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uglyshirtsinc · 3 years

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AIGHT HERE WE GO BUCKLE UP!! Endermen hybrids Illumina, Purpled, and Ranboo! With a sprinkle of Technodad and Sonboo, a drizzle of Little Brother Purpled and Big Brother Punz, with a side of Illumina and Fruit friendship! Less go! This was meant to be a ramble but literally ended up a fic outline?? Could even be read as a fic if you wanted??? What the hell 6 am me???

Endermen hyrbid are valuable because since they're half human instead of making enderpearls they make eyes of ender, and they respawn like humans do so they're used to farm ender eyes.

Ranboo meets Illumina and Purpled after being kidnapped and separated from his dad at the wee age of eleven meets sixteen year old Illumina and eleven year old Purpled.

He's tossed into a cell with the two of them, Illumina being there to calm the younger two down after being used for the farm. Whenever Illumina is brought back to the cell, he cares for the boys and dotes on them, acting much more worried and clingy that normal. They let him take care of them, knowing that keeping them safe calms him.

They talk about their lives before being taken, Illumina talks about the adventures he and his friend Fruit would go on. The dangerous things they did. He promises the boys to one day show them cool tricks, using the excuse of "the cell is too tiny and someone would get hurt" as to why he can't show them off there, not wanting to tell them the little portions of food he recieves (even less considering he gives most to the boys) has eaten away at his strength.

Purpled talks about his adoptive brother Punz who's just a bit older than Illumina, at age seventeen. How he was a cool mercenary hired to do "super secret" stuff and protect people. He tells them about his trident and tomahawk.

When Ranboo opened up, it gave Illumina his first real sense of hope he's had in a long time. Ran talks about his dad, emperor of the Antarctic Empire and faithful patron of the powerful Blood God. Illumina had heard of the Arctic Empire's hybrid son and after story after story began to believe that Ran really was the prince of the Empire. Ran's father obviously loved him, each story leaving him in tears of either longing or laughter. His father would be searching for them, and he would find them.

Weeks turned to months and nothing changed, until Ran was on the floor screaming in pain and Purpled was hiding in the corner wailing in fear. Illumina could hear cracking, popping, and spotted two hard lumps just next to Ranboo's shoulder blades and realized he wasn't just some Enderman hybrid, but rather a dragon hybrid. When the pain finally subsided and their captors returned to take the two young boys Illumina knew what he had to do.

He didn't know much of Gods and patrons, only what he read while searching the strongholds with Fruit after their latest adventure.

Patrons were messy, being worthy to have one and be a follower was even messier. But within that moment, he didn't care. Thousands of voices in his head was better than having to witness those monsters that held them captive force Ran to cough and gag and wheeze in attempt to get Dragons Breath from the boy. It was worth it to return Purpled to his brother, to see the boys eyes light up the same way they did when Ran said his dad would save them. And for just a moment, Illumina let himself be selfish. It was worth it to get to hold his best friend close, to be strong enough to scale buildings and run from golems they'd messed with. To see the sunrise over a snowy mountain, to show the world he was faster, stronger, and smarter than anyone imagined.

Cutting his hand on a jagged rock sticking from the walls that he had warned the boys about so often, be used his own blood to draw the symbol. When it glows and the world fades, stands before him a towering man with hair as white as snow, wearing the finest attire fit for a king, dressed in gold with everything he wore.

Wordlessly, a deal is made and as their hands shake Illumina is staring into dark, ruby red eyes sparkling with a beast like excitement. The Blood God speaks and tells him "They have been waiting." And Illumina knows what he means.

When the world returns, his ragged and dirty clothes are replaced by the ones he would wear before the monsters took him. A pouch of emeralds hangs from his belt and a familiar black mask covers his nose and mouth. His strength has returned, but at a cost he has yet to find out.

There's no whispers, no cries, no one yelling in his head. There's no insanity blocking his train of thought. No amnesia. He is Illumina.

He wraps himself with the one thin blanket they were allowed, curling up near the gate to keep himself and his clothes covered.

Purpled is first to return and Illumina places a figer over his lips, signaling Purpled to stay quiet. When Ran returns, it takes Illumina less than thirty seconds to have the monstrous man on the ground unconscious. Ran and Purpled watch in awe as he checks the horrid man for anything of value to them. A ring of keys, a pouch of coin, an iron sword, and a map are all Illumina deems worthy.

While his strength has returned, he's mindful of the boys and their weak bodies. He carries Purpled on his back, the violet eyed boy the smallest out of them all.

It takes hours to escape their prison mostly undetected. When they do, Illumina grabs the first horse he can find that's saddled up and tells the boys to hold on as he rides off.

The map was appreciated beyond comprehension. It doesn't take long to find a town and get the boys proper clothing that will survive the journey to the Arctic. Keeping them close and their heads down they get what they need tools wise and leave before the sun can even set.

It's hard, telling Purpled that he'll have to wait even longer to see his brother, but promises once they return Ranboo home that Punz can come there to take him home. If Illumina must admit, he chooses Technoblade first because once it hits the news of the princes return and Illumina's name is spread, he hopes Fruit will come and find him, even if they have to meet in the middle.

Throughout the terror and pain, they push through. From the nights they got separated, Purpled clinging to Ran and assuring the dragon hybrid Illumina will find them, fighting off zombies when Ran couldn't stand straight to hold a sword. The relief when Illumina scoops them both into his arms and holds then tighter than before.

With hunters hot on their tail they can't afford to stop and it takes four months itself to reach the borders between the Arctic Empire and whatever land they found themselves in.

Ran's wings have grown in, one a dark, scaley black with brilliant green in the folds between each bone. The other is a is white and reminds Illumina of a jellyfish, bits and tassles hanging from the wing giving it a much more fragile, paper thin appearance. Both are incredibly strong, despite their looks, and it's often the intimidation factor the two wings bring that gets them out of sticky situations.

A year has passed since they've been held in captivity, Illumina now seventeen and the boys twelve.

Illumina buys the cheapest tickets to the Empire, having to hold Ran's hand to keep him from teleporting ahead in excitement. He cries multiple times, the feeling of finally being free and so close to home hitting him like a truck. Illumina sees the excitement on Purpleds face, knowing after Ran he gets his family too.

They arrive on the island and immediately Ranboo is dragging them the way to the inner walls. Claiming to know his home like the back of his hand. Passing by a few guards, Purpled asks why they don't just tell the guards they have the prince.

"The guards were the whole reason Ranboo ended up where he was, plus they could try killing us immediately thinking we took Ran. I can't risk putting you two in any more danger." Is the reply he gets.

They teleport to the other side of the walls easily, walking to the other, and teleporting. This repeats for two days till they reach the inner most wall. Techno stands on a platform in the town center, his expression showing no emotion and stance as proper as ever. Just watching him stand so straight makes Illumina's back ache.

Ranboo sobs on the spot and before he can call for his father and rush forward a hand is placed on Illumina's shoulder with a harsh grip.

The guard asks who they are, saying they most definitely are not meant to be there, and within that moment a rage so heavy it hits Illumina like a tidal wave.

A year of torture and pain, months of walking and risking his life to get here and right as he can reach it someone stops him. Illumina barely registers it before the boys jump back screaming and he's pulled his sword out to hit the other man.

He faintly hears cries of "Harvey!" As more people rush towards them. He can only focus on his blade pressing against the man, Harvey's, sword and the deep laughter filling his mind.

"It seems you've finally been broken into." The Blood God thinks aloud.

He yells for Ran to run to his dad who's being ushered of stage, his speech being cut short.

Ran looks between his father who has yet to notice him and then back to Illumina who's risked so much for him. To Purpled, who looks horrified and is trying his hardest to pull back Illumina.

And he chooses them.

Jumping between Illumina and Tapl he unfurls his large wings and yells out with a slightly staticy voice "Stop!"

And it's as if the world has stopped, the Blood God no longer speaking in Illumina's mind, Purpled can sag his shoulders in relief, and all eyes are on them.

He looks into Tapl's heterochromatic eyes and in a voice barely above a whisper says "Stop attacking my family."

Tapl steps back, the other guards step back. All can easily recognize the missing Prince, from the two-toned hair to the sparkling eyes only he possesses.

His name is breathed out and demands attention. Ranboo turns to gaze at his father from across the short distance and it's real.

They meet in the middle and Ran holds his father like a scared child, and Techno allows himself to crumble and cry. He cries for the child thought to be dead, stolen from him by those he trusted. He cries for the year and months he's spent separated from him. They cry together, and tears of pent up pain turn to tears of happiness. His grandfather and uncles appear soon enough, he's wrapped in hugs so tight and a pair of wings so warm he could fall asleep.

Purpled and Illumina and thanked for bringing him back, and all Illumina asks is for them to help them find their homes. A message is sent far and wide of Purpled's reappearance and it takes less than a month for a blonde boy, fresh i to adulthood to come crashing through the castle doors and Purpled to find himself wrapped in his big brothers arms once more.

Punz sobs so loudly it's heard from across the palace, clinging to his baby brother and cradling him like a baby.

You'd think after the royal family just about got on their knees to thank him, Illumina would be used to it and stop being so embarrassed, but something about seeing Purpled light up like he's dreamed of seeing the boy do and finally getting to see with his own two eyes the brother he talked about makes him very thankful for the mask there to hide his flushed cheeks.

Ranboo and Purpled aren't ready to let go, so Punz stays with his brother in the castle for awhile.

Illumina is asked thousands and thousands of questions, where they were taken, how they escaped, etcetera.

He takes Techno aside and confesses the deal he made in return for their freedom. He confesses he has yet to know what he's given up to the Patron and his fears. He confesses that He couldn't bare the thought of young Purpled loosing his hope and being raised in a place like that, Ranboo being hurt worse and worse for bottles of acidic breath.

He apologizes for being selfish and wanting to find his family.

And for the first time in forever, he's being held in the safety of a warm hug. He gets to cry and be comforted, he gets to be weak.

It takes longer, but one day new face appears and after four years he breaths in that ridiculously sweet scent of green apples and sweet fruits that Fruit Berries always had. He hugs his friend once again.

They show the boys their tricks, as Illumina promised. They watch them do stupidly dangerous things that make Phil, Techno, and Wilbur flinch and jump to catch the two seventeen year olds, always groaning in faux annoyance watching them land safely, Phil claiming this'll give him a heart attack and Wilbue and Techno agreeing their stupid (while impressive) actions are gonna be bad influences on their sons. Wilbur calls it quits after they manage to drag Punz in, the mercenary dueling the two of them and trying to see whether strength or agility are better. Purpled is torn between cheering for either family member and just yells words of encouragement a lot.

For once in a long long time, they're safe.

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fandomvariousness · 7 years

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Right on Time

Henry Turner

Attraction, fluff

Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean

Request: "Henry Turner imagine where reader saves Henry's life and they fall in love, make it all fluffy plz I love your writing! Thank you:)"

Word count: 1000

gif is not mine.

It was really hard for a girl to live in a world where a woman was deemed a witch or an evil sorceress if she was more intelligent than any man in the street. This way it was for you, an orphan girl with nothing more left from her parents but a stack of old encyclopedias and almanacs. It’s great that you managed to put them to good use instead of selling them.

When there were a couple years left until your 20th birthday, you left the orphanage, because it just wasn’t the place it was before. The officials got corrupted, caring only about money and not at all about the well-being of children. So you left, aiming to make a fortune that could save all those parentless children and make them happy.

Unfortunately, as aforementioned, it’s really hard for women to make something out of nothing – truth to be told, almost impossible.

So you’ve resorted to the means of dressing yourself as a man, what at the time seemed to be the last alternative. Trying out everything else, you had to do this.

Later, you deemed yourself very lucky because you managed to get into the company of some scoundrels – you heard that they have a ship and will soon sail out to look for some never before found treasure. You weren’t exactly sure what the treasure was, but as soon as you heard the words you decided to join that petty crew – when you find that treasure, you’ll surely be able to save the children.

The ship was called Dying Gull – not exactly motivating, but it’d do. Besides, despite all the older men walking around the deck, there was a young one, about your age – Henry Turner.

As much as you wanted to, you avoided talking with him, or with anyone, because you couldn’t risk them finding out you were a mere girl.

Unfortunately, your cover was almost blown when you suddenly found out that all these men are pirates and that the treasure they’re aiming to find is the Trident of Poseidon. You choked on a cup of water when that Jack Sparrow started speaking about piraty things, what made you realize. You had a really bad coughing fit in the process, what made Henry and couple other crewmen approach you.

“Lad, you alright there?” Gibbs asked, regarding you with knitted eyebrows.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You answered with purposefully thickened voice, hoping it would do the trick.

As you felt the stares of the others, you pulled your hat lower to conceal your girly features.

Couple more days passed as you polished the railings of the ship late in the evening. You were alone for some time, before you heard someone entering the deck from the cabins below. It was Henry.

You felt your cheeks heat up as you forced yourself to turn back to the railing and a paintbrush you held in your hand. It would be really weird if Henry saw you blushing at him – after all, you’re supposed to be a boy.

You heard him walk towards the end of the ship, what tempted you to look at him again. At that very moment, the cargo that has been wrapped in a fishing net and fastened with ropes to hang in the air, swung dangerously low, as if…

As if the ropes started to tear apart!

That was exactly what was happening, not to mention it was happening really fast, and Henry was completely oblivious of it. If he’s not going to fasten his pace, the cargo will surely crush him.

Anyway, you didn’t allow yourself to watch the situation, and alarming him would take too long, thus you charged your petite frame at his as fast as you could, bashing him out of the way at exactly the right time, just before the cargo landed on the wooden ground, shattering to splinters and splashing some spicy-smelling fluid.

Henry grunted as he wiped the dust of his eyes and opened them to see your face, your hat being flown far away from the impact. Your hair softly swished in the air as you both regarded each other wordlessly.

At that moment Henry realized that you’re no boy, because everything about you said you were a girl – those big, Y/E/C eyes and long Y/H/C hair mesmerized him.

You were out of breath as well but not because of running. He was even more handsome up close, what contributed to his sweet disposition.

It seemed like sparkles were lightly flying around the two of you, encompassing your bodies in something unexplainable.

Then, Henry lifted his hand and brushed it through your hair gently. “How did you manage to stuff these locks in a mere hat?”

You said nothing but loosed an amused breath while still drowning in the pools of his warm brown eyes. He sat up as you were looming on the ground sheepishly. “You saved my life.”

You were already blushing profusely and you blushed even more when Henry looked at you like that – utterly charmed.

“What’s your name? Your real name?” He smiled at you, revealing a row of straight white teeth.

“Y/N,” You stuttered quietly.

He was going to say something else, but the rest of the crew started to gush to the deck after all the commotion.

“Ah! The rum!” Jack Sparrow yelled, not even considering the fact that Henry may have been killed by his precious rum. “You really are Elizabeth’s son, lad.”

“And what’s THAT?” Some other pirate screeched as he regarded you – a girl. “A witch! She’s the one who destroyed all the rum, Capn’!!!”

As you were going to protest, Henry did that quicker. “No! She saved my life. And she’s no witch – her name is Y/N.”

He then stood up and helped you do the same, never breaking the eye contact. You felt weightless, having a deep vision of you two together in the nearest future, because such strong feelings are never meant to go away.

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dragontrailz · 7 years

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Fukushima, Fracking and Nuclear in the UK - a toxic brew

This was originally written in March 2017 and was updated February 2019.

Tomorrow will be the 6th anniversary of the ongoing Fukushima nuclear disaster - the planet’s worst nuclear accident to date. Fukushima and the Chernobyl catastrophe, which occurred at Pripyat in Ukraine in 1986, are the only two accidents classified as level 7 on the International Nuclear Event Scale.

Many are unaware how bad the fallout from Fukushima has been to date. Since the initial burst of news, that followed the earthquake and tsunami, which led to the catastrophe at Fukushima Daiichi, the crisis has been under-reported here in the UK and in Japan. Shinzo Abe’s government have carefully controlled the media narrative, even going so far to say that the fear of radiation and the evacuations are causing stress and deaths, not the radiation itself. There is even a word for this, radiophobia! People are being told that it’s safe to live in areas with recordings of 20 milliSieverts a year. By comparison, in Chernobyl areas between 1-5 mSv/yr were evacuated. Before Fukushima, the law considered 1mSv/yr to be the maximum exposure limit in Japan.

Meanwhile, hundreds of tonnes of radioactive water a day continue to leak into the Pacific Ocean, while nuclear debris is disposed into black plastic bags, that stretch out and pile up along the coast and around schools and houses. The intention is to find a more permanent home for this waste by 2020 and wrap up the clean up before the Tokyo Olympics that year. However, that date does look symbolic and optimistic. Shaun Burnie, a senior nuclear specialist at Greenpeace Germany, who is based in Japan, has described the task ahead as “unprecedented and almost beyond comprehension” and that plans to decommission the plant were “never realistic or credible”.

Tokyo Electric Power Company (Tepco), who own the site, have attempted to surround the site with an ice wall - salt water cooled to -30C to a depth of 30m, passing through pipes underground, which freeze the soil around them. However, fissures in the porous bedrock allow the deadly contamination to continue to leak into the ocean. Around 900,000 tonnes of toxic water remain in tanks on site, with no clear strategy of how to process or dispose of it. The continuing ecological catastrophe should have rang alarm bells within the UK establishment and forced us onto a more sensible path.

However, the UK government’s crazed future energy strategy seems to revolve around nuclear power, alongside fracked and acidised oil and gas that will be obtained on land, as coal is slowly wound down and North Sea hydrocarbon reserves are becoming harder and more expensive to extract. Indeed fracking and nuclear appear to be inextricably linked. The connections become more apparent when one considers their roles within the wider military industrial complex, which includes nuclear weapons and oil to power the war machine. We may not be obviously at war, but UK weapons exports are a huge industry, we maintain a large army and there are hidden, covert wars you don’t see. Only a small fraction of British military activity in the Middle East is currently reported by mainstream media. Trident is itself up for renewal and there appears to be very little political opposition to another phase of nuclear warheads, submarines and other infrastructure that does not ensure our safety.

Cuadrilla’s Preston New Road fracking site is only 5 miles from the Springfields nuclear site, at Saltwick near Kirkham, which has been operational since 1946. The site was the first in the world to produce nuclear fuel for a commercial nuclear reactor. This site at Calder Hall in Cumbria later incorporated Windscale and we now refer to it as Sellafield. It’s no longer a functioning nuclear power plant, but the land around the site remains highly contaminated with radionuclides and requires a gas-powered power station to cool the hot waste that remains to a safe temperature. Springfields makes nuclear fuels (including uranium hexafluoride gas) and processes nuclear waste. Decommissioning and demolition of pre-existing buildings at the plant is ongoing. Toshiba Westinghouse who own the site, constructed the reactors at Fukushima.

You may have heard rumblings that industry and government are considering disposing nuclear waste into old onshore oil/gas wells. This of course sounds like lunacy, but it’s worth considering where the story came from and how credible the original source of that story is. Although fracking will produce many more wells, history has shown us that governments and the nuclear industry have no clear strategy for safe waste reprocessing and disposal. Yet, there’s no clear evidence to link fracking for gas in areas of shale rock to what the nuclear industry refer to as a Geological Disposal Facility (GDF), where nuclear waste would be disposed, which is planned for areas where granite geology predominates, which is far less permeable. It’s a different regulatory regime to fracking and the GDF looks very different to a drilled fracking well - they are aiming to store the waste at depths of up to 500m in what is effectively an underground bunker.

The Conservative government and the extreme energy industry don’t have a clear strategy for getting rid of their own frack-waste. In the UK, waste water has ended up in the Manchester ship canal and INEOS have stated they are considering using the North Sea as a dumping ground. In the USA, produced water, that flows back up the well after fracking (a toxic mix of water, sand, polycyclic organic/aromatic compounds, heavy metals and radioactive isotopes), has been re-injected into old wells. This in turn has caused quakes and tremors by a process geologists call induced seismicity, notably in the state of Oklahoma, in the USA where there has been a huge increase in earthquakes. Tremors caused by fracking at the Preese Hall site on the Fylde in Lancashire, caused Cuadrilla’s operations to be suspended for one year in 2011 and damaged some residents homes.

On the Fylde, where fracking is now a very real threat, the underground rock is a mixture of limestone and shale, which is very water permeable. Much of the low/intermediate risk nuclear waste gets buried near the surface at nuclear sites, which tends to leach slowly into the ground. The risk of contamination of the water depends how water permeable the ground is. Any underground disruption due to fracking or induced seismicity, could increase the chances of existing radioactive material at the Springfields site spreading to a wider area. Low level waste from the Springfields site is transported east to the nearby Clifton Marsh landfill site near Preston, which has been accepting the lower risk waste for over three decades. If fracking expands outwards from Little Plumpton, which of course is the plan, there will be more of these kinds of safety conflicts. Tremors could also cause buildings at the nuclear site to become damaged, causing a radioactive leak. Any earthquake or tremor near a nuclear site, could have unforeseen consequences.

There is no solution to the waste from destructive, toxic industrial processes such as nuclear power and those undertaken by the extreme energy industry. Fracking waste water, as I’ve noted, itself becomes radioactive once naturally occurring isotopes trapped in the ground are released by hydraulic fracturing at pressure. Even the methane gas produced by fracking can become radioactive when it’s contaminated by isotopes of radon gas. This is a real concern on the Fylde too as campaigners have warned.

It does make you wonder. If we knew about Fukushima, fracking and earthquakes in 2011, why did our government decide to continue down this road? Co-locating nuclear and fracking/onshore drill sites is clearly a terrible idea - something only fools would conjure. Only a reckless government would allow big business to pollute our water and land in this way. Anti-nuclear and frack free campaigners need to synergize their efforts to stop this dual threat.

On Friday 10th March (2017) a vigil to Remember Fukushima will be held outside the Japanese Embassy at 5:30pm. This will be followed by a march on Parliament on Saturday 11th March - assemble at the Japanese Embassy at midday for a 12:30pm start.

February 2019 update:

In December 2018, the UK informed the public it was looking for new sites for its proposed GDF facility.

“Following today’s written ministerial statement by Richard Harrington and the publication of Implementing Geological Disposal - Working with Communities by the Department for Business, Energy and Industrial Strategy, Radioactive Waste Management (RWM), a subsidiary of the Nuclear Decommissioning Authority, will now begin the search for a willing host community and a suitable site to construct a Geological Disposal Facility (GDF).”

https://www.gov.uk/government/news/government-launches-new-policy-to-deal-with-radioactive-waste

Yesterday (3rd February 2019) - The Newry.ie reported the following story:

“The UK Government are investigating the suitability of Newry and surrounding area of Mourne Mountains and Slieve Gullion as a potential venue for the storage of radioactive waste. It's one of four sub-regions in Northern Ireland that have been deemed potentially suitable for a Geological Disposal Facility (GDF). Thirteen regions in total are under investigation including Northern Ireland, Northern England, Pennines and adjacent areas, Eastern England, Wales, Welsh Borderland, Central England, East Anglia, Bristol and Gloucester, London and the Thames Valley, South West England, Hampshire Basin and Wealden District.“

https://www.newry.ie/9-news/latest/6591-newry-area-under-investigation-for-radioactive-waste-disposal

Note that the government are looking to due this in areas of granite geology due to it’s low permeability, so this is quite different to the areas where fracking for shale gas is proposed - they are different rock formations. It’s really important to remember this, as there’s been quite a lot of confusion about the supposed threat of dumping nuclear waste down wells drilled by the extreme energy industry. The evidence for this is purely ancedotal.

We should be focusing on the twin threats of GDF in the above areas and the continued threat from the extreme energy industry - fracking and acidisation in this case, which is taking place in the following areas: Preston New Road (Lancashire), Misson (Notts), West Newton (East Yorkshire), Biscathorpe (Lincs), Horse Hill (Surrey), Brockham (Surrey), Lidsey (West Sussex), Balcombe (West Sussex). These are the live drill sites or sites where fracking or acidisation has been attempted or is in progress. Other applications in other parts of the country are at earlier stages of the planning process.

#NoNuclear FrackFreeEverywhere Fukushima Energy Fracking ExtremeEnergy Nuclear ContaminatedLand

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