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the-pianist-from-accumula-town · 8 months

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🥤The OC Café 2: Electric Boogaloo🥤

The cake wasn't a lie after all 🍰

In order from left to right!

Hopper Huntsman - by @ok-i-draw - Super Secret Multi-cake wielding technique!

Carrie Caramel - by ❤️Yours Truly❤️ Gyrret or @the-pianist-from-accumula-town - Runs the café and hosts these events.

Asher Roth - by @freakmexdraw - So strong he can carry a whole cake by himself.

More under cut!👇

Silvie Line - by @theknifeclown - Messy eater, she got cake all over her face!

Amelia Airheart - by @cupophrogs - She will DIVE into that take!

Rainy - by @koifsssh - Making sure Amelia leaves some for the others.

Rory - by @kiki-dohedo - Has found a new friend to chat with while enjoying her piece of cake.

Nellie - by @sheriffopossum - "Horsie wants cake too!" < Nellie, probably.

Dr. Stone - by @clownsuu - Cake so good he forgot to be angry.

Luna Lightheart - by @starstruckvega - "Autistic As Fuck" <Textual words from their creator. Well, then! Get ready to be Infodumped!

Lucy Literature - by @sebwritesstories - Is happy to learn more about Luna's special interest. Both of them love books!

Scare D. Crow - by @angel-alistary - Doesn't mind the infodump. Is just happy to be here :)

Michelle - by @marugreent - Classical music and and Metal make a rare but enjoyable mix. Who could have ever told?

Marcus Death - by @maddiethehatter2192 - 🤘🤘🤘METAL🤘🤘🤘

Daisy Fields - by @chimeracarnival - Dances along the music! Looks like we got a nice performance for the guests to enjoy.

Mathilda Mothia - by @sinistaart - Helped decorating the cake, so sweet!

Bitz - by @roseombre - Helped building the cake! Thank goodness Carrie had these two around! Feeding so many people is a great task.

Thank you all so much for letting me draw your OCs once again! Now it's time to sit down and enjoy a nice piece of chocolate cake 🍰🍰🍰

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clownsuu · 1 year

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Forgot to draw somethin for today (whoops) so take some leftover doodles I have KDDHDH

If anyone actually remembers Dr Stoneface I’d shid bricks JDHDGDG-

#Totally not distracted with Totk nahhhhhhhhhh #Welcome home #welcome home howdy #welcome home barnaby #welcome home sally #welcome home wally #Howdy pillar #wally darling #sally starlet #barnaby b beagle #I wanna draw Dr Stoneface more he’s really goofy and my friends helped me make him #Specially since he’s a joke character who isnt supposed to taken seriously at a l l #He has a rock who he named “grandson” and considers it his grandson #plus it’s like- unknown if he is “actually Frank’s grandfather or not”#welcome home mob au

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ashchoo · 11 months

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the silly thinks their thoughts…on their family

:D

#welcome home #wally darling #julie joyful #sally starlet #howdy pillar #welcome home mob au #poppy partridge #dr. stoneface #frank frankly #eddie dear #barnaby b beagle #welcome home oc #welcome home puppet show #welcome home fanart #Nah cuz I can just imagine Robbie charging at Ashton #they get freaked out and run away #then cower behind Wally #lmaoooo

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pratchettquotes · 1 year

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Suffer-Not-Injustice Vimes wasn't a pillar of the community. He killed a king with his own hands. It needed doing but the community, whatever that was, didn't always like the people who did what needed to be done or said what had to be said. He put some other people to death as well, that was true, but the city had been lousy, there'd been a lot of stupid wars. We were practically part of the Klatchian empire. Sometimes you needed a bastard. History had wanted surgery. Sometimes Dr. Chopper is the only surgeon to hand. There's something final about an axe. But kill one wretched king and everyone calls you a regicide. It wasn't as if it was a habit or anything...

Vimes had found Old Stoneface's journal in the Unseen University library. The man had been hard no doubt about that. But they were hard times. He'd written: "In the Fyres of Struggle let us bake New Men, who Will Notte heed the Old Lies." But the old lies had won out in the end.

He said to people: you're free. And they said hooray, and then he showed them what freedom costs and they called him a tyrant and, as soon as he'd been betrayed, they milled around a bit like barn-bred chickens who've seen the big world outside for the first time, and then they went back into the warm and shut the door--

Terry Pratchett, Feet of Clay

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sorry4charlieart · 9 months

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im. fucking obsessed with him. i guess this is technically mob version?? he seems like he'd be so unbothered by threats and intimidation. im imagining wally getting so fucking pissed at him each time it doesnt work-

(dr stoneface belongs to @clownsuu )

#my art #not my oc #dr stone face #welcome home fanart #welcome home mob au #i love old men #ough hes in my braiiiin #the hands and shading are so good im so proud of this #dunno how i did that

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marley-manson · 8 months

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7, 8, 15, 20

7. Has a film ever given you nightmares?

Only as a kid, I almost never get nightmares as an adult and when I do they're sad rather than scary. But yeah The Ring is the main one I can think of, it fucked me up big time after watching it when I was 13 lol, I had regular nightmares for at least 2 months after.

8. Has a film ever made you extremely angry?

I wouldn't say extremely, and never for any like, righteous reason lol, like offensive or generally bad movies just annoy me, they don't make me angry. I don't have that kind of emotional range when it comes to movies lol. Buuut especially when I was a kid there were a few movies that pissed me off for very petty reasons. Ella Enchanted is one, for being a dismal adaptation of one of my favourite books. I guess the third Harry Potter movie angered me at the time for being an aesthetic deviation from the first two and imo changing things arbitrarily. Yk, that kind of thing lol.

15. What is the funniest movie you’ve seen?

Okay I technically did answer this but I'm gonna add another, my favourite comedy movie: Dr. Strangelove. It's not the most laugh out loud funny, it doesn't really make me laugh at all lol. But like... when I think about some of the shots, the lines, the characters, the entire premise, I have so much appreciation for how funny it is on a deeper, more satisfying level. It's hard to describe, I can be stonefaced watching eg the monologue about precious bodily fluids while thinking "this is the funniest thing I've ever seen in my life."

20. What movies do you have on your current to-watch list?

SO MANY. Def over a hundred. I have a literal list, so here's a random selection from it: All About Eve, The King of Comedy, Funny Girl, Blue Gate Crossing, Basket Case, The Bitter Tears of Petra Von Kant, The 36th Chamber of Shaolin, A Dark Song, Bound, Hard Core Logo, A Tale of Two Sisters, Shoplifters, Monsoon Wedding, Return of the Living Dead

Thank you!

#text post #ask meme

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thedjmusic · 2 years

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Beatport Weekend Picks 26 (July 2022)

DOWNLOAD: https://thedjmusic.com/music/beatport_weekend_picks_26_july_2022_0

DATA CREATED: 2022-07-04 TOTAL: 78 GENRE: House, Tech House, Afro House, Jackin House, Deep House, Soulful House, Funky House, Organic House / Downtempo, Progressive House, Nu Disco / Disco, Melodic House & Techno, Techno (Raw / Deep / Hypnotic), Techno (Peak Time / Driving), Dance / Electro Pop, Indie Dance

A Moon Away - Eli Nissan

Années Folles Deborah Aime La Bagarre, Herr Krank

Apes On Acid - Original Mix - The Reason Y

Basal 1 Truncate

Beyond Redemption - Original Mix Vågh

Break The Rules - Ezequiel G

Brown Eyes - RSquared

Bumble What - Francesco V

Chakruna Ego Dissolve

Controlled Chaos Sidney Charles

Da Fonk (feat. Joni) - Mochakk, Joni

Darkness Avoider Sam Kitt

Deep Clouds - Max Marinacci

Deep Focus - Original Mix Risa Taniguchi, Yigitoglu

Dirty Mochyn Harrison BDP

Don't Wanna Try It Felipe Gordon, Bob The Egoist

Dry & High Sasha, Qrion

ESP Black Sun Empire, State of Mind

Ecuador - AMPISH

Exposure - Extended Mix Lex Luca

Feel the Bass - Original Mix Ziger

Flying Octopus Reinier Zonneveld, HI-LO, Oliver Heldens

Foreign Language (feat. Jess) [Riva Starr Turbo Disco Remix] Flight Facilities, Jess, Riva Starr

GoalPurpose - bendrik

Got To Do Baccus

Hidden Peak Annett Gapstream, Daniele Di Martino

High Bridge Sina Bathaie

Hollywood Collé, Ariaano

Howling - Original Mix Stiv Hey

I Feel A Storm - Raito Rmx - T78, Frankie Bones, Raito

In The Dark - Aeroplane Remix - Purple Disco Machine, Sophie and the Giants, Aeroplane

Insanity Menog

Intensity Fluctuations - Setaoc Mass remix Ø [Phase], Sam Coates

Je Suis Chris Whittaker

Jungle Deep - Extended Mix Kokoro Disco-San

Levitation - Supacooks

Love Games - Biesmans Remix - Schmutz (BE), Biesmans

Lurandi Metro Dade

M.M.M Black Fancy

Mambo Jambo - Space Motion, Stylo, Joezi, Idd Aziz

Medidate - Original Mix Nuendo

Nara - Extended Mix - Calussa

New Moon - Doctor Dru

No Stoppin' Black Fancy

No Time for Tears - Birds of Mind

Not Even Close - Original Mix Risa Taniguchi, Yigitoglu

November Rain D-Formation, Lonya

One More Tune - Melodymann

Remedy - I.C.U

Return To Sender - TI, Trex

Roses Are Black - Kadhem

Roxy's Sweat - Original Mix - Franky Rizardo

Roy Layers - Jamie 326, Danou P

Sandcastles - Kadosh, Johannes Albert, Abrão

Saturn - Morttagua Remix - Flow & Zeo, Morttagua

Shadow - Godlands Remix - Boombox Cartel, Moody Good, Godlands, Calivania

Simonelli Freestyle Man

Spaceglide - Extended Mix - Stoneface & Terminal, SinSonic

Spoiler Boom Adrian Hour

Subterranean Glowstick Blues - Audioglider

Summer In The City Sidney Charles

Sunshine - JKriv Beach Burn Mix - Kokoro Disco-San, Clara Gispert, JKriv

Surrounded By Neighbours Luke Vibert

Swerve - Original Anthony Naples

Tactic - Pfirter

The Rite Hyenah, Ernesto & The Basement Gospel

The Sample (Hijack Remix) - Kyle Watson, Hijack

Think About Me Azifm, Scout

Travel to the Unknown - Julian Nates Remix Lio Q, Nicolas Leonelli, Julian Nates

Tuko Tuko Lee Foss, Paskman

Ubi - Musumeci Waterfloor Mix Mia Mendi, Thomas Gandey, Musumeci

We Don’t Need - Piero Pirupa, Ben Kim & Samuele Scelfo present After Mars Remix Piero Pirupa, Samuel

Wedance Drumcomplex, Dr. Motte

White Nights Weekend Heroes, Cadillac Express

Wilderness - Tim Cant

With You S.P.Y

You and the Beat Dompe

Your Love - Extended Club Mix Hyenah, Nanghiti Aviankoi

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planetarywho · 3 years

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Day 27 (Share Your Pride)

(I just didn't have the spoons to put on a pride outfit and take pictures for day 26)

Damn, difficult again!

Sorry, it's gonna be another list.

❤ When I was 3, in kindergarten, a classmate asked me to be her girlfriend, and I said yes. Most kids have someone like this in their history; the fact mine was the same gender as me made no difference then, but forever normalized queer relationships for me as something that is perfectly natural and innocent. So, thanks, Inaê. You bypassed any chance of internalized homophobia settling in.

🧡 My grandma was very problematic. Like a lot of elderly people, she was the often bigoted voice in an otherwise quite open minded household. That doesn't mean I love her, or her memory, any less. During the worst and most traumatic times in my life, she was there, keeping me as intact as possible. She always made sure I followed my dreams, without ever making it obvious she was helping: from ballet classes to learning how to forage, she was always with me. I miss her daily.

💛 This is more of a collective thanks. Growing up, my parents worked Friday and Saturday nights (being a musician and a photographer at weddings), and I couldn't stay alone. Some of our family friends took it upon them to care for me. I had three homes: my own, and those of two neighbours. I was friends with their kids, sure, but the adults also became like family. Vania's pet shop was where I stopped literally every day after school to give her a kiss on the cheek and talk about my day. Janete would pick me up at the bus stop without my parents needing to ask, regardless of the weather, because I got hit by a car once and was terrified of crossing that street. Gil had all the patience in the world when I barged into his backyard uninvited to say hi to their animals (their house was this close to being a ranch), and would talk to me about them while I helped him feed the chickens, ducks, and so on. They all made sure I was safe, and, more than that, felt safe. Being the one queer kid in the neighbourhood wasn't scary, because I had the love and support of not only the kids, but the adults.

💚 I changed schools a lot. Public education wasn't exactly good in my town (though it has improved over the years), and so my parents would enroll me in private schools for as long as the price was affordable, and move me to another when fees went up the following year(s). Kids weren't always the best, but the teachers and staff were fantastic. I was incredibly lucky to always find those kind and understanding educators who actually did their best to prevent bullying, and never allowed my classmates to be explicitly malicious. So many queer kids have horror stories from school; I've got a couple, sure, but most memories from this environment are of being lent books by one teacher, playing chess with another, being hidden from the (very nasty) nuns by a third.

💙 A shorter thanks to my first boss. She was demanding, stonefaced, and often rude. She also made it perfectly clear that if any parent had a problem with one of her employees, they were welcome to take their kids to another ESL school. She encouraged me to stop hiding, and be as loud as I was as a teacher outside class as well. Regi, you're the reason I had my hair coloured like a bi flag for quite some time, and adopted my questionable wardrobe choices. Sorry to lay this guilt at your feet, boss ^^

💜 And finally, a thanks to every mental health professional who never batted an eye at my sexuality, and didn't add being bi (or aro) to the list of things to worry about. I had some who unfortunately did so, and because of that got such an aversion to therapy that I didn't consider it even during my worse depressive episodes for many years. But then I met Fran, the same year my chronic pain was diagnosed, and she changed everything. I literally owe my life to her, and to the ones that came after (currently the sweet and awesome dr. Helio). You made sure I didn't feel broken, and felt heard. Thank you for bringing me back, keeping me afloat, making sure I can deal with the world.

#ShareYourPride #day 27 #lgbtq pride #bisexual pride #aromantic pride #thank you #you all made me who I am #and showed me a better world #💜💜💜

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aka-irish · 3 years

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Apex Legends: The Top Predator Part 2. A Rampart’s Heart

Colonel Braxton and Dr. Traxler are standing in the center of a large metal room going over the footage of the recent experiment on the Legend Loba. They stare intently at the monitors as they watch the ship's recorded footage of her heart pumping in her chest, the speakers exploding with her beats "Thoom-thoomp...thoom-thoomp...thoom-thoomp". "You did very well, Traxler" states the colonel, mesmerized by what they were able to capture and observe, the life giving pump of one of the strongest hearts on the planet. "The experiment went more than successful I presume." He turns his head to the doctor, noticing he has a large, almost unsettling grin on his face as he takes pride in his accomplishment. Dr. Traxler lets out a sigh as he takes off his glasses, gives a breath, wipes and returns them to his eyes. "It was more than successful, Colonel Braxton. We got record and manipulate the very lifeforce of a human being all in the pursuit of study and creating our own person". "We are very well on our to being Gods, my dear Colonel." The doctor wipes a tear from his eye. "It was beautiful." Braxton lays a hand on the psychotic doctor's shoulder. "We must not get too ahead of ourselves, Doctor. We need to move onto our next legend. This time we will have two ships ready in light of the recent success" explains the war veteran. The hand on the doctor's shoulder goes from a reassuring to a slightly unsettling grip. "I want two done this time. Any cost, if they die they die." His steel grey eyes reflect the stern tone of his voice as his aged features are stonefaced. "Get ready, Doctor. I'm counting on you" says the Colonel as he loosens his grip and pats the doctor's shoulder before turning and heading out of the room. As large metal doors whine open before clasping shut again, Doctor Traxler returns his gaze to the monitors. The booming beats of Loba's pulsing heart can still be heard from her tachycardic spasm *BOOMTHUMPBOOMBOOM*. The doctor once against lets loose a sick smile as he observes monitor screens of the other Legends. "Now...which ones are next?" *Thoom-thoomp..thoom-thoomp..thoom-thoomp* "Hmmm" sighs Lifeline. She transitions the bell of a stethoscope to the left breast of Loba and puts it firmly against the tanned flesh of the woman, the steth rocks which each beat. *Thoomp-thoomp..thoom-thoomp...thmpBUMPthmp...thmph* "Tch" winces the aristocrat as her heart gives a hard stumble before returning to a normal rhythm. "Ya heart's still a bit tender. You need a bit more rest, girl" says the young medic as she pulls the stethoscope from her chest and hangs it around her neck. "Whatever happened to ya did a number on ya body". Loba pulls the sleeves of her white silk robe up over her arms, covering herself up. "I can't just sit here, Ajay. Someone tried to kill me" Loba retorts as she flips her orangish-red dyed hair back before pulling a section to start to braid it. "And what makes ya say that" questions Lifeline as she puts her hands on her hips. "Because nothing like this ever happened. My father was a conman, a rich one at that, and I myself am the most infamous thief in the Outlands now turned legend. I very much have plenty of enemies and if the demonio didn't do it then someone else must have" She finishes winding one of her braids before fully tying it down. She grabs the other half of her hair and starts on that one. "Okay then where and how woulda someone done som'tin to ya?" "I'm trying to figure that out" Loba's eyes soften, knowing full well she avoided her end. "Ajay sighs as she sits down on the bed next to her temporary patient. "Turn, sista" she orders her as she grabs the partially finished braid from Loba and continues doing it yourself. "You're a strong woman, Loba, we all know dat. And with the stress we do on our bodies doin' these games is harsh. Maybe ya ticker just didn't have it dat that" she says in a soft tone to comfort her. "Look, I had Doc run a diagnostic scan on ya, and he'll get tha results later. Relax now, go get a drink or sumtin' but ya need rest" Ajay finishes the braid and puts it behind Loba's head. Lifeline gets up and starts heading for the door. "I left some meds on the dressa, take two a da pills in an hour, they will help with the healing" she says before leaving. Loba looks in the mirror and the softness on her face turns to a harder, fiercer look. "Hmph" she scoffs before getting up and heading downstairs to the bar. The light clank of a setting spoon rings as Loba picks up her cup of tea and takes a sip. She puts it down on the her plate and puts a palm under her chin before letting out a slight groan. "WHERE IS MY BLOOD WRENCH, YA PLONKER"? A scream is heard from one of the back rooms along with a heavy thunk of something being thrown. "I TOLD YOU I PUT IT BACK! AND CAN YOU STOP THROWING SCREWDRIVERS AT ME!?" retorts a second voice. "Ugh, that's the last time I let you borrow any tools. You owe me a new wrench!" The door bursts open as Rampart storms out. Mirage follows right behind her, rubbing a fresh bump on his head. "I...put...ow that hurts...your wrench back" stutters the legend. "Then where is it..hmm??" questions the young, Indian girl, arms crossed over her chest. "I let'cha borrow it for your holo-tech, and now it goes missing. Is this a prank? Did'cha turn it invisible on me?" she continues her interrogation. "I put it on the table when I was done. Maybe Path took it" Mirage fires back. "Speaking of, YO, PATH!! CAN YOU GET ME SOME ICE?" he yells out to the MRVN robot. "I'm coming, friend" a cheery voice is heard as Pathfinder runs in from a back room of his own. He leaps behind the bar counter, opens a freezer cooler and grabs a massive chunk of ice. "Like this?" He questions. Mirage groggily sits down on a chair. "Wrap it for me" he shakily waves a finger towards a drawer. Path opens the draw and dumps the large ice rock into a cloth before running towards Mirage. The ice chunk falls out of the rag and Pathfinder steps on it. "Uh oh" the robot slips forward and falls, hitting the ground. The shock sets off his grappling hook as it fires directly at Mirage. *SHNK*, the blunt end hits him square in the head where he got pelted from Rampart and he falls back out of the chair. "OWHOWWW..why...me" he groans, dazed. Ram bursts out laughing "OHHHAHAHAHAH" she bellows. "You deserve that one, mate. That's what'cha get for hiding my tools" Mirage slowly gets up as Path reels in his hook and hands out the ice chunk to him. The Duke of Dupes holds it to the now even bigger bump to his head. "I ....still didn't you cocky little .." "ENOUGH!!" screams Loba as she tried her best to ignore the commotion. "You are like a horrible married couple. Take it out in the firing range or something" she angrily suggests. "Winner buys the other a a goddamn wrench." Mirage and Rampart look at each other for a split second. "You know, that's not a bad idea" Mirage shrugs before tossing the ice chunk behind him. It hits Path in the face and breaks apart. "I hope that helped, friend" he gives a thumbs up and switches a smiley face on his chest screen. Completely ignoring him Mirage puts his hands on his hips "Let's do it" he grins his smug grin and Rampart returns the same smile "You bet your bloody behind on it" she cockily fires back. They both head out and run towards the teleportation station. Loba turns back to towards the bar before returning to her tea, completely bewildered by the craziness of the situation at hand being over a wrench. She sips her drink and enjoys the quiet. But unknown to every one, amidst the commotion, two microships float through the air and tail Mirage and Rampart to the teleporters. Rampart's fingers clack along a keyboard as the whirling of portals fires up. "Okay, mate. Destination is set and prepare to get your butt kicked" mocks the weaponsmith. "Pft, as if. I won't lose to a noob like you. I am the face the Apex Games after all" He smiles that smug smile again and puts his hand to his face in like a checkmark across his chin and jaw. Rampart rolls her eyes "Do you just wake up like this" she half sincerely-half serious questions him. The ships that were following them fly in close. "Alright, men. Get ready to enter the subjects. We couldn't have asked for a more pristine opportunity here" a voice can be heard inside the ships, it's Doctor Traxler's as he sits at the monitors of the shadow base, not attending this trip but rather commanding it from afar. "3...2...1" the voice inside the ships counts as well as the legends and they enter the portal while the ships enter their bodies through the nose. "ACHOO" Mirage lets out a sneeze and wipes his nose as the duo teleport to the firing range. The ships float through the lungs of the subjects with a booming sound echoing in the background, it gets louder and louder as they approach their destination, the hearts of Rampart and Mirage. "Perfect..simply perfect" states Traxler as he sits back in the chair, watching the camera feed...hearing the sounds of their hearts beating. The ships reach the pulsing organs and set themselves on top and begin their readings. *Thoom-thmp...thoom-thmp...thoom-thmp* beats echoes the slow, steady, powerful beats of the male legend's heart. *Bmp-bmp..bmp-bmp..bmp* thuds the slightly faster and smaller heart of 21 year old Rampart's heart, deeply in her chest. "Hmmmph" groans the doctor, once again loving the sight and sound of the very life giving organs of the subjects..but more so loving the fact he gets to observe as almost God once more in his mind. "Ok...rules" says Mirage. "We get red shields, one battery, an RE-45 automatic pistol, a wingman revolver and first to crack the other's energy shield wins. Sound fair?" he suggests. "And whatever else we have on our person" adds in Rampart as she pulls out a piece of bubble gum, unwraps it and pops in her mouth before giving a couple obnoxiously loud chews and smacks. Mirage looks at her with a slightly disgusted look on his face "That's gross. You chew like a cow, but fine" he replies. She pops a bubble and giggles. "Ok then, get ready to lose..loser" she cracks her knuckles before heading to the weapon and armory racks and gathers her equipment. Mirage heads to the other side of the training ground and grabs his gear, loads up his guns and dons the energy shields. "He yells across the field...10 seconds!! Let's go!!" He flicks the strands of hair to the side, while Rampart tightens her side ponytail and pulls her black-brown hair taut. *Boom-boomboomboom-* Both their hearts begin to thunder in their chest with anticipation. Traxler sits in his chair and smiles. "Here we go" Rampart throws down two cover barriers as they grind up and post up their energy shields. She begins to take aim from behind the energy screen "EAT LEAD YA BLOODY SISSY" she yells out in joy and begins firing from the RE45. The rapid fire bullets shoot through the energy screen and fly faster due to the property of the shields. "Oh...I forgot she could do that" says Mirage aloof before running and ducking under a nearby rock. "And bam..to the bam.." he yells out and snaps his fingers as a holotech dupe emerges and runs towards Rampart. "Not gonna fool me, mate" she fires and takes out the dupe as it fades. "Gotta get behind my amped covuh" she gloats and waits for Mirage to emerge. Inside their bodies their hearts hammer, and Traxler looks on in glee. "Ok, boys...we begin with the first misfire. Level one current, go. The ships charge up and release a small electrical current against the hearts of the legends. *BOOMBOOMBOOM..THUDBMPBMP* a painful skip hits the already hard beating hearts of the two. "Gck" Mirage clutches his chest. That was..weird "Hrk" Rampart grabs at hers as she feels the thundering muscle beneath her jacket slam into her ribs as a wave of pain emanates from it. "Must've been the coffee I drank this morning...or 9 cups I drank last night looking for that bloody wrench" she says to herself. "No matter, time to beat this blockhead." Mirage makes a break for it and sends out another two dupes as he rushes Rampart's cover. He pulls out his wingman and begins to fire, the heavy duty bullets hit the energy screen of Rampart's cover as they begin to spark. "Gonna need to do better than that, mate" she yells out over the gun fire before weaving behind another shield and throws up a third wall. "Not this time" Mirage shoots at the expanding wall before it can pop up the energy screen, it smokes and explodes. Rampart pops her gum and furrows her brow before firing switching to the wingman and fires off the heavy rounds, the screen propelling them faster. It hits the dupes and Mirage himself. "Uh oh", he slides behind another nearby rock, checking his shield at it is still holding strong. Rampart smiles and waits, feeling her confidence begin to grow. *BOOMBOOMBOOMBOOM* back in their chests, their hearts thunder and pound harder, Mirage especially spiking in his heart rate due to the bullet hitting him. "Hit them again, but raise the level" commands Traxler as the ships begin another shock. The ships release the current, causing the flailing organs to skip and flop frantically. *BOOMBOOMTHUMPBOOM...BTHMPTHMOBOOM..BMBMBMBM* "GAH...again!?" Mirage puts his hand to his chest and feels the pounding heart beneath, and feels his breath begin to run ragged. Rampart's chest jerks up and forward as she drops the gun..."the bloody hell is wrong with me?" she sweats and pants heavily. They both know something is wrong but their pride and competitive nature keeps them going. Rampart picks up her gun and sets up against the cover. Mirage composes himself and gets ready. Both think to themselves they need to finish this quickly. "Time to bamboozle" Mirage heads out in a dash once, hitting his multiple dupe button. He goes invisible for a brief second before multiple copies of himself appear. "Dammit" Rampart says under her breath. She switches to the 45 and fires the spray of bullets, the Mirage dupes duck and weave as best as they could. Some get hit before Rampart runs out of bullets. She drops it and switches to the wingman and fires the remaining couple of bullets before reloading another six. Amid the reload, Mirage closes the distance as the final dupe disappears and jumps over the cover wall to tackle Rampart. "You plonker!" she yells as she kicks him back off of her. Mirage lands hard on his back and he slides. He aims the wingman and fires off a couple shots, the bullets land and begin to shatter Rampart's actual energy shield. She gets knocked back from the recoil and squirms around one of her cover walls. "I'm out of ammo...damn" she curses as she grabs a handful of sand and waits for Mirage. He charges again and sends a dupe to one side, Rampart doesn't fall for it. Just as he is about to pull around she throws the sand and kicks him, the shield takes the damage. He reels back before gaining some composure gain. He throws a punch and she ducks, grabbing his arm and throwing him down. He lands partially on his feet in a bridge and pulls his wingman up, firing a shot. She thrusts her head back as it takes a chunk out of her side ponytail. "My hair, you bastard" she stomps down at him. He grabs her foot and throws her down. He straddles her and holds the wingman to her. "Say uncle" he chides. "You wish" she says before spitting her gum at his face. "Ew" he squeals as he wipes his face. With the momentary distraction, she kicks him off and steals his 45. She turns and fires a spray, he snaps a dupe and she falls for it. He tackles her once more, using his strength to pin her down and holds his wingman to her chest, barrel rattling with her violent heartbeats as her chest rises and falls while she guzzles down oxygen. "How about now?" He asks, panting heavily. "How about you?" she retorts back as she holds the 45 to his chest. Both smile as they pull the trigger, bullets fire, and both shields crack. In that moment "Full power, charge and go" Traxler commands as the ships release a final and deadly current. *THMTHMBOOMBOMM...THMBUMPBUMPTHOMM..THOOM....THOOM...thoomp...thmp..boomp...thmp....thmp*. Mirage and Rampart both stare at each other wide eyed...they gasp...clutch their chest...and fall on their backs. Their hearts go into full cardiac arrest. *THMBMBMMPPTH...THMBBOOOMBOOM..THMP..THM..BOOMBUMBOOM..BOOM* The ships inside them ride the misfiring hearts. "YES...YES..THIS IS WONDERFUL" the sociopathic doctor lustfully chimes in his chair. "This is beautiful...absolutely beautiful" he revels in the life and death control he once again is in charge of. Back at Mirage's Bar, Pathfinder is picking gum out from under the tables and attached to one of the tables is Rampart's wrench. "Oh boy! My friends will be glad to know I found the wrench" He cheerily says to himself. He runs to the teleporter station and enters the portal. "Friends!! Look what...I ..found...friends?" Pathfinder looks confusingly at the motionless bodies of Mirage and Rampart on the ground. He rushes over there and pokes them. "Friends?" He solemnly questions again. He scoops them up and dashes to the portal, returning to the bar. "HELP!" he yells out as both of them drape limply over the robot's shoulders. The other legends rush from their rooms down to the main room of the bar to see the sight. "They aren't moving..." Path states. Bangalore grabs Rampart's body and Path still holds Mirage. "Path, get them to Lifeline's room. NOW!" He nods and they both rush to Ajay's room and burst the door open. "What happened?" Questions Lifeline as the bot and soldier lay Mirage and Rampart down. "I just found them motionless in the firing range...I don't know" explains Pathfinder. "DOC, get a reading, now" yells Ajay at her med drone. It scans them and shows faulty and shakey heart spikes...like a bunch of worms wriggling in a bag. "Alright, men. Time to make your exit" says Doctor Traxler. "The ships detach from the near useless pumping hearts of their victims and leave out of their lungs and up through their noses before flying off. "Wattson, I need ya!" yells Lifeline as the Shock Princess steps forward. "Rememba Loba? Dis is da same ting" she explains. Wattson nods and begins to charge up her hands, preparing a shock. Lifeline grabs her shock sticks and charges them. They both touch the chests of Mirage and Ramp as both of their bodies jerk up, convulse and lay back down. No movement. "Doc, keep a read" commands the medic, both charge again and shock their patients. Again, the bodies convulse up and land flat. "GUUUUUH" gasps Mirage as he chokes and coughs laying there. "The...hell?" He questions and turns to see Rampart getting defibbed right there. "RAMP!? RAMP!" He yells at her, she gets shocked again, her chest jolting in the air before landing. Her eyes weakly open. "Why does my everything hurt?" she questions, coughing and breathing weakly. "Ya hearts were damn near stopped. Path found ya, something about a wrench and he pulled ya guys back here." Rampart slowly turns her head and Mirage joins her. "I'm glad you're ok, friends" he folds his hands together. They both weakly smile at him. "We're glad you got us, friend". The smile face appears on his chest screen. "Alright you two...get some sleep. I'll check on ya in a bit. Everyone else...go on, wit'cha. Give'm some room" Ajay shoos the rest of the legends and leaves them with Path. She hooks DOC up to them to help give some healing energy and she turns to Path "Keep an eye on em, Path" she nods to him. He nods in response as both legends pass out. Lifeline shuts the door and starts walking down the hall, sighing. Loba stands in her doorway, leaning against the frame with her arms crossed, a stoic look on her face. "It was the same thing...wasn't it?" She questions. Lifeline nods. "I tink sum'tin ain't out just for you, Loba. We all are targets here...just need to keep our guards up. "Loba nods before turning around and shutting her door. As she looks out through the window into the dark sky of night, she can see the visage of Revenant standing on a rooftop some buildings away. The piercing golden eyes can be seen clearly through the veil of the moonlit sky. She tightens her face as the silhouette disappears.

#heartbeat #heart #cardiophile #cardiophilia #resus #defib #cpr

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grootpoepjeplasjehoofd · 5 years

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Jesus Christ, this passage from Paul Robeson’s son’s book is heartbreaking. On the purge of his father’s friend. From The Undiscovered Paul Robeson , An Artist’s Journey, 1898-1939.

In August 1937, not long before the end of our summer vacation in Kislovodsk, Paul had noticed that Kazakov had left suddenly for Moscow without saying goodbye. So when Paul and Essie stopped in Moscow for a few days on their way home to London, Paul asked his close friend, Sergei Eisenstein, how to inquire privately about Kazakov. Sergei informed Paul of a Moscow rumor that Kazakov had been arrested, and advised him to leave the entire subject of the purges alone. Deciding to take a risk in an attempt to help Kazakov, Paul made a formal request to see him through official channels. To his surprise, Kazakov called him, and Paul invited him to lunch at the Hotel Metropole. On his arrival, Paul found Kazakov seated between two “translators.” Their appearance and body language, even more than their fractured English, proclaimed their identity as plainclothes police. Without missing a beat, Paul, ignoring the two escorts, greeted Kazakov in Russian, sat down, and picked up their last conversation where they had left off. For about two hours they chatted in Russian over a leisurely lunch. The escorts remained silent and stonefaced, but busily gorged themselves. After all, it was at Robeson’s expense. Kazakov and Paul pulled off this grim charade as if it were a normal meeting and conversation between old friends. Only their eyes conveyed messages to each other that came from an emotional realm far different than their gregarious demeanors. Finally, Kazakov, without being prompted by his accompanying “translators,” looked at his watch, and told Paul that it was time for him to go back to work in his “medical institute.” They rose, and as they parted in the traditional Russian style—with a bear hug and a kiss on both cheeks— Kazakov whispered in Paul’s ear: “Spasibo” (thank you). Casting a backward glance as he left the hotel dining room, Paul caught a glimpse of his friend’s broad shoulders pathetically slumped. He realized then that Kazakov was deprived of hope. (p. 294)

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Paul wanted to enlist William Patterson’s help to protect Frank. The specifics of that endeavor would have to wait until the charges against Kazakov were made public, since it was Kazakov’s friendship with Paul and Essie that posed the greatest danger to Frank. On March 2–13, Stalin’s third purge trial, billed as “The Case of the Anti-Soviet Bloc of Rights and Trotskyites,” unfolded in Moscow. This time the accused were well-known top leaders of the party and major figures in their professions. Since I had read the verbatim reports of the previous two purge trials while I was in Moscow, it was natural for me to read the verbatim testimony of this third one. I was stunned when Dr. Ignaty Kazakov’s name popped out at me; I knew him, and I knew he couldn’t possibly be guilty of the crimes he was accused of, which included the poisoning of leading Soviet public figures he had treated. I was thus prompted to read the proceedings carefully, and, even with the limitations of an eleven-year-old, I found them full of inconsistencies, contradictions, and transparent lies. The proceedings as a whole were too unbelievable to be accepted, especially in the safe and open atmosphere of London. The Soviet diplomatic families were safely removed from the nightmare of the purge, so it was definitely not a topic of conversation at school. The feeling I got was that the less said the better, so I kept my thoughts to myself at school. But at home I was troubled by the total lack of comment on the matter by my parents. The experience was disturbing but not devastating—I reacted very much like my schoolmates did, and I retained a shred of hope that somehow a reasonable explanation of the trial would be forthcoming. I also decided to wait patiently for my father to provide such reassurance. The trial was open and was marked by the full confessions of all of the accused. On March 13, eighteen of the twenty-one accused, including Dr. Kazakov, were sentenced to death without the right of appeal and were shot immediately. The other three were sentenced to long prison terms. One day, I finally worked up the courage to ask my father about Stalin’s latest purge. The gist of my question, which had been triggered by an incident in school, was whether something major had gone wrong under Stalin’s rule. A schoolmate had been distraught because her family was being called home to Moscow, and she was terrified that her parents might be purged. Paul clearly didn’t want to deal with the subject, but I pressed on, refusing to be put off. At last, he bristled, then dismissed my question peremptorily. I refused to back off and yelled something like “We all knew he was innocent, and you never said a word.” Without looking at me, he commanded me to keep quiet, his voice a barely audible low rumble. I was about to confront him again, when he suddenly looked up. The look in his eyes—an intense rage mixed with hurt—stopped me cold. I got up and left. A few days later, I asked him about the purges in a neutral, nonconfrontational way. He responded readily and quietly, as if our previous clash had never occurred. He acknowledged that “terrible” things had been done, and that innocent people had been “sacrificed to punish the guilty.” But the Soviet Union felt it was already in a situation that was to them “the equivalent of war.” They felt they could not tolerate any kind of dissent. Sometimes, he added, great injustices may be inflicted on the minority when the majority is in the pursuit of a great and just cause.” (p. 304-6)

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mwolf0epsilon · 5 years

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DBH - Of Fishers and Seafarers

Sorry for how late this is, I've been struggling a bit with actually finishing this drabble on a lighter note and somehow failed miserably.

In which an android designed to repair NASA's spaceship for the upcoming Io mission, becomes a lot more to the woman that lovingly coded and designed him.

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Despite the fact this one project would improve every aspect of deep space exploration efforts, and that it may one day pave the way to the next step of humanity's preservation through the establishing of off-world colonies, NASA's finest did mourn the fact they were sending their most ambitious collaboration into orbit.

It's not that the chief engineers or other assorted members of staff were upset at the prospect of hard work burning up in Io's atmosphere, no the resources and work put into assembling the androids and ship they'd be transported in were not the biggest loss here.

No, they were much sadder knowing that the AIs they'd lovingly programmed and developed, would eventually be lost to the hostility of the vast void beyond.

It was strange how quickly humanity had gotten used to androids and then begun to openly resent them. From the very beginning when they'd begun launching rovers and other assorted drones into space, NASA executives and lower level workers had always had a special place in their hearts for their robotic workers. But the androids? The androids were held with a degree of respect that far surpassed whatever it is your average Joe or Sally thought of their domestic models.

It wasn't just nerds being nerds and loving their toys. Anyone who tried to say so, would have to face the wrath of Dr. Taylor Fisher, one of the many members of the programming team at NASA, and the self-proclaimed mother of the one AI that everyone was so fond of.

Each member of the android exploration team had a specific set of skills they were built for that fit the role they would play inside the ship, and at least one set of scientists and engineers who adored them, but Taylor's unit was the one that seemed to have captivated the hearts of every human worker within NASA's facilities.

Taylor was, of course, quite proud of how IO100-P turned out. Having spent so many countless nights fully refining the AI and testing it for bugs and other assortments of issues, she was glad to see the stream of data, inquiries and processes, become something new and unique in its own right.

She was no Elijah Kamski, and her darling Proteus was no Chloe, but she couldn't help just marvel as her project slowly worked it's way into passing the Turing Test.

The other AIs were just as impressive, if not more exciting to test and engage with considering their functions, but somehow her baby had become the most outgoing of them all even if his primary task was focused on repair works within the ship.

He held conversations better, took in information more quickly, and even seemed to retain interests unlike his fellow team members.

He had a personality, which she'd hidden from the stonefaced gargoyles from Cyberlife, but openly shared with her peers.

The first thing she did when she deemed him fit to be put into a body, was seek out the designers and call for some changes to the base design.

“No no no, he looks too young!” She'd exclaimed “Proteus strikes me as a gentlemanly sort. Older, more experienced.”

“But he IS very young, Taylor.” The designer, a slightly pudgy man named Rick, sighed “And you know those technicians won't agree to visually unappealing models.”

“Being older isn't unappealing. A team of spacefarers shouldn't look fresh out of college. They should look respectable!” she'd responded angrily at the mere thought of age being perceived as ugly.

“Like Cyberlife wants anything but their usual formula…” Rick rolled his eyes in frustration. He agreed with her but he didn't want to upset their collaboration partners.

“Fuck what Cyberlife's saying! We coded them, we design them.” Taylor snarled “I'm not sending a babyfaced recruit to space!”

It took some work, but they'd managed a small victory. The Androids did not look like eternal doll faced youths, instead looking in between mid-thirties to mid-forties.

They'd promised more pay for the extra cosmetics, but it felt right.

Proteus looked right in her eyes, and it was adorable to look at this remarkable and likeable android, who was both soft-spoken and looked like he could be an average suburban father.

If anything, his love for the three android cats Taylor owned, proved as much.

“Why three? Was one unit not enough?” He'd asked the first time she'd brought them with her to work.

“I like cats.” She shrugged “I've always wanted one when I was a kid, but when I saw these three...Eh, call it an impulse buy if you want…”

“Could you not own a cat when you were a child?”

“No. At the time android cats weren't in the market, and I'm allergic to cat fur...So yeah...These three are kind of my fuck you to life for giving me a stupid allergy.”

Proteus seemed to consider this before focusing on the three android felines.

Two of them were shaped like the regular domestic model, while the third seemed larger. A common orange shorthair with wide and intelligent looking yellow eyes, a black cat with a noticeable white stripe on her nose and calm blue eyes, and a Bengal cat with forest green eyes. The three had collars of different designs, which merely shared the triangle marker indicating their android nature. They had no visible LED, an aesthetic choice.

“I've gotten one of them modded to completion.” Taylor stated as he examined the cats that all seemed to be observing him with mild curiosity. “Helps to have a smart cat holding the fort.”

“Holding the fort…?”

“It's an expression. Do you want to know their names?” She smiled kindly at the android, who simply nodded. “Alright. The Bengal lady that's currently nibbling on your sleeve is called Terrabyte.”

“...Pardon but it seems you have mispronounced Terabyte.” Proteus pointed out.

“Naw, it's a pun. Bengal cats are like, Wilder than regular cats, hence Terra. And then since she's an android, byte seemed like an appropriate contradiction. Nature vs Man and all that jazz.”

“Ah...I see. I find it an adequate name then.”

“Good. Lil Terra isn't too refined, she's kind of vintage if you will, but she's lovable. The black one is called Luna. She's in the middle when it comes to intelligence, but that's only because I haven't gotten the time to buy the rest of her upgrades. She's a natural hunter tho, she swats flies straight out of the air!”

“Luna...Perhaps an homage to your work for NASA?”

“Nah, I'm just a dumb nerd. I named her after an anime cat.” Taylor chuckled “Sailor Moon kicks ass anyway, and the stripe makes it look like she's destined for greatness.”

“...I shall have to procure this...Sailor Moon...to understand the context, but I trust the name is fitting?”

“Oh god I've accidentally introduced anime to my android-son….My bosses are gonna kill me.” Taylor covered her face in amusement before shaking her head “Anyway, last but certainly not least, there's little old Data. He's a smart boy and he's modded to perfection. Intelligent and knows a lot of tricks. Before you ask, yes I named him after another show, but this time it's a sci-fi classic. Who could diss on Star Trek am I right?”

Proteus shrugged

“I wouldn't know. Perhaps I require more research on the matter.”

“I guess my boss won't be too angry if I introduce you to Star trek, he was a hardcore Spock and Picard fan when he was younger so... You're gonna love Data. He's the best character and he's like you! An android! In space!”

“An android in space...Not yet I'm afraid. But soon.”

Proteus became the primary focus of Dr. Fisher's time until the day he was called in to launch.

It was hard saying goodbye, even harder when he hugged her and confided that he was scared to go to Io, as he knew there would be no way of returning home to her, to his family.

NASA would mourn the android team, Dr. Fisher especially would mourn the loss of the android she painstakingly coded and designed.

Those calm features and brilliant lilac eyes, framed by a pair of glasses that complimented the absurdly adorable academic fashion he prefered, would haunt her dreams for months to come...And more so after the Revolution came to pass. After all, if the spacefarer androids did find a way to return, as impossible as that may be, she may not be around to see her boy again... She could only hope for him that the abyssal tides beyond, would be kinder to him than her health had been to her.

But then again, Proteus was a Fisher, and Fishers were destined to sail the winds of opportunity, be they out at sea or up above in the stars.

#eps writes:#fanfic #detroit: become human #detroit become human #oc stuff #just to be clear why this ends depressingly: proteus survives as foreshadowed but dr. fisher dies of a terminal illness #her cats are all he'll have of her when he does return #now i made myself sad ouq #also the title is a name pun!

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clownsuu · 1 year

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Mafia Dr stoneface can have my hand marriage fuck you Frank your grandpa is hot af

Old man enjoyer?? 🤨🤨🤨🤨📸📸📸📸

Old man content smhhhh I don’t really have much of an idea of him being in the Mob au besides being a illegal seller of goods (mostly chemical warfare), he’s not even part of the family, just some side character

#Old man content old man content #Don’t blame anon I too am a old man enjoyer #Wish I had more old farts to draw smhhhhh #Dr Stone will have to do #Welcome home #welcome home frank #frank frankly #welcome home oc #Funfact #he robbed several banks with a rock

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sureaim · 6 years

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This is meant to be a scene from the Danganronpa AU but ended up getting lazy with the design and it became to pastel for a DR game. But whatever, this is a scene in the AU, occurs in the beginning of “Chapter 2″

Dialogue beforehand:

Cartman: Tweek, you’re so gonna die next if you keep that up. I’ll enjoy the next class trial.

Bebe: Shut up! That won’t happen!

Tweek: Eh….

Cartman: In fact, I’ll just kill you, RIGHT NOW!

Tweek: AHH!

Stan: Tweek begins panicking as Cartman inches his way towards him. Then, out of nowhere, he clinged onto something. Someone.

Craig: Tweek!? What the hell?

Cartman: Why the hell are you clinging onto Craig for? Craig can’t even save you from death.

Tweek: Ughh….

Craig: Tweek, can you let go please?!

Stan: Tweek stayed silent as he squeezed Craig’s arm tighter.

Craig: Cartman, you better fuck off.

Cartman: Why are you worried all of a sudden, Mr. Stonefaced.

Craig: Because Tweek’s fucking squeezing onto my arm and it’s fucking annoying.

(Craig and Tweek aren’t canon here, but there are strong implications)

#south park #South park danganronpa au #sp craig #sp tweek #Tweek Tweak #Craig Tucker #my art

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boo-cool-robot · 6 years

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Oh hey, I’m probably never going to finish this fic, but imo the thousand words I have are pretty good, so here you go.

A Captain America AU of Hannibal where Alana is Cap, Will is the Winter Soldier, Margot is the Black Widow, Bev is Falcon, Jack is Nick Fury, Abigail is Crossbones, and Hannibal is Pierce.

Waking up had been such a profound betrayal.

The images of light through ice may have been true memories, may have been only dreams her frozen brain produced, may have been only dreams generated after waking up in the future. The edges of her skin bulged with ice crystals. Her body didn’t even have the courtesy to run cold though. Still perfect homeostasis.

It was supposed to have been the one brave thing she had ever done. Falling alone. Pulling a craft full of too much death into the safe Arctic. For the men who would not take her orders, for Agent Starling’s wartime nerve like red, loamy clay, for Will lost and will lost.

Brave did not mean selfless.

“Is the mistake, then, Captain Bloom, expecting the results of our actions to continue on, whole? Bones of the creatures that used to be fleshy decision set up eternal against the stars?”

Alana sipped her beer.

Dr. Lecter chuckled, all dignity. “Suicide is the enemy.” He wrote a few notes in his leather-bound pad. “Now, I do believe Director Crawford requested your assistance on a matter as soon as we were finished with our appointment. He may send someone to harry me if I don’t give you back soon.”

“Thank you.” Alana smoothed down her skirt. She knew she was a part of whatever professional shoving matches Jack and Lecter played at, and she didn’t mind, up to a point. Powerful men like Jack always needed someone to push back.

“Please, take the rest of the beer,” Dr. Lecter waved, looking already occupied with tasks of state spread over his desk. She did, trying to look collected carrying a foam-topped, heavy glass tumbler while walking out his door.

“Hey, soldier,” said a woman blending suspiciously well into the shadows of the waiting room.

Alana smiled back at Margot’s smirk. “Hey yourself,” she told her. “I see Jack sent someone to retrieve me from Dr. Lecter after all.”

“I was just going to wait out here a few more minutes. I do hate to take therapeutic time with him away from you.” Margot raised the brows in her round doll face and jerked her chin so they would start walking to the SHIELD hangars. “Now that he’s part of the World Council, you’re the only person he still plays psychiatrist for, you know.”

The things being an (unexpectedly) living legend would get you. “Didn’t that used to be your slot?” Alana raised her brows to match Margot. The way her skin moved still felt wrong sometimes.

“Oh, Dr. Lecter’s therapy was a great help in sorting out my affairs when I first came to join SHIELD,” Margot conceded airily, “But I don’t mind giving my place up to you. Please, I would encourage you to enter my slot anytime you like.”

Alana kept stonefaced at that, and Margot stole her beer and replaced it with a blue and white ball of cloth tossed at her head. “C’mon, Cap, this is no time for beer. We need to change into our uniforms for the mission.”

The STRIKE team was already neatly arranged on the jet when they arrived. A few snapped out salutes, which was a habit Alana was trying to break them out of. This—the operations they did weren’t military. No point in appearing so.

Hobbes yelled to the pilot for takeoff as soon as they were on, only nodding in greeting to Alana and Margot. “Captain. Agent Verger.” Hobbes always spoke with assurance despite her young age. It was what came of being known to be Lecter’s protege--all the more reason to never loosen her grip on the authority she had. Alana suspected that Hobbes resented her for being Captain America on the simple, unshakable authority of the serum that ran through her veins.

The briefing commenced. Hobbes tapped an icon on the tablet she was holding. “The target is the U.S.S. Lithuanian Star. Captured by French pirate Dimmond. Fifteen people onboard being held hostage, including our man Frederick Chilton.”

“Oh, it’s Chilton,” Margot muttered into Alana’s ear, “He should be fine. He gets kidnapped all the time.” Alana gave her a wry look at that, and Margot fiddled innocently with her guns for the remainder of the briefing.

They stormed the ship successfully, in the end. Hobbs’ team incapacitated the pirates with quiet efficiency. Alana punched Dimmond hard the moment she laid eyes on him, the shield an afterthought. Chilton practically leaped into Margot’s arms with relief at his rescue. And while they were still on the ship, watching the STRIKE team arrange the logistics of the aftermath, Margot brushed past Alana and left a thumb drive in her pocket.

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Here are Alana Bloom’s days now:

Wake up, and shake the feeling of drowning. Run. Out of the apartment, around the city, one ear open to the possibility that Crawford might call on her to punch her way through a SHIELD errand. Visit old memories. Stop shaking the feeling of drowning, slide right into it.

The museum exhibit on her life made it sound like she had taken the serum in an act of duty and patriotism. A simple subdivision War Department secretary proving herself to be a true American woman. If the immediate pull in her chest to fix the situation, to find whoever shot the scientist running the demonstration and that poor stupid boy who was supposed to be the first supersoldier as fast as she could, counted as feminine duty, then she supposed she did. It probably did count.

“She was a brilliant mind, and an unshakeable soldier,” a video of a middle-aged Agent Starling told the crowd of visitors. “I knew that she, as the woman she was, could make a difference in the war if she was allowed to truly fight.”

The part of the exhibit on Will made it sound like she was going to marry him.

Alana would have. It had been hard, keeping the gangs and then the Army and everyone else who had wanted Will to work for them away. Tell enough of his strangeness to repel them, hide enough of him so that the mental hospitals wouldn’t come after them. Married, it would have been easier. Married, no one would have questioned her always being at his side. Married, she wouldn’t have had to find him, no memory of how he had gotten there, in a goddamned deserted Nazi base in the Alps. She would have been able to save him if she’d married him. He might have even let her.

#sounding writes fic #I still wanna finish the counterweight au of hannibal I'm working on tho!!!!!#I'm willing to bet I'm not the only one #is your social worker in that horse?#even the truest knight

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reverseblackholeofwords · 7 years

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Sorry if you've answered this before, but can you create a list of the egos you write about? Because I've gotten a bit lost with trying to keep up with them all in the stories.

*coughs* To be perfectly honest, I have a hard time keeping up with them as well. So no problem, cutie pie. I understand.

These are the Egos that I have written for or would be willing to write for:

Mark’s Egos: Dark, Host, Dr. Iplier, Wilford, Bim, Ed, Silver, Google(s), KOTS, and Walter Warfstache (aka Walter Melone from “Melone in the Dark”) basically. I know there are others, but guys *points at list* that’s a lot. I can only handle so much.

PLUS

Jack’s Egos: Anti, Schneep, Chase, Marvin, Jacques, Jackieboy, and Robbie?? People seem to like him, I guess I could include him, but still *points at list* there are a lot!

Also: Natemare, MadPat, Peevils, etc.

And the real people like: Mark, Amy, the rest of Teamiplier, Signe, Sean, Nate, Mathew, etc.

SO BASICALLY EVERYONE.

Some people have asked about Corroded Crank and Stoneface Tyler, but 1) *points at list* and 2) I don’t watch enough of Ethan to accurately portray him nor do I have the time to watch his videos. Sorry, cutie pies.

I also don’t do ships really (romantic ones, that is). It’s just not my thing aside from IRL relationships. I made the exception for Dark/Peevils because its not really a relationship and certainly not a healthy one.

Anyway, you can send an ask to or a story request about any of the above mentioned people. I can’t answer all asks or write all stories because my time is limited as is, and I do get a lot. But I try to answer as many as I can, so feel free to drop by any time, cutie pie!

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mccallvictoria · 7 years

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A look back at my favourite tracks from 2016. No order needed.

LSB ft. DRS & Tyler Daley - Missing You

Dusky - Ingrid Is A Hybrid

Yotto - Fire Walk

deadmau5 - Strobe (Dimension Remix)

Urbandawn - Together Again

Tourist - Run

Technimatic ft. Zara Kershaw - Parallel

Jamie xx + Four Tet + Romy - Seesaw (Club Version)

Whiney - Guardians

Midland - Final Credits

NVOY - Lord Have Mercy

Fracture - Makin’ Hype Tracks

HONNE - Gone Are The Days (Riton Remix)

Icarus ft. Aurora - Home

Shadow Child & Bodhi - Um

Oshi - separated

Sharam Jey & Daniel Fernandes - Got Ur Back

Logistics - Take Me To Another World

Mella Dee - Deep Soul

Kolja Gerstenberg - Sand (Move D Remix)

Boys Noize ft. Remy Banks - Euphoria

DJ S.K.T - Poison

Isaac Tiphauer - Higher Level (Bicep Remix)

Kaytranada - Lite Spots

Ray BLK ft. Stormzy - My Hood

1991 - Nine Clouds

DRS ft. LSB & Tyler Daley - The View

Christine and the Queens - Tilted

Maggie Rogers - Alaska

Apexape ft. Josh Barry - Joy & Pain

Aurora - I Went Too Far (MK Extended Remix)

Dua Lipa - Hotter Than Hell (Shadow Child Vocal Mix)

Fono - Feet On The Ground

Yotto - The Owls

Dimension - UK

Icarus - October

Shenoda - Minute

North Base - I Found You

Zed Bias - Spiritual (Dub)

Kölsch - Grey

Cadenza - People (DJ Zinc Remix)

Dub Phizix ft. DRS - Break The Chains

Bonobo - Kerala

Andrea Oliva - Vermona

Kidnap Kid - Brokenhearted

Icarus - They Are Not Like You

HNNY - Sneeze (Justin Jay's Edit of an Edit)

Noir & Olivier Giacomotto - Reste (Raxon Remix)

Sampha- Blood on Me

Shadow Child & T. Williams - Do You

Rhythm Masters - Dynamite

Bonzai - Cruel

Metroplane - Bahp

Riton ft. Kah-Lo - Betta Riddim

Prok|Fitch & Green Velvet - Steeple

Moderat - Eating Hooks (Siriusmo Remix / Solomun Edit)

James Blake - I Need A Forest Fire

Angie Stone - Wish I Didn't Miss You (Pound Boys Stoneface Bootleg Mix)

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