, and the overall composition hit hard and hit well.

Propose - 7.5, 8

Wow. The production at the beginning is so incredibly dark and smooth. The synth percussion in the verse is also very unique and sets a precedent for the rest of the song. The chorus is slightly disappointing compared to the verse and intro. Only slightly though, it still carries a certain amount of march-like power, almost like Blue Blood by IVE. The rap section is really cool and reminds me a lot of the one in Addicted by PIXY. I love her deep voice! Again, the rock vibe doesn’t really suit my taste so for that reason I’ll have to give it a 7.5, though that still means I really like this song! 

Andrew:  

My favorite song on the EP. It has a total anthem sound, with the switch between the first chorus and the rap hitting just right. The vocals are effortless and powerful, the rap is strong, and I love the instrumentals in the background. The message is clear: fight for true love.

To. You - 4, 4

Love the muffled vocals in the beginning. I’ve been hearing that a lot lately in these new releases. Not a fan of the semi-rock ballad aspect of this though. It’s unsurprising that the last song will be a ballad, but this one doesn’t really do it for me. Don’t get me wrong I don’t hate it or anything, it just feels somewhat cheesy and out of place.

Andrew: It is a little monotonous for me. While calming, and with very steady vocals and a lovely message, it sounds a bit held back from what it could be. Overall not too much to say, except that it’s nice to calm down from the previous songs, but a bit underwhelming.

Final Thoughts

This was a very interesting experience. I’ve never been that into Dreamcatcher because their rock sound just isn’t exactly for me, though I actually really enjoyed Propose. I certainly find it to be the most interesting song on the album. I would give this album an overall score of 5.5, and Andrew gave it a 6.5. The two of us had generally very similar thoughts about many of the songs, which surprised me but I also appreciate the external confirmation of my thoughts. I’m fairly neutral on basically every song besides Propose, but I didn't hate anything. Above all, I’m glad to get to know Dreamcatcher a bit better! Thanks for reading, let me know what you think!

- Maya and Andrew

#dreamcatcher #album review #kpop gg #kpop #korean pop #kpop girls

[veilink2]

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[cassanovancats]

felicitate. nine.

eight < current > ten

Dec. 24, 2017

You make yourself comfortable on the rooftop, debating if you should go ahead and text your brother. He would be almost as disappointed as you were; Satoru had taken to calling himself the captain of your ship with Yuta and Toge, even coming up with a nickname that incorporated shortened versions of all three names. You sigh, deciding it’s probably best to not text him. He’s likely already worried about leaving you in charge, no need to add a worry about something that isn’t deadly.

A sudden yell disrupts your thoughts and you jump into position, nocking an arrow and aiming towards the scream. You hitch your breath at the sight: Geto is striding into your school alone, leaving a trail of headless assistants behind him. One of the bodies is familiar and you recognize her as the assistant that gave you chocolate with a bright smile after a mission with unfortunate timing left you covered in curse blood and your own. She didn't flinch or offer pity - just a single chocolate kiss. Now she is covered in gore and blood, her previously pristine white shirt coated with her own brain matter.

You feel your resolve hardens. Geto is a curse-user, a human at his core, but he also is a monster. The arrow flies an accurate course but the man dodges, leaving it to embed itself into the wall instead of his torso. He turns to your rooftop, calling out, “Ah, (y/n)! And here I thought your brother would lock you in a tower.” Geto unleashes a grade-one curse that looks similar to a wolf and sends it after you. He is infuriatingly unbothered by your presence and continues his steady gait into the school grounds.

You start running across the rooftops, jumping over gaps and dodging the curse’s attempts to bite you. The rooftop tiles bite into your hands and knees. It faintly registers that a nail broke when you almost missed a jump, narrowly avoiding falling to the ground.

Satoru didn’t say how long to keep this secret, but you assume now is a good time to give Maki and Yuta a heads-up. You spot Maki stepping away from a classroom, so you run there, drawing the curse after you. On the roof next to where she stands, you plant your feet and turn, suddenly drawing your katana and slicing at the wolf. It draws back, avoiding your attack before lunging suddenly. Its claws sink into your leg. You cry out in pain, falling to your knees. When the curse lunges again, this time aiming for your throat, you fall on your back and thrust your blade into its stomach. You force the blade down its body with a grunt, disemboweling the creature. The teeth around your throat loosen, but the dead weight of the curse dropping on you prevents you from getting up immediately. Guts slide out and onto you and you suppress a gag. You feel a lot like Carrie on prom night.

When you finally stagger to your feet, you see Maki has engaged Geto in a fight that she’s obviously losing. You cry her name and rush to her side. She doesn’t get a chance to acknowledge you as Geto, in one fluid moment, breaks her weapon and sends her flying. She falls to the ground as a ragdoll, bleeding heavily from her side and head. You watch her body land, horrified, before you’re snapped back into the fight rudely.

Geto is now the closest to you he’s been since you were a child, frightened and unable to communicate with the people around you. He feels some long-forgotten sense of pity as he slides the blade of his knife further into your stomach. “W-wh-?” You look at the handle sticking out of your body curiously, blood starting to leak from the corner of your mouth. The pain hasn’t begun to register but your body understands that you are unable to fight. You faint, missing the entrance of Panda and Toge by a few precious seconds.

When Yuta comes out from the classroom, he isn’t sure what he’s expecting to find. He felt a few earthquakes and thought it best to find you and Maki to wait out any aftershocks together. Yuta was sure it was to be a little awkward after his rejection, but also wanted to be sure you were okay. He didn’t expect to find you covered in blood, the same cute gym clothing you were wearing that morning when he rejected you ruined. A quick glance around and he sees the rest of his classmates, his friends, in similar form. Inumaki is clinging to consciousness.

Geto, the one who grabbed Yuta months earlier, stands surrounded by the bodies, hardly winded. “I truly wanted you to live, Okkotsu, but this is for the future of jujutsu.” Yuta wonders how he can fight this man. How can he protect his friends, the only ones to give him a chance since Rika, when Geto already destroyed the strongest people he knew. He was so, so weak compared to each of them.

Inumaki desperately calls a slurred version of his name and says, “Run away.” The fact that the command does nothing, that Yuta feels nothing, breaks him from his spiral. He summons Rika in a rage.

“I am going to kill you!” He declares. Yuta doesn’t think he has ever felt such anger and despair, the feeling of watching Rika die now multiplied by four.

Geto simply says, “You are going to die.”

-

A sudden pull on your stomach wakes you harshly. “Shit!” Your eyes snap open, to see a sheepish Panda holding the knife that was previously in your stomach. You automatically go to apply pressure on the wound but your hands find Maki’s already there, dressing the wound. “What happened?”

“The fight’s over, but we need to find Yuta,” Maki explains. “He must have healed all of us, but you still had the blade in you. It needed to be removed before you get up. All of us are going to be fine, (y/n), you can rest now.” She helps you to your feet and you cringe looking at your ruined outfit. Maki catches your pout and smiles, glad some things never change.

Toge comes to your side to take Maki’s place as your crutch. You hug him tightly, unable to express in words how relieved you are. He hugs back, equally overwhelmed after seeing what seemed like your corpse. Toge helps you limp along as you all start tracking Yuta’s residuals. Panda clears his throat and asks, “When did this happen?”

“Only a few days ago. Don’t act like you didn’t see this coming,” you explain with an eye-roll.

“No, I totally did. Just curious who won the bet.”

“If we didn’t just fight for our lives, I would kill you.” You four continue to try to have a light conversation until you come upon Yuta’s unconscious body. Toge helps you sit on the ground and you move his head onto your lap, muttering about checking for a concussion. All of you needed medical attention but you were desperate to help any way you could now.

Yuta begins to blink his eyes open and sits up urgently. “Your wounds… Panda! Your arm!” He seems to be working himself into a frenzy. You place a comforting hand on his shoulder as Panda explains that everyone will be okay. Yuta urgently looks over you, trying to determine how much blood was yours, before he seems satisfied.

“Thank you for saving us,” You whisper. His eyes fill with tears and you wonder how scared he must have been. You maintain eye contact, hoping to communicate how much you admire him, before Rika’s jumbled voice makes the both of you jump. Yuta stands, leaving the circle your class formed around him.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Rika,” he says, approaching her.

“What’s wrong?” Maki asks, a little fearful at how resigned Yuta looks.

Yuta hums a little before answering, “In exchange for her power, I promised to go with her.”

“What?” You screech and the suddenness of the yell pains your wound. Your classmates join a chorus of disagreement. Panda and Inumaki both grab fistfuls of his shirt to prevent him from walking any closer to Rika. Instead of her usual retaliation for someone restraining Yuta, her form just falls away to reveal a young girl. Four of you are confused but Yuta just mumbles, “Rika?”

A clapping distracts from the drama. You turn as best you can with a hole in your stomach to see your brother without any eye wear approaching your group. “Congrats. You broke the curse,” he continues to clap and stands next to you.

“Who’re you?” Yuta and Maki ask, causing you to snort before you groan at the pain.

Your brother pouts before replying, “Everyone’s favorite good-looking Gojo-sensei. Do you not see the sibling resemblance?” He gestures between your face and his, before carefully putting you on his back. He doesn’t even flinch at the grime covering you transferring onto him as well, relieved to see you awake and alert. You rest your chin on his shoulder and listen to him explain.

“I thought Yuta was interesting, so I looked into his lineage. Apparently, you’re a descendant of Michizane Sugawara. So, super-distant, but we’re relatives!” You groan and hide your face in Satoru’s neck; the teasing to come will be unbearable.

Your classmates look dumbfounded at the information while Yuta just goes, “Who?”

“One of Japan’s big three vengeful spirits.”

“A big-shot sorcerer.”

“Tuna.”

“The annoying side of the family,” you add.

Your brother takes back control of the conversation. “Yuta, you’re right. Rika isn’t cursing you, you cursed her. When the curser severs the bond tying servant to master and the cursed doesn’t desire punishment, the curse is broken. Though it seems you figured that out by yourself.” He gestures at the little girl and Yuta.

“Oh my god,” Yuta collapses in tears. “It’s all my fault…. Hurting so many people, Geto coming after me, it’s all my - all my -” He begins to hyperventilate. Inumaki takes a step to comfort him, but before he can, Rika approaches and hugs his trembling form.

“Thank you, Yuta. For giving me time and letting me be by your side. I’ve been happier these past six years than I ever was alive. Good-bye, be well. And don’t come over too soon, ‘kay?” She gives a bright smile, toothy and pure as she dissolves into bright ashes. Yuta stares at where she stood, long after all the ashes disappeared and everyone else walked away.

“See you,” He says to himself, before getting up to follow his friends to Doctor Ieiri.

#felicitate #cass.writes #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #inumaki x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader #inumaki x reader x yuta #female!reader #jjk spoilers #jjk volume 0 spoilers #please dont take knives out #they help keep blood in normally after getting stabbed

[junicai]

Aria + Her Personalities with NCT Units

Aria + 127 = ‘Maknae on Top’ Aria

aria runs this unit

not literally, but definitely figuratively

the boys will do literally anything for her if she was to ask them 

lowkey its cute

it’s not like she abuses this power though

... not often

but it’s entertaining to see it happen once in a while

for the most part, aria is pretty well put together

this is in part, due to the fact that 127 was the first unit aria debuted with

and was therefore given a certain set of parameters to act within

but also partly due to the fact that aria just doesn’t like needing help 

the boys try to respect that as much as possible

while also maintaining some level of supervision over her because aria’s also the type of person to never ask for help, even when she does need it

it’s rare to see them coddle her though

especially on camera

yes they look out for her and take care of her to the best of their ability

but they leave her to her own devices the majority of the time and just observe from a distance

aria likes being independent she don’t need no man

however occasionally

on rare occasions

cannot stress the rare enough really

you’ll get to see the softer side of aria with 127

this aris is the one that goes looking for someone’s attention and affection

not that she needs to work hard to get it, there are eight (8) men here fully capable and willing to offer exactly that

normally this really only happens when she’s sleepy and/or sick

for example

in the BKLYN BOYS vlogs when they were all getting ready to go to sleep

aria just

popped herself in between mark and yuta on the bed

and snuggled into the warm covers on the bed knowing full well that yuta would cuddle her immediately after she stopped moving 

and then went to sleep

she slept through that entire segment actually 

just smooshed in between the two boys and curled into a little ball around yuta’s arm that she’d hugged to her chest and refused to let go of

jungwoo kept shushing the others when they got too loud

now a sick aria

is the poutiest baby you will ever find

she’s miserable and she wants someone to hold her

that is all

this is the sole occasion that she will not vehemently protest taeyong or doyoung’s coddling 

and johnny usually pops in every few hours or so to make sure she’s feeling alright

jaehyun stays away from her room for the most part

but he’s the person to secretly sneak in strawberry milk to her under the guise of a new blanket

tldr: aria is an independent woman who occasionally needs love and reassurance and affection from her older brothers.

Aria + Dream = ‘132 Hertz’ Aria

aria is here to heal your heart

happy and positive vibes only, you are not permitted to be sad around her

aria in dream is the equivalent to one of those uber-happy antidepressant 

but this is one that actually works

*poof* no more sad ~

as opposed to the cooler and more capable image she projects when she’s with 127

aria with dream is much softer around the edges

it’s not just the concepts that give that impression, although the stark contrast between the futuristic plastic skirts and the baby pink sweaters really makes for a bit of whiplash

the vibe is totally different with dream because they’re all so close in age

it’s less of a older brother/younger sister relationship

and more of a rag-tag group of best friends who just happen to make music together

 aria doesn’t have to focus as much on trying to maintain a certain image for the media 

because the other boys helped her shape a more fluid one

when aria’s with dream, you can tell that she’s comfortable, and that the boys are as close with her as they are with each other 

dream is her home, it’s an indisputable fact 

aria gives off intense girl next door vibes with them 

very smiley, very happy

she doesn’t get doted on when she’s with dream - she gets the same treatment as the rest of them, and that involves relentless and unforgiving teasing over events that happened years ago  

there’s a very set role that comes with being the maknae

and being a girl on top of that only put more restrictions on what she could and couldn’t do

with dream those restrictions were lessoned a great deal

the fact that she’s not the ‘baby’ of the group meant that she was given the space to really grow as a person and show off different sides of her character

she got to show that she was a reliable person as well as a cute one

someone who was dependable, and someone that the members came to when they needed emotional support

aria really likes taking care of other people, and she’s given the chance to with dream 

one can see it in the way that she watched chenle out of the corner of her eye after she had slid on a slippery part of the stage - and stuck out a hand to make sure that he didn’t make the same mistake

the way that she was the first to notice that renjun had slipped away from the microphone with damp eyes when dream had won their first award

she’s no parent to the boys 

and they’re no parent to her

but the dreamies look out for their own.

growing up together through teenage years is hard, and arguments are unavoidable 

but aria’s not the type of person to back down from a fight 

normally she tries to be the mediator

but if she gets dragged in, then all bets are off

renjun picked a fight with her once

it was over the smallest thing in the world, completely insignificant

but the entire group was running on less than sufficient sleep

renjun snapped, and turned his anger on aria

who in turn, started yelling back

it wasn’t malicious (anyone could tell that)

it was just two teenagers who were overworked and overtired and frustrated at the same thing that they couldn’t yell at

so they were yelling at each other instead

aria slept in the 127 dorms that night

but come morning, they had both apologized

if there is anything that aria hates more than fighting, it’s holding a grudge

tldr: aria’s someone with layers, someone who is funny and bubbly but is strong and sometimes stubborn, but ultimately wants to be there for her boys the way they are for her.

Aria + WayV = ‘The Neighbour’s Kid’ Aria

aria’s been adopted into wayv

that’s not up for debate

you can ask kun for the papers

but her personality so to speak really depends on who it is from the group that she’s interacting with

because she’s not a part of this sub-unit 

it means that the only people she has real interactions with are those that are also in her own sub-units

namely ten and lucas, but previously sicheng as well

with lucas and sicheng, aria’s a lot rougher around the edges 

the boys are like older brothers to her, so she’s used to a little rough-housing when it comes to them 

affectionate verbal abuse? 

lets go with that

whereas with ten

she’s coddled within an inch of her life

ten is the Only member who is allowed treat her like a baby

and the only reason is because he was so insistent, that aria just eventually gave up protesting it 

when aria’s with yangyang

she finds that she tends to act more her own age

with her position in the group and subsequently the industry as a whole

its easy to forget that she is still a newly turned 20 year old 

someone who’s meant to still be acting like a teenager sometimes

who’s still meant to be finding her alcohol tolerance in crappy bars 

who does stupid things but makes the best memories out of them

with yangyang, aria does a lot of those stupid things

and get in trouble for it afterwards

impulse control gone out the window 

she lets herself be a little more free and lets the reigns go lax for a while

sometimes its nice just to sit back and experience life for a bit 

when it comes to kunhang and dejun

they would be the members that she’s least close with

so although they’re not strangers, things are still kept a little bit more on the professional side

as most of their interactions happen while they’re ‘on duty’ so to speak 

the boys as a unit really go out of their way to make sure that she’s comfortable 

especially kun

he doesn’t baby her like ten does she’d never appreciate it

but he does care for her a great deal 

aria’s very honest around kun

she doesn’t like beating around the bush anyway

but with kun it’s like she can’t lie 

even if she wanted to 

tldr: aria’s like the neighbour’s kid. she’s in their house a lot and they’re not really sure why? but they’re happy she’s there and sad when she has to leave again.

Aria + SuperM = ‘Favourite Child’ Aria

maknae aria taking her final form

she’s evolving 

it’s 127 aria but on steriods

 because taemin called her cute in their first practice

and she ran with it

in awe at the fact that these men haven’t died yet

she’s so? cuddly? and just unlike any aria that nctzens are used to?

jungwoo taught her how to do aegyo 

and aria levelled up from a level 2 to a level 93 in a week

now with superm

aria gets babied and she gets babied hardcore

its pretty unavoidable when your oldest member has eight years on her

and calls her 183cm tall best friend ‘adorable’

so its no wonder she’s the baby of the team

she likes it though

more than she thought she would 

jongin has absolutely zero qualms with picking aria up at random points in time

and just giving her a piggyback 

aria spent 50% of mtopia walking, and the other 50% being carried by jongin

its like how a kid would fawn over a puppy

no matter what she does its, ‘아 귀여~’

seriously save her

at first the change in dynamic unsettled her quite a bit

she wasn’t used to literally having zero responsibility in a group 

but suddenly when it came to superm 

aria was having things taken care of for her - not because they thought she wasn’t capable of doing them herselves

but because they were taking care of her

aria had to grow into that mold so to speak 

it wasn’t something that was forced - the dynamic did develop naturally over time 

aria was stubborn in the fact that she wanted to prove that she deserved her spot on this team just like everyone else

she didn’t need to prove it to anyone besides herself, as baekhyun later explained to her

but slowly, aria became more comfortable with looking to the older members for help instead of struggling on her own

the first time aria really understood that the guys were really just looking out for her, was in their first few months of practice together

they were eating in one of the practice rooms together, sitting on the floor

when taemin leaned over to take the egg from on top of his rice to put on top of aria’s instead

 aria had looked up, surprised, and taemin had shrugged 

“you haven’t eaten yet today, right?” he offered by way of explanation

it was true, aria hadn’t eaten that day, but she hadn’t expected taemin to notice

she hadn’t expected anyone to notice actually, given that it was a dream schedule that she was coming from, and mark had graduated the year previous

aria had blinked twice, before smiling awkwardly, nodding a small thanks

tldr: aria is precious and deserves to be treated as such. 

#*aria.writings #the fact that i rewrote this three times #grr #nct dream 8th member #nct 24th member #nct 22nd member #nct additional member #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #superm #superm imagines #superm scenarios #superm reactions #nct imagines #nct reactions #nct scenarios #nct extra member #nct female oc #nct female member au #nct female member #kpop addition #kpop additions #kpop #kpop!oc #nct additions #nct addition

[little-p-eng-engineering]

Piping systems are critical to many processing plants or facilities, and because of that they need to be designed and fabricated with precision and care. The efficiency and operational flexibility of many plants and facilities depends greatly on the ability, flexibility and efficiency to transport fluid through the piping to equipment and machineries functioning collectively. A piping system, owing to its crucial role of fluid transport, requires a systematic approach by various engineering tools and methods prior to its construction and commissioning. Piping should be supported to prevent failure due to various loading conditions such as self-weight, operating pressure, temperature differences and dynamic loads.

This article discusses piping stress analysis for processing plants with a focus on practical notes and useful technical guidelines. Complex formulations or numerical aspect of analysis are not discussed in favor of practical guidelines.

Stresses in piping systems: primary and secondary

For most piping systems including nozzles and branch connections, two major types of stresses are encountered. These are classified as primary and secondary stresses. Primary stresses are generated by primary loadings such as pressure and weight. The secondary stresses are associated with cyclic conditions such as temperature changes or imposed displacements.

There have been two major criteria for primary stresses. The hoop stresses due to internal pressure should be safe and within specified limits considering the wall thickness of the piping components, including any reinforcement. The sum of the longitudinal stresses due to pressure, weight and other sustained loadings should be less than the specified limit. These limits are also function of operating temperature. Allowable stresses are reduced at high or low temperatures.

Considering secondary stresses, there have been specific sets of allowable stresses that are repetitive and cyclic. One set is the range of (secondary) stress in a piping system subjected to thermal movements. The temperature range for this condition is the total range from minimum to maximum or vice versa. The region of highest thermal stress is usually where the system absorbs most of the thermal movements. This can be the place with highest temperature difference.

Relatively high initial thermal stresses may decrease with time because of plastic strains. However, thermal stresses might reappear, probably in reversed direction, when the operation is shifted to another operating case with a different temperature. This phenomenon forms the basic difference between thermal stresses (secondary stress) and pressure or weight stresses (primary stress). Plastic strains can release the magnitude of thermal stresses by a change in the shape of the piping center-line or permanent deformations. This change in the shape has no practical effect on the sustained pressure or weight stresses. For this reason, sustained stresses are typically limited to the lowest allowable stress at maximum/minimum normal operating temperature.

The degree of the above-mentioned effect will depend on the magnitude of the initial thermal stresses and the temperature. For example, the initial hot stress will in general decrease with time, and the sum of the hot and cold stresses will stay about the same. This sum is called the displacement (or expansion) stress range and is, therefore, independent of the initial state of piping during erection.

As a rough indication, for materials below the creep range, the allowable stresses are somewhere between 60% to 66% of the yield stress. Therefore, a rough safety factor of 1.5 - 1.6 was considered before reaching the yield. Too often, this is the bending stress at which plastic flow starts.

Nozzle loads

Nozzles serve to connect an equipment or machinery with adjoining piping network. These are relatively weak points which could be under considerable loads from piping. Nozzles whether nozzles of fix equipment (such as vessels, heat exchangers, reactors, etc). or nozzles of machineries (pumps, compressors, etc) are one of the most sensitive and critical components of piping stress analysis. A set of allowable loads for each nozzle in the form of forces and moments is usually provided by the manufacturer. Actual forces and moments imposed by the adjacent piping system on the nozzles should be less than the allowable limits. This is an important consideration particularly for delicate machineries that usually can only tolerate very low nozzle loads. This imposed many limitations on the piping systems connected to such machineries.

How to support piping?

The answer to this question needs many considerations and studies. However, a few rules are noted to start the supporting. Firstly, an optimum value of piping span should be estimated considering the weight load, temperature and pressure. As the focus is on weight load, rest supports should be inserted at each length of span calculated to restrict the downward displacements and associated stresses to recommended values. At this stage, restricting displacements in lateral and axial directions should be limited to only necessary locations.

Guide supports and stop supports should subsequently be used to limit the piping displacements in the lateral and axial direction, respectively. Anchor support and a set of supports limiting lateral movement should be specifically placed somewhere near sensitive equipment (such as a delicate machinery) to limit loadings on nozzles of such an equipment or machinery.

An important case is where the piping is lifted from the support (resting support, guide, etc). In numerical terms, this might be seen as reaction forces of zero magnitude. In that case, either those supports should be removed if estimated allowable span and other considerations allow this or adjustments of nearby supports made to account for efficient load distribution. Alternatively, if a support is needed in the location with lift-off due to any reason, for instance, to control modal/dynamic movements, a gripping or clamping supported (such a clamp) may be in that place.

How to reduce stresses and reaction loads

High reaction force is a major issue in piping and equipment nozzles. There are different methods to deal with this problem. One possible approach to alleviate the high stresses or high nozzle loads would be to accommodate thermal movements by changing the routing of the piping system by using a few additional bends, “Z” loops, U-turns, expansion loops or others. If not possible or not successful, other expensive options such as expansion joints and hangers might be used. These devices use spring effects to reduce the stresses, reactions and nozzle loads. These options impose considerable initial and operating costs to the piping systems and the plant. They reduce overall reliability. They should be used as the last option when other simpler and cheaper options cannot be applied.

Typically, hangers accommodate expansion along a vertical line only. They have been used to accommodate the weight of piping spool on the nozzles of equipment or machinery where rigid supports cannot be used due to thermal movement considerations. Expansion joints are restricted by a very high price range and thus expansion loops or similar turn are always the best options. Expansion joints can accommodate for all the axial movements, but requires special fittings, and many provisions. They have been maintenance-intensive. They are delicate pieces of equipment and only used in special circumstances.

Battery limits and connected piping

Often to have a clear picture of stresses and loads of piping systems of a unit and proper optimization of the piping, all surrounding and connecting piping systems should be considered. This is a critical consideration. How far of connecting piping should be included is a matter of debate.

The analysis of the piping in a unit should include a portion of the connected and surrounding piping systems so that the true response of the piping system under consideration is captured. The best approach is to model the interaction between all different piping, equipment and facilities as far as possible. The amount of piping to include in the model will vary from case to case but in general it should include:

The piping up to at least three supports past a change in direction from the orientation of the battery limit of the unit under study. This is just an estimate, if required, a larger portion of the surrounding piping should be considered. For instance, sometimes, there are three guides or resting supports and there are configured in a way that axial movement can still be transferred to or from the unit.

The flexibility of supports. When the flexibility of a support is considered, a support load and associated stresses are reduced. Such as reduction might be negligible or significant depending on many factors such as the flexibility of the support compared to the flexibility of the piping and overall system.

The flexibility of the nozzle-shell intersection at any connection of equipment.

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[evolutionsvoid]

Chalice of Oblivion, Keeper of the Forgetful River, Lethe is one of five aquatic beasts that dwell within the rivers of the underworld. Lethe is master of the river that bears the same name, which is known as the river of forgetfulness. Due to her spending most of her time in the depths, many only see Lethe as the stony tower of crowns and cups that may emerge from the river. For newcomers in the underworld, this structure is often mistaken for a natural formation, mainly because she doesn't move all that fast or often. However, she is not restricted to the water, as she can slither into the shallows and even travel across dry land. When not fully submerged, a body of thickened, gooey water is formed. Much like a snail carrying a massive shell, this watery body allows her to crawl onto land and interact with the environment. Tentacles are formed to grab or bat away annoyances, and multiple "heads" are made to aid in navigation and observation. There has been an endless debate over which part is the "true" body of Lethe, as some believe it is the stony spire, while others say it is the slimy form beneath it. Since the gooey body is not seen when she is underwater, some believe this is proof that it is a temporary "appendage" of the main rocky body that is made in times of need. The counter argument is that since Lethe inhabits the waters she dwells in, this gooey body mixes with the surrounding water and is invisible to the mortal eye. Even though it cannot be seen, her consciousness still exists in that watery form. The true fools of this debate are the ones who suggest asking her for the answer, as they apparently are ignorant to what her entire deal is.   As master of the forgetful river, Lethe's power are tied to these infernal waters. The towering structure of her form sucks in vast quantities of water, keeping a portion of the fluid while ejecting the rest. The many "chalices" that emerge from her back carry this water, steeping it with her powers while preserving it for special occasions. Much like the river, Lethe has the ability to empty the minds of those who make contact with her slimy form or tainted fluid. Any water she touches will be given this property, with the potency depending on how long contact was made. To be affected by this forgetfulness, one simply needs to be exposed to this water, no matter the form of method. Physical contact affects the short-term memory of those who are exposed, with a simple splash able to make one forget what they were doing or what had happened minutes before. Any poor soul who is sucked into her body or submerged in this infected water will fall into a comatose state, as their body literally forgets what to do. This is not a permanent state, as one needs to remove the victim from the source and let them dry off for the effects to start waning. However, time of exposure determines how long before they wake, with minutes translating into days before they come to. Those who drink this water will have their long-term memory affected, as the tainted fluid deletes memories and knowledge. It is said that Lethe's water goes after the oldest memories first, moving closer to the present the more one drinks. If one is not careful, they can wipe out all memories of themselves and literally forget who they are. The older a person is, the more water they can ingest before this occurs. Due to Lethe's sluggish nature, many may think themselves safe from her power, but one should know that her abilities are infectious. Any body of water she dwells in will be contaminated with this forgetfulness, the effects growing stronger the longer she sits in it. When she wanders into the mortal realm or other places she shouldn't be, she can easily contaminate water sources for towns and villages, leading to plagues of memory loss and confusion. Thankfully, this contamination is not permanent, as the effects will slowly fade away once she gets out of the water. It is said that the way to tell if the water is infected or not is to watch the fish. If the fish swim in endless circles or float about mindlessly, then the water body is still steeped in her presence.   With her imposing size and mind-wiping abilities, Lethe is a rather intimidating beast to behold and newcomers to the underworld often fear her like the others. Once they learn more about her, they then realize she is the least of their worries. Her titles of forgetfulness and oblivion do not just apply to her powers and home, as she too suffers from memory loss and an empty mind. Lethe is a very slow and sluggish being, content to sit in the depths and do nothing much else. When she moves, it is at a snail's pace and often has no real goal. Turns out that her attention span is incredibly short, and she tends to forget what she is doing. The times when she wanders or leaves the river are usually caused by her deciding to go somewhere but then forgetting the destination. Knowing only that she wanted to be somewhere, but clueless to the place or reason, she will just keep moving and figure the thought will come back to her. It rarely ever does. Due to this slow and absent-minded behavior, Lethe is hardly a threat to the residents of the underworld. The only issues she may cause is when she is close to the surface and has to "sneeze." This act is her clearing out the system that pumps water through her body, be there an obstacle blocking something or a piece of debris causing irritation. To rid herself of this, she will fire a short powerful burst of water to clean things out, which is fine when she is fully submerged. If she is in a shallow part of the river, her towering back will jut from the surface. When she "sneezes," the pressurized water will spray out from her chalices and form a drizzling mist of forgetfulness. This cloud may drift through the underworld, affecting all who are exposed to it. This usually leads to a short outbreak of confusion throughout the underworld, where everyone forgets what they were doing or what was happening for the last ten minutes. Some idiots have suggested that the ruler of this realm talk to Lethe and get her to stop doing that. These dumb suggestions are ignored, as many have already tried to talk with her and have found conversation to be almost impossible. How can she follow such a rule if one cannot even finish a sentence before she nods off?   --------------------------------------- Here is a project I just finished recently that fits perfectly for the month of Kaijune: The Beasts of the Infernal Rivers! Turns out the Greek underworld has more than the river Styx, as there are five rivers in total! And since each river had its own name and characteristics, it felt perfect for a project, so I decided to make sea monsters/river monsters that embodied each! Also a heads up, when I first chose this project, I was going to have each river beast be female. Later I learned some of the rivers were masculine in name and had gods instead of goddesses attributed to it. However, I already committed to all of them being ladies, so I am just kind of ignoring that part. Oops!  

#lethe #underworld #monster #creature #sea monster #kaiju #kaijune #kaijune 2021 #art #drawing #sea sponge

[tinyboxxtink]

Build Me Up Buttercup *FINALE*

Note: I am a grown woman, I swear. But I don’t enjoy writing…”smut”. It just creeps me out tbh. I don’t know why, but that’s my line. BUT, I know that you all have probably waited for some sexy time, so I’m gonna do my best. But I’ll tell you right now if you’re looking for some seriously smutty smut, you’re gonna be disappointed. I do better with the floof. 

That being said, I hope you like the ending! Stay tuned for an epilogue, I just really wanted a nice and clean number of chapters. 

Thanks to @wanniiieeee and @chasingeverybreakingwave my biggest fans. <3

Also also I has to include this gif. Idk where it's from but it just fiits with how I felt writing it. So sue me. 😅

The Entire Saga:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5 

Part 6 

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Epilogue 

Rafael had come to your room already sans tie and jacket, so you didn’t have much to get off; but damn these suspenders! Normally you thought they were the cutest things, always matching his jacket and tie. But right now, they were standing in the way between you and sexy time. 

You tried your best to smoothly remove them from his shoulders, but then you didn’t know what to do with them. You fondled around his belt while he started kissing your neck, moaning pleasures into your hair. You were trying so hard to focus on getting his pants off but it was so damn hard with this sex god of a man trying to eat you alive. 

“Ay, carino…” Rafael pulled back from your neck to snap off the latches to his suspenders, tossing them to the floor.

“Thanks, those were worse than trying to get off a bra!” You giggled, Rafael’s eyes widened. 

“You’ve undone bras….?” A mischievous grin crawled across his face.

“I’m very versatile,” you gave him a wink, to which he responded with even more voracious nibbling and rubbing all over your body. He kissed a trail down your stomach, undoing your jeans. You moaned in pleasure, bucking against his mouth as he pulled them off.

“Commando, hmmm? My my you are full of surprises, detective,” He said with a devilish grin, rubbing around your opening, which was completely soaked by now. 

“mmmMmMmMmMmM….” You couldn’t form words, which for you was no easy feat. 

“Nothing to say? You’re usually so chatty…” He continued his teasing, the grin across his face growing every second. You still couldn’t speak, only whimper-- begging him to enter you. He ever so slowly pushed two fingers inside of you, feeling and massaging every bit of your walls as he did so.  You responded as he would hoped, rolling your body in sync with his motions, your whimpering growing louder.

“Raff-f-f-f-f-f-f……” You cried, begging him to be inside of you. 

“Yes, carino?” He smirked, quickening his insertions. “What do you need?” 

“Y-Y-You….” you bit your lip, your body started to shake violently. Jesus Christ you were going to come before he even put it in!

“Oh? You need me to do what…??” His voice was soft and playful, though right now all you could think was he was being totally diabolical. His two fingers kept their pace, and then slowly, ever so lightly, he ran his tongue over your slit. 

That was it, you couldn’t help yourself-- waves of climax rushed you, your body flooding Rafael’s mouth, to which he lapped up with pleasure.

“Mmm, carino you taste so good,” He smirked, licking his lips and moving back up towards you face. 

“Come the fuck on man, really? You made the touchdown in the first down!” You scrunched your face, trying to be mad he made you come so fast, but also totally exhilarated because….well because he made you come so fast.

“Oh please, like you can’t revv up for another one, detective? The game’s just started…” he grinned, pulling you into more kisses. You pulled back and paused for a second, he stopped what he was doing when he noticed the look on your face. 

“What? What did I do? Did I hurt you?” He looked around frantically, looking for any sign of harm. 

“No no no, not at all,” You grabbed his face to look you in the eyes.

“Then why do you look like you're about to cry, carino?” He looked at you with those soft green eyes, the eyes that you could get lost in for hours. 

“....No guy has ever let me….go, more than once,” You bit your lip and looked down in embarrassment. He immediately picked your chin right back up and looked at you with complete seriousness. 

“You, are going to ‘go’ as many times as you want tonight, Amor. I promise,” He stroked your hair, wiping stray tears from your face for the second time that day. 

But this time, they were happy tears. It was true, the jerks you usually slept with were all about themselves, as soon as they went they were done. If you had gone before, great. But if not, well nine times out of ten you were in the bathroom finishing yourself off. You’d certainly never had a man put you first, for anything. 

“Now, are you ready for me, because I don’t think I can last much longer without being inside your beautiful walls,” He undid his belt and pulled his member through his boxers. He really did want to do this, but there was no way in hell any part of his clothes were touching that floor. You noticed this and couldn’t help but laugh, nodding a vigorous YES. He smiled and kissed you again, passionately and hard, slipping inside you as he did so. 

If your moaning before hadn’t woken anyone up, it was happening now. Your legs bent and began wrapping around his neck, allowing him to enter you deeper. You lost all sense of time, place, sense, of being-- just pleasure filled your world. You were so uninhibited you didn’t realize your body was responding by wrapping your legs tighter and tighter around Rafael’s neck, trying desperately to get him as deep as you could. 

“....Uh….baby we might need a safe word,” you heard him choking, snapping you back to reality. You instantly released his head from your thighs, a horrified look now replaced your ecstasy face.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry Rafa! Are you ok?!” You sat up, but not enough to let him outside of you. 

“Oh I’m more than ok,” he growled, plunging back into you. But this time, he pushed you up against the headboard, so when your legs pulled a venus fly trap again they pulled his waist and not his neck. You took the moment to undo your own bra and tossed your lucky t-shirt to the floor. It had done its job, and then some. 

 Rafael resumed pumping in and out of you, massaging your breasts and gnawing at your neck as he did so. Your hands grabbed his back, your nails dragging down it slowly, but very hard. You heard Rafael wince in pain for a second, and you realized you were hurting him again.

“Oh shit I’m so--” You tried apologizing, but his hand clamped over your mouth.

“Don’t you ever apologize to me for enjoying yourself, carino. You hear me?” 

He looked at you very seriously, you bit the inside of your mouth to keep from crying again. You just nodded YES once again, and his face softened back into a smile, now kissing your mouth as he pumped faster. 

You felt yourself getting ready again, the pleasure inside you rising like a fireball. Your moans grew even louder, and you prayed to God the squad wouldn’t burst in the door because it literally sounded like you were being murdered. 

“Ah, ready to go together, mi vida?” He purred, massaging your nipple. Once again speechless, you nodded YES-- He quickened his pace, faster than ever before as you screamed like a banshee, letting go; the second time was even more mind blowing, if that was possible.  You heard him half laugh half moan with completion, as he pulled out quickly and ejected on the bed next to you. Exhausted, he fell back down on your stomach, his boner slowly draining. 

“What was so funny, counselor?”  You raised an eyebrow. 

“I was thinking that any member of the squad could burst in here at any second because you sounded like I was straight up murdering you,” he chuckled, then noticed you staring at him in shock. “What?”

“That’s legit what I was thinking,” you half laughed as well. 

“Great minds,” he smiled, standing up and grabbing a washcloth from the bathroom. He cleaned his groin off, then glanced at the now soaking wet comforter all around you. 

“Well, we sure contributed to the collection,” he chuckled, motioning towards the bed. Your eyes darted around, seeing all the spots from both of your fluids. All of a sudden, this was seriously skeevy. 

“Ewww…..”  You jumped up, grabbing your bra and t-shirt, then moved around to the foot of the bed, grabbing your jeans. You both just stood there for a moment, basking in each other’s afterglow. Finally you looked down at the floor, remembering how you got here.

“What was that?” His voice knocked you back to reality.

“What?” you acted oblivious. 

“That. That look. Where did you go?” he asked; you took a very long pause, debating whether or not to tell him. But if you were going to end up being together, you didn’t want any secrets between you.

“....I need to tell you something,” you bit your lip nervously.

“That sounds serious,”

“Well it kinda is. Maybe. Probably not. But…” you rambled, but he stopped you.

“Just--” he put his hands on your shoulders. 

“Tell me”

You took a deep breath, threw up a hail mary and looked at him with wary eyes.

“....I slashed my tire,” You squeaked. You expected him to yell, or lecture you, but he just laughed. 

“Are you serious?” he continued to laugh.

“Yes! I...we needed our ‘moment’,” you made a face; saying it aloud to someone else suddenly sounded so insane.

“Our moment….?” Rafael was clearly clueless.

“Long story,” You waved your hands dismissively, Rafael was so tired he let it go. He did chuckle again, kissing your forehead.

“That, is probably the craziest thing a girl-- no, anyone has ever done just to kiss me,” He smirked. 

“It was my room mate’s idea!” You exclaimed, not really knowing why that made it any better.

“Well I’m glad they came up with it, and I’m glad you’re nutty enough to listen,” He chuckled again, this time kissing your lips. The kiss lasted a few seconds before he pulled away slowly, raising his eyebrows.

“Don’t tell Liv,” He warned, and you couldn’t help but giggle. 

“I need a shower, care to join me?” You smirked, walking towards him and jiggling your tatas jokingly at him. 

“As tempting as that sounds...I should at least try to get a nap in. If you think I was grumpy this morning, imagine me on less sleep,” He shook his head, pecking your lips.

“And where exactly are you going to ‘nap’, counselor?” You raised an eyebrow. 

“I’m going to lay my jacket on the bed and sleep on it, and then burn it when we get back,” he chuckled, walking towards the door.

“I’ll see you in...5 hours?!” He groaned with a pained expression. 

“Hey, it’s okay…” You held your clothes in one hand and held onto the door with the other, kissing his lips softly as he stood in your doorway. 

“I promise, we’ll stop at a Starbucks the second we see one,” you grinned, his eyes lighting up. 

“Well alright then! I’ll see you then…” he kissed you once more before walking back to his own room. You shut the door and slid down to the floor still naked, ignoring all the diseases you were certainly subjecting yourself to. All you could think about was him, and all you could feel was happy. 

Now if it could only last once you hit that city line.

After your shower, you took every single towel in your room and laid them across the bed, pillows covering the ‘sex’ side. You put your t-shirt back on and crawled carefully into the sheets, almost not caring at this point because you were so exhausted; for many reasons.

Before you knew it, there was a banging at your door. 

“Yo Y/N!!! Rise and shine!!! It’s like 5 till 6, if we’re not at your car ASAP, Liv is gonna murder us all,” You heard Sonny yell through the door. 

“Thanks, Sonny. Be right there,” You yelled back, letting out a yawn. 

You would be cranky, having only gotten maybe 4 or 5 hours. But you were still flying high on Rafa’s sex.

You threw your clothes back on and ran outside towards your car where everyone else was already waiting. 

“Here she is,” Olivia looked at you, then Rafael, then back to you again. 

“....What?” You asked innocently. 

“You came from your own room,” She raised her eyebrows, causing both of you to look at each other.

“Well, duh. Where else would I have been, Sergeant?” You laughed nervously, shaking your head. 

Once again Olivia looked from you, to Rafael, to you again, and this time she smirked. 

“Nowhere...”  She replied just as the tow truck pulled up with a new tire. 

Everyone else looked about as rough as you felt, except Rafael who was beaming. 

“You’re mighty chipper for not having any coffee yet, counselor,” you smirked. 

“Oh, I drank something much more enticing earlier,” he winked, making you blush and hit him hard across the shoulder.

“NO,” you warned, trying your best to be serious but losing wildly as he stared back at you with a tongued smile.

“Alright, you should be good to go,” The mechanic pulled a receipt off his tablet printer and handed it to you.

“You might not wanna make any more enemies here darlin, it looks like someone slashed that tire,” He added as he got in his truck. Everyone turned to face you, you immediately jumped into the driver’s seat of your car.

“We don’t wanna get stuck in rush hour!” You laughed nervously, starting the car. Rafael shook his head with a laugh and got into the passenger’s side, the other four piled in the back once again.

“...You owe me babysitting money,” Rollins whispered into your ear with a smirk. She would be mad, if she wouldn’t have done the same thing to be alone with Sonny. 

The drive home was much less eventful than the day before, your only stop being the Starbucks run you promised Rafael. Sonny had made sure to pee twice, not wanting another lecture.

You felt your chest tighten as you approached a sign reading “WELCOME TO NEW YORK CITY”-- Why were you nervous? As if some magic force was going to strike the car as soon as you hit the city line if both of you weren’t in sync with your decision? Why wouldn’t you be? You had been just fine when you left.

And still, you found yourself taking a deep breath as you passed the sign. 

You were still holding it when you felt Rafael’s hand take yours.

“Still wanna do this?” He smiled, looking back at Liv before focusing on your eyes intently. Your breath slowly exited your chest, tears lining your eyes.

“Absolutely,” you grinned, squeezing his hand tightly. 

“Music?” You dropped his hand, going for your phone and opening Spotify. 

“You know it...Buttercup,” He winked, as you hit the song that started it all. 

So build me up buttercup but don’t break my heart…..<3

#rafael barba #rafael barba x you #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba imagine #law and order special victims unit #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfiction #build me up buttercup #chasingeverybreakingwave

[gothamsforgottenchildren]

The Forgotten Children Chapter 3

Zack

“Okay I get why you need to be here, but why did I have to come tonight?” Leigh Ann asks. She is tugging at the collar of her turtleneck like it is too tight or is uncomfortable. It’s a dark red sleeveless, turtleneck top, with built-in armor and has gold accents. It’s paired with a gladiator skirt, boots, and forearm guards. It’s a good thing we don’t have to worry about her getting cold.

I roll my eyes at the radiant girl. She’s been messing with her outfit since she put it on. That’s what she gets for wearing her new suit for the first time in the field.

“You’re here as backup so no one tries anything. Also, stop messing with that, you’re gonna stretch it out,” I say.

She groans, throwing her arm dramatically on the ground, “Do you honestly think anyone will show?”

I shrug, “It’s Gotham.”

She snorts, but nods. This causes her long brown hair to fall into her face. To anyone else, it would cause her features to be lost in a shadow, but for me, I can easily see the grin on her lips, and the fire in her dark brown eyes. Leigh Ann has always been easy to read if you can see her eyes. The light within them is currently dancing like flames in a bonfire, playful.

“Whatcha lookin at?” she asks me, pulling her hair up into a slick high ponytail.

“Just you,” I say. I know she won’t take it the wrong way. We’ve known each other too long for that to happen.

She shakes her head at me, “I love you but you’re a psychoanalyzing dork.”

She isn’t wrong, so I can’t really say anything. We sit in silence for a while, I’m just enjoying the warmth of her company. When I hear something from in the distance. It was footsteps, lots of them. “We’ve got company,” I warn her, standing up and moving into position.

I watch as she climbs off the roof of one of our warehouses by the sea pier in the Amusement Mile. She may not be as fluid as Kat, but she knows what she’s doing. By the time Penguin’s thugs show up, she’s waiting for them and I’m hidden in the shadows.

The Penguin not long ago was injured badly by the Red Hood, and ever since then, his gang has been wreaking havoc on everyone. They have no boss giving them orders, so they’ve turned into essentially a gang of anarchists. The main problem with that is they seem to think that we’re low enough on the totem pole to be a victim of their riots.

When they see Leigh Ann or as they know her, The Devil’s Flame, I see mixed reactions throughout the group. Some of them are scared, some notice that she’s by herself and gets excited, and some are angry. Ignatius Ogilvy steps to the front, he’s Penguin’s right hand within the gang.

He’s a white man with blonde hair. He’s dressed well for a guy who’s supposedly going to get his hands dirty. Honestly, I believe that he’s the boss who sits there and does nothing while his underlings do all the work. It’s going to get him killed one of these days.

I cock my head to focus my hearing on his heartbeat. It’s elevated. I can smell the fear rolling off of him. He’s nervous around Leigh Ann. Good, he should be.

She stands her ground. Her body is open and in a relaxed stance, but one she could quickly fight in. To be fair though, she doesn’t really have to move much to hurt people.

“This warehouse is under the protection of the Second Borns, you need to leave,” Leigh Ann says. She is looking Ignatius dead in the eye, waiting for his move.

I hear his heart rate spike as he debates what he is going to do. He lifts both hands in the air in the classic “I surrender” pose, but then he tilts his head, dropping his hands and shrugs. “It’s dangerous for a beautiful lady like yourself to be all alone in Gotham at night,” he says.

“I can handle myself just fine,” she says.

“We’ll see about that,” he says, before pointing a finger at her, yelling, “Get her!” Then I watch as all of his men storm at Leigh Ann or should I call her the Devil’s Flame because that’s who she truly is in moments like this. She is no longer the girl I know with kind eyes that have a dancing flame, she is now a roaring forest fire that only wants to burn everything in its path. Her entire body becomes alight. Her onyx-colored eyes are engulfed in flames along with the rest of her body. She is the human embodiment of destruction and she does it all with a smile on her face. I have to look away because looking at her is like staring at the sun, which is too much for my sensitive eyes. I hear the screams though. I’m sent here to protect her, as backup, but I’m rarely needed.

I make myself busy by watching the skyline. The entire area around me is illuminated by her power. It makes it harder for me to hide, but it also makes it harder for others. I notice movement in a window a ways away from us, in a building that should be abandoned. There’s a sniper in that room taking aim at Leigh Ann. Or at least trying to. It’s hard to aim at something so bright, I bet they didn’t think it was going to be here in charge of watching the docs. It’s normally just me. We’re currently trying to claim them for ourselves.

I take off anyway though. With one leap from the ground, I unfurl my wings, pushing them down to gain height from the ground. Now even though I am flying I still try to stick to the shadows the best I can. If they try to shoot at Leigh Ann, they will most likely miss or the bullet will melt because of the heat. If they shoot at me, I can be shot out of the air, which sucks.

Flying is one of my favorite things, even if I don’t like how sore it leaves me after. I love the feeling of the wind flowing through my hair. I purposefully keep my brown hair longer than I should because it makes the sensation so much better.

I get to the spot where I can quickly fly across and take the person out. I fly across to the window, left to where they are. I move so quietly that they don’t notice me. I open the window and slip in. The room is empty and dark. I can see a door on the right wall, joining the two rooms. Once I finish picking the lock, I open the door to see an older man’s back facing me. He is a white man in his late forties. He isn’t anyone important, no one I need to think twice about before crossing, or killing. I walk across the room, silent. When I finally get to the other side, where I stand right behind him. I clear my throat. I wish I can see his face, but his back is to me. Before he can even turn around, I’m grabbing his head in my hands and snapping his neck.

I let his body drop to the ground, grabbing his gun and unloading it. Then I step over his body and climb out the window he had shot out of.

I take off again, this time flying towards Leigh Ann. I can tell that she’s finished most of them off, or at least scared them off. Leigh Ann typically tries to maim instead of kill. I swoop down to one of the men trying to escape, grab his head, and twist it while flying up. Once I’m twenty feet in the air I drop his body on a woman trying to run away as well. I look up in Leigh Ann’s direction, her bright flames are starting to dim, as she’s powering down.

I land next to her, just as the last few disappear into the shadows that are Gotham City. She is grinning when she turns to me. She’s upset about something though, judging by the dampened light in her eyes. It looks like a fire out in the rain; fighting to stay alight against the force of the cold attacking it.

“What’s wrong?” I ask her. It isn’t right for someone as radiant as her to be so dim.

Her grin slips for a second, “It’s nothing important, I’ll talk to you about it when we’re somewhere secure. We need to leave because this fire show is likely to attract unwanted attention,” she whispers. She knows I can always hear her.

With that, we start our walk home. I feel the ache in my shoulders and back start. I should take a long hot bath when I get home. I must be walking weirdly because Leigh Ann wraps her arm under the coat concealing my wings, applying warm heat, soothing my sore muscles. I wrap my arm over her shoulder, and she leans her head against my side as we walk.

“Does that help at all?” she asks.

“Yes,” I say, trying not to shudder. Apparently, I don’t succeed, because she chuckles when I do. “We need to stop and let you change though, or at least throw on a coat. You’re too noticeable in that outfit,” I tell her.

“Okay Dad,” she says, pulling apart from me, and reaching into the garbage bin where we stored her clothes earlier and sliding on a pair of black pants, a red turtleneck, and a dark brown mini trench-coat.

We walk along in silence for a while, just trying to blend in. We have to make sure no one is following us back to our home. I decide that it was safe to start the descent home, when I hear a sound, my knees buckle and I fall, clutching my head. I vaguely catch Leigh Ann’s scared expression out of the corner of my eye before I blackout.

I wake up to warm hands and silence. I’m now in an alley with sound-canceling headphones on. My head is laying in Leigh Ann’s lap, her hands combing through my hair. I reach up towards the dial that controls how soundproof the headphones are, and turn them down slightly. I can still hear the noise, but it’s manageable now.

I look around, taking in my surroundings. There are brick walls on either side of me, Gotham’s starless night sky is overhead. It’s as dull and lifeless as always. There is too much pollution in Gotham to see stars. The weirdest part is the fire escapes. They are the kind installed in residential areas.

“In an alley. We’re just a couple blocks over from where we were,” Leigh Ann said.

I look at her in a panic. Why would she bring us to a random ally in Gotham if one of us is down?

“Don’t give me that look, we’re totally safe,” Leigh Ann said, rolling her eyes at my paranoia, “This area of Gotham is relatively safe. Plus, you’re super heavy.”

I pull myself out of her lap and lean against the brick wall, shuddering from the sudden lack of warmth. I lean my head back, looking up, trying to piece together what happened. I remember the sound. Knowing that the headphones are probably blocking out the noise, I turn the dial down. Then I hear it. It is a high-pitch ringing. It’s super familiar.

My eyes widen, “We have to go! The sound it’s someone’s emergency beacon.”

I watch Leigh Ann’s head whip towards me, causing her ponytail to hit her in the face. She ignores it. She whips her phone out of her pocket. I watch as she presses the first number on her emergency contact list. Riddle.

I know because my phone’s set up the same way. All our phones are programmed to have him listed as our first contact on our emergency contact list.

“Riddle? We have a problem,” Leigh Ann says into the phone, getting up to pace the ally.

I can’t hear his side of the conversation because of my headphones. I’d be willing to bet his response was a shortcut, “What?”.

“Someone’s emergency beacon has been activated,” says Leigh Ann. She stops pacing, tilting her head to the side, and furrowing her eyebrows in the way she does when she’s really trying to pay attention to what someone is saying. This is until her eyes widen, the flames in them sparking for a second. She pulls the phone from her face saying, “Of course you knew this already.” She then turns to me looking exasperated. “Who told you?” she asks, before exclaiming, “Robert!”

I roll my eyes at her. It’s not a hard puzzle to figure out. Robert very rarely leaves the house, and when he does, Riddle’s normally with him.

“Ask Riddle what he wants us to do,” I tell her.

I watch as she asks Riddle my question. She makes that face again, before pulling her phone away and quickly shoving it in her coat pocket. “He wants you to find whoever's triggered the alarm. Once you do make sure it’s safe to enter before you engage. He explicitly told me to tell you not to throw yourself in danger if it can be avoided.”

I stand up, nodding, “Am I taking you with me, or leaving you behind?”

“Behind for now. Once you get intel on the situation, your orders are to engage only if necessary and then call in using our phones to get more orders,” she says quickly. She is clearly upset but trying to stay focused. Unfortunately, I don’t have time to stop and console her, but I know that I don’t. I have to go.

Leigh Ann is caught up in her thoughts. She’s looking towards the mouth of the ally. I take off my jacket, wad it up, and chuck it at her. I listen to her shriek in surprise, before jumping up to take off into the air.

Before I even got to the building I could smell the blood. I know it’s Kat’s. His blood smells different than everyone else's because of his mutation.

“Shit Kat,” I whisper when I land on the neighboring building, “What did you do?”

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