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Do it yourself.
Brick stone cladding on an interior wall of a residence
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Another bricks in the wall
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With the arrival of the Fallout television series, some of my international players asked me to run a one-shot for them using the 2d20 Modiphius ruleset. This led to the creation of the infamous Briggs Brickston, Brahmin puncher extraordinaire, who, with a single line, forever changed how I view deathclaws:
GAMEMASTER: So your plan is to enter melee with a deathclaw, unarmed and unarmoured, and punch it?
"MISTER" BRIGGS BRICKSTON: Why not? It's just a big cow that's gotten uppity.
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Can be read as a continuation of this
.・゜-: ✧ :-
It's been a few weeks, really, since the day he met his biological father.
The oversized hoodie drowned him, a perfect haven while he waits near the entrance to arkham asylum.
The whole week rushed by after the event. His mom, wonderful, black belt, kickass mom had fretted over him the whole time, messaging his therapist not long after and getting an appointment.
His dad had been clingy, giving him bear hugs left and right, it felt nice. Jazz hadn't let him out of her sight for one moment, always searching, always studying.
Man, he loved his family.
"Are you going to visit him?" The gruff voice of Batman asks, and danny shrieks, jumping away as he looks at the vigilante with wide eyes.
"Oh Ancients—! Don't scare me like that!" Danny scolds, hand over his chest and breathing hard.
He can feel the amusement wafting off of Batman. Or something.
Huffing, the child leans against the brickstone pillar holding the gate again.
"No," he ends up answering. "I'm not here to visit... him."
Batman listens quietly, simply standing next to him. He doesn't pressure nor demand anything. If danny thinks more of it, he might get a headache.
"My sister is an intern in Arkham, we're gonna have dinner with Harley and Ivy today." A shrug, and the wind lovingly pushes him.
"Good." The man states, he hesitates a moment before he stretches his arm out towards danny, opening his hand and showcasing the items.
First is a lollipop, famous for being handed over to children after being saved by the bat himself. Second is a pin, in the shape of Batman's signature bat, it had a red button on the other side however.
"It's an emergency alert, in case anything like this happens again." Is quickly explained and Danny takes them, if not a bit tense.
He is unused to the trust the man shows him despite how short their time was spent together. Danny wonders if the bat already snooped around.
"Thanks—"
"Danny!"
His head snaps to the gate opening, brightening up as Jazz runs through and hugs him.
"Jazz!" He eagerly hugs back, thank looks up at her.
"You gotta meet Bat—" He trails off when they turn to the empty spot next to the pair, wind rustling leaves just as he finished. "man..."
Damn batman.
Danny huffs and tugs at Jazz's jacket. "Nevermind then, c'mon let's get a nice present before we visit harley."
Simply bringing her up seems to have Jazz excited. "I still can't believe we're having dinner with THE Dr. Harleen Quinzel!!!"
"And her wife."
"aND THE Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley!!!"
Her enthusiasm is rubbing off on him, he grins, hooking up his arm around hers, and they're skipping towards town, laughing like maniacs.
#dcxdp#dpxdc#dp x dc crossover#look batman is paranoid#danny “i went from two mentally ill villains to crazy scientists” fenton: im fine#batman: are u sure#he was legot concerned when he got the notif that danny was at arkham#its alr now tho#just his sister#look he gave danny a emergency alarm button thing cuz he holds harley as a dear friend#even if he and her will never be mother and son#the least he can do is give him a hand if he ever needs it#jazz will and would've broke jokers neck if arkham crew wasnt aware shes the sister of jokers kid and shes hella protective#THIS IS ALL PRE-ACCIDENT#Danny is TODDLER shaped#10-13 years#he still got few months before hell#if harley was aware he was back in gotham she would have killed the joker before he knew of his son#bruce alr knows everything abt danny#the moment danny hits 15 hes sending the internship to wayne enterprises in the astronomy wing
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2. Look what I have under the cloak
barry allen x Y/N
part 2 out of 8
word count: 1216
At the graduation, Barry begged you to be there. You'd finished a week earlier and got your useless diploma, and could now barricade one window with it. It was important for him for you to be there, because, well, you were his only friend. He also crushed into you, hard, like only Barry Allen can. With the thought, swirling in his head, and the reinforced feeling of admiration turning almost into obsession. But you didn't know about it.
The ceremony was prudent, quick and sweet. At least they have acknowledged his genius, that mr Barry Allen excells at all subjects he takes onto, and there were many. They saw his bright future as talented lawyer, and shook his hand, and forgot his name the next day. Barry looked funny, like a schoolboy, in a long black robe and a graduate's hat; he beamed with pleasure as he took off the stage and went back into the audience. You nudged his shoulder and nodded, and gave him a short hug.
It's been weird, pretending like he's not the Flash, when he was the Flash. Every time he skipped College to go someplace, he now didn't even invent any excuses, and you didn't even ask. He'd just return the next day, or a couple days later, a little beaten, a bruise here and there, and you'd casually talk about the news to tease him. You were glad he wasn't trying to distance himself from you. The Flash or not, you wouldn't have anybody else to talk to if he decided to stop being friends with you.
You went to lunch and the library as usual, chatted about physics and literature, and films, and food. All the while a huge yellow lightning sign hung between you like an elephant in the room. You didn't know why it pissed you so much, that he wouldn't confirm. You guessed there were reasons, but it was so, so painfully clear.
Now, as the ceremony was over, you two started to get going. Talking about the future, and the plans, and the doom that was awaiting you. The job market - oh, don't mention it, it's a nightmare. Should we go out for a pizza? Of course, I thought that was by default.
Suddenly, he grabbed your hand as you entered the inner yard. People were already making themselves scarce, all flowing straight out of the gates. Barry pulled you over, concealing you two behind a brickstone niche with a little fountain.
"Look what I have under my cloak", he said, quickly.
You pulled your hand away.
"Ew, Barry, fuck off!"
"No, it's not what you think. It's the other thing you were thinking".
You looked into his face, into his impatient dark eyes, talking to you. You stepped towards him with the feeling of anticlimax approaching, and he opened up his black ceremonial robe.
The dark-red costume with the huge bright yellow lighting on his chest, like a Christmas present.
You opened your mouth, a mixture of triumph and annoyance brewing in your mind.
"We been knew, friend. But that's still... very cool".
"I finally got the approval. Bruce-"
He slapped himself on the mouth so hard he moaned softly. You bit your lip not to roar with laughter.
"I mean Batman, he really didn't want me to share with anyone, I am so sorry".
"You're a really bad actor, Barry, and your mask doesn't hide very much".
"Yeah, I know. I know. But I am so relieved I can tell you now, I mean..."
"Do the Flash!" you urged.
"Hm?"
"Do the thing, when you're standing here, and the next second, you're standing there!"
He smiled happily at your childish impatience for wonder. He started to move. In the slow motion of moving matter, among the golden threads of atoms of the air, he watched your face, like a portrait, and how your hair, ruffled by his sudden jump, flew across it. He wondered why he hadn't done it earlier, because this way, he could stare at your beauty without seeming like a creep. Oh, he was a creep, was he? Fantasizing that one day, he'd be able to catch that expression on your face, that other people usually provide: the look of admiration, and astonishment, the smile of being on a rollercoaster for the first time.
He took off his robe and hung it on the bench, took off his hat, put in on the bench, then, put on the mask, ran around you to create a little vortex of whirlwind, and stopped.
Instead of delivering the smile, you fell, picked up by the gust of air.
"Oh yes!" you yelled, very loud, "that is so badass!"
He picked you up.
"I need to change back", he said, unable to stop grinning, like an idiot. A fraction of a second - and he was in his cloak again, looking at you and your open mouth.
"How could Batman forbid you to tell anybody? Is he your boss or something?"
"Umm... he, like, he's, like a leader. So, yeas, kinda... like a boss, but you know, I am my own boss, of course".
"Of course", you said, laughing.
"And he uh... so, he said... you know, it's generally forbidden for metapeople to disclose their identity, so..."
"I won't tell anyone, Barry, you know that".
"I know, but... well, we gotta live together".
Astonished silence fell on the yard, filling it with the sound of the little fountain.
"...why?" you asked, carefully.
He bit his lower lip.
"Well, so... so that I can monitor you, he said".
"He said?"
"Yes".
"Bruce? I mean Batman?"
He looked at you, suspicious whether you already figured out who Batman was.
"Sometimes he makes my life very difficult, and dictates his own rules, like a tyrant. When I'm supposed to skip college and everythig. But it's for the good, you know".
"No offense, Barry, I really like you, but I don't want to live with you. I just don't want to live with a dude, why would I".
He nodded energetically, almost hysterically,
"Yes, I get it, I ge-e-et it one hunch".
His felt his heart sink. Not that he expected you'd be so smitten with him by now, that you'd be thrilled to move in together. But he expected somewhat of a more ambiguous answer. Good news was, Bruce wouldn't change his mind no matter what. He told Barry all these stories, of dead wives and brothers, and even casual friends and neighbours. At the moment the little, tiny voice of consciousness told him he doesn't appreciate the seriousness of the situation when a civilian knows who he is. But you smelt so good, and you laughed so rad, and was always the softest, the bravest, the smartest person in his every day, and he wanted nothing more than spend every minute with you. Ideally, running into each other in the corridor in the morning, or stumbling in the bathroom, or meeting in the kitchen in the romantic light of an evening lamp.
You were still talking about how you didn't want to live with him; with such eagerness, such disdain towards the idea, that Barry started to think, you suspected something about him. He got a little hurt but let it slide for now.
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Story Idea dump #2.
BALLET AND MUSICIAN AU:
(Yes, I enjoy AUs)
The setting: Natasha and Clint used to be ballet dance partners, winning awards and tournaments around the world. Now they‘re settled in Brooklyn NYC and run a dance and music school together. Natasha teaches the ballet class, Clint teaches piano and other instruments. The people they teach are a mix of kids from difficult backgrounds and rich offsprings. They charge whatever the parents can afford to pay, some kids get taught for free, but the high class parents happily pay horrendous sums, because of the standards of class and the many titles Natasha and Clint won. Bruce also has a room at their building, teaching Yoga and Meditation to kids and adults. It‘s an older brickstone building in industrial style, high ceilings and big windows.
Plot: Planning on meeting with an organization to set up a bigger educational program in Brooklyn, Clint gets involved in a car wreck on the way to the meeting. I will not say too much about his injuries, but he get discharged from the hospital after several weeks barely able to walk alone, with damage to his ears and some metal in his body. Safe to say he doesn‘t take it well at all. He can‘t dance, he can‘t teach music anymore- it triggers a cocktail of anger, sadness, depression, and hopelessness. natasha and Bruce try their best to help him back on his feet, but as impatient as he is, he doesn‘t see much improvement. (Different from our hero Renner, who has the determination of a superhero). Enter Bucky Barnes, Natasha‘s highschool dance partner and long term friend, who just recovered from losing his arm in a military mission overseas. Equipped with a high end prosthetic arm made by Tony Stark (bear with me. Wakanda didn‘t seem like an option here), he agrees to helping out with the ballet classes. Clint is devastated to see himself ‚replaced‘ by Bucky. He‘s pissed. He is sad. Bucky, after having just gone through endless hours of therapy himself, sets him straight. He can either work on himself and claim his life back, or he can be angry and miserable and accept nothing will change. WinterHawk development while Bucky helps Clint recover through forcing him on his feet, exercise, and work through the trauma of the crash- that he remembers more of than he ever told anyone.
Can‘t tell you the end development, because I plan on writing this one day. Who would read it if you knew how it ends *evil cackle*
Oh, and there is art for this plot already. I did some, and a friend of mine who is amazingly talented did art of Nat and Clint dancing, and Clint playing Piano. So, cross your fingers that this might see the light of day.
Thanks for your attention…until #3 <3 >>—->
#hawkeye#winterhawk#ao3#marvel#AvengersAU#StoryIdeaDump#writerProblems#WishIHadMoreTimeForWriting#ClintBarton#AvengersBalletAU#BAMFClintBarton#GoodBroNatasha#GoodBroBucky#fanfiction
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Sonic Brickstone Pendant Necklace
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Material: AAA+Zircon, alloy, copper alloy, brass, stainless steel.
Pendant size: 9.8cm(3.85 inches) x 5.9cm(2.32 inches)
Chain length: 60cm (24inches)
Net weight: 86.4g (pendant+chain)
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Bedrooms & Brickstones
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the only succession ending i’ll accept is tom and roman running away together and living in a brickstone in albany with a dog
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Backyard
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. Just braindumping about the state of the world.
We want to buy a house. Just waiting for the notification if we get it. Are we... hopefully naive? Hopelessly naive? Just naive? Or just hopeful? I mean, we kind of have to, it's our job as parents, but... man. Just looking at the world makes my throat close sometimes. Sometimes, the existential dread hits me like a brickstone.
Like. There's a war going on in a neighbouring country. That's... close. There are more and more infomercials about "how to pack the most important documents and things so you can grab it in an instant" and "how to prep for a few weeks without access to food". And I'm waking up in the morning because someone was running on the street at the same time that the belltower struck. It was someone running for the bus, most likely, and the normal morning bells. And yet a stone dropped into my stomach.
Like. Fuck. What the hell are we doing. Buying a house. While Russia sabotages our energy supplies. While climate crisis. While rise of the nazis. It's stupid. And probably good to still hope.
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The time finally came for me to do two things: install the EA App (no issues at all), and age Daniel and Ronan up. To celebrate, they took a vacation with their son Avri to their recently purchased Twikki Island home, Brickstone Chateau. They got some sun, were given a voodoo doll, added soap to a fountain, and had a final evening dance on the beach. They’ll be back at least one more time.
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