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unholyhelbig · 6 months

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request: single mom reader decides to loan shark from natasha’s mob. when reader can’t pay back the loan, natasha’s men capture and beat her. natasha sees reader among the criminals and drug dealers who also haven’t payed back their loans, and excuses her, forgiving her debt.

Title: The Oversight

Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Wordcount: 2799

Warnings: Drug use, kidnapping, guns, choking, threats, blood, horrible grammar.

[a/n: Yeah, I kind of feel like this needs a part two. Let me know what you guys think and if you're interested]

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Each breath you drew in spurred a sharp stitch in your side. They came in rapid succession, even as you struggled to recall the fuzzy details that usually calmed you down. Your first street name. What you called your first pet. The name of your second-grade teacher. They all swirled foggily, unable to recall.

Your mouth tasted metallic cotton and your heartbeat was pulsing through your entire body. Counting the thrums hadn’t helped either, you gave up as you rolled your neck in a snow circle. The dried blood that hardened against the side of your face, your cheek, and down the expanse of your collarbone crackled at the soft movement.

The room that housed you was pitch black. It was hard to tell when you opened your eyes, tears welling up and dripping down your face onto your uniform. Your arms were bound behind your back, shoulders screaming in protest and fingers going numb from the cold. Your small noises echoed. Wherever you were was impossibly vast.

The next breath that escaped you was deeper than the rest. Not necessarily calm, but enough for you to take stock of the situation; there were flashes of you leaving the diner where you worked nothing short of twelves. It had just rained, and the air was humid. You dropped your keys and bent down to pick them up.

Before you could insert them into the lock, something hard had come down on your temple. There was a rush of heat sloshing down your face and a moment later, as you looked up at the sky, the steel tip of a boot took the rest of your consciousness.

That didn’t bother you. You were fine, a little banged up, but fine. Your daughter was left with the sitter. It could have been hours, maybe even a day. Your stomach clenched in hunger, and you drifted in and out of lucidity. They’d left you un-gagged but you didn’t have it in you to scream. You had a sinking feeling that no one would hear you anyway.

You’d flinched when the first 500-volt lamp let out a sharp hiss before flipping on. You shrunk into yourself, blinking away the sudden burst of white light that filled the room. It was directed towards you, and the rest of the space was still a frustratingly thick darkness. You couldn’t see who had turned them on, but they could see you.

The boots that walked across the floor were loud. They echoed like your earlier sobs. A metal chair was being dragged, and the sound was piercing. It did nothing to aide your aching head. You were thankful to see something other than pitch black, however big the danger.

You recognized the man who was in front of you. His outline flickered solidly. He looked rougher than you did; dirty-blonde hair, and stubble. There was a bandage across the center of his nose, on his fingertips, as if he’d fisted the razor while shaving. His purple T-shirt was covered by a dusty-brown leather jacket. His stare was hard, emotionless.

“You’re awfully quiet for a hostage.” He said, straddling the chair he had dragged over. His chest rested against the metal backing. “You can scream if you want. Wear yourself down. It’ll make this a lot easier.”

“What is this?” You asked instead of taking him up on his offer.

He was familiar to you. Clint. He came into the diner every Wednesday and Friday night like clockwork. He’d order a roast beef on rye with Swiss cheese and extra dressing on the side. He’d suck down two beers with his meal and tipped generously.

Sometimes he was with the man they called ‘The Winter Soldier’. You’d always found the name laughable, but the rumors about him were enough for you to hold your tongue. He never ate but would sometimes order a diet coke and sip it while Clint spoke through large bites of food.

Law enforcement wouldn’t’ touch Bucky Barnes, and your boss would typically comp whatever he ordered. A few months ago, you had shared your first words with him behind the diner. The air stunk of rotted food and hardly counted as fresh air. However, it was a few degrees cooler than the kitchen.

He had offered you a cigarette, one already perched between his lips, a zippo lighter at the ready in his other hand. You declined with the shake of your head, and a quiet ‘no thank you’. There was an uncomfortable silence, but it was better than the damp warmth of the kitchen. A sweet, burning scent filled your nose when he lit his cigarette and let the smoke curl around the two of you like a slack rope.

“You work hard in there.” Bucky said, taking a long inhale. He held it within his lungs, voice pinched. “Harder than anyone else I’ve seen in a while.”

You weren’t about to tell him about your daughter, not with his reputation, or the small smattering of pink scars across his chiseled features. So, you nodded instead. The number of tips you got in the broken down, greasy diner was the difference between two meals and one. So, you smiled sweetly and laid on the southern accent even though you’d only spent a short stint in Georgia when you were eighteen. It was easy to perfect.

“I bet you could name my order right now.”

“You don’t order.”

“I don’t trust the food.” He shrugged listlessly, a lazy smile against his lips. You couldn’t help but smile back.

“That’s a good call.”

He laughed at your honesty, and it was a nice sound. He disarmed you and that was worrying. Bucky let the cigarette sizzle out in a puddle at his feet. He used the tip of his steel-toed boot to grind the paper into damp ash.

“You wouldn’t’ have to work so hard if you had some extra cash, would you?”

The question caught you off guard and you couldn’t stifle the vicious glare that you gave him. Your break was almost over, and you could have, should have, walked back into the restaurant to finish the rest of your shift. Bucky lifted his hands up as a peace offering.

“Look, lady, I didn’t mean to offend you or anything. All I’m saying is, you’re not blind to what happens in there, the type of people that frequent this place. You’ve always turned a blind eye and that’s something my boss appreciates. Something she trusts.”

“And who exactly is your boss?”

He tsked “I can’t tell you that, sweetheart. But she wants to make you an offer, she wants to offer you a loan. You’re what? Three months behind on rent? She’ll front that for you and the following two.”

You took a deep breath of stale air. It was a tempting offer, even if it came in the form of a seedy enforcer in an even seedier alleyway. You were three days from getting evicted. Three days from ending up on the streets in a neighborhood that didn’t’ have a single safe one.

“What’s the catch?” You asked.

“Catch? There’s no catch. This is a friendly loan. All you’ve gotta do is pay it back when you’re on your feet again.”

It was an oversight, not asking for a concrete timeline. You hadn’t paid Bucky’s boss back yet, and over the next few months, there were stifled threats, and both Bucky and Clint watched you carefully at the job that you still worked like nothing had changed. The feeling of being indebted lingered, but this time, it was to an unknown entity instead of a landlord that was ultimately harmless.

Everything needed to be paid back in full. These were thousands you didn’t have. And now, two weeks after the initial threat, you were strapped to a metal chair with blood dripping down the sound of your face, in despite need of a drink of water.

Clint was harmless compared to The Winter Soldier, but his muscles still flexed under his shirt as he pulled his jacket off and let it fall to the dusty floor illuminated in blue light. “I would prefer not to get that dirty. It’s genuine leather, you know?”

You glowered at him as he stood and took a few more steps towards you. He looked relatively harmless each time you’d seen him in the diner. Sometimes he had a girl with him, a slight thing that was just as littered in scars as he was. She would order a plate of bacon that was cooked to a crisp and split it with a golden retriever that laid at their feet.

When his wrapped knuckles made contact with your cheek, your head clocked in the opposite direction. There was a sharp pain in your jaw, a ringing in your ear. He had slammed into the same side of your face as earlier, and you lost vision for a second.

Blood filled your mouth, and you spit the mix of saliva, bile, and blood onto the floor. There was a drain in the center and that worried you more than anything else. Your breathing came fast and hard and you glared at him, teeth stained pink.

“Is that all?” You asked him.

It was stupid, you knew it was stupid. But it bothered you more than anything that you had gotten yourself wrapped up in this. Your father was no stranger to the mob, and you should have seen it from a mile away. The fear he lived with. Until the day he died, he would look over his shoulder and you refused to do the same.

Clint grabbed your face, squeezing hard enough to bring tears to your eyes. “You’re a tough chick, huh? I think we both know why you’re here. All you have to do is get the money and all of this vanishes.”

“I don’t have the money.” Your words were garbled between his fingers. “You’re sure as fuck not going to get it if you kill me.”

“Kill you?” Clint unhanded you and let out a laugh. “Kill you, she says. No, we’re not going to kill you, she would never get her money that way… your daughter on the other hand.”

You pulled against the ropes, and they dug painfully into you. The chair was liable to break, but it had been bolted to the floor. It was much stronger than the one he’d dragged over. The mix of anger and fear that had rushed over you pulled away any thought of lingering aches and pains. Be damned to the head trauma.

Your teeth were gritted, voice a low hiss “Leave her the fuck out of this.”

“Did I strike a nerve?”

“I swear to you, I will get your money, I just need time. I’m not… You can keep me under surveillance as collateral, take my car, my apartment- just leave her out of this.”

Clint gripped your throat with his calloused hand, your ability to breathe became more difficult, half-moon nails digging into your flesh. It stung fiercely, and you let out a gurgle in response. “Or she could be our collateral. I think she’d make a great enforcer, with the proper education, that is.”

Is that what happened to the girl that ate lunch with Clint at the diner? She didn’t looked like she was there against her will, but there was an immense sadness to her eyes. Clint hadn’t released you yet and your vison was growing fuzzy at the edges.

“Let her go,”

Your chest was burning at this point and when he pulled his hand back you tried desperately to regain your sense of lucidity. You coughed, nearly vomiting as he took a long stride backwards, seemingly put into his place with a simple sentence.

Over the ringing of your ears, you heard the sharp click of heels. They were confident, and your chin dropped to your chest as you panted in succession, spit dripping in strings from your lips. You didn’t have the strength to look up, your head was pounding.

“I think that’s enough,” Her voice was smooth, just the smallest bit of an accent in her words. You couldn’t place it, but you couldn’t tell which way was up at this point. “You’re dismissed.”

“Oh, come on Natasha, I was just having a little fun.”

“Dismissed, Clint.”

There was a labored sigh and the sound of his footsteps retreating. It brought little relief to you, however. You felt as if you had traded one evil for another. Eventually, you lifted your head to stare at the ceiling. The stranger hadn’t said anything, and the pitch dark above was more desirable to the unknown.

You heard her sit down and felt her eyes watching you. The swimming in your head started to dissipate so you clocked her with a stare. The woman in front of you was angelic, in such a way that you figured Clint’s choking stunt had actually done you in.

Her stare was an unripe green rimmed in gold, her cheekbones carved from marble. There was a beautiful softness to her expression, and her deep red hair flowed over her shoulders in a waterfall of color. She was studying you, not phased by the cold of the room.

The woman wore a black t-shirt, deep slashes of ink peaking from the dip of the V-neck. You didn’t’ let your eyes linger long. It was a marking that you’d seen on Clints bicep and on Buckey’s hand. You hadn’t gotten a chance to clock it on the girl that was kept in their company.

“Is this the part where you come in with your good cop schtick?” You mumbled.

“Darling, Clint is the good cop.”

“Nice, I like it.” You rolled your shoulders back, fighting the stiffness “Bad cop and worse cop is much more effective.”

“You’ve got quite the mouth on you for someone in your position. Thousands of dollars in debt and seemingly no way to pay back my money. It’s not a good spot to be in, Y/n.”

Natasha stood from the chair, her muscles straining at the action. In a fluid motion, she pulled a black standard issue handgun from the space between her skin and her jeans. She pumped the shaft, the sound echoed more than your quickened breathing.

She used the tip to push your chin up, forcing you to look into her unblinking eyes. You were a dead man, you knew that from her cold stare. You couldn’t look away, even if the option was given.

“Baby, I’ve been in this business for a long time.” Her breath was hot on your collarbone, a mix of mint and tobacco. “I know exactly the type that you are. I cater to your kind. More often than not, my clientele need a little bit of encouragement.”

The tip of her gun traced your jaw, her finger loosely on the trigger. It was cold against your collarbone, down the center of your breasts. She held it there, jaw set in stone.

“We’ll keep you here for a few days. Once you dry out a little, I’m sure you’ll suddenly come into the cash.”

“Dry out? You think I’m on drugs?”

The tip pushed hard enough into your sternum to make you let out a grunt of pain. “You hide it quite well, pet. I’m sure it won’t be as simple when you start to feel those withdraw symptoms. Money flows simple in this town when those cravings kick in.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at her, despite the weapon that she was packing. A frown creased between her eyebrows, but she held it in place. “The hardest thing I’ve ever hit is a blunt in a high school rotation. That was your brilliant plan? Dry me out and then what? Search my backyard for jars filled with money. I don’t have it. I make 2.50 an hour at a diner.”

Natasha scrutinized you, eyes hard. She righted herself and pulled the gun away from your center before flipping on the safety and shoving it back into her jeans. She started to pace the length of the light.

“Bucky, he offered me a loan and I took it so I could pay the rent on an apartment for me and my daughter.” You said, voice quiet “I work thirteen hour shifts six days a week, and it’s still not enough. I’m not… I don’t know who you cater to, but I have a feeling it’s not someone like me.”

“No.” she crossed her arms over her chest, “It seems as if you’re an oversight.”

“Great,” you flexed your numbing fingers, “An oversight you’ll let go?”

Natasha shook her head, clenching and unclenching her jaw. “No, I’m afraid not.”

#Natasha Romanoff #Natasha Romanoff x y/n #Natasha Romanoff x you #Natasha Romanoff x reader #Mafia Boss Natasha Romanoff #Marvel #Marvel Fanfiction #Clint Barton #Kate Bishop #Bucky Barnes #Mafia au #request

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reality-detective · 9 days

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These demons can control the weather with ultra high powered electronic frequencies via a machine called HAARP found in Alaska.

Other countries like China and Russia are doing similar experiments.

I confirm this in an article from 2013, als confirmed by many other "conspirac theorists". This is not a conspiracy theory. HAARP machine sends millions of volts of electricity into the ionosphere heating up particles in the air causing massive weather changes, the govt have been messing with jet streams, cutting off countries from rain, blocking the sun, causing many hurricanes one of which Katrina.

This is why we see massive climate changes, snow in the summer & heat in the winter, but we are blamed and we're being charged in the name of global warming. 🤔

#pay attention #educate yourselves #educate yourself #knowledge is power #reeducate yourself #reeducate yourselves #think about it #think for yourselves #think for yourself #do your homework #do some research #do your own research #ask yourself questions #question everything #global warming #edward snowden #haarp #you decide #news

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seat-safety-switch · 9 months

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If I ever get back to my own timeline, the first thing I'm going to do is bury my Doc Martens so far up the ass of The Professor that he's going to wish he had never heard of dimensional travel. You certainly can't blame me for going along with it. It all sounded so good: with an infinity of other universes, chances are one of them is gonna have a low-miles 1978 Plymouth Volare that I can bring back home.

That universe, if it does exist, isn't this one. I knew as soon as I stepped out of the warp that things were different. The air hung thick with the smell of two-stroke oil. Screaming wasp-like engines ran at incomprehensibly high revs. Japanese kanji were stapled on the side of every building, making it nearly impossible for my illiterate ass to navigate the downtown well enough to secure a taxi cab. I stumbled through the rain-slick streets in search of a store with enough triple-A batteries to get home.

Something that looked like a hardware store approached from the gloom. The horrific shrieking din grew from all sides. Did they know I was coming? Were they hunting me? That's when I saw it. A family hatchback, containing a family. Front-wheel-drive. Nothing special. In the front, though, a shrieking dorito, its induction scoop jutting through an entirely absent hood. In this universe, rotary engines had won the war. Something in the laws of physics didn't go the same way here as it did in our realm. Pistons were virtually extinct, hunted to the ends of the Earth.

I could not bear to see if I could find my beloved Mopars in this world. If any had survived at all, they would be incomprehensible. And how bad would a Chrysler-helmed Wankel engine be? How horrifying would Saab have become, in this triangle-shaped hell? Most of all, I feared falling in love with it, refusing to continue the sliding. The good news is that these things had such low compression after a couple weeks of use, that 48-volt marine batteries were cheap as hell. Even if I did have to pay for them with chunks of my own hair.

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sara-saragej · 6 months

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Un giorno la pioggia disse all arcobaleno : "sai ,a volte la gente confonde le mie gocce con le lacrime. In effetti sono simili perché cadono dal cielo ma anche sul viso delle persone."

L arcobaleno replicò: "Invece io arrivo al termine del tuo passaggio. I miei colori assomigliano ai sorrisi che ritornano sul volto delle persone dopo che hanno sofferto "

- web.

#therapy

One day the rain said to the rainbow: "you know, sometimes people confuse my drops with tears. In fact they are similar because they fall from the sky but also on people's faces."

The rainbow replied: "Instead I arrive at the end of your passage. My colors resemble the smiles that return to people's faces after they have suffered."

- web.

Happy☕☀️🌺Weekend

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aphroditelovesu · 8 months

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Oi!Pode escrever uma carta de yandere Hermes pedindo perdão a leitora que é esposa dele porque ele a traiu com a Afrodite e pedindo que ela volte para o Olimpo?(Hermes é o meu Deus grego favorito, e eu estive lendo alguns mitos sobre ele e essa ideia apareceu.)

Tenha um boa noite/madrugada.😊

tw: cheating.

Dear (Y/N),

I write these words filled with regret and remorse, for my heart has been plunged into an abyss of darkness since the moment I betrayed our sacred trust. My beloved, you are the light that illuminates my existence, but allow me to reveal the dark truth that has been hidden for too long.

In my moment of weakness, I let myself be seduced by the irresistible Aphrodite. I was blinded by her charm, but now I see the foolishness of my actions. I, the messenger of the gods, dared to disobey divine principles and betray the trust of someone as celestial as you.

Please understand that my soul burns with regret. The fire of guilt consumes my thoughts, and the tears I shed are the rain that cleanses the impurity from my heart. I beg you, from the bottom of my soul, to consider my request for forgiveness. Allow me to prove my devotion, my eternal loyalty to you.

You are my reason for existing, my love, my goddess. Your absence is a dark prison in which my soul suffers. I promise to honor, protect, and adore you more intensely than ever if you would just grant me a second chance.

I understand if you decide not to accept my request. The guilt I carry is a deserved weight. But know that even so, my love for you will never wane, and my heart will always belong to you, wherever you are.

With eternal love and so much regret,

Hermes.

#yandere love letter #love letter #yandere greek mythology #yandere greek gods #yandere hermes #yandere hermes x reader #hermes x reader #yandere hermes love letter

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spicyclover · 1 year

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Masterlist

I created this masterlist so you can read all the stories I’ve written and not miss one.

Clic here

Masterlist F1 stories :

I accept requests for all the Grid. Here are stories I already wrote

Mick Schumacher:

Pursuit of happiness

Painting our lives

Impulsive thoughts

Race of champions part one | part two | part three

Australia

I don’t want to! | part one | part two

Late hours

Santa’s letter

Feeling “Caliente” | Part one | Part two

Christmas Reverie

Kiss me, Mick! part one | part two

When there’s rain, there’s always a rainbow

Jealousy Jealousy

Nervous habit

George Russel:

The instant of a blink

She’s everything. He’s just Ken.

Pierre Gasly:

At the nightclub

Cutting through my broken heart

It is those we love most who destroy us

Summer love

Miscommunication

Lando Norris:

You can make the whole place shimmer

Handmaid gift

Driving through the suburbs

The strawberry lollipop

On your lips, half volt.

Daddy, I want Mommy!

Live Stream

Two + one = Three | part one | part two

None of you

Jaffa cakes

Just one day | part one | part two

Words can be painful

When the touch of water awakens desire | Part one

Charles Leclerc:

No one can hurt you

Motherhood part one | part two | part three | part four

Sometimes leaving is the best option

I hear a symphony

Remind me of him

Bad Tooth

Losing someone we love

Water kisses

Desire is a strong feeling | part one | part two

Always stealing the spotlight

Summer love

Pranks

All the things you said | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Cupcake

Carlos Sainz:

Delilah part one | part two

Two + one = Three | part one | part two

The accident that caused our love | part one

Dinner served

Lance Stroll:

Fireflies

Midnight sky

In bed with you is my favourite part of the day

Injured

Daniel Ricciardo:

Show me your scar

Blow my whistle

Sometimes you need to cry over a sandwich

Her boyfriend, his girlfriend

Paddock baby

Happy New Year, Sunshine

About damn time...

Max Verstappen:

Keep my husband's name out of your f*cking mouth!

Dutchman | part one | part two | part three

It’s not easy to be a single parent.

Just get out!

Cupcake

This is why you shouldn’t scare your wife...

[...]

Harry Potter:

War is over | Part one

Thank you for your support every day. I hope you like my stories and will continue to follow me for more adventures.

07/30/23

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moonsfantasyworld · 1 year

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drew an anthro volts since i really enjoy @pansear-doodles's anthro au and wanted to draw her in that way for a while now! (hope its ok!) gonna color her later, first gotta finish another thing im doing

#rain world #rain world downpour #rivulet #oc #rw oc #fan oc #fanart #reblogs appreciated #drawing #reblogs encouraged #art #digital art #The voltage (volts)

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calice-malice · 1 year

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Z-Moves Ask Game! <3 (a bunch of random questions!)

Breakneck Blitz - Do you like things to be hectic or calm?

All-Out Pummeling - Do you enjoy battling? If so, what is the most fun part?

Supersonic Skystrike - Do you think that you should be allowed to fly on your pokémon's back? Why?

Acid Downpour - Have you ever eaten something you shouldn't have?

Tectonic Rage - Do you and your pokémon like the indoors or outdoors more?

Continental Crush - Have you ever gone hiking?

Savage Spin-Out - Do your pokémon have any accessories?

Never-Ending Nightmare - Do you dislike anyone specific? Why?

Corkscrew Crash - Do you enjoy the Sinistea rides at amusement parks?

Inferno Overdrive - Do you and your pokémon like the heat?

Hydro Vortex - Do you and your pokémon like the rain?

Bloom Doom - Have you grown a plant yourself before? DId it go well?

Gigavolt Havoc - Say about yourself or your pokémon that others usually find surprising!

Shattered Psyche - What is the worst take you've heard?

Subzero Slammer - Do you and your pokémon like the cold?

Devastating Drake - Are you empathetic?

Black Hole Eclipse - What is the weirdest rumour you've heard recently?

Twinkle Tackle - Did you have a favourite toy as a child, or do you have a favourite toy now?

Catastropika - Do you enjoy contests? If so, what is the most fun part?

Sinister Arrow Raid - Are you afraid of anything?

Malicious Moonsault - Do you think you're naturally malicious?

Oceanic Operetta - Do you like music? What is your favourite genre?

Guardian of Alola - Do you have anything you'd protect?

Soul-Stealing 7-Star Strike - Have you ever gotten into a physical fight?

Stoked Sparksurfer - Have you ever done or considered doing Mantine Surfing?

Pulverizing Pancake - What is your favourite and least favourite food? Why?

Extreme Evoboost - Can you adapt well in most situations?

Genesis Supernova - What legends do you believe in?

10,000,000 Volt Thunderbolt - Do you like things to be more flashy or less flashy?

Clangorous Soulblaze - Do you like loud music, or do you prefer it to be calm?

Splintered Stormshards - Have you ever broken something intentionally?

Searing Sunraze Smash - Do you and your pokémon like the day?

Menacing Moonraze Maelstrom - Do you and your pokémon like the night?

Light That Burns the Sky - What legends do you like the most? Which ones the least?

Let's Snuggle Forever - Share a positive experience you've had recently!

#pkmn irl #pokemon #pkmn ask game #cassieposting

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bananacakepie · 6 months

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Plot thought:

So when Thalia gets turned into a tree/dies she's in the middle of the fight of her life - presumably - on an adrenaline rush and very scared.

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She blinks and then there's a weird tree next to her, she doesn't feel blood on her face, it's midday, the sky is clear, and she is so fucking confused.

Even when the people around her - is that Annabeth - stop being so wary, she still feels the blood pumping through her veins, feels the buzz of strength in her muscles, the screaming in her bones to call down lighting.

It takes a while for her to settle down. Even after she meets Percy and hugs Annabeth, and makes a little sleeping nook in the Zeus cabin, she still feels her body both aching from the fight and demanding to fight.

She tries to shake it off. She runs, she eats, she trains, she pulls Annabeth aside and they talk about everything and nothing.

The buzz won't leave.

She goes into the woods. She fights monsters, chats with nymphs, banters with Percy, climbs trees, explores tunnels.

The buzz won't leave.

She follows Grover to the council. She feels a little guilty about guilt-tripping him, but the buzz tells her that in life or death, she has to do what she has to do. She hears him talking about a demigod they heard about trying to find their way to camp. The buzz leaps at the challenge, and Thalia is entirely in agreement.

She leaves camp easily. Luke may have been the sneaky one, but he taught her a few tricks.

She finds the demigod. A powerful daughter of Demeter. According to Miranda, her father had told her the truth about her mother as he died, and she had immediately ran to the place he claimed would keep her safe. They traveled together, and Thalia felt the buzz quiet - not gone, but satisfied.

A monster attacked. Thalia felt the buzz return and stretch out. A million volts of lightning, exploding it from the inside, whatever she had done to it, Thalia and Miranda watched the hellhound dissolve seconds after it had appeared.

The buzz felt stronger than ever.

Thalia had to hold back a laugh as she realized what the buzz was. She had gotten stronger. She had died, and come back with a greater capability for power, her own source to pull lightning from.

She asked Miranda if she minded rain.

Miranda said she didn't.

Thalia created a thunderstorm the next night, and Miranda smiled and made plants grow.

The buzz didn't leave.

She didn't mind, exchanging smiles with Miranda as they reached camp.

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When Talos started jerking around, Thaila felt fear evelop her.

Percy didn't seem to have thought of the prophecy.

One will be lost in the land without rain.

Idiot. They were in Arizona.

But maybe...

Thalia looked up at the sky and concentrated, frantically whispering her wish.

The buzz spread into the sky, but was shoved back into her before clouds could gather.

She tried again and again.

But the buzz didn't stay.

When Talos fell, Thaila felt fear evelop her.

She rushed to the body and started digging, already knowing what she would find.

In the back of her mind she kept screaming and screaming for rain to fall, but none would.

When the sun rose, Thaila knew it was helpless. They were on a time limit.

They would have to move on now that they saw how much time had passed.

She had pulled out her spear in the middle of the night to hack away at the giant.

Screaming with rage, she impaled Talos in the face with it.

Just in time, she felt the buzz return to her once more and Thalia looked up.

This was the land without rain.

And Bianca was dead.

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Combining two personal headcanons of mine for Thalia:

1. In the fight with Talos, when Bianca started controlling him Thaila panicked - remembering that the prophecy called for the death of two of them, and that they were in a desert - and tried to make it rain, but couldn't, and therefore was the first to realize that Bianca was dead.

2. The second is that Thalia basically "leveled up" due to puberty's effect on her powers, and the extra power (six years worth of it) was dumped on her 12 year old brain when she got out of the tree. (I mean, there is a reason people fear the Big Three kids reaching maturity.) I never really thought what the extra power would be, but Jason does mention having a lightning bolt allowance, so I ran with that, and now Thalia can make her own lightning.

3. Thalia was ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED when she stopped being a tree, don’t you lie to me, the adrenaline was PUMPING. She was ready to run away from these weirdos until Percy showed up.

#percy jackon and the olympians #thalia grace #rick riordan verse #riordanverse #thalia grace pjo #thalia pjo #pjo fandom #thalia grace headcannon #pjo headcanon #the titan’s curse

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runawaydr3amerao3 · 1 month

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This is apparently what I get for trying to be clever with screenshots of my Sims.

First, Dean was fricken over it after I'd spent 10,000 years trying to figure out posing mods and positioning. You can't see it because I wasn't capturing the user interface at the time, but he was thinking about eating a steak and having a lie down. Poor preggo baby.

Then it started raining, so I sent Dean inside to have some food, but as I was finding something for Sam to do, he got STRUCK BY LIGHTNING. And because this fool is apparently as out of his mind as a Sim as in the show, he was TOTALLY STOKED ABOUT IT.

Yeah, no shit you're energised, you just had about 300 million volts through your body, ya dickhead!

Honestly. It's a good thing I made them unkillable. For accuracy's sake. Obviously.

#supernatural #ts4 #simsnatural #simblr #sims 4 #ts4 gameplay #dean winchester #sam winchester #sam and dean #samdean #wincest #spn sims 4 #spn #mpreg

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autiezo · 3 months

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HARRY - < Alright lads, what's the game plan for befriending Jean? >

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Hookers, alcohol and hard drugs!

VOLITION - No.

HARRY - < Volt's right. I can't break the 'Good Cop' reputation. Captain Sober will remember Kim, but Captain Drunk and High will not... >

EMPATHY - Exactly. What kind of awful person forgets his best friend of 6 years? After every good deed he has done for you? We should grovel and beg for forgiveness.

LOGIC - Errr no. Past Harry probably did that a thousand times before. Besides, we don't know if Jean was a saint.

ESPRIT DE CORPS - The man could have very well enabled our self-destructive tendencies. Cops tend to subconsciously do that for 'camaraderie'. Remember how even the benevolent Kim ignored you stealing that dock worker's ID card?

HARRY - < Okay, in my defense, I didn't know what crime was when I woke up. Was an amnesiac, remember? Besides, I gave it back. >

LOGIC - Point still stands.

HARRY - < Fine. Any other ideas? >

SAVIOR FLAIRE - Time to be the 'Cool Cop', Harry boy. Remind Jean of your greatness, boast to the heavens and earth.

REACTION SPEED - And throw in the finger guns!

SAVIOR FLAIRE - Spot-on. We got this. We can rizz anyone up. We are superstars.

HARRY - < Ooo, I like this. So I should say something like "Yo wassup Jean? You're cool, I'm epic, we should be superstar cops together. You and me against the world, baby! Sounds very disco to me, whadda ya say?" >

SAVIOR FLAIRE - Yes, yes!

SUGGESTION - Ahem. I'm being 100% genuine when I insist that you really shouldn't take this show-off's advice.

HARRY - < Wha? Why not? >

SUGGESTION - Because it's utter idiocy.

SAVIOR FLAIRE - Argh. Stop raining on my parade, slimeball!

SUGGESTION - Oi! Back off. Stop encroaching onto MY turf, you attention hog. Persuading people is my thing, not yours.

HARRY - < Took you long enough to show up. So what's your idea? >

SUGGESTION - I'm sorry, but there is none.

HARRY - < No... >

SUGGESTION - Jean is stone-walling you, there's no way in. Any attempts to befriend him would be futile.

CONCEPTUALISATION - Like a pigeon slamming itself into a closed window, over and over.

HARRY - < No, no, no, no, no! >

VOLITION - Harrier, get a hold of yourself. You still have Kim. Jean might just need some time.

HARRY - < Everything hurts. >

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #harry du bois #harrier du bois #jean vicquemare #light angst #incorrect disco elysium quotes #mini fanfic #writing snippet #disco elysium skills #I started out wanting this to be funny but it became sad...#disco elysium fanfiction

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mariacallous · 4 months

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It’s been hard recently to think about anything other than the wars and humanitarian crises raging around the world. Climate change has left its mark in what was almost certainly the hottest year in human history—there were unprecedented heat waves, intensified forest fires, torrential rain, and floods like those in Libya that caused devastation after two dams burst.

But this has not stopped scientists, innovators, and decisionmakers from working on solutions to our biggest societal challenges—with success. Here is a collection of uplifting news to come out of 2023.

A powerful laser veered lightning strikes off their path

In an instant, millions of volts can damage buildings, spark fires, and harm people—unless the lightning can be redirected. An experiment with a laser beam suggests this is possible. The scientists behind it must now demonstrate that their multimillion-dollar laser would actually work better at critical sites such as airports and rocket launchpads than widely used, cheap lightning rods. Read more at Science.

Asteroid rocks and dust were brought to Earth

The first US mission to collect an asteroid sample, OSIRIS-REx, successfully returned a capsule containing granules and dust from the asteroid Bennu. Early analyses back at NASA’s lab suggest the sample is rich in carbon and water-laden minerals, the building blocks of life on Earth. Read more at WIRED.

Scientists grew mouse embryos for the first time ever in space

What would make humans a truly spacefaring species? If we could reproduce and grow outside of Earth’s atmosphere. It may be that this is possible, an experiment with mice suggests. Scientists managed to grow mouse embryos aboard the International Space Station and return them safely to Earth. Their initial growth appeared to be unaffected by the low gravity and high radiation. Read more at New Scientist.

A rare egg-laying mammal was rediscovered after decades

A species with the spines of a hedgehog, the snout of an anteater, and the feet of a mole seems hard to miss. But the long-beaked echidna Zaglossus attenboroughi—named after British naturalist David Attenborough—had remained hidden until caught on camera for the first time since it was scientifically recorded in 1961. This egg-laying mammal is known to only live in the Cyclops Mountains in the Indonesian province of Papua. Read more at Mongabay.

Countries signed a landmark treaty to protect the high seas

After almost 20 years of negotiations, members of the United Nations agreed to protect marine life in international waters—the two-thirds of the world’s oceans that lie outside of national boundaries. This legal framework enables, for example, the creation of vast marine protected areas (MPAs). It also states that “genetic resources,” such as materials from animals and plants discovered for use in pharmaceuticals or foods, should benefit society as a whole. Read more at The Guardian.

California national park bounces back after wildfire

Two years after California’s largest single wildfire burned almost 70 percent of Lassen Volcanic National Park, the ecosystem remains viable. Shrubs and grasses are growing in burned areas while fungi and insects are decomposing dead tree trunks, leading to a slow recovery. Read more at The Guardian.

Brazil’s top court rules for Indigenous rights in landmark case

A powerful agribusiness lobby tried to place time limits on Indigenous peoples’ right to land. They would have to prove they lived on the land in 1988, when Brazil’s current constitution was ratified. But many Indigenous peoples were expelled from their ancestral lands during the country’s military dictatorship, which lasted from from the 1960s to the 1980s. The Supreme Court in Brazil squashed the proposed time limit for land claims. Read more at AP News.

There could be a large reserve of hydrogen deep beneath the French ground

Hydrogen could power factories, trucks, ships, and airplanes in the future—but producing it requires a lot of energy and is expensive. But the gas also occurs naturally deep in the Earth’s crust, and researchers in France have accidentally stumbled on a potentially large deposit. Next year they plan to begin drilling to collect gas samples from depths of up to 1.8 miles. Read more at the Conversation.

The world may have crossed a solar power tipping point

A new study suggests that solar is on track to become the main source of the world’s energy by 2050—even without more ambitious climate policies being introduced. Renewables are already cheaper than fossil fuels. But in the case of solar energy, obstacles such as integration into electricity grids and financing in developing countries still need to be overcome in order for it to continue to grow as it has in recent years. Read more at the Conversation.

A new type of geothermal power plant is making the internet a little greener

A pilot plant is now helping to power Google data centers in Nevada by harnessing the Earth’s heat deep beneath it. Engineers drilled two boreholes down 7,000 feet, and then connected them by fracking, a technique that’s conventionally used in the oil and gas industry. Water sent down one borehole moves through the fracked rocks below and returns to the surface heated up via the other drilled hole. Read more at WIRED.

World’s first container ship powered by methanol completed its maiden voyage

Laura Maersk, the world’s first methanol-fueled ship, arrived in England in September—a milestone for the shipping industry, which is responsible for about 3 percent of worldwide emissions and struggling to decarbonize. Methanol can be made from food waste at landfills. Read more at the BBC.

A cheap and effective vaccine against malaria got approval

There’s now a second malaria jab that could be produced even quicker than the first and rolled out to more children. It got the thumbs up from the World Health Organization in October, two years after the first one. Malaria is the leading cause of death among children in sub-Saharan Africa. Read more at Stat News.

The largest study of migraine sufferers promises new treatment pathways

In the largest genetic study of migraines to date, researchers have identified more than three times the number of genetic risk factors previously known. This will help to better understand the biological basis of migraines and their subtypes and could speed up the search for new treatments. Read more at Science Daily.

Scientists made breakthrough in cervical cancer treatment

In a UK trial of 500 women, half received existing, cheap drugs before standard radiotherapy. The results showed that with the combined therapy, women’s risk of death or relapse fell by 35 percent. According to the researchers, this is the biggest improvement in treating this disease in over 20 years. Read more in the Independent.

Gene therapy showed early promise for children

Scientists in China reported that some children who were born deaf could hear after a gene therapy trial. Meanwhile, experiments are underway in the USA and France aimed at children with a rare form of genetic deafness. Read more at WIRED.

An implant restored walking ability for Parkinson’s patient

A man with advanced Parkinson’s disease can walk several miles again thanks to a special implant. Positioned in the lumbar region of the spinal cord, the implant sends electrical signals to his leg muscles. The scientists behind the innovation plan to carry out further trials with other patients in the coming year. Read more at SWI swissinfo.ch.

DeepMind’s new AI can predict whether a genetic mutation is likely to cause disease

Researchers at DeepMind, Google's AI company, have trained an AI model to detect DNA mutations, which could speed up the diagnosis of rare diseases. Similar to language models like ChatGPT, this model knows the sequences of amino acids in proteins and can detect anomalies. Read more at WIRED.

AI-powered prediction helped Chileans evacuate from floods

A forecasting tool from Google can predict floods in South America and other regions using a little data on the water flow of rivers, with impressive accuracy. This August, many people in Chile were able to evacuate safely and with their belongings thanks to a warning sent out two days before the flooding. Read more at Fast Company.

The Hollywood actors’ and writers’ battle against AI ended—for now

Generative AI has made it to Hollywood, and after months of strikes, both the writers and actors unions managed to negotiate guardrails on how the technology can be used in film and TV projects. AI cannot, for example, be used to write or rewrite scripts, and studios are not allowed to use scripts to train AI models without the writers’ permission. Read more at WIRED.

Lego bricks are teaching kids Braille

The iconic studs on the Lego bricks allow them to be stacked on top of each other. And now you can learn a new language while you’re at it. The company has started selling bricks with modified amounts of studs that teach the Braille alphabet. The corresponding letter or number represented by a brick’s studs are printed on each brick so that children can learn the code. Read more at TechCrunch.

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