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ravenveenova97 · 1 month

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Alola Romance

(do apologise for the spelling, as i have Dyslexia)

It was a pretty good day and I was up to mischief agen on Akala island, I was down an ally way doing my trade mark art on the wall “heheheheeh this looks sick man god my views are going to be mental after I'm done” I was doing some street art and I had my respirator on so I didn’t inhale any of the fumes from the spray paint, just then I ran out of red spray paint “shit fucking things empty I hope I got more” I rummage through my spray paint bag and end up finding a full can I chuckle and shake it and pop the lid and continued on what I was doing, after the red was done so was my art, I quickly singed the art with my alias name witch was red moon eclipse and after that I done a quick video “sup guys ow I have a treat for you all check out this bad ass peace iv just done” I moved the phone from my face and showed my art it was a midnight lycanrock under a luna eclipse and black aura around it and I flipped the phone round “i know this will send the pigs wild hahahahha but..” just then I heard sirens and officer Jenny running down the alley “hold it right there don’t move” I looked round and cut the video short and grabbed my shit and made a run for it “STOP RIGHT THERE” I just laugh as I run away, I get chased thither down the ally and end up at a dead end and I look up to a high wall and turn round “stop you cornered and no were to escape” I tighten my bag around my shoulders and pulled up my gloves and chuckled “I don’t think so pig” I run up the wall and push of one and then leap up and grab another and volt over it “HAHAHAHAHA SEE YA” I make a brake for it and I'm cornered agen but I power slide past two cops and get back up and continue to run, I've never been caught by the cops and it won't happen now, just then a cop car pulls up next to me and I monkey volt over it and stick the landing I look behind me to see the cops on hot presute “man they don’t give up do they” while running I had un unexpected blockage a lady walked around the corner with a pram but thanks to my reflexes I dove over the pram and safety rolled and landed and looked at the lady “sorry about that you have a good day mam” and I continue to book it.

While I was running I saw two of my team members and I slowed down to talk to them “sup knuckle heads what cha doing” they looked round and saw me and then saw the mass amount of cops behind me “hahahahah getting into trouble agen Crystal nicely done” I fist bumped them and walked past them “mind dealing with the pigs for me” both of the grunt chuckled and turned round and took out there poke balls ready for a fight “don't we always hahahah lets smash them” I chuckle and continue to run away, I take a sharp turn down another ally way and run up the wall and grab the buildings ladder and climb up to the roof and then continue to run on the roofs till I got to the port, one there I dashed into a nearby were house and climbed up the beams and sat up there to recover my stamina “dam I can't breathe in the stupid thing” I removed the respirator and put it into my bag and hid out there till everything cooled down “I SAW THEM RUN IN HERE” shit they tracked me down, I moved back and hid in the shadows and watched them look around.

They took their time but to no vail they couldn’t find me “dam they got away, that red moon eclipse is a slippery one” hehehehe sorry pigs nobody been able to catch me while I free run and parkour suck it, they leave and I sit back down and open my phone and look at the news feed and to be expected they were on top of it “as you can see here the red moon eclipse has struck agen leaving another piece of art for the Akala island to see will there rain ever come to an end” I just scoff at the news women “ha never in a million years so you might as well jog on mate” as I put my phone away the two grunts I saw erlea walk in “ dude you sure she still in here” I chuckle and covered my face with my mask and pulled up my hood then I get up from sitting down and walk along the beam and then jump down and safety role right in front of them and look back “see I told you I know Crystal so next time don’t talk smack” I chuckle and walk out as my fairy to Ula Ula island was about to leave I boded without paying of course and went back home to Po town.

I arrived and walked up the street to big old mansion and enter the doors and walk into the open hall everyone was chilling and i herd my name agen on the tv and I grabbed the attention of Guzma “back all ready short stack what happened did the pigs scare ya” I got annoyed and walked round in front of him and stamped my foot on the sofa he was on right between he's legs “you want to say that agen you drowned rat” everyone stopped and looked at us, I was glaring at Guzma and he just got up and towered over me “I'm sorry did the mouse just squeak just now” I grabbed him by he's chain and pulled him down to me “stop calling me small or I kick your fucking ass like I did last time fucking wana bee” at this point he grabbed me by the shirt and we literally butted head “keep talking like that pipsqueak I give you an ass whopping” thigs were getting proper heated and the grunts had to pull us off each other “AAAAAA YOU SO FUCKING ANOYING.......but it don’t matter your just a mutt chasing he's tail all bark and no bite” I shake off the grunts and walk off and Guzma was pissed off and most of the grunts were holding him back “KEEP TALKING BACK ALLY TRASH” that was it he pushed the wrong buttons I dropped my bag and I turned round and was about to charge him and attack but before I could I was grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled back “WILL YOU TWO DUM ASSES SHUT THE HELL UP” I look round and Plum was angry and she was staring daggers at Guzma he looked at her then turned away he never agues with her and before I could say anything Plum spun me around and grabbed my bag off the floor and dragged me upstairs to her room, “you two really need to stop butting heads its giving me a head ake” I just scoff and put my bag on her bed and remove my mask and hood and pulled out my hair “he started it calling me short, god he drives me up the fucking wall he's a cunt” Plum walks up to me and smacks the back of my head and I rub it better as she walks to the window and I followed her and we go and sit on the roof to smoke “look I get it he's a jerk but like you he's had it ruff” I just frown I don’t like him that’s final, I light my fag and take a drag and exhale “he acts like he's a big shot and hot stuff and says its ya boi, god cringe he's not even that hot” Plum looks at me as I'm picking off the paint on my gloves while the fag is in my mouth.

“sound to me you do find him attractive why else would you but heads with him” I spit out my fag and it lands next to me and cough “you tripping, I rather be eaten by a pack off rattata then fall for that dick” I pick up my fag and put it back into my mouth and continue to smoke and look into the setting sun sky and lean back and sigh “I’d rather be alone then be a prize to a sick in the head man there scums all of them and Guzma is no acceptation” Plum put out her fag and stands back up and climbs back into her window and I do the same and sit back on her bed and Plum chucks me a plush and I hold onto it “I get it men are scum but Guzma is not like that trust me and you have to get along with him as your now 3rd in command” I look up at her in shock and she gets off the bed and brings over a new uniform for me “what do you mean in 3rd in command” she flicks me on the head and leans in “deeeeer it means when Guzma and me are out you take charge of the goons got it” I rub my head and look down at my new uniform I had black cyber punk bottoms and a black skull hoodie with a built in skull face mask and a new chain that was gold.

Just then the door was knocked and Plum got up and opened it a little and peeked around it “what do you runts want” I hear hushed voices behind the door and Plum sighed “Crystal I be back in a bit I'm needed now get changed into your new gear” I nod and she leaves and closes the door I get up and start to remove my clothes and fold them up on her bed I'm in nothing but my underwear and looking at my gear on the bed just then the door opened agen “yo Plum you in here” I swing round and I met with Guzma’s eyes he's eyes widen and I'm stood there frozen “who the fuck are you” I snap out of it and get instantly angry and grab a pillow and throw it at he's face “DO YOU EVER FUCKING KNOCK YOU SICK MUTT GET THE FUCK OUT BEFOUR I BRAKE YOUR JAW” he realises it's me and he makes a quick exit and I just stand there scratching my head aggressively “what a jerk don’t he know how to knock” I was so angry but then I calm down and then realise I was standing there in my underwear and I start to go pail in the face “no he saw what I looked like.......he saw my hair and skin......AAAAAAAAA HE SAW ME IN MY UNDEREWEAR” I crouched to the floor blushing bright red and freeking out just then Plum walked in and saw I was crouched down “Yo Crystal can you explain why Guzma was red in the face talking to himself”

I swung round and I darted up and got into my new uniform to cover up and then I took a deep breath and told her what happened “Guzma walked in on you while getting changed.........HES SO DEAD HE SHOULD FUCKING KNOCK” I tuck my hair into my hood and pull up the mask and walk to the door “Plum I'm going down for a drink so give me a sec” I left the room and looked around and made my way down to the kitchen and got myself a glass of water just then I her footsteps coming up to me I quickly put the glass back down and covered back up and looked round to Guzma standing behind me “look pip squeak I didn’t mean to walk in on you that was messed up” I was took back and looked at him why is he averting he's gaze and red in the cheeks “wait is the mutt trying to say sorry” he frowned and scoffed at me “I don’t have to you know you wasn’t much to look at any way, barely a woman” what the fuck are you seriously calling me a girl I got angry and pulled on he's chain and pulled down my mask and our eyes were boring into each other “if you're going to say sorry do it Guzma” he's shocked as I actually used he's name and not calling him a mutt, he smiles in amusement and grabs my hand and removes it from he's chain “I guess I could say sorry as you used my name, just don’t let anyone else see that body of yours ok Crystal” I'm surprised as he actually used my name just then there was a lot of ruckus going on and glasses smashing “WERE THE HELL IS HE, HES A DEAD MAN” Guzma face drops and he stands up striate and starts to sweat profusely “I better bounce before she catches me” he quickly made a run for it and Plum saw him “GUZMA GET YOUR ASS HERE NOW YOUR SO DEAD” I couldn’t help but giggle well that’s what he gets for walking in on me, but at least I got an apology and he used my real name hehehehehe.

That day was eventful and I spent a bit of my day chilling with the grunts and playing poker witch I cheated at and it wasn’t regular poker it was strip poker so I had to much fun and the some of the grunts that went ageist me had to do the walk of shame with their bear asses shining in the light, never go up agents some one that has a high sleight of hand, just then Plum sat down and sighed “I'm guessing by that look you beat some sense into Guzma” she looked at me and picked up all the cards and shuffled them and placed them on the box “he had me running for a while sqwirly barsterd but I did give him a good pummelling for walking in on you” I giggle and hand out the cards and picked up my set and looked at them I didn’t have a good hand shit I have to rely on my cheeky talents I threw down two cards and reached to pick up two more but just then Plum grabs my hand and flipped it over and removed the cards up my sleaves “play fair no cheating” I pout under my mask and play fair with her.

The round was long and I was sweating buckets as Plum has some very harsh punishments for losing “you going to fold” I look at her and she had the calmest look on her face and I sigh well better take the punishment “yer I fold you win” Plum smiled at me and showed me her hand and I stood up in shock “what the fuck a royal flush, ok I smell bull shit you had to cheat to get that” she just shrugged and she looked at me “how does your hair and down there take dye” I look at her in shock to her saying down there and then move my hand into my hood and touch my hair “how much of it needs to be dyed” she thinks for a moment and then she gets side tracked by a lot of noise coming from the sofa “WILL YOU RUNTS KEEP IT DOWN” they turned round and panicked, Plum scoffed at them and then brought her attention back to me “i be nice just do the tips but down there the howl thing and it has to be Cyan blue and maybe do your fridge too” I sigh and get up from sitting down and stretch “fine I do that I head off now and get the dye anything you want while I'm out” she shakes her head and the noise of the grunts grew louder agen and she got pissed off “HAY I SAID KNOCK IT OFF” she got up and stormed up to them and wacked them at the back of the head.

I left the mansion and I walked into someone it felt like walking into a brick wall “geez watch were you're going short stack” I look up and I Guzma grinning at me and were back at it with the nick name I end up punching him in the gut and walk away annoyed but that soon turned into laughter well he deserved it, I leave the base and make my way to town and go into a store and look around for the colour hair die and then found it and I browsed the snack section I was fancying some sweet treats so I picked some of those up and went to the counter and pay for it, the lady behind it was scared as I was a member of team skull but after she scanned everything and put it into the bag she told me the price I took out the money and put it on the counter “keep the change” and I left the store and then walked back, on the way I heard chuckling coming from the old police building and I grinned and looked through the window “its rear to hear you lathing Nanu playing with your many Meowths are we” he looks up and sees me leaning on the outside window ledge “well hello trouble maker” I giggle and volt threw the open window and sit down on he's couch “sure just let yourself in I guess” I laugh he's so grouchy frail old man “come on you know this place is like my second home” I just laugh as he sighs and gets me a dink of beer and put it on the table and sits down from across from me “so what brought you here don’t tell me Guzma picking on you agen” I pick up the drink and put it on the edge of the table and slam hard down on it and pop the cap and remove my mask and drink it “you know that mutt always picks on me because I'm small but it's not just that he also walked in on me while I was getting changed” Nanu eyes widen and he gets angry “that jerk walked in on my beloved granddaughter ow I be having words with him” hahahahahah one thing with Nanu he's been more of a family member to me then my own parents, were not blood related in any way but he sees me as family and I trust him “hahahahah its ok Plum already gave him a good beating” just then one of Nanu Meowths jumped up onto my lap and made its self confutable and Nanu was sulking “I'm normally the one they take a shine too now they have with you”

I just giggle and then I spend a bit of time with Nanu before heading back, once home I go to my room and chuck the bag onto my bed now I had a very small room nothing big and fancy as Guzma and Plum but I make do, I jump onto my PC and decide to put some cyber music on and I turned it up and then take everything out of the bag and even the dye and start to dye the tips of my hair down there but only on the top bit and my fridge after I was done I let it sit and develop so I just scrolled threw my phone and see how many views my new video got and not surprising I hit 4k views on it and I looked threw my tags and some of my followers are standing Infront of my new art and taking selfies “ha at least some people appreciate art” I start to open the bags of snacks and begin to munch on them wile liking and responding to the tags, 30 mins passed and I got up and grabbed my towel and left my room and made my way to the bathroom but on the way I bump into Plum and she smiling “I have some good news for you” I look at her and tilt my head to the side and she pushes me down the hall and threw a door, I was shown a big empty room and I look around “Plum are you hinting this be my new room” she leaning up agents the door frame with her arms crossed and nods at me “well your 3rd command so you get a bigger room so starting tomorrow you can decorate it anyway you like” I smile well looks like I have to decide on how to decorate it but I do have a rough idea, I do kind of want to go Cyber Punk style so looks like I be doing a lot decorating then, after Plum walks me through what my duties be as a new boss I walk back towards the bathroom and open it and walk in and lock the door and get into the shower and wash my hair and get out all of the dye, after I'm done I get out and start to dry my hair, it's pretty late so all the grunt should all be in their rooms so should be safe to walk out in just a towel, I wrap the towel around me and pick up my clothes and walk back out and make my way back to the hall, on the way down I pass Guzma and I don’t batter an eye at him instead I walk past him but just at that point my towel brushed past he's hand and it got snagged on he's watch so as he walked passed and I wasn’t paying attention my towel came flying off me.

I feel it fall off and I try to grab it but it was too late I was exposed and I coved myself up and dropped to the floor, Guzma felt the wait of the towel on he's wrist and looked down and unhooked it and then he looked round and I'm sitting on the floor red in the face “GIVE IT BACK YOU MUTT” he just sears at me and then he herd shuffling from behind Plum’s door and I'm about to scream but he moves in and puts he's hand over my mouth to stop me “shut it pipsqueak I don’t fancy another beating from Plum” he listens out while looking behind him and then he sighs and gives me back my towel “look away” he sighs and turns he's head and I wrap myself back up but I didn’t know he's eyes gave me a side glance while I was preoccupied covering up I just hear him scoff in amusement and I look up at him and glear at him “first you walk in on me then you strip me bear how much of a pervert are you” he's just smirking at me wile crouched down with he's arms resting on he's legs “like I perve on you, come on I have standards I don’t look at little girls” god he's such a prick I stand up and get annoyed with him “stop calling me a girl I'm more women than you think I am” I was angry and fed up with him treating me like this so I stood tall and done a very bold move “if you don’t believe me look for yourself” I take back off the towel and throw it in he's face I stand there completely naked and Guzma eyes wonder around my body and that’s when he walks around me I'm red in the cheeks but also burning with anger I stood my ground he thinks this would intimidate me he's wrong, I then felt he's hand touch my skin as it slides from my side all the way past my hip and down a little to my leg and then he walks back in front of me “I guess you have something pipsqueak, you may have a hot body but your size of your chest makes you still look like a kid” I get even more annoyed like what more do you want I just striped bear in front of you, I walk up to him and snatch the towel that was around he's neck and covered myself back up “you know you’re a prick right, so if you can't appreciate what my body looks like that’s on you so fuck off” I turn round and walk off and get into my room and slam the door shut.

I can't believe him I try to prove I'm a woman and he still calls me a kid I'm fucking 18 I'm an adult now I'm no longer a kid, I end up throwing myself on the bed and roll over and scream into my pillow god he rubs me the wrong way how can Plum think I get along with him he's aggravating as hell I just pout and then turn my attention to my tv “might as well watch something wile I eat my snacks” that night I sat down and watched a few movies wile pigging out but after a while I end up crashing out in nothing but a towel well this day was stressful as fuck.

It was the next day and I could hear faint voices outside my door so I ended up waking up to it i groggily rub my eyes and then realise I'm still naked “shit I fell asleep with the towel on god dam it” I get out of bed and put on some underwear and my bra and go and pick up my uniform, I stop and look at it and instantly get mad “know what I prove to him I'm a woman, I'm altering this uniform” I throw it on the table and pull out my sewing mashean and scissors and alter it, what done was change the hoodie into a crop hoodie and brought the front all the way to the colour bone and added straps linking at the front to the back, next was the bottoms I turned them into shorts and made them a little bit more skin tight and done a garter look to it and then moved the straps to the back splitting them to the sides, once done I threw on a crop low rise black top and put on some cybernetics stockings and my knee high boots I looked in the mirror and smirked “I think it's time to stop hiding my skin and body I've had enoth”

I pull up my hood but I leave my hair sticking out and pull up my mask “lest hear him say im a kid now” I walked out of my room and make my way to the top of the stears and look out over the grand hall and sit on the banaster and pull out my phone and look as my replys to my fans, I was preoccupied doing my thing I didn’t hear Plum walk up to me “I see you ulterd your uniform can I ask why” I look round and put my phone away in my back pocket and got off the banister “to prove a point to Guzma that I'm not a little girl, I want him to see he was wrong about me and that he should tack back what he said” Plum laughed at me and pated me on the head “you're going through a lot of effort for a guy you say you despise, why dose he’s opinion matter so much” I look at her and sigh “I guess I'm done with people judging me I guess” Plum had a small smirk on her face “then show everyone who you really are stop hiding” she walks over and removes my hood and pulls down my mask “own it Crystal show everyone how bad ass you are and fucking deck those that judge”

I lagh at her and then take a deep breath “if I knew I be showing my face I would of done my makeup” I look at Plum holding out her hand “alow me to do that come on lets go back to my room” I follow her back into her room and I sit down on her bed as she pulles out all her makeup and she gets to work on me once she done I bearly reconise myself I actay had eyelashes and thay were super long “there was no need for fulce eyelashes you have natrual long eye lashes but I hope this fits you well” I smile I had red and black eyeshadow with black lips and she even done some makeup art on me I had cybernetics going across my left eye it looked so sick “dam Plum good job this looks sick” she happily smerks and puts everying away “im not done yet your hair could use a bit of styling how dose braid down one side and a full on fridge sound, I be moving a lot of hair to one side and layering it” I look in the mirror and then nod, Plum got out her hair scissors and I sat down so she could do her work, she moved most of my hair to one side and started to give me a parting and layerd it and when she was done she braided my hair into three sections on the other side and brought it from the side all the way to the back and tied it off “I say this is a master peace what do you think” I open my eyes and get up and walk to her mirror and wow I was stunned I looked like a complete bad ass.

I turn round to Plum and smile at her “thankyou you even keped it cyber style you’re the best” Plum scoffs happily and swings the scissors around her fingers “aint i just, lets go and show everyone the real you” I get pumped and I smerk and remember something “iv actaly got contacts that would look sick with this look I meet you out side my room” I left and I strutted down the hall way to my room once there I walked in and opend my draw and pulled out my contacts thay were mostly clear but had a white ring in them to make your eyes look like they had cyber were installed, I popped them in and looked at myself “yer that finishes the look now it's time to show Guzma what he's missing out on” I leave my room and Plum standing out side and she sees the contacts “that look dope i defo wouldn’t like to run into you down a dark aly lets show the rest of Team Skull there new 3rd boss” I fist bump her and we make our way to the top of the stairs and Plum stops me so im out of sight and she adresses everyone “SHUT THE FUCK UP RUNTS AND LISSON UP” Plum grabed everyones attention and they all started to croude by the bottem on the stairs with Guzma behind them “as you know we have a new boss member so you better lisson to her or I punch your lights out, Crystal come here”

I take a deep breath and walk out with confidence and stand next to Plum, all the grunts eyes widen and some of the guys jaws drop and Plum glears at them “CLOSE THOS MOUTHS RUNTS” they did and I smirked and leaned all my weight to one side and cross my arms looks like iv made a lasting impression on them “wile me and Guzma are out you follow Crystals rules got it” the grunts nod to what Plum said and she smirked “good now LETS PARTY BRING OUT THE BOOZES” Every one cheered and rand to the pantry to get out the alcohol “ok Crystal you have full charge of the music” I pull out my phone and put on one of my favourite playlists.

#pokemon fanfiction #pokemon #pokemon romance #pokemon alola #pokemon guzma #team skull #pokemon sun and moon

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xaracosmia · 8 months

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ꕥ — WELCOME TO EXO COSMIA, TIM DRAKE. 🌑

ꕥ — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: lyss age: 26 pronouns: he/him ooc contact: @phantomthieves other characters in xc: dimitri alexandre blaiddyd

ꕥ — IC INFORMATION;

name: Timothy “Tim” Drake age: 20 pronouns: he/him series: DC comics canon point: pre-Tim Drake: Robin app triggers: parental death, comas, general death, ermmm

personality:

Tim is — or was — an enthusiastic, humorous boy. It's not like he hasn't been able to keep these traits over the years, but they exist to a different degree. His enthusiasm becomes ambition, while his humor drys up, now favoring sarcasm. His intellect, however, is consistent — extremely good at reading others,

Tim is an investigative force that can rival even Batman. He uses this perception to empower others when in a team and to outsmart his enemies when solo, making himself a formidable ally and foe.

Despite his increasingly jaded outlook as Robin, as Tim Drake, he's good at charming others, whether that be new friends, love interests, or even the occasional bully that favors him over his nerdy crowd. He has a tendency to accidentally make allies out of "villains" due to them viewing him in the light of an endearing kid when he was younger, leading him to occasionally keep unfavorable company, even if only temporarily.

All-in-all, Tim Drake is as full of pros and cons as anyone else, but in his dedication to secrecy, it's not always easy for those unfamiliar to uncover them.

something your muse struggles with:

Trusting others, as well as letting others know him deeply. His surface level is miles deep.

your muse’s greatest strength:

Tim, unless betrayed, can be loyal to a fault, even to those he hardly knows, but feels he owes in the moment. Despite this being a "fault," it is also his most endearing trait.

history / background:

Born to the wealthy Drake family, Tim never actually felt like a part of it. Though his family entertained his presence in his early years, once he was old enough to take care of himself, his parents took off, traveling the world in the name of business and charity. One of the few activities he vividly remembers doing with them in his youth was attending a Haly's Circus performance. There, he got to see the Flying Graysons in action, though it was unfortunately their last performance due to a tragic accident.

Having been scarred by the event, years later, Tim began to look closely into the life of the surviving Grayson, Dick — perhaps too closely. Through his investigation, he discovered that Dick was once Robin, Boy Wonder, and subsequently deduced that Batman had to be Bruce Wayne. He approached both of them after he realized the second Robin, Jason Todd, was gone, and began to interject himself as the new Robin. After all, Batman needs a Robin.

After proving himself, he secured the job, and his life began to change. Significantly. His parents were kidnapped, resulting in his mother being killed and his father paralyzed (though he later recovered), and he went through many other trials and tribulations in his time as Robin, including, but not limited to, almost dying to a terrible sickness, an earthquake that wrecked Gotham entirely, losing his girlfriend, losing his father again, and having his secret identity revealed forcibly by someone he trusted deeply.

Even still, at the end of the day, he was Robin — a name he took, takes, seriously, to the point of detriment.

"Tim Drake. The third Robin, but the first to choose it for himself. Which seems to mean he can't be anything else. He's stuck letting that identity be his entire personality…"

powers / abilities:

He's a human dude

inherent abilities:

Lip reading, hacking, lock-picking, line-climbing, superhero necessary acrobatics, incredible fighting skills, and more.

items / weapons:

Superhero costume, equipped with various utilities, including fire resistant and bulletproof fabrics, night vision in his mask, a hundred thousand volt jolt enough for a five second shock built in, utility pods for tracking devices, radio scanners, poison antidotes, food concentrates, a three-minute air supply (rebreather), fingerprint powder, mini-telescope, smoke pellets, floatation pods, grappling tools, and more… but he'll get all the utility pod stuff later. Haha.

His collapsible Bō staff

The Redbird (car) and its motorbike alternative

starting ability: n/a starting item: superhero costume (excluding the utility pod accessories)

extra: im super new to dc stutf so go easy on me please… this is babys first comic book character and i chose a hard one stupidly…

I've read mostly everything, including:

Tim's first appearances and following Batman chapters featuring him

Arcs including Knightfall, Knightquest, Knightsend, Contagion, Legacy, Cataclysm, Aftershock, and a handful of No Man's Land

Young Justice

Most of Robin '93

Red Robin

Up to Teen Titans 35 and a few more

'Tec 934-981

YJ 2019

I'm not reading more TT and you can't make me I'm sorry... I'm also skipping all of n52.... most of my portrayal is based on pre-n52 and pre-rebirth so idk man...

discord id: 003robin457 passcode: your discord id scares the shit out of me

#xc application #mun: lyss #exo cosmia

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passerine-writes · 8 months

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Silent Sparks - Volt 56

Warnings: HEAVY TALK OF S/H AND SU*C*DE Word count: 3860

Notes: Italics - Tsukare signing Bold italics - Family member/friend signing 'Italics with apostrophes' - Thoughts

Masterlist

Volt 55 | Volt 57

Over the next few days, I got a little more sleep, but not a significant amount. We kept training our ultimate moves, and I finally got my costume back, trying out the new cables and enjoying being able to swing around. It felt similar to skateboarding in a sense, it was freeing and relaxing. On the screen of my glasses, I saw a giant rock falling towards All Might, and every hero will say this, but my body moved on its own. I sprinted towards him, sending out a cable to the wall to help pull me forward. My free arm wrapped around his torso and just as we moved, Midoriya kicked it out of the way, breaking it into hundreds of tiny rocks.

"Thank you, Young Tsukare. I see you've gotten an upgrade to your costume, very nice." I raised an eyebrow but quickly tried to mask my look of uneasiness.

"Yeah, thanks. Hey, 'Zuku! Since when do you fight with your legs?" My friend sent me a smile and jogged over, I met him half way, shocked with his new moves.

"I call it Shoot Style, I actually got the idea from a girl named Hatsume in the support course."

"She's a bit out there but she seems nice, I'm glad she gave you a good idea dude. And this doesn't mean you get to go breaking your legs now. Got it?" His eyes went wide under my stare and he quickly nodded.

"Got it! So have you picked out any names yet?"

"I'm thinking Shattering Waves for when I tear up the ground and Deafening Accuracy for my pin point break on the wall." He almost lit up like a christmas tree hearing the names I was considering.

"Those are perfect!" I laughed along with his excitement, freezing for a minute before relaxing as Yoru swung an arm over my shoulders.

"Pretty nice names, and nice saves to both of you. When'd you get your suit upgraded?" I fiddled with the gloves on my hands, tucking my arms closer to my stomach nervously.

"Woah, Onryo! Is that how you moved so fast? Can I see?" Midoriya happily asked.

"Dude, Midoriya, what was that? You swooped in and wasted that rock." I perked up at the sound of Denki and saw him standing beside Kirishima.

"I always thought you were more of a puncher." Kiri tagged in.

"And Onryo? Wicked save, were those cables that you shot out of your gloves?" I nodded and awkwardly rubbed the back of my neck, hoping to hide the blush on my face as just overworking myself.

"I am. Or, I was. It's these new soles. Hatsume suggested them and I really think they'll really up my game." I finally looked down and saw what he was talking about. "Plus, Iida's been showing me how to use my body better, so my fighting style has changed. I've only just figured out what direction to go in, I still have a lot of work to do. Nothing I'd call an ultimate move yet." I laughed as Midoriya still held his foot.

"Zuku, you can put your foot down already." He flushed and quickly dropped his foot, falling in the process. I laughed and walked over to help him up. "Great balance skills."

"Oh hush." He mumbled, his tiny bit of sass peaking out.

"I dunno. Based on that kick, I'd say you're further along then you think. So, you should be ready for this test." All Might commented and I stared at him in shock.

'Is he helping?'

I rubbed my temples as I processed what just happened.

"You guys made improvements to your costumes, too?" I heard my best friend ask the duo in front of us.

"Yeah! I see you've noticed we look pretty awesome." Denki said with two thumbs up and a wide grin.

"You two aren't the only ones here with a brand-new style. We've all been making changes here and there. Nows the time to upgrade, right?" I nodded along to Kirishima's words and gave him a fist bump.

"Just wait! My new special gear is gonna blow your mind. It's a serious power boost. Wanna see? C'mon. It's totally amazing!" I smiled at Denki's enthusiasm.

"That's enough, Class A." I turned at the sound of my Uncle Seki and waved to him. "Class B is scheduled to use this training room every afternoon." Denki started complaining about their poor timing and I placed a hand on his shoulder, watching as he perked back up a bit. "Eraser, get your kids out of our way." I rolled my eyes at my Uncle's theatrics.

"You're not trying to kick us out early when we have ten whole minutes left, are you?" I watched as Dad bickered back.

"Hey, did ya hear? The license exam has a fifty percent pass rate. That means your entire class might fail." Monoma announced and started cackling.

"Couldn't the same be said for you?" He stopped mid laugh and looked at me. "Shove off already Monoma, nobody wants to listen to your senile ramblings."

"Senile? Sorry ginger, but I think you have to flunk out to go back to the basics and learn what that word means." I rubbed my temples.

"No, I got it right, senile is most commonly in the elderly and uh, based on how you dress? I'd say you're pushing it a century or so. And you seem to be forgetting a lot, like how you were the only one in your class that had to take supplementary classes during camp." He buffered for a moment until I heard a very familiar voice behind me.

"Onryo. Behave." I glared at Monoma, listening to what he had to say next. "We won't be in the same location. Our classes applied to different spots." I raised an eyebrow cockily.

"There are two exam days. In June and in September. And the tests are held in three different places. We don't want students from the same place fighting. We split you up. Each school has at most one class at a single location." I watched as Monoma sighed and I bit back a laugh.

"How sad we won't be able to face each other directly." He announced full of his theatrics.

"How sad I won't get to watch you fail." He froze again.

"You don't have much room to talk, after all, you're fifty percent of the reason camp was cancelled early." In my glasses, I watched as some of my classmates heads snapped in our direction. My brother swung down and stood beside Midoriya, clearly waiting to see if he had to intervene.

"Excuse me?" I asked in a low tone, my blood boiling as I took a step closer.

"Don't act so perplexed. We all know the truth. If you and that angry blond weren't at the training camp, then none of it would have happened. We would already have our provisional licenses if it weren't for the two of you." He said as he took two steps closer.

"You don't know a damn thing you're talking about, you stuck up, pretentious twat." He raised an eyebrow and stepped even closer.

"Oh? I don't?" He gestured to my arms. "Just like how you couldn't even finish the job they started? What a fruitless attempt." And that's what it took for me to finally reach my breaking point. I reached up and grabbed his tie tight, watching the panic on his face as I yanked him down the small bit to my height. Hitoshi, Midoriya, Kirishima and Denki rushed forward, each of them ready to stop a fight but simply stood still when I didn't swing.

"You keep your fucking mouth, shut. Happy? You hit a damn nerve. So let me make this clear, you say one more thing out of line in front of me, I'll gladly take a suspension over it. Because you're gonna be the one on the ground crying, and I'm gonna be the one standing. All it takes to get half way there," I swept his legs out from under him and held him up by the collar of his shirt, "is that much effort. Run your fucking mouth again, I dare you." I spat out, fuming at what he had to say. He kept his mouth shut and I dropped him to the ground. I turned to Dad, signing to him that I was going to take a run around the school, needing to distract my mind, before taking out my hearing aids.

I hopped on the schools track and did a few laps. But even that didn't calm me down. I pulled my phone out of my duffel bag after an hour of jogging and saw plenty of messages.

Tsukababes Pokémon

From Scraggy: So that was amarillo?

From Espeon: Yeah.

From Rayquaza: Yep

From Venomoth: Do you think he's okay? I've never seen him that angry and he's not answering the group chat

From Pikachu: I'm worried too

From Boldore: That was crazy, I thought we were gonna have to hold him back

From Scraggy: I'm surprised your dad didn't get in between it

From Espeon: He was prepared to stop Onryo from throwing a punch, however he still allows us to fall down and get back up.

From Pikachu: I've never seen him that mad, I just hope he's okay

Class A Baddies

(Turtwig - Tsu, Typhlosion - Bakugou, Machamp - Shoji, Reshiram - Iida, Clefa - Uraraka, Toxitricity - Jirou, Bruxish - Aoyama, Shaymin - Koda, Machoke - Sato, Murkrow - Tokoyami, Mienfoo - Ojiro, Diancie - Hagakure, Jirachi - Yaomomo, Espeon - Shinsou, Boldore - Kirishima, Pikachu - Kaminari, Regice - Todoroki, Rayquaza - Midoriya, Venomoth - Mina, Scraggy - Sero, Whismur - Tsukare)

From Reshiram: Tsukare, are you alright?

From Clefa: I hope you're okay, Monoma had no right to say whatever he did

From Diancie: What even did he say to get Tsukare that mad?

From Venomoth: Yeah! Kiri, what'd he say?

From Mienfoo: Should we really be butting into Tsukare's private life like this?

From Turtwig: I agree with Ojiro. It doesn't feel right to ask personal questions like that, especially after he had a rough day

From Machoke: If Tsukare reacted like that, then he must've had a good reason

From Machamp: Monoma was outta line

From Rayquaza: Shoji?? You heard?

From Machamp: I was trying to listen to Aizawa, accidentally heard what Monoma and Tsukare were arguing about

From Typhlosion: The fuck did that shitty extra say?

From Espeon: None of your business.

From Typhlosion: I wasn't asking you, mind fuck

From Rayquaza: Kacchan, it's really not our place to say. It's up to Onryo if he wants the class knowing or not

From Typhlosion: Shut your trap, shitty nerd

From Turtwig: We shouldn't push into Onryo's personal life like this, it's up to him. Those who know, know. Those who don't should wait until Onryo feels comfortable enough to tell them.

From Regice: I'm curious as to what was said, but if he would like to keep it private we should respect that.

From Drowzee: Tomorrow before training we're talking to Nedzu. Vlad and I called for a meeting with him.

From Espeon: Are you okay?

From Boldore: You okay, bro? I know how hard that was, let me know if you need anything

From Scraggy: I don't know what was said but I'm sorry for whatever he said

From Rayquaza: Monoma had no right to say that, are you alright?

From Pikachu: Hey

From Pikachu: Are you okay?

From Pikachu: I'm sorry that douche wad said that

From Pikachu: He had no right to

I sighed and tucked my phone away, heading back to the locker rooms to take a quick shower and change into regular clothes. I put my hearing aids back in for the walk, knowing plenty of my classmates would bombard me with questions. On the path, I heard someone talking behind me. Not at me, but rather tauntingly.

"He's not scary, I should've given him a taste of his own medicine, show him how to really use his quirk. Maybe he'd have better control if he didn't lose his hearing." I tensed up but kept walking, my pace slower, waiting for him and whoever he was with to catch up.

"Monoma, just shut up already. You're being a dick. Tsukare's a nice guy, plus he's right in front of us, cut it out." Kendo chided.

"Please, don't you know? He can't hear us anyways. Oh and his brother? With a quirk like that, he should just drop out and become a villain." I turned around and stopped in my tracks, watching as Kendo smacked him on the back of the head and he stared at me shocked.

"Wow, look at that, the kid with barely any hearing heard every word of bullshit that just came out your mouth. Shocker, I have hearing aids. Talk about me all you want behind me back, but you leave my friends and my family out of it. At least when I say something, I'm confident enough to say it to your face." I said as I got closer to him, barely a foot of space between us. Kendo stepped back and raised her hands in mock surrender.

"You did this to yourself Monoma."

"Please, you don't scare me. I'm only speaking the truth. Why don't you run along and finish that failed attempt, hm? Or maybe you can get even more attention and have the League of Villains do that job right?" Suddenly he crumpled to the ground and I saw Kendo's large fist raised above him.

"I'm so sorry about him. Are you okay?" She asked sweetly but all I could feel was my throat closing.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Uh, thank you, for knocking him out. But I have to get back to my dorm." She nodded and I quickly turned and sped off.

'Do it.'

'You're worthless anyways.'

'Why am I still here?'

I took a deep, shaky breath and walked into the dorms. Immediately, most of them circled around me and started asking what happened and if I was alright and it felt like a dam inside me broke. My body felt like it was on autopilot as I walked towards the first person I could, not even caring that it was Bakugou. Sobs racked my body as I hugged him tightly, tears soaking into his shirt but I couldn't find it in myself to care anymore. Slowly, his arms stiffly settled on my upper back, which only made me cry harder. I couldn't stop the tears, no matter how hard I tried, they just wouldn't stop.

"Let's go to your dorm, ear bleed." Bakugou said after a few minutes and guided me to my dorm room. Without looking, I already knew my brother was following us, Midoriya and the others probably were too. "Mind fuck and this shitty nerd can come, the rest of you extras stay down here." He snapped at everyone before we went up the elevator and to my room. I curled up on my bed, tears still streaming down my face in what seemed to be a never ending waterfall. Midoriya sat at the foot of my bed, Hitoshi sat beside me rubbing my arm and Bakugou straddled the desk chair, arms resting on the top of it. "You gonna tell us what the hell happened?" I nervously started scratching at my wrist, Hitoshi lightly dragging my arm away and handing me a fidget cube.

"Is it because of what Monoma said earlier?" Hitoshi gently asked and I shook my head.

"What'd that dumbass even say?" Hitoshi looked to me and I nodded, furiously wiping my eyes.

"He started blaming you and Onryo for us having to leave camp, he told Monoma he had no idea what he was talking about, that asshole pushed his buttons and said that Onryo couldn't even go through and attempt to finish what they started." Bakugou's eyes narrowed into slits as he glared at the ground.

"Dont fucking listen to that asshole. He doesn't know a damn thing."

"Onryo? You said it wasn't because of earlier, did something else happen with him?" Midoriya asked me hesitantly and I slowly nodded.

I don't wanna talk about it.

"No. I'm not allowing that. If you don't want to tell them, that's fine, but you're at least telling me. Fuck the family rule right now, if it's bad enough that he got you to cry in front of everyone here, then I'm not taking 'I don't wanna talk about it.' So what did he say." I shrunk in on myself as Hitoshi scolded me. I already knew he wouldn't take it, but I was shocked to see him demand that I tell him.

He told me to finish the job.

"What?" Hitoshi asked as he let out a breath.

He started talking shit about me while him and Kendo were walking. Going on about how he could use my quirk better and shit. That I couldn't hear him anyways so what's the harm of voicing it when he's behind me. Then he started talking about you and saying you should drop out and become a villain, that's when I snapped and he ended up telling me that I should just go finish the job or I could go to the League of Villains to get more attention and make sure they actually do it right.

My brothers face fell, along with Midoriya's, Bakugou looked appalled. Hitoshi pulled me into a hug and held me, another wave of tears starting. After a minute, Bakugou and Midoriya left us alone.

"Can I have some time alone, please?" He nodded and gave me one final squeeze before leaving my room.

I sat there for twenty minutes, wishing that this feeling inside me would go away. That if I hoped hard enough, then I'd stop feeling like this. It didn't happen, I only continued to feel worse as I stewed in my thoughts. I got up and opened my desk drawer, in the far back right corner I grabbed something that I haven't used in years. The small bit of sharp metal that I found while moving, glinting in the light as I grasped it.

The bandages on my legs itched but I ignored it as I pulled my sweatpants on. Every step hurt, my thighs feeling like they were on fire, but I was finally able to feel something. Something other then depression and misery and dread towards my own existence. I felt ever so slightly more alive. My phone buzzed on my bed and I saw a text from an unknown number.

From Unknown: Hey it's Yoru

From Tropius: Hope you don't mind that I got your number from Eraser

From Tropius: Can you come meet me outside the dorm building?

To Tropius: Yeah, be down in a sec

I pocketed my phone and slid on my shoes, rushing outside despite all the lingering eyes watching in the common room.

Yoru sat on the bench patiently, standing up straight once I shut the door. I stood there awkwardly and watched as he pointed to the bench, both of us heading over and sitting in an awkward silence.

"You've changed a lot. You're not the same scared little kid at the foster center anymore." I nodded stiffly.

"Yeah, a lots changed. You've changed too." He looked at me and cocked an eyebrow.

"How have I changed?"

"You're more laidback. Care free. I have a feeling you either hang out with or work with Hawks a lot, at the very least, you look up to him. You act very similarly." He looked at me with wide eyes. "What?"

"I.. I always forgot how smart and perceptive you are. I see why Nedzu wants to get your IQ tested." I blushed out of embarrassment and shrugged. "Seriously, you don't give yourself enough credit."

"So what do you mean I've changed?" He smirked and leaned back.

"Well, when you were a kid, the second that blond haired kid opened his mouth, you would've hid behind the nearest person or tried to blend in with a crowd. Let alone you grabbing his collar like that. You fought back, and you swear like a sailor now." I huffed out a weak laugh and nodded. "You aren't afraid to use your quirk anymore, either. You stand up instead of standing down. I'm proud of you." I looked at him in disbelief. "I am. It makes me feel proud knowing you know how to handle yourself. I know you don't need my protection anymore but I'm still going to protect you." I nodded and swallowed the lump of emotions down my throat. "How'd you know I'm friends with Hawks?" I smirked and leaned back beside him.

"You act a lot like him. He's the one who flew me off the roof so I've met him. He's very laid back, down to earth but also exuberant. You see how he talks in interviews and during the hero rankings each year." He hummed and nodded.

"You got a point. Didn't realize how much he rubbed off on me." I softly laughed beside him. "Do you feel ready for the test?" I shrugged and tucked my arms against my stomach.

"I don't know. I'm somewhat confident in my abilities, and I know at least some of the class will have my back if I need help at all. But we're all at an unfair disadvantage, and I think Toshi and I are the only ones in the class who fully realize that right now."

"Disadvantage, how?" He asked in a slightly sarcastic tone.

"You already know, you lived through it. U.A. students are targeted first, everyone saw us in the sports festival. It's a battle strategy, pick off the weakest and strongest that you know about so they can't get you when you least expect it, then go for the unknown variables." He smirked, pride radiating from him. "What?"

"I'm glad you realize that. Do you got a game plan?" I shrugged, still not fully sure on what it is.

"I'll probably end up sticking with Toshi most of the time."

"Not that blonde haired kid?" I looked at him confused before letting out a breath.

"Denki and I are.. just friends. What about you? Do you have a significant other?" He blushed and I elbowed his bicep. "C'mon, spill."

"There's.. this girl. But she's interested in someone else." I gave him a half frown and patted his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Yoru. What's her name?" He shook his head and leaned back.

"Nah, I'll leave it a mystery for you." I sighed dramatically and looked at the stars. "So, a meeting with Nedzu tomorrow, huh?" I nodded slightly.

"Yeah, and Dad, Uncle Seki and that douche canoe." He snorted at my language.

"Douche canoe? C'mon that isn't even a thing." I shrugged and leaned back.

"Eh, if I can put the words together, I'll probably use it at some point."

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knowlessman · 1 year

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bnha ep 10-13 I think. oh yeah, the big boss guy, that's what was up. handface. professor facepalm.

(watching OP) author really said "I am going to make a character that is the most hateable little shit. I'm gonna make sure nothing about either him or his design is likeable. gonna put him in a fucking diaper." -- stg the most mid anime op I have ever seen this many times

League of Villains? not Every Villain Is Lemons?

greninja to the rescue! …did you really have to save him tho? -- see, not having to listen to mineta in english is like, idk, a third of the battle

they want to kill him because he is batman, yes

oh, he didn't even teleport them far, just to random parts of the dome 'XD

the name does stick : ]

stop giving this guy lines, why does he have lines now

'XD it cuts to three of the villains in the water while Deku's talking and you have two normal-ass-looking people and a fucking Cenobite

k thanks for sharing, worst character

oh stop being generous, froppy, you were always the only way anybody was gonna get off that boat and you know it

"episode 11: game over." well that's cheery. also I saw spy kids 3 recently, dang is that not a good movie but it isn't, like, not fun. they say "game over" so many fucking times tho, I did not remember that and was not prepared for it. fun guessing-game at the end tho where characters keep showing up to fight and only the ones that absolutely shouldn't be here get to have shots of them actually fighting. I wanna see danny trejo punch a giant robot goddammit. -- ahem. anyway. anime.

…so, todoroki. cool guy. how is a guy this cool in the same show as mineta, anyway?

'XD who is this silly goof? "audio girl used Aimed Kick! dumbass learned Volt Tackle!" -- jiro and kaminari. got it. also Quiet Metal Gear's quirk doesn't even benefit from her boobs being out, she literally just shat an entire rubber tarp out of her back, which was covered -- momo, right. also creators please just stop writing teenagers and then Doing This Shit, wtf

"when he overuses his quirk, his brain short-circuits" well that's a problem; he didn't look like he had much dumber to get

nooooo, not hat-n'-clogs D:

six-arm guy's secret ability: really good hugs

bakugo's learning to pretend he's got anything other than violence in his head when somebody calls him on it ("I'm gonna beat up that portal guy! not because he stood in front of me, but because if he's gone, the enemy can't escape"), and I guess that's character development?

he fuckin said the spy kids 3 thing. is that gonna be a thing here, too, have I been bamboozled

also yay for emergency exit makin his exit in an emergency, gotta love it

and now the other guy said it. maybe it's just this episode tho, they've said episode titles a few times

-- "'game over?' what are they planning?" to put sylvester stallone in a giant robot, by the sound of it

im sorry how long has this disaster dome had a bouncy castle in it

walk faster dude you're gonna go poof any second

"we got a Continue" maybe facepalm is just all arcade lingo and that's his deal. maybe his villain origin is that he tilted a pinball table too hard

gotta be at least one or two heroes here who do illusions, right? could be all might isn't even here.

walks right past Thirteen "sorry, Aizawa"

Kirishima. got it. the guy who reminds me of a certain danganronpa character whose name I also forget is Kirishima

o_o dang, this one-punch villain reject goes harder than I expected -- oh nvm lol he's just a freaky-looking namekian

"the joker is the good guy actually" -- "he's already figured me out?" elle woods what, like it's hard?

aye, the shonen way. all the chips, right now, they'll either come back later or they won't but that's a problem for a future that won't exist if the present isn't saved. -- I thought he was gonna blast mojo piccolo to bits, but instead he just blasted off again

…oh damn, I got confused and thought this was ep 13. welp. was figuring on finishing the season this sitting, so here goes

every time this opening starts and it shows deku in the school uniform I think I'm looking at yu yu hakusho or mob psycho or something, and I've never even watched those

jiro asking a libertarian with a hostage why he doesn't have a job, like that's a good idea

not missing the fact that we're seeing a villain stimming btw : / -- "these casuals are wrecking me, all might OP, plz nerf!"

"it might be the case that I can't move right now, you warthog-faced buffoon" (geddit, might)

holy shit it's mccrassidy overwatch how in fuckaroo did they get the rights to him

there's that spy kids 3 nonsense again

probably ain't much more dangerous than a villain who learns from his defeats and doesn't take it out on his underlings. wassit called, the Evil Mastermind List? that.

CAT PERSON. …the bell is a little much tho

deku: literally exists bakugo: "and I took that personally"

ayup. next season next time. maybe with less of a break between, but fucked if I ever know when I'm gonna do what. : |

#knowless watches bnha

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metalindex-hu · 1 year

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Winger – Desmond Childdal dolgoztak együtt

Winger – Desmond Childdal dolgoztak együtt - https://hardrock.hu/winger-desmond-childdal-dolgoztak-egyutt/ -

Az amerikai hard rock banda, a Winger hetedik nagylemezéhez ért, melynek nemes egyszerűséggel a ‘Seven’ címet adták. (Úgy látszik ez most trend, az Extreme is ‘Six’ néven hozza ki hatodik lemezét.) Ennek első kislemezdala a Proud Desperado, melyet a slágergyáros Desmond Childdal közösen írtak.

A Frontiers Musicnál jelenik meg nyár elején a Winger hetedik albuma, a ‘Seven’. „Nagyon örültem, hogy felkértek az új Winger CD dizájnjának megtervezésére. Azzal kezdtem, hogy simán csak befejeztem az eredeti logó modernizálását, és a végére a borító a Winger több korszakát is magába foglalta. Nézd csak meg alaposan a hátteret! A ‘Karma’ albumról levettem a logót, és úgy alakítottam át a grafikát, mintha szénből vagy fekete kőből faragták volna ki. Azt hiszem, ez egységesítette igazán az egészet. Ugyanolyan izgatottan várom az új albumot, a ‘Seven’-t, mint ti, lehetőségem volt meghallgatni hármat a dalok közül, és imádom!” – osztotta meg Christopher Carroll fotós-grafikus az új lemez borítóját a hó elején.

John Roth gitáros pedig egy interjúban arról beszélt, hogy „Kip [Winger] és Reb [Beach] a zenekar fő dalszerzői, ők alkotják a magot. De ezen az albumon egy dalt közösen írtam Kippel. A Wingernél általában a zenei ötlettel kezdődik minden. Sokan a dalszövegekből és dallamokból indulva írják meg a nótát, nálam is egy dallam vagy egy szöveg a magja vagy kiindulópontja. De a Winger esetében ez egy riff, egy zenei ötlet. Emlékszem, amikor először komponáltam együtt Kippel a ‘Better Days Coming’ néhány dalát, nem demóztuk fel azokat. Ahogy írtuk, azonnal fel is vettük az aktuális számokat. Én csak néztem rá, hogy »honnan tudod, hogy itt akarsz még egy ütemet«, erre ő: »én csak… hallom, hogy hova akarok eljutni a szöveggel«. Tehát minden a zenével kezdődik a Wingernél, de miközben íródnak a dalok és születnek a riffek, a dallamok már Kip fejében vannak.”

Az elsőként bemutatott Proud Desperadót azonban Kip Winger és Reb Beach Desmond Childdal közösen írta. A slágergyáros olyan rockbandák dalainak megírásában segédkezett, mint a Bon Jovi (You Give Love A Bad Name, Livin’ On A Prayer, Born To Be My Baby), Aerosmith (Dude [Looks Like A Lady], Crazy), KISS (I Was Made For Loving You, Hide Your Heart), Alice Cooper (Poison, House Of Fire), Ratt (Lovin’ You’s A Dirty Job), FM (Bad Luck, Burning My Heart Down), sőt még Steve Vaijal is írt közös dalt (In My Dreams With You). A csapat felállása annyiban változott a legutóbbi album óta, hogy visszatért az eredeti billentyűs-ritmusgitáros, Paul Taylor, így ha kell, élőben akár három gitárral is nyomhatják a dalokat.

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A ‘Seven’ dallistája:

01. Proud Desperado 02. Heaven’s Falling 03. Tears Of Blood 04. Resurrect Me 05. Voodoo Fire 06. Broken Glass 07. It’s Okay 08. Stick The Knife In And Twist 09. One Light To Burn 10. Do Or Die 11. Time Bomb 12. It All Comes Back Around

#Hírek

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badjust · 2 years

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Supermind puzzle refill

Who doesn’t love angry Mountains? Here’s the Mono Red list I am beginning with:īetween Stromkirk Noble, Bloodcrazed Neonate, and Stormblood Berserker, we’re gonna get some +1/+1 counters on our creatures. Oh, that and Koth of the Hammer ultimates. One of the more exciting interactions I am looking forward to is between Volt Charge and red creatures that get +1/+1 counters on them. This build does need a bit of work after some testing with it, but the general idea is there. Mentor of the Meek seems like he would do really well in such a deck. There is aÂ possibility that this deck would be better just as mono-white, using cards like Honor of the Pure as well. While I’m sure there is going to be a deck much more fitting for Snapcaster Mage in the format, he still fits nicely into Hero-Blade. Playing both a 2/1 creature and an instant on our opponent’s turn is pretty sweet. While this version seems to be more of a tap-out style with this many creatures, Snap provides us with some mid- to late-game advantage. Having cheap instants such as Dismember, Mental Misstep, Divine Offering, to name a few, gives this guy some insane utility and card advantage. I would play Snapcaster Mage if the only instant or sorcery card I played in the deck was Mana Leak. Tiago Chan’s Invitational card has raised a lot of eyebrows and caused deckbuilders to wonder how good the card is. If this guy gets big, I’m sure cards like Geth’s Verdict could end up in some of the black decks, but that’s why he isn’t the only creature the deck plays! Dismember I am sure will still be played in a number of decks, and the invisible dude dodges that (and every other spot removal in the format!). Get either sword on this guy turn 4 or 5 attacking, and you’re going to put some crazy pressure on your opponent. Our 1/1 hexproof, unblockable blue creature for two mana fills this role very nicely. Once cards like Sword of Feast and Famine were introduced to the deck, the Hawks became incredible sword wielders. Squadron Hawk’s primary role in the first Caw-Go decks was the ability to have a cheap, evasive threat to attack planeswalkers. One of the more exciting cards for this deck will be Invisible Stalker. But a majority of the cards from the “creature heavy” versions will remain in the format. Now, obviously several of the cards are rotating, including Squadron Hawk and Preordain. We’re going to start with a deck that some of you might be hoping will just die: Caw-Blade (or U/W Aggro-Control). While you’ve most likely never seen any of my decks Top 8 a Standard tournament, you might after you read this. I rather enjoy coming up with new deck ideas for the competitive scene. People want to know what to play once rotation comes around, especially with The 2011’s shortly after the Innistrad Release in October. Zombies and Vampires and Werewolvesâ€”Oh, my! We’re definitely not in Kansas anymore (or Zendikar, for that matter). So what does the future hold for us in Standard? A 17th century, European, Gothic/Horror themed set, oozing with flavor. Our beloved Lightning Bolts and Squadron Hawks will also take a bow, along with other Core Set favorites that didn’t make the cut this summer. Gigantic 15/15 Time Walking ridiculous fliers, lands that Lightning Bolt you, and recurring 4/3 hasters Â will now be memories of the format. Zendikar block saw two cards banned in Standard for the first time in years in Jace, the Mind Sculptor and Stoneforge Mystic. It’s that time of the year againâ€”the time where we say “good bye” to an entire year’s worth of cards in Standard and welcome the first set of a new block.

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Section 19. 4 chapters, ending with chapter 75

I am reposting these first eighty-two chapters (in 22 sections) plus the prologue and the preface.

These posts will be the updated versions from my DeviantArt account, and since Tumblr may not display all the text correctly (it destroys anything I had in italics or underlined) I would still recommend reading everything there, on DeviantArt. They will also include internal links that navigate between the chapters on DeviantArt and will take the reader off Tumblr if clicked.

This came about because I noticed search engines were finding random sections of my book and displaying them along with some other people’s blog posts.

Okay, so that’s why I installed those internal links in each one… so that if anyone gets to a random section by way of a search engine and would like to read the story from the beginning, they can.

Only then did I realize that it wasn’t getting it’s search results from DeviantArt, but from old Tumblr.

There’s another problem at work here besides unrefined searches…

There is a new species of virus on the internet that likes to eat ancient Tumblr posts and barf them back up infested with adware - spyware - malware etc. The virus goes by names like TumGIR, TumBIG, TumPIK, or Tum(anything else but ‘blr’). The caps were added by me for emphasis so that maybe you can double check in case you’re not looking at an actual Tumblr post right now but one of these so-called “mirror” sites.

If you’re looking at this text through one of the counterfeit Tumblrs that I mentioned, then no link you click (assuming it even copies it with my links intact) will take you out; it will redirect you and show you all of the spam ads it wants to. So read carefully what url is showing on your browser right now.

If it is one of the untrustworthy ones I would suggest closing your browser window and doing whatever else you normally would in order to reset settings.

As far as my science fiction novel entitled “If And Only If,” the safest way to find it is by going to my Instagram:

@michelle.de.vandahlcourte

From there you can click on the link in my bio. It will take you to the beginning of the story on DeviantArt… the safe one! No malware.

P.S. None of this is Tumblr’s fault! It’s the malware/adware/spyware developers who are stealing people’s tumblr posts.

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Section 19. 4 chapters, ending with chapter 75

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Swifty

No. The dude’s eyes revealed what he was observing. They darted, as he ran, from each of the window things, to the tar monster, to the Berettas on the ground and back to Swifty himself. He knew. “My God, what incredible valor!” Somewhat awestruck, Swifty now disarmed and not exactly sure what to do next, pondered: His transport shot down, the man himself wounded, staggering out of the burning frame-work... does he run for cover to try and get a fix on these things? No. Pick up a fallen comrade. Then with the mission subject spotted (me) run towards danger to complete the rescue operation he had been sent to do!

Yes, he knew. Or at a minimum, he knew they were part of the enemy force, though perhaps not realizing they had the firepower to knock down helicopters like they were mosquitoes.

Swifty’s own eyes darted to something else that was intriguing: on the side of the aircraft that he could see, unobstructed, there gleamed a rocket launcher. A multiple rocket launcher with maybe as many as nineteen tubes – still looking perfectly intact. The way the wreckage was positioned by sheer luck, aiming would barely be necessary.

With fifteen minutes to experiment, a volt-ohmmeter, tools, etc? Swifty might figure out how to make the thing fire it’s rockets. So, not very likely. It was an idea worth pursuing, for the same logical reasons as increasing the bullet power: if 9 mm pistol shots = annoying and 7.62 mm rifle rounds = more annoying, could a dozen or more rockets with exploding tips be annoying enough to make them leave? Maybe even kill them?

Germinaldo might know how to make it fire immediately, with no experimentation needed. That was what his name looked like. He was close enough now at this last split second that Swifty could kind of read the name tag on his uniform. What he had wanted to yell over the commotion was something like “the rockets! We have to get to them!” Swifty only got as far as “th-” when it happened.

His face went blank and pale all at once, as he felt the blood drain from it. His skin crawled in place all over him. It would not be possible to say anything to Germinaldo again, ever.

Germinaldo

“Sorry, new guy. I really can’t remember your name. My first time seeing you was at the armory this afternoon when _______ _______ _______ _______ (thoughts redacted) class ended. Now I’m pretty sure you’re dead,”

Germinaldo uncharacteristically thought to himself while running. He wasn’t feeling guilty over anything he’d done, but just about something he briefly – for a tiny fraction of a second – thought about doing.

“If the new guy’s dead, drop his corpse?” That was the rather sour thought that had popped into Germinaldo’s head as he analyzed and updated his strategy. “No!” In his gut he knew he couldn’t because it was just too damned disrespectful.

Yes, he was fairly certain that he was carrying a corpse now. Even if he was dead, though… and if he’d been one-hundred percent sure of it? It was that: the lack of respect that bothered him. So keep carrying him and forge on to Stirling then. Something about the way the rifle barrel got stuck, poking his helmet, made it look like his neck was normal and not necessarily broken. That, and the way the moisture in his eyes, visible through the smoke, reflected the fire light. He seemed badly injured but conscious. Just a couple of steps into the sprint to Stirling, he saw the way the new guy’s head was hanging.

But on a more practical note, he was not an MD. What if he had a muscle injury that was making him contort his neck like that? Germinaldo once worked as a civilian EMT after high school plus some community college hours when he was still a reservist and hadn’t gone active duty yet. So corpses, yes. He’d seen some even before combat. But without any visible blood loss, gunshot wounds, or being crushed by wreckage? Pronouncing him dead at the scene would require carefully checking his vitals. Obviously something he didn’t have time for.

Big G summed it up in his head fast as lightning: So you drop the guy, and let’s say medics get here later. He’s alive. He’s gonna pull through. They get him to Ben Taub or whatever’s closest. Weeks or months from now he’s made a full recovery and is cleared for duty again. And yeah, he remembers you. How do you look him in the eye and admit: yes, I’m the one who dropped you. On purpose. Because... I thought you were dead… annnnd I had to get on with the mission. Ya know? Then what? Buy him a few beers and say “no hard feelings?” C’mon! No way. I’m not gonna be that guy. I won’t do that.

It didn’t slow him down much – carrying the new guy. Whether dead or alive it only added about a second to his time for the short sprint. Putting him down and making sure his LBE wasn’t caught on anything the new guy was carrying would’ve consumed at least a large fraction of a second, so it really wouldn’t have saved any time. Meanwhile, Stirling!

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Swifty was allowed some input regarding his alias for these situations where there was a risk of potential public exposure. He had wanted to use the name “William Gibson” at first. Another agent with more seniority had already picked that one it turned out. So he tried Bruce Sterling. They told him no. It matched a prominent literary figure. He’d refrained from arguing at that point over how in the hell William Gibson had been allowed a decade earlier. Instead he combined it with John Shirley and changed the spelling by a letter and came up with John Stirling. As far as Germinaldo knew, that was his name.

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Although, it wouldn’t surprise or bother Germinaldo to find out it was an alias. He’d dealt with enough government types: need to know basis, national security concerns, etc. He knew what he needed to… the target of this rescue mission was that techie-guy right there, John Stirling. Who, it seemed, was actually doing an excellent job of hitting his targets. Not that it made much difference against these things though.

Germinaldo had spotted the lone figure from the air already. His muzzle flash was hard to miss. He wondered: did the guy load his own ammo? And was he running some kind of hot load through his weapons? Oh well, those conversations would wait for another time when things were calmer. He’d gotten just enough of a close-up view of Stirling from his vantage point with his new experimental “bionic eye” built-in-telescope doohickey that dropped down from his helmet visor. He was just about to announce mission goal acquired. Then one of the beams had hit.

His stance was pure crap. To be fair, the dude was firing two pistols at once. Well, he supposed maybe isosceles, Weaver, et al. can’t strictly be applied. There was a right way to do dual firing, for people who were damned good at shooting to begin with, and his stance could’ve definitely used some work. About what you might expect from a tech person with no combat.

Had the FLIR been “jammed” by these things? There’d been no time to talk to the crew. Their monitors were lit up like the Fourth of July every time those things powered up. But they were invisible from the ground, he noted, as he simultaneously had taken in the same scene from the open helicopter door. So that suggested infrared of course. Maybe Stirling didn’t realize, since the beams were invisible, just how dangerous these things were. Any one of them could’ve fried him like an insect under a magnifying glass in the sun.

Meanwhile he was pretty sure those were three-round bursts he was hearing. Berettas? He never knew of any US federal agent to be issued those. Well, he’d been allowed to go with his favorite HK from his youth merely because it “felt better in his hands” and the current CO wasn’t afraid of experimenting.

Nonetheless, by the time he had gotten free of the wreckage his mind was made up. Whether it had been in line with his mission or not, he was going to help that guy Stirling.

He knew body cameras were at least recording but maybe not transmitting, since something had jammed all the radio signals a minute before they came crashing down. But if he should live? He thought: And if he should get to see his own body cam’s point of view? “No way am I going down in history as the guy who ran away and sought cover while this brave CIVILIAN single-handedly took on three monsters with a pair of handguns!” He wondered again if Stirling knew, about the beams.

No, probably not, since they were invisible to human eyes and the things were firing at helicopters behind him and basically ignoring the small-arms fire. If he did know? Then that made him either the bravest man alive or the stupidest, or possibly both. Not the first time, he thought, that those traits went hand-in-hand amongst guys he’d been in combat with... admittedly, himself included.

“Yes. If I live to see the vid that my body camera captures on this night, it’s got to be this vid. Not running away from the dude who’s going out in a blaze of glory or whatever… But running towards a fellow American who is engaging the enemy. If I made it be the other vid, even if I live to a ripe old age, I’ll have already died those many deaths The Bard was talking about.” Germinaldo’s plan was set in stone even as he struggled with the ranger roll to try and get the new guy clear of burning wreckage.

Right about the time he got the fireman‘s carry just acceptable for the run and took his first two steps, something else made him cringe inside just a little: dropping the weapons. “Yeah, I get it, you’re empty. Lack of report a millisecond earlier establish this. But you never want to just drop them like that.” Germinaldo mulled as he ran. Even if you were sure you were out of ammo, there’s a chance later that you could get more, either enemy or friendly. Especially if it’s something as common as 9 x 19 mm. And damage to the pistols? Those things were well-made, but they weren’t hammers. Dropping onto the asphalt couldn’t have been good.

Once again, if – if – if. If they got out alive and ever sat down for beers, then he’d be sure and tell Stirling to store them in his waistband or belt, if you didn’t have holsters or – –

Germinaldo’s thought was interrupted. It wasn’t to be the last thought he would ever have in this life; the last thought on his feet, yes. Brain activity continued for several more seconds.

Something was wrong with his legs he could tell. That was putting it mildly. He’d seen heat waves like when driving in the desert, so it was likely one of those fucking beams again. But he couldn’t see his predicament. Unhook the sling and get his HK into a position to fire? Nope. Problems with commanding his arms to move stopped him from doing that too. Even just tossing the weapon in the last known general direction of Stirling, and hoping the dilettante and recently empty-handed shooter would see it, catch it, and be able to use it against the enemy…

No. He’d completely lost control of all muscles; paralyzed. It must be pretty damned bad. “Am I even breathing?” he wondered, looking up at the moon and the stars. Enough smoke had cleared, dust settled, and flames died down that he could see a bunch of them. In this dark part of the city the view was almost as good as that from the football field of his rural high school had been at 3 AM on the weekends throughout his “misspent youth.” Pretty much as could be expected with the moon’s disk more than half illuminated.

“How sweet of the Angel of Death to arrange this final view for me,” he mused. He’d have hated to die while staring up the new guy’s ass where he no doubt dropped the corpse when the IR laser beam finally cut him down. Or staring at dumpsters, burning debris, or other crap. This was relaxing. If he’d known it would come to this, perhaps he wouldn’t have let his last thoughts wander to muzzle flashes, pistol grips and shooting stances; if – if… Yes it was a relaxing view. But of course he couldn’t really let go yet. Stirling! By the way he was looking, the exact angle, plus recalling the layout, Germinaldo knew that he was eyeing up the external rocket launcher. And yes, valiant civilian, they can still be made to fire and the launch angle is fairly close to just what you’d need to send a volley of rockets into these shit-asses! He sincerely wished John Stirling the best of luck!

Then his thoughts were interrupted for the last time, as well as his view. Something had induced brain death a bit earlier than might’ve been expected. His viewpoint was now above his body, the new guy, Stirling, and all that remained of that clusterfuck on Sawyer Street. He was very glad now that he hadn’t dropped the corpse. If there was an NCO club in heaven and he ran into The New Guy there, he would now be known as the guy who tried to help carry him to safety. Germinaldo was thus satisfied that he had played true to the end and borne away his unstained White Plume.

And what was thinking these thoughts? He wondered. His soul? Certainly not his brain anymore. The creatures down there were moving things around with some kind of beams again. He was presently at a much higher altitude, it seemed, and people were just barely discernible. And now it looked like Angels were coming to help Stirling. He saw the other bright light on the street below as three of them converged on Stirling. Good, he thought. Angels! That guy’s gonna need all the help he can get. And with his very last thought in this universe, as he observed a light flash below that was as bright as the one above to which he was ascending, he felt genuinely glad that the monsters hadn’t destroyed John Stirling.

Swifty

A hemicorporectomy. That was a real thing. How Swifty knew that, he wasn’t sure. Done in extreme cases. A level one trauma center could conduct the surgery but what was closest? Anderson? No, he thought, they might just do cancer… There was another but the name escaped him.

Anyway, it was a procedure normally done in operating rooms. Could they save someone like Germinaldo, for whom the cut had already been made in combat? Swifty tried to tell himself that because it was a high intensity heat ray, burning through him, it might have cauterized major veins and arteries along the way. He was strictly a layman with no formal medical knowledge and only first aid & CPR training, so this was all a wild guess. At that temperature it might have instantly cauterized everything, and with his heart and lungs functioning – he couldn’t get close enough to Germinaldo to see if he was breathing because the aliens were directing some kind of new beams across his path – trying to manipulate the garbage cans or something – he could still have oxygenated blood getting to his brain.

The shock wave from the heat beam had physically thrown him and his wounded comrade back a distance of fifteen to twenty feet. “A couple of quick leaps,” he told himself.

There should still be brain activity he told himself. Think. Action! Do something you idiot. He noticed he’d been frozen for the last few seconds since seeing Germinaldo cut down in front of him. The phone!

To hell with the code now! This was visible on real-time satellite imagery. If any enemy wanted to observe what was happening they already were. Call the number. Tell them to get a fusion-pumped heteroexcimer laser here from Los Alamos or something. In the exawatt power range if it exists. Whatever, just bring more firepower. And there’s danger here so proceed with extreme caution.

Yeah, good things to say possibly, but Butthead’s iPhone confidently displayed “no signal.” It didn’t matter; 9 1 1 would still work.

It didn’t. Nothing. They were jamming radio frequencies then? Very likely. The magnitude of that thought further seized him: if they were jamming gigahertz radio transmissions, then they could very well be jamming everything. That meant that whatever home base had launched these helicopters might not even know anything had happened. Radio silence, yes. But they’d have no confirmation that every one of them had been shot down and that all of the team members were dead – or permanently incapacitated.

Right... back to Germinaldo… Life would be different. Maybe even awful. But it would be life. A wheelchair was certainty; a colostomy bag? More probably an ileostomy bag. One tiny ray of hope: The beam that had cut Germinaldo “in half” had sliced through him somewhat diagonally. It looked as if one of his kidneys might still exist and might have stayed with the upper half of him. So regular dialysis appointments for the rest of his new life might not be a necessity.

“Perhaps I have been going at this inappropriately,” Swifty now reanalyzed. He had never been required to think under this kind of pressure before. The low-intensity beam that had made him drop his weapons…

It didn’t have to be that weak. They could’ve annihilated him like a moth in a bug zapper – or more like a gnat! But they chose to keep him alive. Not Germinaldo. They had precise enough control of their weapons to make decisions like those.

They wanted Swifty specifically for something. IF he could somehow maneuver himself over to that multiple rocket launcher and start pummeling them with those, instead of making them leave or killing them, it might just make them decide “never mind, this guy is too much of a nuisance; we don’t need him that urgently. Just zap him.”

What if instead he maneuvered himself over the much shorter distance to Germinaldo and started performing CPR? Most of their firepower was directed against violence or things capable of inflicting extreme damage. One unarmed man trying to stabilize an injured man and make sure he still got oxygen to his brain while waiting for the medics to get the injured man to a trauma center? That was fairly non-threatening. Don’t even try to see if you can salvage what’s left of Germinaldo’s HK.

Just then, another potential ray of hope: he could’ve sworn he saw a tiny puff of mist or smoke exiting Germinaldo’s mouth. He is breathing, then!?

Just keep your hands in plain view and move steadily over to him to check his respiration. They won’t…

No!

Forget about whatever they will or want to do.

Nothing mattered now for Germinaldo.

God!

Damn!

Was this what it was like to be in combat?!

Death.

Fucking death.

Death started out as something Swifty only heard about. And old relative, an old friend of the family, or a friend of his mom’s from the nail salon. That was childhood death. Then it was someone he knew of and maybe cared about but didn’t know personally: John Lennon. There were others when GRID, which eventually became AIDS, started in the 80s. Like a lot of gay men from his generation, he could list the first, middle, and last names of everyone he ever knew who died of HIV/AIDS. He couldn’t do it without crying. Nevertheless, in three of their cases he had composed himself enough to speak at their funerals. Death had moved in closer by then.

Then mom. Then dad. Then death became something more commonplace… The older gentleman from the agency whom he had sometimes called Obi-Wan, or nicknamed “Bernie Casey” in his mind back in the early days before he officially became Swifty‘s supervisor. Several other older acquaintances and a few younger ones followed now that he was in his 50s.

Tonight death took the relationship to some next levels. The first chopper, completely destroyed in mid air, was visible in the distance. He knew of course that many deaths happened because of it. The second, closer one, made it to the ground in one piece but with an enormous crash that rattled his teeth. Much closer. And then this one, close enough that he could see men on fire inside. Each helicopter closer to him; this one dumping out bodies not too far away from him.

Finally Germinaldo and the friend he carried. Yeah, that guy got cut up by the beams as well. They were close enough that Swifty knew not to bother trying to resuscitate him – he was obviously far more badly torn up than Germinaldo. He’d seen “the whites in their eyes” as they say, and at least thought he knew one of their names because he could sort of make out the guy’s name tag patch.

But now this!? Really, death, you’ve made your fucking point I think. If Germinaldo had had brain activity before, he didn’t now. Brain death was certain because there was no brain anymore. Not with the way their new beams were rearranging matter.

Matter. It’s what we’re all made of. Sometimes we lose sight of it, conceptually. But on an atomic level, the majority of particles in a bunch of firewood aren’t too different than our bodies. Statistically of course, there are some important trace elements missing.

These new beams which all three of the aliens were projecting now? They weren’t quite laser beams, although visible with a pale blue light. They acted more like the “tractor beams” from Star Trek, Swifty noted.

At first he regarded them only as obstacles that prevented him from getting to the injured man. They seemed to be intent on picking up mounds of the slop from the gutter where Swifty had blown big holes in and out of a garbage can. It reminded him of the way kids might play with sand at the beach or in a sandbox. It seemed harmless enough that they were amusing themselves in this fashion, and it was a perfect opportunity to sidestep around them and get to Germinaldo.

Then their focus changed abruptly. All three beams had converged on Germinaldo and the more mutilated corpse of his friend. To use the term “dissection” would’ve been dignified. To say that they dissected the men implied some kind of order at least. A precision, almost like a surgical procedure; this was more like a food processor set to purée. They were literally ripping the corpses apart, shredding and pulverizing them!

The aliens had suddenly decided there was an urgent need to finish their kills?? Had they read his movements and sensed that he wanted to go and help the man who might possibly have lived? In that case, had he sealed Germinaldo’s fate? He told himself there was a chance the guy was dead already and a resuscitation attempt would have failed. Now he hoped Germinaldo had already been dead; maybe that mist was his soul, leaving his body? A fanciful thought. But the alternative was that he died like this!

Swifty‘s knees gave out at this point. His legs had gone rubbery and much as he didn’t want to, he fixed his gaze on what was happening to the corpses. He should be trying now to make it to that rocket launcher… Now more than ever. But all he could do was kneel and stare, fixated on the horror.

He couldn’t seem to command his legs to move. “There’s nothing physically wrong with you, dammit! Get up! That guy had the entire lower half of his body cut off; what the hell’s your excuse?” Trying to be tough with himself in his head, he screamed these thoughts internally because even his mouth wouldn’t work. It was open. He guessed that he was trying to yell, scream out, anything. But – like a nightmare – no sound would come out. Another thought, seemingly out of place from a dark corner of his mind arose and he ruminated that his recruiter at the university had done right to dodge him all those decades ago when he saw him in his Bronskii Beat T-shirt, albeit for the wrong reasons... but Swifty now knew that he would’ve made a miserable addition to any branch of the military.

His frozen stare only intensified and his condition worsened as the level of goriness got even worse. “Sandcastles! Oh Good God, No! They’re trying to make a sculpture!” Having reduced the two corpses to a puddle of blood-and-guts soup, they were now combining the remains with the garbage from the gutter and trying to make some thing rise up out of the puddle like the tar-monster-shadow-beast had been doing moments ago.

Only this time it looked more successful. One or both of the other two aliens had more artistic talent as sculptors evidently, and the thing looked uncannily like Germinaldo… a translucent bloody mess of a version of him anyway. “Holy shit,” he realized in his panicked state, “they’re doing what Mathilda May’s character in Lifeforce was trying to do using Patrick Stewart’s corpse.” Except that this one looked far more terrifying and it had more staying power. Swifty‘s reaction was beyond the shock of that English helicopter pilot in the film. At this point all he could do was tremble.

Forget about getting up on his feet. His hands wouldn’t stop shaking now. He looked away from the blood, guts, and garbage simulacrum to see his hands after hearing the phone drop – the one which he’d apparently forgotten he was holding. Instead of a Michael Corleone cigarette-lighter-moment he was having the antithesis. Enzo could have lit his own cigarette better than Swifty. He was sick of this paralyzed-by-fear bullshit already and resolved to make himself snap out of it.

Throw himself backwards? It seemed to make sense – like a standing broad jump in reverse – use his leg muscles to propel himself backwards so his whole body would be set in motion; then, no decision necessary. Because he would already be moving. He had ended up on a grassy patch as it was. His body would hit the ground and he’d roll. It might knock the wind out of him but it would break his eye contact with the awful thing that had him paralyzed/mesmerized. Then scamper up to his feet and run, anywhere. Find cover. Come up with another strategy.

Just when he thought it couldn’t get much worse... they tried to make the damned thing talk!

It was as if an entire flock of vultures or buzzards flew in and all screeched at once, accompanied by a thousand fingernails on chalkboards, all amplified. Before he could jump backwards and try to make his exit, those vibrating hands of his went instinctively up to cover his ears. It didn’t stop trying to “speak.”

At some point Swifty became aware that he was screaming.

Finally.

Candy

What happened?

Chirene!!!

I tried screaming her name as my first word. I couldn’t make the sound of her name with my voice.

It’s dark! It’s quiet?!

The sound that came out was like a kid yelling into a cardboard tube they were using as a homemade trumpet. My mouth was stuffed full of something. Well, not exactly full. I could sorta wag my tongue around.

I can’t move!!!

There was something in my rectum and in my vagina.

I struggled. I got nowhere. I repeated.

After a few seconds of this, I stopped. Not because I’m giving up yet. But just because struggling too hard seems to be causing me pain and maybe injury. I finally moved just right: not to rail against whatever is restraining me, but simply repositioning my legs to a slightly less uncomfortable pose.

No, I am not giving up. I just need more info about what the fuck is going on so I can maybe plan intelligently and come up with a strategy that doesn’t involve tearing a ligament, like it felt that I might be doing a moment ago.

There was a “payoff” for moving my legs in precisely the right way.

Light. A motion-sensing one I guess. Lots of visual information was being violently spit into my face now. And it wasn’t good. The vibrator… was light sensitive?

And Hentai. And a cage. Or is that hentai thing just the anime sub genre? Kinbaku. Or Shibari? Never my thing, or Chirene’s. It pays to have weird kinky friends I suppose. Enough to know that, whatever it’s called, fighting against it will do more harm. And still get me nowhere.

And the light revealed, along with a bunch of irrelevant crap outside beyond the bars of my cage, that there actually was a tube sticking out of my mouth. In the dark it felt like my pubescent visits to the orthodontist when they had some stuff I jokingly called a torture device holding my mouth open.

Yes, I can just make out the little plastic dome of a photovoltaic cell on the vibrator that’s been inserted in me vaginally and securely strapped in place around my thighs.

I’m not enough of an expert, of course, to say if whoever tied me this way is an expert. The one who worked at that head shop in college, who had scarifications on her face as well as piercings and tattoos… who’d also had horn nubs surgically implanted in her head. Couldn’t recall her real name at the moment, but you could ask for “Cenobite” and everyone would know just who you meant. Her. She could tell if this abductor was any good and likely grade him on the quality of his work.

And I’m gonna go out on a pretty safe limb here and say that it’s probably a male. Whoever tied me up like this. The vibrator he’s installed between my legs has a furry toy animal mounted on it that’s currently staring back at me with a cartoonish face – and it’s a beaver. Yeah, this was a guy. His idea of humor I take it?

The name for the thing that was making my mouth stay open like this, finally came to me. A ring gag. He’s using a ring gag on me.

I’m glad Chirene didn’t answer either way. If she had responded at all, that would mean she was here also; more than likely tied up like this too.

Yes. It’s good to at least have a chatting friendship with someone who’s into BDSM even you’re not…

That way when some douche-canoe-toxic-privileged-male decided to slip you a date-rape drug and you wake up with this kind of restraint you’ll at least know what’s going on.

Date rape drug? It had to be. Amnesia surrounding the event was a known side effect. It could explain how I got from that Movida place to here without any memories in between.

There are some problems though.

The memory gap lacks “fuzziness.” It’s like I just blinked while looking for sugar-free sweetener and then I was here, tied up in a quiet, dark room, in a cage. In a room that someone is using as a sculpture gallery, I see.

Moreover, I’m not at all groggy. No sort of hangover from the drug whatsoever? It’s not like I’m a recreational user of the shit and I could have built up a tolerance. Rohypnol was what they used on me for my rape in college.

At my PTSD group I always pitied the others who had been fully conscious and remembered everything and wondered if they even believed I belonged there. As it was, I had only secondhand information that I was raped at all. Passing out at a party and then waking up on a couch in a women’s restroom in another building on campus, feeling very sore, vaginally and anally.

I was so groggy trying to wake up, sit up, and orient myself. Another woman who’d tried to ask me what was wrong had already called the campus emergency number for me. I think it was the boneheaded cops and medical people trying to extract body fluid samples from me later that produced as much of my traumatic memories as the rape. Yes, and the awareness of what had happened, conceptually, after the fact. That awareness that I had been raped.

Okay so back to my lack of grogginess this time. My knowledge of that one drug and all other things rapists might use is a bit over five years old. Maybe five and a half. Could these assholes be experimenting with some new and improved evil shit? Who knows.

Wiggling back and forth, I’m able to see something swinging from behind me and underneath me. I’ve obviously been penetrated with a butt-plug. That would account for the different colored straps around my thighs and waist that didn’t go with the beaver vibrator. He didn’t want me to be able to expel it, undoubtably. But there’s something else weird.

A tail!

Holy fucking shit. This prick has stuck some kind of animal-tail butt-plug in me. It’s attached to about two to three feet of furry stuff. As if he’s trying to make it look like I have a horse tail?? What the fuck is this guy’s p – –

“Naughty naughty, no talking!” He’s waving a meaty finger at me in the that’s-a-no-no gesture you give to kids.

The big oaf scared me enough that I would’ve shot the butt-plug tail out if it hadn’t been strapped onto me so securely. He literally just popped in from outta nowhere. La Whatever-the-fuck-that-place was! He was staring at my ass while I tried to get us sweetener packets for our coffee!

I saw him talking business, I thought, with some woman – thinking they might be management at the restaurant and that they would wonder why I was rummaging through their supply cabinet – and hoping they would have the audacity to ask what I was doing… so could inform them: “your waiter’s job, apparently, since it’s too much for him!”

Instead I caught ass-staring-guy here, reflected in an empty chrome pitcher for coffee creamer. So, it’s him. How had he made his move, in front of a crowd of people?

More importantly, I need to talk with him, now, to plead. I’m married. They’ll be looking for me. Let me go. Dump me somewhere at a bus stop with a blindfold on and I’ll never be able to tell. You don’t want me. I’m almost thirty. I have stretch marks and cellulite. And some fat rolls. Whatever. I need to try to say anything to start negotiations going with him. Hell, I can even offer him money. That’s what we were there celebrating at La Generic-nightclub-bar-restaurant.

But naturally the only “speech” to come out of me, around the ring gag and the footlong plastic tube sticking out of my mouth… were idiotic sounds again, like that kid trying to toot into a pretend horn instrument of some sort.

Okay, I quit trying to talk because it’s futile as long as I’m like this.

For a moment it is silent, except for the hum of the vibrator he’s put on me. What is his point in doing this?! Does the bonehead actually think I will experience some sort of sexual excitement here?? He then breaks the silence, continuing his admonition:

“Let me show you why it’s a bad idea for you to ever try and make any noises with your mouth again in your life,” he says, holding up some wires where I can see.

One of them terminates in a metal-jawed clamp that looks like a very tiny version of the kind found on jumper cables.

It has a label on it, with something he’s written.

A single word.

Pussy.

Continue on to next section…

If And Only If

by Michelle Viviénne de Vandahlcourte

No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Everything from here👇 and below is not part of the story but a comment section from DeviantArt, which I use to talk about why I gave this and possibly other sections a ‘mature’ rating.

And on the Mature rating of sections 17 & 19 of my book…

On this one, I definitely was sure. And I should probably also include a Trigger Warning.

(If you already read section 17 read on; if not, this next part isn’t a major plot spoiler but it does refer to a previously-introduced minor character who we now learn might be a serial killer. If you’d rather not get too much info right now, then stop here until you’re done with # 17.)

And as I said: TRIGGER WARNING, specifically regarding sexual assault, possible rape, and eventually murder.

As serial killers go, this guy isn’t much more scary than the killers from that movie called Kiss The Girls with Morgan Freeman and Ashley Judd… except.. instead of being a police procedural, we hear this villain’s thoughts in a first-person-singular kind of way.

So why do this? Did I need a villain this extreme?

Well, yes. First of all my characters whom I created naturally are all just too nice. They tend to be cooperative and rational. Nice people to know in real life perhaps, but kind of boring for a sci-fi adventure novel as I quickly noticed. So I tried to create a villain. It kind of worked – what I came up with sort of a Female Gordon Gekko who isn’t afraid to use weapons against people who get in her way. Maybe interesting 🤔 but still not someone who people could truly despise.

So for this guy I did something a bit different. I started lurking with sock accounts on twitter, certain sub reddits, and a thing called 4chan. I created a composite based on real people whom I quite simply found to be the biggest thundering assholes in the world. He’s the ultimate in toxic male privilege douchebagginess. Someone truly deplorable.

But there was a point to this other than to merely have a “bad guy” to do battle with the “good guys.” When humans get ahold of alien technology that could potentially let them become emperor-gods or something… what will they do with it? Again, will they be rational and cooperative and use it to help humanity? Some might. But everyone knows damn well that we, people of the Earth have plenty of wrong-hands out there for this advanced technology to fall into. Can humans be trusted? That’s a theme I wanted to explore.

Anyway, bottom line: I marked some more sections as ‘mature’ because of this character. Once again no actual sex occurs in any scene that I’m posting yet… so I am choosing the ‘moderate’ option.

And I’ll paste my ending from last time if this helps:

If this really causes anyone trouble, they can see the original ancient tumblr here…

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…and will have all the same files (including these newly re- proofread ones from just last month). It would just require a lot more scrolling. But also please note, that as you navigate through the old tumblr files, they eventually will want you to sign in or sign up for a tumblr account if you don’t already have one. Then you’ll also be able to see all my original posts from October 2015 which are fraught with even more spelling and grammar errors😅

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