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dirigibleplumbing · 2 months
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A "screenshot" of Earth-616's subreddit for the RPF ship Captain America/Iron Man, a gift for @magicasen for the 616 Stony discord server's stocking exchange.
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spriteofmushrooms · 7 months
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The interesting thing about Jiang Cheng is that he refuses to be his mother's golden child to Wei Wuxian's scapegoat; he actively chooses Wei Wuxian again and again. He defends Wei Wuxian from her until she dies. It's unusual.
This doesn't mean that Wei Wuxian's experience was any less fraught--being hated by a caretaker is awful even if everyone else loves you. But it was an interesting choice by MXTX.
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inbabylontheywept · 10 months
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That isn't a ship, it's a cannon with FTL
Aggral Thrawn’s gut was a grotesque thing to behold: Soft and distended, covered with a coarse layering of fur, a fat purple worm of a scar crossing over it’s almost spherical circumference. So vicious was the scar that even gazing upon it brought unwanted imagery of the fat ape-like creature screaming in pain, both arms working as a dam to keep the tidal wave of bloody guts from spilling out of its three-fingered fists
Yet, for all its grotesque horror, he trusted it. That same gut that had almost gotten him killed so many years before had worked hard to save him again and again after. It was what had brought him from mere gangpress, to quartermaster, all the way to the captain of his own pirate vessel.
And right now, it was telling him to call off the attack. The readings he was getting from the craft ahead made no sense. The crew space was too small, the energy readings were off the charts, and there was something almost military about it. Yet, as he looked over the hull, he couldn’t spot a single weapon. Nothing about it made sense.
The crew had enough in the larders to pass on a ship this sturdy. Even as ships on either side of him pulled forward, eager to be the first to raid the craft, he aborted the ram sequence to watch from a distance.
The crew was disappointed. It’d been too long since they’d had a good, solid fight, but they knew better than to second guess Aggral’s gut. It had earned its place as the ship’s oracle by rite of blood, and was to be respected accordingly.
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There were only four crew aboard the USSN PMAC: Dalton Dial, in charge of weapon systems, Elizabeth Harris, in charge of navigation, and the Pratchett siblings, who worked together to keep the fifth generation fusion reactor that powered the whole abomination within some semblance of working order.
The Pratchett siblings’ love of the reactor (which they had affectionately named “Sun-Son”) was rivaled only by their hatred of the rest of the craft. Elizabeth and Dalton had more mixed feelings on the matter. Elizabeth considered the ship “Perhaps a little ridiculous on paper, but a work of military genius,” while Dalton lauded the idea as “Literally the coming of the Messiah, the only thing I prayed for my whole adulthood, and the answer to that prayer manifest, just for me, to bring me back to the flock.”
Their mixed feelings could be explained away just by describing the craft concept:
The PMAC was not a ship. It was the largest possible gun that could still be attached to an Alcubierre drive, with just enough manpower to steer, aim, and maintain the thing for long term patrols.
The prototype MAC that the life-support, thrusters, and reactor had been constructed around hadn’t even been built with space in mind. It was originally designed as a ground-to-orbit defense weapon. If it wasn’t for the capacitor bank the ship would’ve needed almost a minute between each shot to get enough power, even with the fifth generation reactor. Luckily, it could start out each battle with enough charge to fire off a salvo of four before needing to begin recharging for its next launch.
It had just such a salvo prepared for the pirate ambush that their military grade scanners had picked up minutes earlier.
Dalton was not taking the delay very well.
“With all due respect mam, I’ve had a lock on all three for almost a minute now. I could just fire and claim that I sneezed. The Pratchetts would back me up on this. Right guys?”
Emily Pratchett snorted.
“Why is it that when the weaponsmaster says ‘with all due respect’ he always means ‘fuck you for giving my stupidly giant gun blue balls?”
Thom Pratchett shrugged.
“Maybe he’d say it less if you weren’t so eager to translate it to the navigator for him.”
Elizabeth was slightly amused by the conversation. It was hard to keep things particularly formal while on a crew this small. Still, she was waiting for something. She’d gotten permission from the brass to take a new approach to fighting with the ship.
They’d proven it could win battles. Now, it was time to establish shock and awe. And as it currently stood, dead men told no tales.
Thus, they needed more living ones. And as she watched two pirate ships pull forward, with one hanging back, she knew just who’d live to pass on this particular legend. ---
Aggral watched the ships advance on his HUD, the blips crossing the thousands of kilometers between them and the strange ship in seconds. For a moment he felt regret. Was he making a mistake? Was this going to be what led to some upstart in the crew thinking they could do things better than him?
Then, the world went mad.
The power readings on the strange ship spiked. Hard. He’d thought that the baseline levels were outrageous, but they must’ve had some sort of absurd capacitor bank to expel that much energy that fast. The twin prongs that made up most of the length of the ship gave off some sort of EMP that fried the electronics of the Viscera, his sister ship, cutting off their radio traffic. His crew scrambled to find some way to regain contact when Gods of the Dead, forgive me my sins, and and forget me my debts, the actual weapon went off. The EMP hadn’t even been the attack, it had just been a side effect.
He hadn’t seen a weapon because he’d been looking for one on the hull, some kind of guardian laser, or a missile pod. He hadn’t even conceived that the whole goddamn vehicle could be the weapon. But what kind of weapon would charge up like that? A laser would just fire over a sustained period. What would need a burst like-
He stopped midthought as it hit him: A railgun.
He stopped again as it hit them: The kinetic charge would have to have been moving at almost 0.8c for it to just ignore the evasive maneuvers like that. The ferroslug itself wasn’t detected by any of their defense measures aboard, but the thermal readings of the Viscera made every infared sensor aboard scream in horror. Contact with whatever slug had hit it must’ve reduced the whole thing to plasma. It was almost inconceivable.
He was already screaming out the full retreat call when the ship fired twice in rapid succession at the Rictus, which was still recovering from what had just happened to its partner. The first shot was dead through the center. The second hit some target a few dozen meters off to the side.
A direct hit on an escape pod. Apparently, the captain had tried to save himself. Even in the mortal terror that he felt at that moment, Aggral could take a grim satisfaction at that second shot. To leave all the men that followed you to their deaths was a cowardice that he could not bear to consider. He would rather die.
And now, he was going to. Jump was fifteen seconds away, and the console was telling him that the ship was pinged. They knew where he was, they had him in their crosshairs, and they were going to pull the trigger.
He traced a finger over the purple scar absentmindedly. This was it. He’d been living on borrowed time since that first wound, and now he was to meet his ancestors.
He was ready.
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Dalton was wincing, even as he maintained his ping on the ship. He knew that Elizabeth was just doing her job, but even by his admittedly bloodthirsty standards, there was something fucked up about keeping a ship in ping like this. It was like forcing someone to look you in the eyes before you slit their throat. Way too personal for his tastes.
Elizabeth was keeping an eye on the craft, making sure that no escape pods were jettisoning. Part of her was hoping that some would, but whatever other faults these pirates had, they were loyal to each other at least. As the ultraviolet scanners gave the telltale flair of redshift, she told Dalton to turn off the ping.
To say he was relieved was an understatement. In the middle of a firefight, he couldn’t question Elizabeth’s orders, but for the first time in a long time, he’d been afraid to pull the trigger. Now he didn’t have to.
He almost slid out of his chair as he asked the question that had been on his mind since the engagement began.
“Mam, what the hell was that?”
Elizabeth smiled warmly at her very surprised crew even as her words came out, cold as ice.
“A message.”
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Thanks for reading this far! I'm moving my previous works from reddit to here. If you follow me, more will come. If you're impatient, you can skip to the source and read things at https://www.reddit.com/user/InBabylonTheyWept/
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filmnoirsbian · 3 months
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One of my favorite things to do is go on reality show subreddits to see everyone complaining abt how scripted and staged everything is for every episode which they all tune in to watch. It's cathartic to me ❣️
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la-pheacienne · 3 months
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vermillioncrown · 1 month
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no one asked but i gotta put out one of my biggest fandom/fanfic pet peeves:
"unthinking/meme-poisoned socmed usage assigned to every character"
why does everyone have to be a twitter funnyman. why does everyone act like they post for clout and monetization. when would they have the time? what does account verification entail, and would they warrant it.
think it through 🤔
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macarons-and-poms · 5 days
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Man I love Astarion as a complex fictional explorations of trauma but man some of y'all need to go outside
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night-market-if · 1 year
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Reddit
Hey everyone,
We have a subreddit now. Link is here. I don't have much over there yet but feel free to join and start posting!
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dnschmidt · 28 days
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Want to read something fun?
Check out r/ShortSF on Reddit for science fiction, fantasy, and horror short stories! Share Speculative Fiction short stories, either your own or your favorites from around the web!
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cutesilyo · 10 months
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yknow if theres something im grateful for about my descent back into the hetalia fandom two years ago, it's that i've just accepted that fandom likes playing with fucked up ideas sometimes. and that's fine as long as it doesn't actually hurt anyone.
interacting with fandom like that makes it a whole lot easier to just. be a fan instead of a fucking cop
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gwyoi · 1 year
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I just read a horrible manga that is just actually brutal in every aspect and then I went on the subreddit for an ending explained and to my surprise the people there are not that horrible
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dirigibleplumbing · 2 months
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A "screenshot" of Earth-616's subreddit for the ~platonic friendship~ between Captain America and Iron Man, a gift for @sadisticsparkle for the 616 Stony discord server's stocking exchange.
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albatris · 1 year
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not rental car murderboarding making me logically consider the possibility of Æthelthryth's reddit account
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awek-s-archived · 10 months
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I’m not sure what doordash is but there seems to be some kind of bad service epidemic
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caly-psoooarchive · 2 years
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ive always loved stephen but something snapoed in me with nwh/mom and i was just like. hmm yes. i am his wife now. going back to my self ship blog.
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cori-randomstuff · 2 months
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You hate fictional incest because you find incest gross. I hate fictional incest because I find it annoying when people insist that deep intense bonds are always romantic. We are not the same.
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