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englishspeaker47 · 5 months

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Love Birds

Episode 3: Welcome to happy harbour

Miss M burnt her cookies, red tornados ‘playing pranks’ and Nightingale and Robin are getting shipped hardcore by the team. Roy’s still emo and alone, but we love that.

MOUNT JUSTICE

“Who ate my waffles!?” Wally says barging into the room interrupting the movie.

“No one Wally, your crazy. You never had waffles” I say keeping the straightest face possible. Truth is Robin and I ate them and put the movie half way to look like we were busy.

“Yup. You’re crazy Wally” Robin adds on.

“Of course you lie for your girlfriend” Wally says walking off to find Aqualad to complain probably.

“We’re not- we aren’t?” Robin says with bright red cheeks.

“NoOo we, we aren’t” I say looking anywhere but his face.

“Actually. Can we talk about-“ Robin gets cut off with Wally running into the room yelling.

“I GOT AQUALAD TO CHECK THE CAMERAS YOU BOTH TAG TEAMED IT!”

Aqualad walks in afterwards

“Honestly. I don’t really care” he says causing me to laugh. Man these guys are hilarious.

STAR CITY July 17

23:16 PDT

Two men open a crate, sliding doors open to reveal box's of equipment clearly not aware of their surroundings, until out of nowhere an arrow shoots from somewhere in-front of the men gassing them.

A man raises a gun getting ready to shoot the mysterious interference, speedy looks down at the man.

"You again!" The man clearly says agitated.

"I'm starting to get offended green arrow doesn't want to interfere personally" The man speaks before shooting his gun towards speedy, as the man shoots speedy avoids the bullets by a range of moves.

Then shooting an arrow at his gun destroying the gun. "Scorch him boys"

Kid Flash speeds in knocking the guns out of the mens hands.

After Kid Flash runs in Robin swings in throwing a bird-a-rang before leaping away Nightingale hops down kicking a man in the face and leaping off landing and sweeping two men off there feet knocking them out.

Aqua Lad then starts knocking out the few people left. The rest watch as Roy runs across shipping containers, the man throwing chunks of cement at him.

As the rock is about to hit speedy Aqua Lad dumps in slicing the rock. Aqua Lad starts speaking.

"The cave has everything you need"

"For covert missions" Robin says

"Spy stuff, ya know all the good stuff" Nightingale adds.

"Oh plus super boy and Miss Martian, also I saw her first" KF says.

"Seriously KF?" Nightingale says dead panning.

Then they all jump separate ways avoids rocks.

"Tell arrow he shouldn't send boys to do a man's job" Nightingale's head perks up.

"That man better hope she's in a good mood" Robin says looking towards Kid Flash.

"Eh probably not" Kid Flash says before they both look over to Nightingale and watch her use her grappling hook on to a block of cement and throws it full force at the man's head.

Speedy stabilised him and Nightingale knocked him out with the cement.

"Pfft a man's job, yea right" then she jumps and lands near the dude in smug.

The white of robins mask wides and Kid flashes jaw dropped and ran of to stand next to the two and robin leaped off the container.

"Nice" Kid Flash said to Nightingale fist bumping her which she returns.

"So you in?" Robin asks speedy.

They look at speedy waiting for an answer.

"Pass, I'm done letting the league tell me what to do, I don't need a babysitter or a house hangout with the other kids, your junior justice league is a joke" speedy says

Y/N looks down at that answer hoping it would have been something different, then speaks.

"You don't wanna be apart of a team? All of us working together to get the bad guys?"

"No, I don't want any part of it"

"But Roy-"

"Drop it Y/- Nightingale, just drop it"

He looks at the team before walking off into the shadows.

MOUNT JUSTICE July 18

11:16 EDT

-Y/N's POV-

"Recognised robin B-01 KF B-03 Nightingale B-02" We smile at each other before walking in.

"Did you ask him?"

"What'd he say?"

"Is he on his way?"

The three of us say at the same time.

"He arriving now" Aqua Lad says

"Then what are we waiting for?" Wally says

The three boys run off and I smile at M'gan and super boy then walk after them. The huge back passage way opens and red tornado flys down.

"Red Tornado!"

"Greetings, is there a reason you intercept me outside the cave"

"We hoped you had a mission for us"

"Mission assignments are the Batman's responsibility"

"But its been over a week and-"

"You'll get one soon enough, for the time being enjoy each other's company"

"This team is not a social club"

"No, I'm told socialising is an important team building exercise perhaps you can keep each other company by familiarising yourselves with the cave"

"Does he think we're falling for this?" Robin says

"Oh! I'll find out.. uh I'm sorry I forgot he's a machine, inorganic, I cannot read his mind"

I saw a nice bird so I was looking at it, then another bird flew next to it and they nuzzled there heads together,they looks so peaceful yet so worries for the others safety.

My thoughts are interrupted by a buzz from my phone.

From dick? I look to my left and he smiles holding his phone, I open the text.

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𝙳𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙴𝚈 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝙳💙

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I look up from my phone feeling it buzz a few times before putting it in the back pocket of my jeans.

I look to Rob and see him frowning I giggle and shake my head before looking to Wally who's leaning closer to M'gan.

"Can you guess what I'm thinking right now?"

I walk over to him and smack him is the back of his head lightly but still.

"We all know what your thinking" Robin says

"And now we tour the club house" Aqua Lad says.

"Well super boy and I live here we can play your guides" M'gan says and we look to super boy.

"Don't look at me" super boy said

"Private tour sounds fun" Wally says.

"She never said private tour idiot, don't mind him M'gan" I say and we all walk in.

Robin and I look at each other and nod both of us grab one of Wally's arms and pull him back on to the floor before we speed up to the group and Wally's on the floor.

M'gan shows us all around the cave, the group were talking about the cave when M'gan said

"If villains know about the cave we must be on high alert"

Robin grabs M'gan's hand

"The bad guys don't know we know so we're safe here" M'gan looks to me and takes her hand away from robin and Wally takes his place.

I looks towards M'gan

"hey" I start freaking out hearing M'gan's voice in my head.

The feeling causes a pang of pain.

"I can communicate with people telepathically." She says

"Oh it’s just you! That’s really interesting M’gann" I say before she starts speaking again.

"So Robin huh?" She says

"what no we're good friends that's all." I say before she smiles and says

"we can talk more about this later they might think it's weird we're so quite."

I nod and we look back to the boys.

"Uh he means we're hiding in plain sight" Wally says.

"Oh that's so much clearer" M'gan says

Super boy starts sniffing the air?

"I smell smoke" He says

"Oh no Night our cookies." She flys off and I follow behind her. Ignoring that I almost tripped over air.

M'gan opens up the oven to reveal burnt cookies

"Oh M’gann, I’m sorry I put the heat to high" I say

"Of course you did" Robin says and smiles slinging his arm around my shoulder.

"Hey, I bet they would've tasted great, he doesn't seem to mind"

We look to Wally watching him eat the burnt cookies

"I have a serious metabolism" he Replies with

"We'll make more?" M'gan says

"Honestly Wally, keep eating stuff like that and your going to get sick" I say

"Pfft don't even worry about it n/n" Wally says

"N/n?" M'gan asks, Robin and I glare at Wally

"Dude!" We both say

"It was sweet of you to make any"

"Thanks"

"Thanks Aqua lad" M'gan says

"We're off duty call me Kaldur'am"

"Actually my friends call me Kaldur"

"I'm Wally"

"You could not have said that in a creeper tone" I say

"Agreed" Robin says

"Whatever, anyway I trust you with my identity unlike Mr and Mrs Dark glasses over here, Batman's forbidden boy and girl wonder from telling anyone their real name"

"Shut up Wallace" I say

"Mines no secret it's M'gan M'orz but you can call me Megan it's an earth name and I'm on earth now"

“I think M’gann sounds like an awesome name” I say smiling.

M'gan starts to stare at super boy then out of no where-

"Get out of my head!" He yells

We all look to M'gan and I hear her voice in my head.

'What's wrong? I don't understand this is how everyone communicates on mars'

"M'gan stop" Kaldur says

"Things are different here on earth, your powers are and invasion of privacy."

"P.S the Genomes at Cadmus left a bad state In his brain" Wally adds on

"I-I didn't mean to-" she was interrupted by Super Boy

"Don't. Stay out" Super Boy leaves and we all look to M'gan.

Then she slaps herself in the forehead

"Hello M'gan, I know what we can do" and she flys out, the three boys and I look to each other and Robin shrugs and we all walk up to follow her.

"Wait where did M'gan go" I ask Rob

"Went back for Super Boy I think" he answers

"Oh yea-" As I am about to finish my sentence I trip over my stupid shoelace, From behind me I hear Robin laughing causing Wally to start laughing.

Still laughing slightly Rob walks over to me and grabs my hand to help me up.

"How dare you both laugh" I say huffing and turning around to not face the two boys hunched over laughing.

I walk over to Kaldur to get away from them

"Hey Kaldur"

"Hello Nightingale, are you ok? That was quite the fall" he smiles

"Yes I'm fine but those to idiots won't stop laughing at me" I point to the two laughing on the floor.

I look at them and start remembering something from when me and Dick were little.

"Miss Y/N, your father would like to see you down stairs"

"Okay Alfred!" I say walking out of my room and see the huge stairs so I slide down the rim and land.

"Y/N" I hear my father say, I look up to see my father, and a boy?

"This is Richard, he's going to be living with us, you'll make him feel at home won't you?"

"Yes daddy!" I walk over to the boy slightly taller than me

"Come with me" I say smiling

"We can play with my toys" he looks at my hand and back at me I smile again and he takes my hand.

"O-ok" he says quietly

"Yay!" And I lead him to my room

"Bye daddy, bye Alfred" I say and we walk into my room and sit near my toy box.

"My names Y/N, your name's Richard right?"

"Yea but you can call me dick"

"Alrighty, here you can be the dude in distress and I'll be your hero!" I say passing him a blue cape.

"Ok.."

"Daddy and Alfred can be the baddie's c'mon!" We leave the room and Dick sits on a couch being surrounded by Alfred and I say.

"Stop right there evil doer's!" Alfred smiles at the cuteness of the child, then daddy jumps in front of me.

"Careful hero, any closer and the cookie prince is gone." Daddy says

"Let him go or I'll use my super hero moves to defeat you!" I say

He doesn't move so I slide under him and tap Alfred with my plastic bat-a-rang and throw one at daddy.

"Sir are you ok?" I say in a deep voice

"Mhm Thank-you" dick says and we start running around giggling and I pass him some of my plastic gadgets and we play hero's and villains laughing and enjoying our selves

I was so happy

Coming back from my flashback the boys have stopped laughing and we all head to the elevator

"My Martian bio ship" M'gan says and we all walk over to the red oval shaped ship.

"Cute. Not Arrow dynamic, but cute"

"It's at rest silly, I'll wake it" she taps the ship and it enlarges

"Sweet!" I say

"Well, are you coming?" We all walk over to the ship

"Strap in for launch" robin, Wally and I look at each other and run to a seat in the ship I sit in front of robin.

After we're in the air robin says

"Incredible"

"Mhm she sure is- I mean the ship which like all ships is a she" Wally responds with

"Fast with his feet not so much with his mouth" I say

"Dude!"

Me and Robin look to super boy then M'gan

"He'll come around" Robin says

"Just give him some time" I say smiling

"Thanks but he doesn't seem to like me" M'gan says disappointed.

"You guys remember he has super hearing right?" Wally whisper shouts

"Oh my gosh, thanks Sherlock Holmes" I say in a sarcastic tone, robin chuckles at that.

"Hey how about you show us some Martian shape shifting?" Robin says

M'gan gets up changing her look into a- female robin? My jaw dropped

"that's hot" I say before asking a question

"Wait M'gan can you do me in robins suit?"

"Sure can" she says changing into me with Robs suit

I turn around to see Rob red in the face which makes me turn red so we both turn away. Weird.

"Red tornado to miss Martian, mission alert has been issued at a power plant, I suggest you investigate, sending coordinates now"

A huge tornado crashes into us moving us the wrong way but M'gan is able to land the ship.

Robin looks at me and I nod and we vanish into the shadows but not before laughing his famous laugh.

"Goddamn you dumb Tin can" I say before getting blown back and flip off the wall avoiding getting smashed against the wall.

Looking to my left I see Rob get thrown to the wall smashing into it, I run over helping him up

"Who's your new friend" Super Boy says as he lands next to Robin And I

"Didn't catch his name!" I yell over the tornados coming from the machine that looks similar to red tornado.

"He plays kinda ruff!" Rob adds on.

"My apologies you may address me as Mr.Twister"

The team start to split each doing a different thing to try take this guy down.

Most of the team excluding Me and robin get thrown down to the ground

"I was prepared to be challenged by a super hero I was however not expecting children"

Twister striking a nerve in Rob.

"We're not children!" He yells and he throws bombs towards Twister

"You will fail just like the rest of your team. Now leave your presents is disturbing my plans"

"Well we hate to see you disturbed, let's see if your more turbed once we kick your can" Robin says using another one of his words that he made up.

We all get flung by the tornado Rob, Aqua Lad and I get thrown into each other causing a collision.

"Hey.. are you ok?" Rob says helping me up

"Yea let's go"

We all run towards where KF was after all the Team starts yelling at the tin can asking him why he's doing this and what he wants.

M'gan saved KF.

"M'gan read his mind" Aqua Lad says

"You said not to"

"It's ok with the bad guys" Robin says in a rush

"Hello Megan, Twister is Red tornado is disguise he's a inorganic android"

We all are super pissed thinking red tornado is playing a stupid joke on us.

"We know who you are and what you want" Robin says then a huge storm appears

"Can red tornado do that?" I ask

"You think I'm tornado?" Twister says almost laughing at the remark.

Super boy jumps up and attempts to punch twister but gets thrown to the ground.

I get him to throw me towards twister in attempts to get a bomb on his power source and I do and get thrown to the ground with the rest of my team everything going black due to the impact.

I get shook awake

"Wake up Night" Robin says and Super Boy starts yelling at M'gan.

"You tricked us into thinking Twister was red tornado!"

"She didn't do it on purpose" I say struggling to stand due to the pain on my back

"It was a mistake we shouldn't have listened to her" Robin says holding me up by my waist

"Hit the showers we'll take it from here. Night are you coming with us?" KF says

"Yea I'm coming, let's go" I say looking to M'gan with a sympathetic smile

I expect Robin to let go so we can follow KF but he looks at me for less than a minute in silence

"Uh yea let's go" he says and we run off to go help KF, Aqua Lad not far behind

Robin throws a bomb at twister and I mange to get a few bomb on him causing him to stumble.

Robin, KF and I are hiding behind a boat.

I pull out my utility belt and so does Rob

"You guys brought your utility belts?"

"Never leave home with out it first thing Batman taught me"

"Dad said I need to have it with me at all times" I say.

'All of you' I hear M'gan's voice in my head

'I have a plan'

Red tornado flys down

"Hit the showers kids, I was hoping you could handle this"

"But we have a plan now" robin says

"Go back to the cave" Red tornado says

And we walk off.

After getting the signal from M'gan everyone does there part of the plan KF starts to make tornados, super boy beating the android up throwing him to the water.

Aqua Lad from the water rips his arms off and throws the android back to land and M'gan holds him up in the air and Rob and I throw our bombs causing him to plummet to the ground.

We stand informer of twister and he opens up to reveal- a man?

"I-I call foul" the man says and M'gan telepathically picks up a rock ready to smash him.

"M'gan NO!" Aqua Lad yells and the boys were all shocked.

"Don't know how things are down on mars but on earth we don't execute our captives" Robin says not realising why she smashed the man.

I hit him on the shoulder

"How about you trust her Rob" I say

"Yea, you said you trust me" M'gan says

Robin looks at me confused as to why I would be ok with this till he turns around revealing the 'man' was a crushed android.

"That's why I couldn't read his mind, thanks for trusting me Nightingale" M'gan says

"No problem" I say smiling

Wally picks up the androids eye

"Cool, Souvenir!" He says

Rob pulls me to the side

"Sorry for not believing you or M'gan, I should've known you wouldn't be ok with that if there wasn't a reason." He says

"Heh your all red" I say smiling

"Oh yea?" He looked at me and pecked my cheek causing me to go bright red

"Who's all red now?" He says before slinging his arm around me leading me over to the group.

"M'gan, just ignore him we're just all turbed your on the team" Rob says to M'gan

"Thanks" M'gan says

We're all gathered around a table looking at the crushed android and analysing who he was and what he wanted.

"Is that why you didn't want to help, because he was an android?" M'gan asks

"No this was your battle" Red tornado says before walking off

"Guess if we're gonna have a babysitter, a heartless machine is exactly what we need"

"Dude harsh" Wally says

"Inaccurate I have a heart, steal alloy. I Also have great hearing" red tornado says still walking off

"Hehe right sorry I'll strive to be more accurate" Robin says

"And more respectful" Aqua Lad says.

“Yea Robin, more respectful” I say before we all walk off to the zeta, to go home for the day.

#dc x reader #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #young justice robin x reader #younge justice x reader

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equestrianempire · 2 months

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Thursday News & Notes

We’re celebrating this leap year day with one of the most impressive and terrifying leaps in eventing – the leap of faith that is the Leaf Pit at Burghley. It’s one of those cross country fences that looks hella fun when I’m safely settled on my sofa enjoying the spectacle, but in real life – I’d want to be totally encased in around 24 layers of bubble wrap if I ever found myself looking down from the top of a horse up there, and for there to be a giant and generously-filled kids’ ball pit at the bottom, (also, ideally my mount would be more hobby horse than 5* fit eventer).

However you spend your bonus day, go eventing!

U.S. Weekend Preview

2024 $100,000 Conceal Grand-Prix Eventing Showcase at Bruce’s Field (Aiken, SC) [Website] [Entries] [Ride Times] [Ride For Charity Teams] [Ride For Charity Online Vote] [Volunteer] [Live Stream] [EN’s Coverage] Schedule – [03/01 8am-2pm EST Dressage] [03/01 3pm-5pm EST Show Jumping] [03/02 12:30pm-3pm EST Cross Country]

Full Gallop Farm March Wednesday H.T. (Aiken, SC) [Website] [Entries] [Ride Times] [Volunteer] [Scoring]

Rocking Horse Winter III H.T. (Altoona, FL) [Website] [Entries] [Ride Times] [Volunteer] [Scoring]

Sporting Days Farm March H.T. II (Aiken, SC) [Website] [Entries] [Ride Times] [Volunteer] [Scoring]

Twin Rivers Winter H.T. (Paso Robles, CA) [Website] [Entries] [Ride Times] [Volunteer] [Scoring]

International Events

Portuguese Spring Tour (Mata do Duque) [Timetable] [Entries] [Scoring] [Portuguese Eventing Association Facebook Page] [More Info]

Thursday News and Reading

For one day only – free registration for Equine Guelph’s online Introduction to Body Condition Scoring course. Learn how to assess your horse’s weight using the Henneke body condition scoring system and gain the tools you need to create an action plan based on the score. The course content is self-paced, around 15-20 hours and you get access for a full year. To benefit from the free registration offer, you need to sign up tomorrow (Friday March 1st).

As February draws to a close and we feel a sniff of spring in the air, Badminton approaches. Fences and camera crews and sponsors and tradestands and entries… it’s all going on at Badminton – read all about it in this month’s Director’s Blog.

Mistakes happen, of course they do – it’s what you do with them that counts. Rather than being embarrassed when we mess up, and going all defensive and blaming whoever and whatever is at hand, if we see our mistakes as opportunities, we’re more likely to grow from what went down rather than being weighed down by our whoopsie. Here’s some handy techniques for reaping the benefits that making mistakes can bring us.

Our choice of tack, and how we fit it, can be mighty controversial – there are so many opinions in the equestrian world. So it’s a good thing when actual scientific research is undertaken into the effect of tack on horse welfare, like this paper on nosebands and the increased stress levels horses display when they are fitted tightly, so much so that the report concludes: “On ethical grounds, the use of relentless pressure to eliminate oral behaviors in pursuit of a competitive advantage may be difficult to justify”.

Becoming unconsciously uncoupled from your horse is something we riders have to take on the chin from time to time – but when you’re analyzing it with your trainer or explaining your lame limp in the office, how do you phrase the fact that your horse basically dumped you? For all you horse/word geeks out there, here’s an interesting list of ways to describe hitting the deck. As an aside, I am in fact one of those ‘once in a blue moon’ riders who’ve come straight off the back of the horse – I call it the ‘didn’t-duck-under-the-tree-branch-quick-enough’ kind of fall.

And finally, as a champion of horses, books and awesome women, I couldn’t resist sharing this image of the Pack Horse Librarians in Kentucky. Traversing creek beds called Hell-for-Sartin, Troublesome, and Cut Shin, these tough gals took to horseback to deliver books and magazines to people who otherwise wouldn’t have access to reading materials. Let’s hear it for these inspirational horsewomen.

Video Break

A couple weeks ago I shared the story of Shariah Harris, who was trailblazing on the polo pitch as the first Black woman to play in the US Open Women’s Polo Championship. From a single-income household in inner-city Philadelphia, Shariah’s introduction to the sport began with a literal wrong turn – which led her directly to her destiny. When her mom accidentally took the wrong road, they came upon the Work to Ride site, a program which involves urban youth in equestrian sports, and the rest, as they say, is history. Which is what Shariah made as she took to the pitch recently in the US Open Women’s Polo Championship. About her role as trailblazer, she says, “The more exposure I attract the more others will see and follow, then I won’t be the only one anymore”. Check out Shariah’s story in today’s Video Break.

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Can you please write a one shot about yandere!All Might in his hero form stalking the reader (knows their schedule, habits, etc.) and in his mind, he’s just protecting them? Then later on, he notices the reader isn’t back home at their usual time and finds them hurt after being mugged in an alley way. Perhaps he takes them back to his place to fix up their wounds and when they want to leave, he won’t let them since he’s overprotective.

First request !!! I hope you like it !!

I'm Doing this for You

TW || Stalking, kidnapping, manipulation, drugging, gore and violence.

7:30pm, you walked through the front door to your apartment. Right on time, as always. Whenever you got home after work you would tie your hair back just to get it out of your face as you started cooking dinner. All Might loved the way you looked with your hair back, he got to see more of you. He sat atop a building right across from your apartment window with a pair of binoculars. Everyday he watched you. He would watch you wake up, take the train to work, eat lunch, return home. Almost everywhere you went he was watching. “7:45, you always turn on the radio.” The hero mumbled to himself as you turned on the small radio sitting on your kitchen counter. He smiled, happy to know your every move. At first he was unsure about following you, worried he would be found out by you or another hero. But then he realized he was doing this for your sake, to protect you. It’s a dangerous world out there, especially for someone as delicate as you. As 8:15 rolled around so did your dinnertime, you sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. “True crime.”He muttered. True crime indeed, you turned on one of your favorite true crime shows as you began to eat. Suddenly All Might’s phone buzzed, startling him a bit. “All Might we have a situation downtown, we need you here” The text read. “Damn.” All Might huffed, couldn’t it wait until after you went to bed, so he knew you were safe?. Another text came through, “It’s urgent.” He scowled and got to his feet, leaping off, leaving you all alone.

8am. He barely made it, watching you wake up was one of All Might’s favorite things. Your messy hair and groggy face. You were so damn adorable, he couldn’t help but smile. Everything you did was absolute perfection to him and he wanted nothing more than to stay by your side and keep you safe. You departed for work, walking to the train station. All Might following close behind, leaping from building to building. He made sure that you safely boarded the train before going off to do hero work. After all, even though it tore him up, he couldn’t watch you all day, he was still a hero.

By the end of the day, All Might was exhausted but he still rushed to get to your window to watch you come home. 7:30, on the dot. He sat, staring at your front door. It didn’t open. He felt a pit form in his stomach. “Maybe they’re running a little late.” He reassured himself, trying to stay calm. He waited five more minutes, still no sign of you. The panic had now settled in, All Might quickly stood and raced to find you. He followed your exact route to the train station, you weren’t there. He scrambled to the small library where you worked and peered through each window, you were nowhere to be found. He quickly made his way to the train station, checking every shop. He had never felt like this before, he had never been this panicked fighting villains or saving others. He reached the alleyway you always cut through and was met with a sickening display.

You were sprawled onto the pavement, covered in bruises and blood. Soft whimpers escaping your lips. A tall lanky figure stared down at you with a led pipe in their hand, your bag in his other. “What the hell is going on here.” All Might boomed, trying to maintain his composure. The figure looked up at All Might with fear and then took off in a sprint, dropping the led pipe but still holding your bag. “Bastard.” All Might growled, chasing after him. It didn’t take long to catch up to the criminal, seeing as All Might was much faster and could cover more ground. He grabbed the thief’s shoulder and pulled him downwards onto the pavement. He landed on his back, knocking the wind out of him. All Might made sure that he was out of your sight, then picked the man up by his head, gripping it tightly. He started to squeeze. The man screamed, clutching All Might’s massive hand trying to pry it off. “You are lower than scum.” All Might snarled as his hold tightened. A crack rang out through the alley. Blood started pooling out of the man's eyes, nose and mouth as All Might continued to squeeze. Another loud crack followed by silence as the criminal's body went limp. Blood and teeth were splattered onto the ground as the man’s corpse hit the pavement. The blonde hero shook drops of blood off his hand then wiped the rest off on the corpse's jacket.

All Might returned to you, your bag in hand. “Are you alright?” He asked softly. You slowly shook your head, unable to get any words out. “Please, let me take you back to my home, I can patch you up and keep you safe.” He gently wiped your tears from your cheeks as you nodded. He smiled and picked you up bridal style. “You don’t have to tell me what happened yet, we can wait until you’re all fixed.” You nodded again, clutching his chest. Once the two of you reached his house was when you managed to speak up. “Thank you, All Might.” You said in an almost whisper. The hero’s stomach fluttered, you were so damn cute! “Of course, anything to keep you safe.”

He walked you through his massive mansion, up the stairs and into his bedroom. He set you down gently onto his large bed. The sheets against your bruised skin was like heaven, you’ve never laid on anything softer. “Wait here while I get my medical supplies and something to drink, I shouldn’t be long.” All Might said as he exited the room. You laid in silence, still trying to process everything that had happened. You were mugged, some creep attacked you with a led pipe and took your bag. Good thing All Might showed up when he did, if he was even second later you could have been killed. The thought made you shudder. You looked around his large bedroom which was surprisingly empty. Nothing except a bed, dresser and a TV mounted on the wall. You were still trying to process the fact that you were inside the number one hero’s home. Does he give treatment like this to all civilians he finds injured? Your thoughts were interrupted by All Might entering the room holding a tray with painkillers, bandages, tissues and a tall glass of water. He set the tray down and grabbed the tissues. He lightly brushed the soft paper against the semi dried blood that gushed out of your nose earlier. “Is it broken?” You asked. “No, but pretty close. You’re lucky I showed up.” He said. He sounded stern and a little bit angry. “Here, take these. I’m sure those bruises are hurting.” He said handing you three small pills and a cup of water. Without hesitation you swallowed the pills with a big sip of water. All Might continued to work in silence as he bandaged your hand, suspecting it to be sprained, and cleaning out the scrapes that covered your hands and knees. As he worked you started to feel dizzy. All Might noticed as your wrist went limp in his hand. “Feeling sleepy, y/n?” He asked. “H-how do you know my name.” Your speech was slurred as your body relaxed into his bed. He brought his hand up to your face and caressed your cheek. “Y/n, sweetheart. That’s not important right now. You should rest. I’ll finish patching you up.” Suddenly all the worry you just felt went away as you drifted off. “You’ll be safe here, y/n. Safe with me.” All Might whispered as he gently kissed your forehead. “I’ll be back in about an hour, my dear.” He stood and planted a kiss on your limp hand. He picked up your bag and fished out your keys. He sighed and shrunk down to his small form, leaving his house and catching a taxi.

The blonde hero stood outside your apartment fiddling with your keys, trying to find the one that fit into the keyhole. “Bingo.” He muttered with a smile as a silver key slid in perfectly, unlocking your door. He stepped into the darkened room and inhaled. He couldn’t believe it, he was in your house! It smelled just like you. He rushed to your bedroom excitedly. He stepped inside and grinned. The whole room just screamed “you”. Even your bedsheets reflected you. All Might grabbed a suitcase laying on the floor and began to pack things for you, inspecting every single one. He smelled every shirt and sweater. After a few minutes he closed the suitcase and was about to head to the bathroom to pack more but then he noticed something on the top shelf of your closet. It took no effort for him to grab it, seeing as he was still massive, even in his small form. A small All Might plushie, a soft shade of pink dusted his face as he held the stuffed toy. You were his fan. He toyed with it before gently placing it in the suitcase. He then made his way to the bathroom grabbing your toothbrush and toothpaste placing them in a plastic bag and then inside the suitcase. He pulled his phone out of his pocket to check the time. 9:01. “Shit! They’ll be waking up soon!” He rushed out of your front door, quickly locking it behind him. Once he reached the street he changed back into his muscle form to get to you quicker.

You slowly opened your eyes. You were still in All Might’s house. Why would he keep you here for so long? Footsteps quickly approached the bedroom. You groaned and sat up, still groggy. All Might burst through the door. “Ah you’re up! How did you sleep? Feel better?” He questioned as he rushed to get by your side. “I slept well, and I’m feeling a lot better, thank you.” You smiled. “I should probably start heading home soon though. It’s really late already and I have to work tomorrow.” You swung your legs off the side of the bed and tried to stand. All Might jumped in front, knocking you back onto the bed. “I can’t let you do that, y/n.” You stared up at him, wide-eyed. A pit formed in your stomach. “What the hell do you mean?” You shouted, instantly regretting when you did. “I can’t let you leave. It’s way too dangerous for you out there. I’m the only one who can keep you safe.” You tried to stand again only causing All Might to push you back down. “Please listen to me y/n. I’m doing this to protect you!” You were too scared to move anymore. “Wh-MPH!” All Might pressed his thumb over your lips, shutting you up. “The only place that you’ll be safe is here, with me.” Tears stung the corners of your eyes. He pulled his thumb away, letting you speak. “You’re scaring me.” You whispered. All Might’s face fell. He was scaring you? “Darling, I’m so sorry. I just want to keep you safe! Isn’t that what you want? To be safe? To be with me? I planned everything out! Here, I’ll show you!” He ran out of the bedroom only to return with your suitcase in hand. “I packed all your clothes and I even brought your All Might plush!” He held up the small toy, smiling wide. You started sobbing. “I want to go home. Please just take me home.” You choked. “Darling. I don’t think you’re in the right headspace right now. You’re still a bit woozy from the sleeping pills. You can’t possibly be thinking straight right now. How about you sleep on it again and then we’ll discuss this again in the morning?” He picked your legs up and placed them back on the bed, pulling the soft sheets over top. You were frozen with fear. He kidnapped you. He drugged you. “You’re a monster.” You whispered as he placed a kiss on your forehead. “It might seem that way right now darling but, in time, you’ll see that I’m doing all this for you. We’ll speak more about this tomorrow.” He smiled and left the bedroom, locking you inside. He had you now. And he would never let you go.

(This was so fun !!! Feel free to request as much as you like while they’re open !!)

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wheelsgoroundincircles · 3 years

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Happy 413 day

1965 DODGE CORONET W051 LIGHTWEIGHT

The 1965 NHRA season yielded unprecedented leaps in performance for Chrysler. Previous model years instigated the cubic-inch wars between the competing manufacturers. Chrysler's B and RB engine blocks started with a conservative 350 inches in 1958. By 1962, the wedge had become a race-bred 13.5:1 compression, 420-horse 413

"If you can't beat 'em, outlaw 'em" was the motto painted on the back windows and fenders of Chrysler's sanctioned NHRA racers during the '65 NASCAR season. Chrysler's corporate participation in both national racing bodies had shared budgets and development funds. The tides changed with the introduction of the 426 Hemi at the Daytona Speedway on February 23, 1964, and its subsequent 1-2-3-4 sweep. Chrysler dominated nearly every track, stomping out every competitor with their new elephant engine in 1964. Knowing the other manufacturers couldn't compete on an equal level, the advantageous Hemi was banned the subsequent year. Chrysler withdrew from NASCAR, boycotting the organization completely, and invested all of their efforts into NHRA.

The '65 NHRA season yielded unprecedented leaps in performance for Chrysler. Previous model years instigated the cubic-inch wars between the competing manufacturers. Chrysler's B and RB engine blocks started with a conservative 350 inches in 1958. by 1962, the wedge had become a race-bred 13.5:1 compression, 420-horse 413. The following year brought the Max Wedge up to 426 cubes, making 425 hp at 5,400 rpm. externally identical with its precursor-the 413-the 426 Max Wedge made an indelible mark on the NHRA circuit. Chrysler mated these powerplants to factory lightweight machines. The Dodge 330 and Plymouth Savoy were stripped down to bare bones: no backseat, no armrests, no radio or heater, Lexan windows, aluminum doors, front fenders, hoodscoop, and only single front headlamps.

The NHRA officials had gotten wise to many of the tricks used by the professional racers. Author of The 1965 Dodge and Plymouth Hemi Super Stock Authenticity Guide, Jim Schild tated, "Chrysler's answer to this challenge created some of the most important factory drag race cars ever produced. Late in 1964, production began on the '65 Race Hemi package cars with sale codes of W01 for Dodge and R01 for Plymouth." (On a side note, automotive historians debate over the original coding suffix, between 051 and 01. Historical sources we have found show the 051 code is considered correct by Chrysler's documents.) the '65 factory race cars were completely finished, purpose-built, full-size automobiles built expressly for winning at the drag strip. In lieu of the previously used plastic windows, special chemically-tempered lightweight Corning glass was used in 1965. The rear quarter windows were fixed, thus eliminating the window regulators. Since the NHRA expelled the use of aluminum body panels, Chrysler opted to build the fenders, hood, scoop, and doors out of 0.018-inch steel. The front bumper was made from slightly heavier metal, but, nonetheless, was light. Other reports record bare materials were chemically milled and acid dipped. This eventually became one of the tricks that professional racers used, as well as the factory when they built the altered-wheel-base cars later that season. Chrysler made hundreds of minor modifications to the standard Dodge 330 two-door, including removing the two inboard headlamps, as well as the bulb brackets. A second grille was sacrificed, cutting up the portions of the spare grille to cover the exposed headlamp sockets. Nonadjustable A-100 van seats mounted on aluminum brackets were carried over from the previous year's Super Stock Dodge, as well as the spartan interior accommodations. Chrysler was hoping to get away with weight savings anywhere they could. Dealerships were encouraged to dissuade the average buyers from purchasing the race Hemi cars because they carried no warranty, required continual maintenance, and the 426 Hemi that advertised 425 horses, did in reality, produce somewhere between 540 to 565 hp from the Michigan plant.

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secretsniper2 · 3 years

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Part 4: New Life

You wake after a rough night, tear stained cheeks, your mouth dry and your body aching, blinding back tears you look down your body and see nothing, the contacts doing their job, you can barely see your own breasts. A loud slam as the door at the top of the stairs opens and closes, footsteps as he approaches and stopping at your bed, “awake already cunt? your too eager for the fucking!” blinking back more tears as the blurry figure standing over you grabs your breast and squeezes hard drawing a sharp gasp from your dry lips, his other hand brushing against your delicate nether lips and parts them easily, dragging fingers up your labia forcing moans to burst out your mouth now. Pushing deep a finger plunges into your pussy and moves around inside you, stirring up your insides as if he is looking for something that isn't there

Thrusting harder and harder your hips push up as he finger fucks your pussy, seemingly going deeper with each thrust. “what a needy cunt you have! would you like to cum? would you like this metal shield to come off?” Screaming out at that last part “YES PLEASE!!!” throat almost breaking, your so thirsty, “PLEASE LET ME CUU-!” you break off as your throat gives out as the man flicks the shield sealing your clit away, sending ripples through your entire body as your clit receives some desperate stimulation for the 1st time in what seems like a lifetime. “ill leave it on for now, if your a good slave i may remove it for the night” he says with a smile as he begins to mount your body once again, intent on pumping you full so he has reason to clean you out later.

Cock lining up with your pussy he pushes in hard, lips parting around his member he goes straight to your womb, your head flies back into the mattress as your arousal and mind both soar into the clouds! fucking vigorously as the bed squeaks beneath you both as his cock pulls out and thrusts back in over and over again, your blinking back tears as your teeth seize your lower lip as your pleasure reaches newer heights with no end in sight, the source of your release locked behind a shield and out of sight.

Finally cumming inside your womb the man pulls out of you and stands up at your side, seemingly looking down on his pathetic piece of fuck meat. “ill give you a favour, slave.. “ he says as your face is seized and your eyes forced open. you can see his blurry fingers get closer and peel away the contacts that made seeing impossible from your eyes. Blinking madly your eyes adjust to being useful once again and you look up at the man. Hes tall, long black hair and a beard, his shirt is open revealing a hairy chest with a still hard cock between his legs. Turning away your given a chance to survey your new room, its horrible! a chair sits alone in a corner with a chain dangling from the ceiling and a horribly painful looking dildo sitting on top. Multiple shackles nailed to 1 wall at various distances and heights, likely meant for wrists and ankles, there are nails holding more shackles a foot further across. Various other devices lay around your room, likely inspired from medieval times, a rack and a random barrel surrounded by anchor points, a Sybian which scares you, you tried 1 once and you came hard and it wasn't even on half power, a series of stocks ranging from different sizes with bigger and smaller holes..

The man returns with a trolley, too high for you to see what's on it as he wheels it to your bedside, you know that there's nothing on that trolley that your going to enjoy.. Seemingly on cue the man takes 2 clamps and a series of wires from the table and rests them between your supple breasts, taking a clamp and lowering it on your nipple, he looks into your eyes as you whimper in fear as he releases the clamp and it slams down on your hard nipple, biting deep forcing tears to swell up in your eyes. Blinking as the tears run down your cheeks your greeted with the other clamp held over your other nipple, already knowing how it ends you look into his eyes as he releases it, slamming it down on your nipple and wrenching more tears from your eyes.

Pulling the wire from your cleavage he attaches 1 wire to 1 clamp then the remaining wire to the other clamp and trails the wires up to the trolley top. You hear him push the wires into something but your certain its a electrical device that your going to hate. Shaking your head in frustration your eyes catch something hanging on the wall facing you, its a digital clock, large red numbers showing 09:15 illuminate the surrounding wall in the darkness, at least you will know what time it is as your tortured and raped. Lifting the control box from the trolley its placed on your stomach making it difficult to see as your wired tits are blocking your view.

“lets start with number 3.” you hear him mumble as your nipples begin to tingle with the current being forced from 1 nipple to the other. “number 5? he says and as he pushes the button “ahhh!” it hurt, not not as bad as it will if that was only 5, 5 out of what? “number 9? he says, through your cleavage you can see the button he presses, his thumb hovering over it, looking up a bit you lock eyes with him, with a smile on his face, his thumb drops! “AHHH HA HA! FUCK!” you scream, he held the button down a good 10 seconds, clearly enjoying the setting your on, or perhaps your at max power he pushes again drawing more cries of pain from you, Head launching side on your eyes search for the clock on the wall as he continues pressing that red button, “09:25?.. fuck.

Your nipple torture seems to have lit a light in the mans head, as he pulls the wires free of the clamps and walks away, only to return holding a piercing gun.. Removing your nipple clamps your nipples are lined up and the gun is loaded, a quick shooting pain signals your nipple has a fresh hole that's already filled. Looking down you see a metal bar protruding from your left nipple, you stare in fear as your right nipple is lined up to be pierced, and moments later it looks the same as your left. fresh pain flooding your breasts as blood trickles out of your freshly punctured nipples, cleaned up by the sadistic man, but you wonder why he pierced your nipples so suddenly..

Seeing more wires be placed on your chest your eyes widen as you realize the piercings purpose.. wrapping 2 wires per piercing at each end of the bar your nipples will be filled with their own hellish currents! As his thumb lands on the button you feel a dull current pass through the bar and into your sore nipples, “number 3? he says. Cranking it higher you hear him say “number 7? and you nipples flood with power that makes you moan out loud, it hurts but it also feels good, but you know he isn't planning on making YOU feel good. your confirmed as he says “number 10? and as he pushes the button you scream out in pain as your nipples begin to course with electricity, too strong to be pleasurable!

“number 13..” he says and your eyes shoot down to meet his gaze, as he hits the button your head launches back once again as your lungs draw in air and you scream “FUUUUUUUCKKK!! STOP PLEASE!!” and he does, only to press it for a second to make you scream for that second, making him laugh you hear 2 more clicks and a “number 15? and once again your button is pressed. Higher number but not that big a leap, your ready for most of the pain but not all, your mouth tears open again as you scream out “NO MORE PLEASE!!” and after a hellish 8 seconds he stops. your head falls to the side and your eyes lock to the clock, 09:58.. worst morning ever..

“Number 20? and it just got worse! eyes tearing off the clock and visually stabbing the man in his eyes you can only meet him for a heartbeat then the button is pressed and your eyes shoot into your own head, “AHHHHH FUUUUUUUUCK NOOOOOOO!! you shriek! your back arching painfully as your body does everything it can to fight the pain and free your nipples, but bound as tight as you are your efforts are reduced to a pathetic jerking motion.

Clearly having fun with your poor nipples he continues to press a number 20 on your body, holding you in that hellish place for ages, or so it seems. Shaking eyes roll down to find the clock and your shrieking only grows as you see the time.. 10:01.. its only been 3 minutes and it feels like hours.. Tears flood down your cheeks as you look back at the source of your hell, smile still plastered on his face as he pushes the button again, pulling more screams from your mouth! Your eyes still locked on his own you beg and beg with all your might hoping that it'll sway him so he will stop tormenting your nipples. and after 1 final minute long press of the button, the wires are removed from your freshly pierced and throbbing nipples..

Returning to the trolley the man picks up a rather large dildo and pushes the head of it against your tight ass, you clench in denial but there's little your ass can do to stop him with your legs bound wide open, soon enough he fills your ass painfully with a solid cock, pushing it deeper inside you and finally letting it rest in your already sore ass. A long, thin, ribbed vibrator is pulled off the trolley and with a smile he sits between your spread legs. you expect him to insert the uselessly small toy in your wet pussy but you jump as its your urethra that gets the tip.. ”OH GOD NO NOT THERE PLEASE!!” you scream! no longer seeming too small, its turned into a monster that will tear you apart on entry! dipping it inside your pussy to lubricate the toy its then pushed slowly inside your pee hole.

Pushing harder and harder the vibrator slides painfully inside you, stretching you wide around the monster toy you can feel every bump along its surface as it continues its penetration, at last you feel it reach the end, his thumb brushing against your pussy, you now have the entire length inside your urethra. Hearing a light click your rewarded with a strong buzz in a place you have never considered being stimulated, its strong and easily takes your mind off the pain, your hips begin thrusting dully as the man pushes his still hard cock back into your pussy. eye zipping to the clock 10:30..

Fucking hard inside your pussy like a madman you hear him grunting into your ear “fucking hell cunt, i can feel the buzzing from in here! must make you feel good!” he isn't wrong.. your pussy is gushing from the stimulation, its incredible your only sad it isn't making you cum, each time the man slams into your pussy your shield takes the blow, protecting your desperate cum button from being hit! Dumping another load inside your pussy you reel from the stimulation, legs pulling uselessly against the bindings that pin you to your bed, you have never wanted to cum this badly in a long time, though you have never intentionally kept yourself on the edge of release for days on end before.. “please let me cum..” you cry out through a flood of tears “i cant take it anymore..”

Feeling the shield blocking your clit get pulled away you moan loudly, the air hitting your little bud you look at the man expecting him to pinch or twist your clit to make you cum through pain, but as he holds up the piercing gun your eyes almost shoot out of their sockets “NO PLEASE NOT THERE!! NOT MY CLIT PLEASE!!!” you scream! not interested in your complaints or begging he plants himself back between your wide open thighs and leans in close to your helpless clit, you can feel his hot breath blowing against your little nub as tears stream down your face in fear of what's to come..

Nuzzling your swelling clit with the tip of the gun you hear him whisper “lets see if you can cum from this..” and as you look down between your breasts at the man you hear a loud *clunk* and a stabbing pain, your clit now has a friend, and your mind is screaming! Breaking into tears over the pain, your clit throbbing with a mix of unending arousal and a flood of pain, your ass and urethra still buzzing wildly serving as a minor distraction to the pain, then you see a piece of metal in his hands with some weird things inside it, he brings it closer for you to see.

“its your new shield, ill put it on you later” he says with a grin, “oh fuck no…” you whisper, its got 2 hooks, likely to attach to your new piercing at the sides, the centre is covered in tiny rubber spikes, they are all going to land right against the tip of your clit, and every move you make is going to drawn them back and forth across your sensitive button, its going to feel incredible but if your forced to walk around alot, you wont be able to stop cumming no matter how tired you get.. Placing your new shield at the foot of the bed, likely so to not misplace it, your pussy is invaded by another dildo, large and ribbed “for your pleasure” he says with a laugh, pushing it deep into your womb he clicks it to life, now all 3 of your holes are filled with buzzing toys, and you cant cum..

Grabbing something new from the table he closes in on your face, most likely to use whatever it is on you. not wanting to go blind again you slam your eyes shut to keep the contacts out, only to have your jaw grabbed and pulled open and a ring inserted behind your teeth, pulling it up your mouth opens wider and wider until its physically impossible to open your mouth any further. Your tongue pushes against the ring only to find its lodged in place, its not going to budge, with your mouth now free for use your chest is straddled and his cock pushes once again inside your mouth and down your throat, with the stimulation your receiving your forced to moan onto his cock as he puts 2 loads of cum down your throat as he holds your head close with each shot.

Taking his cock out your head drops to the side, 11:20, time flies when your getting fucked. “i got some errands to run and a few things to pick up so ill leave you with something to do!” he says as he unlocks your feet and your wrists, locking your hands in front of you. Pulling you off the bed by your hands your led around a corner and taken to a iron horse.. the wedge on the top looks both dull and sharp at the same time. your wrists are chained over your head and the chain pulls you closer to the horse, he lifts you up and your pussy rests on the iron wedge at the top, your lips parting and your clit almost slicing into the wedge. Crying out in pain you know that begging gets you nowhere, even so your mouth gets a ballgag to go with the ring holding your mouth open. The man bends under the horse and attaches something to your ankle, then your other ankle, pulling your legs up you find it was a spreader bar, though your legs are already spread it now serves to keep you seated. another clock is in front of you 11:25 on the front, you notice it has 4 screws in the front, at 12,3,6 and 9, each with wires leading to the horse, the long hand on the clock has a wire of its own, with a piece of metal at its tip. “every 15 minutes your going to get a treat. don't cum too hard you desperate cunt!” as he watches the clock in front of you. tick tick tick tick you watch in horror as the hand gets closer and closer until 11:30..

Your pussy and ass course with high voltage as your shriek through the gag, tears rush down your face as your mind races with sensations of pure pain and pleasure! but no orgasm! the pain keeps her denied now! a moment of sensations then 15 hellish minutes of anticipation. “ill be back in a few hours!” he says drawing another scream from your lips. Hearing him walk upstairs and slamming the door and the faint sound of the bookshelf sliding over the doorway, your isolated and in a lot of trouble. Eyes locking to the clock, its already 11:43! you moan and scream but its no use and you know it. tick tick tick goes the close till inevitably your body is assaulted with more electricity! your captor just left and you can barely take anymore!!

Your eyes glance back to the clock 01:28. you brace for another round of hell when you hear something! the door opens and closes and footsteps as he walks down the stairs! Just as his foot lands on the ground 01:30 and your body convulses and you scream in pain as he laughs! “fuck! nice timing huh cunt! so did you cum or not?!” he said as he walks over to your shaking body. “i asked you a question slave, did you cum?!” “MNNN!” is all you can manage but it gets the point across, you couldn't cum once.. Switching off the device your taken over to another device and strapped down, a long dildo pushes effortlessly into your pussy, ass and urethra as you groan out loud, still delirious from the previous torture. mentally gathering yourself you look at your new torture tool.

Eyes shooting open you realize you just got strapped onto a Sybian.. your going to cum hard on this, and the man isn't likely to keep you on ¼ power! so you'll keep cumming till you faint! trying desperately to get off the device your completely restrained on its evil seat! locking your arms behind your back your shown the remote to your new seat. Clicking it to life your rewarded with a soft hum as it roars to life, watching the remote as your captor rotates the dial to half way in a single go you cum instantly! and again and again! constantly orgasming your head launches back as you scream into your gag!

Pulling your head by the hair back to face the control you watch as he ramps you up again to ¾ power and your body convulses harder than it did on the horse! constant streams of cum leak out of your pussy as your orgasms have combined into 1 constant orgasm, no end in sight, the only thing in sight is the controls as he maxes the sybian out, your orgasms now coming every single second! blinking tears out of your eyes you begin to see spots in your vision, each orgasm adds a new dot to slowly block your vision. It isn't long until the pleasure has rendered your eyes useless due to the dots and you black out finally!

Waking up rebound to your bed, pussy still shaking from the orgasmic onslaught your eyes slowly turn to the clock on the wall, 05:47, your glad you blacked out from that, you know you would have gone insane from the orgasms if you were awake. Hearing something in your head you find you have earbuds in your ears, and something holding them in place, its a white noise, nothing more, at least you hope. Waking up further you find your 3 lower holes have been refilled with buzzing toys and your clit has its old shield back in place. Hearing your captor returning you look over and see through the haze you can see a hose, cleaning time.. fuck. your pussy is emptied and then refilled with the cold hard cock designed for 1 thing, and sure enough your pussy is flooded with cold water, fucking you hard with it your womb is washed clean of all the cum he's loaded into your pussy today. Shaking from the internal wash, your pussy is refilled with its toy and a latex hood is pulled over your head, leaving only your eyes exposed. Your going to learn how to live with your new life you have now. its going to be long and hard but you'll learn to love it eventually.

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mostlysignssomeportents · 3 years

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Ant, Uber, and the true nature of money

The US election news has largely overshadowed a seismic moment in global finance: Ant, a fintech company that spun out of Alibaba/Alipay, was scheduled to have the world's largest IPO, topping even Aramco, the Saudi sovereign wealth fund.

Then Chinese regulators canceled it.

As Yves Smith writes in her excellent Naked Capitalism breakdown, the consensus narrative on this is capricious Chinese regulators changed their minds and jerked the rug out from under Ali's billionaire owner Jack Ma.

The reality is a lot chewier.

https://www.nakedcapitalism.com/2020/11/china-takes-step-against-securitization-consumer-borrowing-with-suspension-of-ant-ipo.html

To understand it, you need to understand the difference between the Chinese and American "money story." In the US, there is widespread, unquestioning faith in the fairytale that money predates the state and is separate from it.

In this story, people come together to trade but are plagued by disparate goods: if I want to pay for your chickens with a cow, how do you make change? They spontaneously decide that something (gold?) is money and price their cows and chicks in it.

Then, governments come along tax our gold away, and then to add insult to injury, governments abandon gold and insist that paper is as good as gold, print too much of it and crash the economy!

This probably sounds familiar to you, but it's just not true.

The actual historical reality, supported by history, archaeology and anthropology, is that governments created money by creating tax. The first "money" was the Babylonian ledgers that recorded how much of their crops farmers owed to the state and their creditors.

Money took a leap forward with imperial conquest: emperors solved the logistical problem of feeding and billeting their occupying soldiers by charging the occupied a tax that had to be paid for in coins stamped with the emperor's head.

They paid the soldiers in these coins, and demanded that their conquered populations somehow get the coins in order to pay their tax, with violent consequences if the tax wasn't paid. So the people sold food and other necessities to soldiers to get the coins.

Money, in other words, is how states provision themselves, and it derives its value from the fact that you have to pay your taxes in it. Governments spend money into existence by buying labor and goods from the public, and then tax it out of existence once a year.

The money the government spends, but does not tax, is the public's money - the money left over for us to transact. All the money in circulation is the sum total of all the money the government spent but didn't tax - that is, the government's deficit is the public's asset.

When governments run "balanced budgets" (or budget surpluses), they remove money from the economy, leaving the public with less to spend. That can be a good thing - a way to fight inflation, which is when too much money chases too few assets.

Low government spending slows growth by taking away the private sector's ability to spend. When the private sector is at full employment, when it is buying all the stuff that's for sale, you need to do something to keep inflation at bay.

During WWII, the USG competed with the private sector for stuff and labor. Uncle Sam spent lots of new money into existence, paying people to build munitions - but then convinced people to buy war bonds, burying that new money for years to come.

https://www.nakedcapitalism.com/2019/07/taxes-for-revenue-are-obsolete.html

But when governments run so lean that there isn't enough money in the economy for the private sector to buy the stuff it needs, it seeks out other forms of money, like bank loans (which generate interest income for shareholders - one reason the market likes austerity).

In theory, bank lending is tightly regulated. Banks are the government's fiscal agents, creatures of the state, only able to trade because of a government charter. But when there isn't enough money in the system, unregulated banks spring into existence.

Another word for "unregulated bank" is "fintech" (h/t Riley Quinn).

And now we're back to China and the money story. Chinese finance regulators have always treated money as a public utility, to be spent or withdrawn to accomplish public purposes.

During the country's rapid industrialization, regulators loosened the flow of money to allow for rapid capacity-building, directing the country's productive capacity to building factories that would multiply that capacity.

But when they shut off the spigot and told factory owners that their future growth would come from making and selling things, the wealthy rebelled and sought out money from unlicensed banks or banks that were willing to break the rules.

This led to a string of subprime debt crises over the past five years, as regulators crushed these wildcat money-creators as fast as they popped up.

https://www.bloomberg.com/opinion/articles/2016-02-17/china-s-600-billion-subprime-crisis-is-already-here

China's 1% fought back. They emigrated:

https://www.macrobusiness.com.au/2012/08/rich-chinese-flee/

They used cryptocurrency (aka fintech) to evade capital controls, inflating the Bitcoin price-bubble and the Vancouver/Sydney/etc real-estate price bubble as they laundered their money and stashed it in safe-deposit boxes in the sky:

https://www.ft.com/content/bad16a88-d6fd-11e6-944b-e7eb37a6aa8e

As China's shadow economy ballooned it also grew in criminality. There was the wave of Chinese debt-kidnappings, which became so widespread that hostage-taking was described as "China's small claims court."

https://foreignpolicy.com/2017/08/08/chinas-police-think-hostages-arent-their-problem/

No wonder regulators fought back.

China's regulators didn't win a decisive victory, but they retained enormous control over their money-supply, and that REALLY paid off when the pandemic hit and they suspended all debts, rents, and taxes and mothballed the entire productive economy.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/09/01/cant-pay-wont-pay/#jubilee-now

Contrast with the US where the finance sector is an industry, not a public utility. Finance flexed its political muscle and diverted nearly the whole stimulus to itself, then crushed the productive economy by demanding debt service and rents.

https://www.nakedcapitalism.com/2020/09/michael-hudson-how-an-act-of-god-pandemic-is-destroying-the-west-the-u-s-is-saving-the-financial-sector-not-the-economy.html

The ability to use finance as a utility is one of China's crucial assets, and it defends that asset ferociously. And THAT'S why the Ant IPO got killed. Ant's major source of income is short-term, high-interest lending, what Chinese regulators call "pawnbrokering."

China's pawnbrokers are a $43B shadow banking sector, and the country's regulators have been cracking down on them for the past year.

https://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2019-03-12/china-is-said-to-scrutinize-43-billion-pawn-shop-lending-boom

$43B is a drop in the bucket of China's shadow economy (valued at $9T!), but it has real metastatic potential.

Ant's innovation is to fintechify the pawnbroker industry, by tying it to apps (on the front end) and to a US-style debt-brokerage (on the back end).

IOW: Ant's business model is that desperate people use an app to request and quickly receive high-risk, high-interest loans.

Then Ant sells the loans to "investors" (AKA "securitization"). Converting debts into income streams for third parties is the true basis of the finance industry. It's the means by which socially useless intermediaries extract ever-mounting rents from the productive economy.

And as Smith writes in her breakdown, the fact that Chinese finance regulators weren't going to let Ant explode his mass-scale, app-based payday-lending pawnbrokerage is not a surprise. They've been telling Jack Ma this for MONTHS, publicly and privately.

Ma thought he could simply bull his way past the Chinese regulators - that because he runs Alibaba and its subsidiaries, that they would defer to him. But the whole point of a finance regulator is NOT to let the finance sector write its own rules.

That's because bankers will cheerfully set the whole economy on fire to turn a buck (see, e.g., America).

Ant was on track for the largest IPO in world history due to investors' appetite for converting Chinese money from a public utility to a private enrichment vehicle.

So yeah, you're goddamned right the Chinese regulator wasn't going to let him do it. Their whole JOB is to not let him do it.

If you read this far, you may be asking yourself why, if governments don't need taxes to fund programs, they bother to tax at all?

There are two important reasons. The first is to fight inflation, by removing existing money from circulation so that when the government spends new money into existence to pay for the things it needs, that money isn't bidding against the existing supply.

But the other reason is to deprive the wealthy of the power that money brings, lest they use that power to pervert policy. Jack Ma's billions are what got him to the brink of a disastrous IPO for his unregulated bank.

And the US election demonstrates just how badly public policy fares when concentrated money is brought to bear on it for parochial purposes. Take Prop 22, the California ballot initiative to allow Uber and Lyft to misclassify their employees as independent contractors.

No on Prop 22 is a no-brainer. Vast numbers of gig workers are full-time employees, not contractors, and Lyft and Uber and other gig economy companies have pioneered labor misclassification as a tactic for paying literal starvation wages.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/10/14/final_ver2/#prop-22

And yet, Prop 22 passed, thanks to the largest-ever spending on any ballot initiative in California history: $205 million ($628,854/day!), spent pn 19 PR firms (including Big Tobacco's cancer-denial specialists).

https://jacobinmag.com/2020/11/proposition-22-california-uber-lyft-gig-employee/

The spend included a bribe to the NAACP Chair's consultancy that made sub-minimum wage jobs with no benefits for people of color (the majority of gig workers) seem like a blow for racial justice.

All told, Uber/Lyft's campaign outspent 49 out of 53 CA House races COMBINED.

And it was a bargain. Lyft and Uber have stolen $413m from California's employment insurance fund since 2014 - and that's just one cost they ducked through this victory. Far more important are the savings they'll realize on worker safety and job-related death claims.

The gig economy companies are the epitome of the financial economy destroying the productive economy. None of these companies turn a profit, after all - all they do is destroy actual, profitable businesses.

Currently the entire restaurant sector is being laid to waste by Postmates and Uber Eats (even as both lose vast sums):

https://pluralistic.net/2020/09/19/we-are-beautiful/#man-in-the-middle

And the workers who lost out with Prop 22 are being "chickenized" - having all the risk of operating a business shifted onto their side of the ledger:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/07/14/poesy-the-monster-slayer/#stay-on-target

(No surprise, one of Prop 22's signature achievements was denying workers the right to unionize).

The desperation of chickenized workers is downright dystopian:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/09/02/free-steven-donziger/#phone-trees

and chickenization (not automation) is the major cause of falling wages:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/06/17/on-face-interaction/#zombie-robots

Lyft, Uber, Postmates, and the whole gamut of gig economy companies are all haemorrhaging money. Uber alone lost $4.7B in the first half of 2020. That's how you can tell they aren't tech companies: tech companies profited during the pandemic.

Gig-economy companies aren't part of the productive economy - they're part of the finance economy. They rely on investors, not profits from delighted customers, to stay afloat. They make nothing. They destroy everything: workers' lives, productive businesses.

They will never be profitable. Ever.

Take Uber. The company only exists because the Saudi royals amassed so much money that they could bend reality. The "Saudi Vision 2030" plan calls for the creation of new sources of post-oil wealth.

To that end, the Saudis have poured money into the Softbank VC fund, which then supported global-scale, money-losing, predatory businesses in the hopes of securing a monopoly (or, failing that, unloading the company onto dazzled suckers).

When the company IPOed last year, it had already lost $10b. It loses $0.41 on every dollar you spend on your fare. And yet, the Saudis got away clean, off the backs of investors who assumed that a pile of shit this big must have a pony under it somewhere.

Some believed the company's lies about the imminence of self-driving cars. Uber is not going to make a self-driving car.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/09/30/death-to-all-monopoly/#pogo-stick-problem

Some believed the company's lies about profitability via growth. It can't grow to profitability. By its own disclosures, profitability depends on every public transit system in the world shutting down and being replaced by Ubers. #Nagahappen.

https://48hills.org/2019/05/ubers-plans-include-attacking-public-transit/

The Saudi strategy - and its punishing, economy-destroying reality-distortions - are exemplary of what happens when government let too much money accumulate in unaccountable, private hands. Prop 22 will kill and starve workers, and the public will pick up the pieces.

The businesses that profit from these deaths and immiseration will fail anyway, but not before their major backers and top execs make hundreds of millions or billions.

Recall: the Ant IPO was set to smash the existing record: Saudi Aramco (AKA the money behind Uber).

Meanwhile, all the blood and treasure squandered on Prop 22 - the $205m spent on the Yes side, the $20 spent by unions on the No side - won't save Uber or other gig economy companies.

Not only are they bleeding money, but as Edward Ongweso Jr explains, "Uber is losing legal challenges in France, Britain, Canada, Italy," turning drivers into employees or allowing "lawsuits reclassifying them as such."

https://www.vice.com/en/article/3annmb/proposition-22-passes-in-california-but-uber-and-lyft-are-only-delaying-the-inevitable

And other US states - NY, MA, NJ - are working to end the misclassification of Uber drivers and other gig workers.

Permitting Uber and other gig economy companies to flout the law did not make the economy better. All it did was transfer more money to the wealthy.

And the money they wealthy amass is converted to political power, usurping money's role as a public utility and converting it to a means to seek private gains at public expense.

#pluralistic

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secretsniper3 · 3 years

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Part 4: New Life

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histoireettralala · 4 years

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Desaix: a companion for Bonaparte and "A star for Auvergne"

With a statue on Place de Jaude, a sculpture and two paintings on display at the Roger Quilliot Art Museum, General Desaix is a key figure in Clermont-Ferrand. These works of art allow us to better appreciate his history.

Posted on 01/05/2020 at 08:34 • Updated on 12/06/2020 at 10:29

On the Place de Jaude in Clermont-Ferrand, a modest bronze figure of Desaix points to the direction of a fiery Vercingetorix on horseback. It is a bit Desaix' story in works of art: the story of his death serves to showcase Bonaparte's glory.

The painting "The Battle of Marengo" by Jean Godefroy was purchased in 2016. An investment of ten thousand euros that the museum did not hesitate to pay. Justine Bouju is scientific officer of the collections at the Roger Quilliot Art Museum; for the museum team, this historical figure is essential: "In Auvergne, Desaix is the local star. Every time we see by chance an element on Desaix, we try to buy it. The opportunity makes the purchase. We do documentary vigils for our purchasing leads, we list hundreds of works, we do not even buy 5% of what we look. The battle of Marengo was expensive but it was within our acquisition budget. "

"He was the man of sacrifice"

The character was embellished by Napoleonic legend and his popularity came from the way he died. He is the hero of the Battle of Marengo and in Godefroy's painting he dies in the foreground facing the majesty of Napoleon Bonaparte perched on his horse. On the left of the painting, he is dying while sitting. Faithful Desaix dies in the shadows to emphasize that he did not fight for his personal glory. This is how the famous historian Michelet describes him in his History of the Revolution: "Desaix was the man of sacrifice, who, for himself, always wanted duty, and glory never, who gave it to others, and even at the expense of his life; a righteous man, a hero, a saint, the blameless Desaix. "

This young general, born in 1768 at the castle of Ayat, in Ayat-sur-Sioule (Puy-de-Dôme), became an officer at the age of fifteen and a major general at the age of twenty-six. In 1800, at age 32, he took command of two divisions in the Army of Italy. In Marengo in Piedmont, he succeeded in a tour de force: while the French armies were in difficulty against the Austrians, Desaix led the attack on horseback and managed to turn the situation around. He died bravely, with a bullet to the heart, under the orders of Bonaparte to whom he wrote before the Italian campaign: "Order me to join you, general or soldier, I don't care, as long as I fight next to you. A day without serving the country is a day cut off from my life. "

"A giant who towered over thousands of soldiers"

The two other works in the museum also represent him at the time of his death, but in the presence of his horse. The life-size sculpture by Joseph Chinard which is in the entrance to the museum was commissioned by the city of Clermont-Ferrand in 1800 just after Desaix's death. The winner of Marengo already fallen to the ground is lying flat, his back on the barrel of a cannon. One of his hands still holds the bit of the half-prancing horse, the other rests inert, engaged in the handle of the saber.

The large-format painting produced by Jean-Baptiste Regnault in 1810 is a deposit of the Louvre museum. Regnault represented General Desaix on a chestnut horse with a frightened look. His face is pale and blood is flowing from his chest. To maintain his balance, he clings with his right hand to the mane of his mount. At his feet, a soldier comes to support him.

These two works in which Desaix is the main subject illustrate the greatness of this warrior, reaped in the middle of a battle. It is the image of the death of the valiant officer of which General Ambert speaks, who has rubbed shoulders with him in many battles: "Desaix rushed ahead of all, extending his right arm, showing the enemy, rising on his stirrups, making his horse leap. His long hair fluttered in the wind, his loose tie fluttered in the air and the studious and learned little man became a giant towering over thousands of soldiers. " Because despite his bravery, Desaix was a man an inch shorter than Napoleon who was not known for his height.

This is it for the works of art permanently in view of the public. But the museum has other treasures, as Justine Bouju confides: "It's a bit the tip of the iceberg. We have a lot of items in reserve, letters, costumes, engravings, documents that are too fragile to be exposed for a long time, it is an important part of our collection. "

These treasures were bequeathed to the museum by the family of Molen, Desaix' heirs. In addition to letters and documents, there are a few items. A pair of pistols decorated with inlaid silver and copper wire. A standard taken by Desaix from Mourad-Bey, leader of the Mamluks, during the Egyptian campaign. Finally, a steel and gold dagger on which an inscription mentions the capture of Malta, the Battle of the Pyramids and the Battle of Sédiman. It was given to Desaix by Bonaparte himself for his military exploits and we find a trace of this gift in the correspondence between the two men: "It is owed to your good dispositions and your constancy in fatigue; receive, pray, this weapon as a proof of my esteem and the good friendship that I have vowed to you. "

The heroic death of this general was his moment of glory. The national impact of the victory that Bonaparte owed him at Marengo allowed him to be immortalized by many artists of the time. And of course, Auvergne museums are fond of these historical paintings. The Riom museum also has in its collections elements that maintain the legend of General Desaix. Desaix attended the Royal Military School of Effiat in the Puy-de-Dôme and as part of the visit to the Château d'Effiat, an exposition is dedicated to the Royal School. It contains numerous archives, letters and weapons, some of which belonged to the hero of Marengo.

Author: Valérie Mathieu

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#napoleonic #newletters articles #museums and expositions #louis charles antoine desaix #translation is mine

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Virago: 01. The Ground

Summary: Y/N was sent to the ground after spending five years in the Skybox for stealing medical supplies and murder. How will she deal with her new environment and learn to survive on earth? Will she crack under the pressure of becoming a leader of the 100 or will she embrace it.

Post Date: 04.06.20

Word count: 2.9k

Based off: 01x01 “Pilot”

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Reader

00. The Skybox (recommend reading before this part)

Masterlist

You were sitting on your bed reading a book that was left to you from your parents. Council member Marcus Kane, visited each month to bring you one as well as try to get to know you better. All of a sudden your cell door opens and two guards walk in.

“Prisoner 445, move to the wall,” One of the guards said to you.

“I don’t get reviewed for another 2 days,” You say moving, not wanting to get shocked.

They stick a silver wristband on your right wrist and start to push you out of your cell. As you are escorted out, you notice all of the teenagers getting moved from their cells. A few doors down from your own you see Abby Griffin talking with her daughter, Clarke Griffin. You overhear something about the earth but was dragged away before you could hear anymore. The guards take you into a Dropship of some sort and force you into a seat. You watch as all the kids were forced to sit in their seats, a few fighting back.

“Hi! I’m Octavia Blake.” The brown-haired girl said as she was sat next to you.

“Y/N Y/L/N. What were you put away for?” You ask her.

Octavia is silent for a bit before she talks, “I was born. You?”

“Stealing extra medicine for my mom when she was sick and assaulting a guard,” You respond, even though that was slightly a lie. Soon enough you felt the jolt as the ship undocked from the Ark and a video of Chancellor Jaha explaining what’s happening appeared on the screens around the Dropship. You look over to see a kid floating around.

“Spacewalk bandit strikes again,” A kid somewhere on the ship yells. And many others yelling words of encouragement to the kid known as Finn.

"How are we supposed to survive with this stupidity,” You scoff, turning to Octavia. She just shrugs back in response. All of a sudden even louder crashes started coming from the Dropship and then nothing.

“Listen. No machine hum.” A kid from behind says. We all start unbuckling from our seats and head down to the lower level. As you’re climbing down from the ladder you see Clarke, Octavia and a tall dark-haired guy in a guard uniform, talking by the door.

“Do you mind? I haven’t seen my brother in a year” Octavia states to Clarke. You jump down from the ladder but can’t see anything so you push yourself to the front. The next thing you know, Octavia’s brother opens the gate, flooding a bright blinding light into the Dropship. Octavia jumps onto the ground, taking a deep breath of the fresh earth air and screams “We’re back bitches!” And everyone starts running out into the lush green forest.

When you imagined earth, you thought of a grey and brown desolate area, not a green paradise. You never imagined in your lifetime that you would be on earth, feeling the warmth of the sunlight on your skin, the grittiness of the dirt under your feet and the wind through your hair. You walked around touching the plants that scattered the ground, not wanting this feeling of euphoria to end.

“I have never seen anything more beautiful in my entire life, ” You say walking up to Clarke. She picks up a map and walks over to a clearing.

“What’s up?” You ask following her but getting no response.

“Why so serious, Princess? It’s not like we died in a fiery explosion. Y/N.” You hear a voice behind you say.

“Try telling that to the two guys who tried to follow you out of their seats” Clarke snaps back.

You just looked at Finn shrugging and began to tune them out and just take in the scenery. When you tune back into their conversation, you hear Clarke mention that we were nowhere near Mount Weather, which is where we were supposed to be dropped.

“So we have a radiation-soaked forest between us and our next meal, huh?” You respond looking at the mountain in the distance.

“Yep, they dropped us on the wrong damn mountain” Clarke responds. You walk back to the Dropship with Clarke but instead of worrying about what to do next and wander over to Octavia.

“Oh, Bell this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Bellamy. My brother” Octavia says happily.

“I’ve heard so much about you. Or at least the rumors. Nice to meet you.” Bellamy introduces himself.

“Well, I haven’t heard much about you,” You say looking at Octavia, even though you just met her and her brother. “But it’s nice to meet you.” you laugh. Bellamy starts to pay attention to the conversation going on between Clarke and Wells.

“We’re on the ground. That’s not good enough for you?” He interrupts.

“We need to find Mount Weather. You heard my father’s message. That has to be our first priority.” Wells states.

“Screw your father. What, you think you’re in charge here, you and your little Princess?” Octavia taunts shifting her eyes over to Clarke.

“Come on, let’s just enjoy our freedom first. Then we can go to Mount Weather and get supplies.” You say trying to not take sides.

Clarke tries to convince the other kids to agree with her to go and get supplies but Bellamy says that Clarke and Wells should go as they are privileged. You’re surprised that he doesn’t mention you since your father was a Council member. But you guess that since you were locked up so long, you weren’t considered privileged anymore. Many of the kids around you agree with Bellamy. The kid Murphy starts to pick a fight with Wells for trying to tell everyone to go to Mount Weather. But Finn gets between them in order to give Wells a fair fight or to stop things from getting out of hands.

“Just leave it, Murphy, we don’t need your shit,” You snark from the sidelines. He tries to go for you but Finn stops him from leaping towards you. Murphy pushes Finn off of him and walks away. You start to bring things from the Dropship outside but get distracted by the conversation going on between Clarke and Finn about taking the wristbands off.

“Hey Octavia, be careful out there,” You tell her. She looks back and nods to you before she walks off with Clarke, Finn, Monty, and Jasper. You continue to unpack items from the Dropship until Bellamy walks up to you.

“Hey, you should relax and enjoy this. Like you said.” He says behind you.

“I’ll enjoy this, even more, when I have a semi-comfortable place to sleep,” You state looking back at him and walking back to the Dropship.

“You’ve got a point,” He follows you. When you get close enough you notice writing on the Dropship “First Son, First to dye”. You laugh at the spelling, even though you were locked up for so long you knew it was spelled wrong. Wells drops some wood down as Murphy starts to converse with him. Wells walks away purposely bumping into Murphy’s shoulder as you and Bellamy get to the Dropship.

“If you’re gonna kill someone, it’s probably best not to announce it,” Bellamy remarks from your side, you snicker.

“You’re not really a member of the guard, are you?” Murphy questions Bellamy.

“No. The real guard will be here soon unless we stop it. You don’t actually think they’re gonna forgive your crimes. Even if they do, then what? Guys like us, we’re gonna become model citizens now, get jobs. If we’re lucky, maybe pick up their trash?” He responds.

“You got a point?” Murphy’s little sidekick, John Mbege, questions.

“Well, why help the Ark when they locked us up?” You ask.

“The hell we are,” Mbege says in response.

“You’re wearing those bracelets, aren’t you? Right now, those things are telling them whether or not it’s safe to follow us down.” Bellamy states.

“Okay. You said we could stop it. How?” Murphy asks.

“Well, if we take them off. The Ark will believe that it's not safe to follow, right?” You say slightly questioning if that’s where he was getting at.

“Right, and if we do, I mean, what’s in it for us?” Murphy asks.

“Someones gotta help me run things,” Bellamy states walking away, pulling you with him.

“So you wanna help me?” He asks looking you straight in the eyes.

“Well, that depends,” you respond smirking back at him.

“On what entirely?” He asks.

“On if you really need me. I mean, you’ve got Murphy and Mbege. So why do you need me?” You ask walking back to your pile of stuff.

“I think people will get behind me if you’re on my side. You are the girl who killed three guards, right?” He responds. You stop in your tracks annoyed at the fact that he brought that up and walk back up to him.

“What does that have to do with anything? What, you think that they’ll follow out of fear of me? It’s just a rumor,” You whisper defensively and walk away, leaving him standing alone.

A couple of hours go by as you start to set up your own little sleeping area. You hear footsteps coming up behind you, knowing it could only be one person. “What do you want Bellamy?” You ask annoyed.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought that up, clearly, I struck a chord. You and the Council are the only ones that know the truth. But that rumor everyone hears may still help, regardless if its true or not. Anyways, I really do need someone other than Murphy and Mbege. So if you are really are up for it, then here,” Bellamy says, dropping some stick on the ground and starts to walk away.

“I’m sorry for snapping. It's just a very touchy subject. I don’t really have anyone up there that I want to come down, so I'll help you. But we’re not using that rumor as a way to strike fear into anyone or whatever, ” You say walking up to him, handing the stick back and holding your right wrist out. He smiles and takes the stick from you and starts to pry the wristband off. Once the band was off your wrist felt much better.

“So, what’s the first step, to keep people from the Ark coming down?” You ask Bellamy while you rub where the wristband was.

“Well, first we have to get people to take their wristbands off. I’ll go let the John’s know what's up.” Bellamy responds.

Eventually, you gave up trying to set up a private-ish place to sleep since you would’ve needed someone's help to set the tent up and stuff and no one seemed to care. You ended up taking all of the sleeping stuff back inside the Dropship. At least you have somewhere to sleep. You spent a few more hours talking to the other kids and getting them to agree to take their wristbands off. Once the sun had set, Bellamy, the Johns, and you met up and started to gather the people around a fire. The John’s began taking the kid’s wristbands off and throwing them into the fire. Once the first person had their wristband taken off, cheers and whoops filled the air. They continued to do so until Well’s walked up asking what was going on.

“What the hell are you doing?” Wells questions

“Just leave it,” You whisper to Bellamy but he doesn’t listen.

“We’re liberating ourselves. What does it look like?” Bellamy responds defensively.

“It looks like you're trying to get us all killed. The communication system is dead. These wristbands are all we got. Take them off, and the Ark will think we're dying, that it's not safe for them to follow.”

“That's the point, Chancellor. We can take care of ourselves, can't we?!” Bellamy says as the other kids around agree. You started to tune out the conversation until you heard Wells state, “My father didn't write the laws.”

“He may have not written them, but he enforced them,” You protest back, crossing your arms.

“So did your father, when he was on the Council,” You hear the kids around you murmur confused.

“Yes. He did. Until your father didn’t let them save my mom, floated my father and locked me up for trying! You don’t get to say that Wells, I’m not privileged like you. Not for five years. Down here we have free will, we don’t have to listen to what they want anymore.”

“Here, there are no laws. Here, we do whatever the hell we want whenever the hell we want. Now, you don't have to like it, Wells. You can even try to stop it or change it, kill me. You know why? Whatever the hell we want.” Bellamy says agreeing with me.

The crowd began to erupt into a chant, “ Whatever the hell we want! Whatever the hell we want! Whatever the hell we want!”

All of a sudden we heard thunder and rain started to fall. You look up to the sky and feel the drops of water fall on your face, you then look over and smile at Bellamy who smiles back. Wells says something to Bellamy but you couldn’t hear over everyone else.

After the rain and everyone calmed down from the excitement you went to the Dropship and set up a makeshift bed. Of course, you were left with only so much, since most of the other kids had taken the other supplies you had left.

“Here,” You hear a deep voice behind you, knowing who it is. You turn around to see Bellamy holding out a tarp towards you.

“No, use it for yourself. I have enough here,” You say to him gesturing to your makeshift bed. He sets it on top of your stuff anyways and you sigh, “if you insist,” You say and bend down to fix it how you want.

“Goodnight,” You say to Bellamy as you lay down and try to get comfortable.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He replies and goes to his own makeshift bed. Or more like a fort with tarps hung up to give him privacy. You think to yourself, that he must really have these kids wrapped around his finger if they built that for them.

After a couple of hours of trying to fall asleep, you hear some rustling. Letting your curiosity getting the best of you, you follow the bodies walking out of the Dropship after the last one left. Once you were able to get a clear picture of the people, you noticed it was Bellamy, the Johns and two other guys. They went to wake up Wells and led him to a clearing. You watched the events unfold as they threaten and force him to take off his wristband.

Unfortunately, as you stepped to try to get a closer look, you stepped on a stick and it snapped loudly. Disappointed in your very bad sneaking skills, you hide behind the tree. As a guy who was sent to check out what the noise was approaching you, you tried to take a swing at him but he caught your arm, pulled you to his chest and put a knife to your throat.

“Well, look who we have here,” Murphy says as he presses the knife in your neck. He leads you out into the clearing. “We have a little spy here,” He says to Bellamy and the other guys.

“She’s not a spy, let her go. Take Wells back to the camp.” Bellamy says. Murphy doesn’t waver and just presses the knife closer, drawing some blood as the other guys forcefully pick up Wells.

“Now!” Bellamy demands as you elbow Murphy in the stomach making him let go and walk away with the other guys. You cross your arms and wait until they’re far enough to speak.

Bellamy tries to wipe away the blood on your neck with his sleeve before you push his arm away, “I’m fine, but why did you have to do that,” You ask sternly and Bellamy sighs.

“Look, we had to scare him and…”

“No. No, you didn’t, there are better ways of getting people like him behind you. You don’t need to make people scared to stand behind you,” You exclaim.

“Y/N, the longer people deflect and don’t make the Ark think we’re dying. The people up there are closer to coming down here,” Bellamy says looking up at the sky.

“You don’t think I know that!? Do you really think that I want the people who wouldn’t help my mom, who floated my dad, and imprisoned me at 12 years old, to come down here and punish us again? I don’t but we don’t need to put fear in people to do it.” You rant and feel tears start to fall down your face.

“No, but…” Bellamy starts, but you walk away. He starts to say your name but you get too far to hear the rest of it.

You go back to the camp and clean your neck up with the water that Wells gathered. You feel more tears run down your face as you continue to think about your parents, wishing that you could’ve saved them both. After a few minutes, Bellamy walked into camp, you just glared at him before returning to your bed in the Dropship. You finally fall asleep after lying awake for a few more hours.

A/N: Here is the first official part of my 100 series, Virago. Let me know what you think. I haven’t come out with a set release schedule my series. I think I may release parts for this one on Saturday (pt. 2 this sat) and my TVD one on Sunday (pt. 6 this sun). I’ll try for a while and see if that works. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Feel free to let me know if you want to be tagged in future parts. Stay safe and healthy.

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Prompt #3 “Now? Now you listen to me?”

Possible triggers: graveyard with real ghosts and such. CMC

As they caught sight of Bonnie, poking her head through the door of her family crypt, the three began to back slowly away. Sweetie Belle whispering to the other two, “Now? Now you listen to me? I told you that coming here was a bad idea.”

Scootaloo replied, “It is not like we are even breaking any sort of rule. It is still daytime. The cemetery gate isn't locked yet or anything.”

Bonnie, her cloudy white fur and black mane contrasting well with the aged oak of the crypt door actually agreed. “You don't need to act frightened. The orange filly is right. You have not broken any sort of rules by being here in the daytime, even on the eve of Nightmare Night. I'm afraid that we don't have any sort of treats for you, though.”

Cautiously, Apple Bloom pointed out, “We might not be quite so cautious if you weren't about half out of that door while it's still closed. Are you some kind of ghost?”

Bonnie looked back in confusion while she stepped free of the crypt. “No, I'm not a ghost or anything like that. The ones here are my friends but I'm not one of them. I am as alive as you are. Why would anypony need to open a door? What does that have to do with going through it?”

The CMC looked at each other blankly. Apple Bloom pointed, “Are you SURE that you are alive? See those hinges and lock? Normal ponies need to unfasten the lock and then they can push the door open, swinging it on those hinges to go in or out.”

Comprehension dawning on her face, Bonnie observed, “So that's what those things are for! I always wondered. Before I learned to use a door properly, Zom or Junea always let me out. I was little then and did not really pay attention.”

The CMC looked at each other in mild consternation. “Who did you say taught you about using doors?”

Bonnie shrugged, “You know, just the ghosts and my other playmates. Who else would?”

Pausing, she gave the CMC the old steely eye. “Exactly what are you doing here?”

Scootaloo looked down and scuffed the grass before she replied, “We heard that Morgripe and his buddies were planning to mess up some graves. That's wrong. We kinda planned to set them up a sort of “haunted graveyard.” We got springs and sheets to do fake ghosts that could jump out from behind gravestones. You know, stuff like that. Don't want to hurt them, just scare them off so that they don't damage anything.”

Bonnie perked right up! “Oh, that will be so much fun! I would love to help you! I have some friends that would like to help too! The Nightmare Moon is already up, so they can come out to join us!”

Sweetie Bell looked up at the gibbous moon lurking high in the sky and at the nearly set sun. “Doesn't the sun have to be down before, um, your buddies can come out?”

“No, silly! They all follow the Night Mare. As long as she is up, we can play! They just usually wait until her sister goes down, that's all.”

Bonnie bounced happily over to a big mausoleum, and stuck her head through the door! The CMC could not hear anything through the heavy stone and solid door.

Bonnie cheerfully came back and told them, “Wait here! I am going to see if Flowering Ash or any of the other Ancient Ones want to help!”

She galloped off towards the back of the cemetery, where it faced the Everfree forest.

Apple Bloom watched her go. She wondered in a soft voice, “Are Ma and Pa here? Will they be helping us?”

Sweetie Belle was watching critically and replied, “I don't know, Apple Bloom, but Bonnie just jumped past the wall and it is sort of tumbldown and moss grown. I have been here before and the back wall was not like that.”

In only a few moments Bonnie came floating serenely back, her legs folded neatly under her as if she were resting on something invisible. She alighted in front of them and exulted, “We are getting two unicorn litches and Flowering Ash to come help! We are getting some ghosts too!

“When Flowering Ash gets here, show us how to help and where to set your “haunts!” The whole graveyard thinks that this is hilarious!”

It was only a few moments before they saw the head of a beautiful gray mare across the moss grown wall. She reared up, forelegs folded and crossed the wall, her forelegs remaining folded as her huge snakelike body slithered across the stones and undulated swiftly to them.

While the CMC, their eyes bugged out, were watching the lamia, two mostly skeletal unicorn litches leaped gracefully over the wall as well.

With all gathered, Flowering Ash wrapped her long body about the CMC, providing them with a comfortable resting place. Bonnie, with absolute confidence, joined them in her coils.

Flowering Ash, smiled and suggested, “Please tell us what we need to know to help you set up this trap of frights for those vile vandals.”

Eagerly, Scootaloo dug into a big saddlebag and pulled out parts! As she set a spring mounted to a cross stick, Apple Bloom pulled out a sheet, bound around soft straw with big googly eyes stuck on! Sweetie Belle attached trigger strings and set stakes to hold them where hooves would trip them!

Giggling, Bonnie stomped one of the demonstration “ghost's” trigger strings! The false haunt leaped up, driven by the spring! It fluttered down flat, except for the bulbous head. Suddenly it lifted up and floated about, flapping a little.

The CMC clapped hooves in delight! “A real ghost in our fake one! That is so perfect!”

They guided the whole group to the area where they had overheard Morgripe and his buddies plotting to cross the cemetery wall. Choosing tombstones and other grave markers with care, the whole group planted the phony ghosts to provide the best scares.

Thoughtfully, they planted some near the graveyard gate, too. While they were doing that, Sweetie Belle noticed, “I guess that we are stuck here for the night. They have locked the gate already.”

Apple Bloom felt the softest of hugs and a gentle neck kiss. Almost like a breeze, her mane got ruffled. Her eyes misted up. “That you, Mom? Dad? Thanks.”

Flowering Ash pointed out, “If you are here when things happen, it will spoil the effect. Here, let me help.”

One by one, she held the CMC and lifted them over the wall, setting them gently on their hooves and pulling back to her massive coils for the next.

The next morning, all of Ponyville was abuzz with the story! Morgripe and his friends had done it again! They came running over their ladder screaming about ghosts and monsters in the graveyard! Constables opening the gate had got a bit of a fright too, as spring trap “ghosts” jumped out at them!

Morgripe and Co. were in trouble again! And the CMC, giggling behind their hooves could not say anything about their Nightmare Night adventure that actually worked like it was supposed to!

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Wonder Egg Priority – 01 (First Impressions) – This Is Your Brain on Drugs

Well, what have we here? Only the most mind-bending, cerebral, downright trippy anime of the season, featuring absolutely stellar animation and direction and music. It’s one thing to be good-looking; Jobless Reincarnation is good-looking. But to be downright gorgeous, while also featuring an instantly lovable main character you just want to gather into a protective hug?

Welcome to the oddly-titled CloverWorks original anime Wonder Egg Priority, created and written by Nojima Shinji (his first anime), directed by Wakabayashi Shin (his directing debut), and starring Aikawa Kanata (her first voice role). All of the elements that make a great anime hum along in perfect harmony with the precision and assuredness of far older and more seasoned staff.

It starts simply, and without holding our hands. This is a show you just have to go with and trust it won’t lead you astray. The lonely Ooto Ai finds a dead beetle in the road, and upon giving it a proper burial it immediately resurrects, talks to her, and has her follow him down a proverbial rabbit hole. When she wakes up in her bed she finds a strange egg, and wonders what to do with it.

Ai sneaks out late at night often, and when she does so I couldn’t help but remember all the times I’d sneak out late at night, often not for any particular reason than I couldn’t sleep and needed some air. I could feel that distinct tingling you feel in the darkness, and the excitement of going out on your own.

But does Ai actually leave her house? Perhaps not physically, but she does enter a bizarre dreamworld that uses her school as a template. When she spots two classmates with pixelated faces and mocking grins defacing her locker with dozens of “DIE” tags, she retreats to the bathroom—where she most likely often retreated in real school to avoid the bullying.

Then the damn toilet paper shapes itself into lips with the same voice as the beetle and demands that she break the egg. When she tosses it against the stall door, it grows to the size of a person and bursts to reveal a redheaded girl in a school uniform.

When the two leave the bathroom, a pixelated bully throws an axe at the redhead, leaving an ugly gash just above her shoulder, and she and Ai run from a swarm of “Seeno Evils”, no doubt a symbol of the evils peers pretend not to see in school.

Ai is also wounded in the liver area, but when the two girls successfully escape through a narrow broom locker, her wound vanishes while the redhead’s remains. The girl says Ai is virtually immortal, because this is her dream. If they can hold out until the next bell tolls, they’ll be home clear.

Ai’s dream takes a funereal turn when she walks through a hall of white flowers, then walks through a floating door that leads to the school roof, at the edge of which a bronze statue is mounted. Ai recognizes it as that of Nagase Koito, a girl in her class who committed suicide by jumping off the roof.

Ai recalls the day Koito transferred to the class and immediately tried to befriend her. Ai tried to keep her distance, calling herself ugly, but Koito thought her differently-colored eyes were beautiful.

Koito visited Ai at her house, entered her blue womb-like bed, took Ai’s foot in her hand, then gave her a big hug, again asking if they can become best friends. We return to Ai on the roof’s edge, the statue cradling her, lamenting how she betrayed Koito even though she was her one and only friend.

She’s snapped out of this lament by the sight of the redhead down below, still being chased by pixelated bullies and the horde of Seeno Evils. Ai decides she’s had enough of sitting around doing nothing and springs into action.

She takes her multi-color pen, raises it like a sword, and takes a running leap down to the ground to deliver a devastating strike to the lead bully, obliterating her in a cloud of red-stained rubble and leaving a crater in the ground. Ai then returns the smile and double peace signs the redhead gave her.

Surprised and grateful for Ai’s help, the redhead introduces herself as Saijou Kurumi. But no sooner do they shake hands than Kurumi disappears in a puff of smoke, just after telling Ai not to forget her. The ominous bug voice says it’s a shame, but she has to cheer up if she wants her best friend back.

Ai starts to make sense of her experiences, and figures that the egg she was given contained someone she needed to save: Kurumi. But there are more eggs, which means more girls that need saving.

Cut to Ai back home about to tuck into breakfast with her mom, when her nose starts bleeding. The wound in her side that healed in her dream is back in the real world, and Ai is hospitalized. Her parents have no idea what the hell happened, but assume it happened when Ai snuck out one night.

hen Ai recovers, she races back to the odd escalator in a cave, which leads to a trap door and a chute that leads to a room filled with hundreds of eggs in washing machine-like tanks. From there, she finds herself in a strange garden with a blue sky that on closer inspection is merely paneling, suggesting an interior.

There she meets two figures with sewn heads, as well as a normal human girl who is collecting eggs. Ai seems instantly smitten with this girl, but the girl says nothing. And so begins, presumably, Ai’s quest to resurrect her friend by collecting eggs, freeing those trapped within them, and saving them from foes, which the bug promises won’t be as easy as the Seeno Evils this time.

Honestly, watching this episode made my brain bloom, explode, then slowly reconstruct itself. I particularly liked how few answers we got early on, but the info the bug provides later about How This Is Going to Work can’t necessarily be taken at face value either. How much of what we saw was real? WEP always keeps us wonderfully off-balance.

But here’s what I do know: Ai, a troubled, profoundly lonely girl bullied at school for her eyes and suffused with guilt for what happened to Koito, has apparently been given the means to become a quiet but vital hero. I truly cannot wait to see what weirdness befalls her next time.

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Come Together 06

Fandom: Destiny

Pairing: Devrim Kay/Marc

Warnings: less smut, angst, homophobia, domestic violence (mentioned) I’m so sorry guys, there is some actual plot happening and I’m cruel.

“A young city planner set his eyes on an older militiaman. He was unkempt and terribly forward. The militiaman had class. He wasn’t interested.”

“Clearly,” Marc tells their friends. “That’s why they decided to get married.”

(A story told in bits and pieces.)

Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05

Their first fight comes five months into their relationship. And unlike previous relationships and partners past, it’s not some meaningless lovers quarrel over who’s turn it was to do something or plan a date.

It was bound to happen eventually: Marc’s mother running into them on the street, in the market, bright and early one Saturday morning. This had slowly become part of their weekly routine, heading down from one of their places, getting groceries and produce, and then cooking together in the evening.

But Marc had made a fatal error, withdrawing from Devrim’s arm as though he had the plague, introducing his mother, Esther, to Devrim. Introducing Devrim to her - as one of his good friends. Devrim was certainly cordial, very much his usual brand of polite and charismatic, and the conversation itself went off without a hitch. Well, almost.

“And your lady friend? Margaret, you said?”

“Oh,” Marc answered, his willing his face to remain neutral before sighing, lying through his teeth, “Yeah. She’s great. We’re very happy together.”

“You’ll have to bring her to dinner. We haven’t seen her in forever.”

“Her work keeps her away, as I’ve told you. She’s always so busy, I hardly get to see her, myself.” Panic lances through him, but it’s not himself he’s worried about.

His lies cut through Devrim far sharper than any knife.

“Pardon my interruption, but I believe I’ve forgotten a prior engagement,” Devrim had lied, excusing himself just as Marc’s mother - a similarly bronze skinned woman with long, sun-kissed hair - was chastising her boy for not calling home as much as she liked, “You’ll have to excuse me,” He’d said, handing Marc their groceries.

Marc looked at him in mounting concern, but Devrim’s eyes were dark. Closed off. If he knew Devrim was furious, he didn’t let on, only nodding at key points in his mother’s monologue, watching his partner’s back as he walked briskly down the street.

The very moment his mother let him off - on the promise that he’d call sometime during the week, he all but ran back to Devrim’s flat. The door was unlocked. Perhaps it wasn’t-

His overnight bag was packed and sitting in the doorway. Devrim would even not look at him, his eyes gazing at the wall across from his couch, hands shaking, wrapped around a mug of tea.

“Take your things and leave.”

“It’s not-”

“Now.”

Devrim isn't at his post the following Monday. All of Marc's messages go unanswered. He needed to see him face-to-face. This wasn't a conversation - a situation to explain over messaging.

He knew it was doubtful that Dev would be in their usual booth during their lunch hour, yet he still makes a point to look anyway. He checks the entire seating area to make sure that his sniper isn't sitting elsewhere, trying to throw him off. Devrim isn't. Marc will have to try again tomorrow.

By Wednesday, he goes to Devrim’s flat. Stands there for over an hour, like an idiot, knocking every so often. He doesn’t hear any sound inside, and resolves that he must not be in there. Which is strange. Devrim is always home on Wednesday nights. They show some history special he adores - Marc has taken to falling asleep against him while he gushes about Golden Age pyrotechnics and battle strategies.

By Thursday, he’s brave enough to approach the Militia officer who always stands opposite of Devrim in the mornings. Before he can get a word out, she smiles apologetically. “Devrim asked me not to speak with you if you came looking for him,” She informs him tightly.

“Is he alright?”

“I really shouldn’t say.”

“I did something stupid. He must think-” Marc shakes his head. “I’m awful. I just… even if he’s done with me, I want to explain.”

The woman looks him over carefully. “Wait. You did something?”

“I-I’m sorry?” Marc tilts his head, eyebrows knitting closer in his confusion. He composes himself. “Yes. I was an idiot. I handled a situation very poorly.”

“Wow. Uh, okay.” The militia-woman adjusts her hat, tucking a stray lock of dark hair behind her ear. “Honestly, I thought he broke up with you.”

“What?” That makes his heart leap into his throat like nothing else. Certainly he considered it a rather heavy possibility, and really, this whole thing could have been avoided if he’d just told Devrim. But until he had the opportunity to explain himself, he was desperately trying to pretend like that wasn’t the most likely outcome of the situation. For his own sanity.

The woman rambles on, ignorant of his internal struggle. “Well, I mean, you’re getting to the whole committed stage. Devrim doesn’t do commitment. Nothing ever hurts him. He just doesn’t get that attached, y’know? It’s weird for a guy so polite, but I guess that’s why he’s always so mellow.” She waves a hand. “Anyway. This changes things. Maybe he’ll actually get his act together and want to marry you.”

“We’ve only been seeing each other for a couple of months!” Marc exclaims. He’s relatively certain the higher possibility lies with him being excommunicated than marriage at this rate.

The woman pats his shoulder, laughing nervously. “Shh, keep it down! Look, my CO would be pissed if he saw me talking to you. Just… meet me at the combini at noon, okay? I know where he is.”

Marc nods. “Okay,” He says. “I-” He sighs. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it. Seriously. Dev will be sooo mad at me.”

Marc has met Devrim's partner for Tower patrol duty before. Zara is a bit brash, talks before she thinks, but really does mean well. Devrim is fond of her in the way one was of a little sister. She dips into the chair across from Marc as though she's in a hurry.

"Here's the deal. He showed up Monday and volunteered for an assignment. They sent him out on the first rover headed for Old Russia. I didn't even know they sent us there, but apparently this was some Vanguard assistance thing. He'll be back tomorrow morning." She pauses. "Running away is kind of his thing. Man's afraid of his own feelings, I think."

She pulls a drink from her pack, and Marc pushes his container of fries closer to the center of the table. She shoves a few in her mouth around saying, "Look. Usually I'm sitting here with him, telling him he should be talking through his breakups. My track record is way worse than his and I actually want to settle down. Anyway," She flops a fry in her hand, conversationally, "Usually he's the one who messes up. Forgets a date on purpose, then sends you a breakup message so polite you're thanking him before you know he's left you in the dirt. It's savage."

"But that's not what happened."

"Yeah," Zara says. "So what did happen?"

"My mother." He sighs, continuing before he loses his nerve. "She's not… she doesn't know I'm attracted to men."

"Exclusively?"

He rubs his left temple, hazel eyes tired and red. "Does it matter?" He sighs. "I introduced Devrim as a friend."

Her jaw hangs. "Shut up."

"What?"

"He did that to the last guy he was with. Or maybe the one before that? I can't remember. Wow, karma is a bitch." Zara leans back, watching Marc's expression sober. "Sorry, sorry, continue."

"My parents think I'm seeing this woman named Margaret. It's just… better, that way. Keeps Mother from nosing around in my business, makes her and my father think I'm on the straight and narrow.

"No." Zara looks at him, like there's something on his face. Staring almost hard enough that it hurts. "Oh. My. Light."

"Yeah."

"So he thinks-"

"Yeah."

"I gotta hand it to you. You really fucked this up."

"Definitely. I think he's gonna dump me."

"I wouldn't be so sure." She examines a fry before popping it in her mouth. "He's got no problem sending a breakup message." She doesn't explain the part where he'd seemed almost desperate to get sent out on an op, or the way his usual neutral, polite expression was saddened and not even the squad's teasing could cheer him up. "I think he needs some space to figure himself out. And I think you need to figure out your next step."

"Next step?"

"You gonna let your folks think you're seeing a woman named Margerie?"

It's Margaret, but Marc doesn't bother correcting her. He gets the point. "I mean-"

"Let's assume it goes well: you explain, Dev forgives, yada yada. You gonna live like this forever?" Her expression turns soft. "I wouldn't think you're here because you want to see it end."

"I'm not."

She smiles. "Good. Devrim will be back tomorrow before noon. He has afternoon rota with me. I'd try and catch him afterwards." She probably pulls the container over to herself, picks it up, and slides out of the booth. "Thanks for the fries."

Marc nods. Normally he'd be upset, but he'd hardly had any himself. Surely Zara can see the gears turning in his brain.

Devrim spends his week doing what he knows best: fieldwork. Assisting Guardians in translating and understanding Fallen transmissions, using those to determine and rig their bases for detonation. Sniping the stragglers from afar while the Guardians dance about like elegant death - and dancing - machines.

He keeps busy. It helps clear his mind. Helps him re-establish his footing. Gives him time to analyze without obsessing. Not that he's obsessing, no. He's not that type, but… If it were really bothering him that much.

Which, it clearly is, as much as he'd like to admit otherwise. It's not until the convoy is on it's day-long expedition home that he lets himself think about what he knows from Marc's conversation with his mother.

At the time, all he'd been able to think about was this other person she'd mentioned, vehemently trying to ramp down the hurt at not being introduced as his partner, which-

Really, that was a whole other thing entirely, and Devrim had already laid awake at night plenty thinking about why that bothered him so. He might be fussy about entering relationships, and selective about who he keeps around, but he's not the type to fall in love. He's kind and doting, sure, but when it comes to forever he's paralyzed, afraid of making an irreversible, incorrect choice.

And yet, he was unmistakably hurt when Marc didn't tell his mother they were together. Normally, it would be a win-win. This was…

Right. Getting his brain back on track, he thinks back to the conversation. All of Marc's cues, his body language. They were easily discernible as someone trying to cover up a lie, and no doubt, Marc was lying, but the lie itself was up for debate.

And now that he wasn't so livid he thought he'd scream, he supposed they needed to talk.

A hand grabs him as he's headed into work. He's late, but it's better than nothing. "No. Oh no you don't. You look like you're going to keel over. Sit down."

A half-drank cup of coffee is pressed into his hands, and his rear immediately feels the cold of the concrete sinking in. He sighs, feeling his chest rattle with it.

"What happened?"

He doesn't answer that, instead asking, "Won't the squad be mad if they see me talking to you?"

"Whatever. I'm not wearing yesterday's clothes and look like I'm having an allergic reaction." She looks around. The man who stands opposite her and isn't Devrim shakes his head. "Zara, you know how you never understand why you get in trouble?"

"Can't leave someone who needs help. You know me," She grins, shrugging. "Not my style."

He looks up into deep brown eyes, flecked amber in concern. "I'm fine."

"Right, and I'm Ikora Rey."

"She's a Warlock, and I've never seen you both in the same place. Might be true," Comes the call of the other militiaman.

"Ha ha, Mitchell." She rolls her eyes, crouching down in front of Marc, so they're closer, whispering, "You've been crying. What happened?"

"I told my folks."

She rises, swift and serious. "I'm taking my lunch early," She announces. "Cover me."

"Zar-"

"I know, I know. I'll owe you one." She winks.

It takes the younger patrolwoman until the end of the day to talk to him. She's surprisingly attentive to her duty instead of mouthing off at him and chattering about every new weapon released by the bigger foundries. She caves though, like a guilty child, eventually holding his gaze.

"You're gonna be pissed at me," Zara says.

The brim of his uniform hat makes his eyes look exceptionally blue. He narrows them at her and she squirms. "I take it you've meddled while I was away?"

"Uh, a bit," The female officer admits, nervously.

"You're uncomfortable. How much is a bit, exactly?"

"A bit," She grits back, before looking him dead in the eyes. "How much do you like him?"

"A bit," He quips, unable to tell if there’s a tease in there or if she’s being serious. She’s acting suspiciously.

Crossing her arms, she asks, "Even though he lied to his mother?"

Serious, then. He adopts a warning tone. "Zara-"

She interrupts. "Answer the question. If you thought he cheated on you, this would have been cut and dry."

He waits for passers by to be out of earshot before answering, "Why does it sound like you're on his side?"

"Okay. First of all, I didn't think he was going to listen to me. But apparently he's serious about you. So if you're not serious about him, I want to know so I can do damage control."

"Come out with it," Devrim snaps, a sinking feeling in his gut. "What did you do?"

"We talked. He explained what had happened, that his folks aren't exactly… let's say kosher with him being interested in men. I might have said something about how if he wanted to be serious with you, that meant embracing it, even if they'd be unhappy."

His jaw tics. "And?"

"Yeah." She makes a concerning face. "Wasn't kosher at all." Zara looks up at him. "They, weren't good to him. He said he knew it wouldn't go well, but he didn't think they'd be so extreme."

"Extreme, how?"

"Whoa, whoa, calm down, Kay. I can feel the murderous rampage-"

He crosses the cobblestone walkway, to be at a more conversational distance apart. She almost wishes he’d stay back, because him yelling is far less intense than the drop in his tone and his focused attention. "I will not. Explain yourself."

"I took my break early. Walked him to his flat for some clothes, then dropped him off at mine. Everything's wrecked. He called them last night, it went south, they invited themselves over. He'd left when they started throwing things and having a tantrum. Really childish of them, if you ask me."

His hands find her shoulders, decorum the only thing preventing him from shaking her. "Tell me he's unharmed."

Zara pats his scruffy cheek. "You do have it bad," She marvels. "Physically, he's fine."

#destiny fanfiction #devrim kay #marc (destiny)#devrim x marc #angst #tw: homophobia #listen bungie i'm sorry but i've adopted marc as my own and have given him an entire life and personality and frankly i regret nothing #things get worse before they get better #but they will get better i promise

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With teams lead by RU-02 and 03 carrying out their branch of the mission, 01′s team was good to go. As Comet's duties were called elsewhere, Prince had to mount a new steed so as to not slow the team down.

01 was a willing participant.

Forcing their way in was a breeze with Unit-03′s might and the pack’s persistence, but speed was on team 01′s side as the groups split off. Braixen had no trouble keeping up with the beast, fire streaming along with him as he bounds and leaps through hallways by his master’s side.

“You said he was in the basement?” Prince calls from behind the other’s feathered mane, he has his eyes darting around through the flashing red lights scanning for for any indication of a stairway.

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Augmented Reality and Virtual Reality (ARVR) Market

The Augmented Reality and Virtual Reality (ARVR) Market is estimated to record a significant growth throughout the forecast period. The ICT sector constitutes 4.8% of the European economy. Europe’s organization ERDF i.e. European Regional Development Fund has allotted approximately USD 23 billion for investments related to ICT during the funding period 2014-2020. ICT refers to the communication technologies including the internet, wireless networks, social networking, cell phones, video-conferencing, computers, software, and other media applications and services enabling users to access, retrieve, and manipulate information in a digital form.

As per the Eurostat, the total value of the ICT sector in Europe, including the ICT manufacturing and ICT services, was estimated to be more than EUR 475 billion in 2017. In this sector, the ICT services account for the major share as it is predicted to be ten times larger than the share held by ICT manufacturing. ICT services consist of computer programming, consultancy and related activities which held about 49.1% share while the telecommunications activities held around 30.3% share in the segment in 2017. These factors are estimated to impact the market growth in a positive manner in the next few years.

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Market Synopsis

The global market for augmented reality and virtual reality is estimated to reach USD 766 billion by 2025, registering a 73.7% CAGR during the forecast period of 2018 to 2025. The growing demand for head-mounted displays (HMDs) in gaming and entertainment, adoption of virtual reality for marketing strategies by enterprises, increasing demand of augmented reality and virtual reality in the retail and e-commerce industry is raising demand for augmented reality devices in the healthcare sector and growing investments and funding by the key market players operating in the augmented reality and virtual reality market for the development of AR/VR solutions is majorly driving the global market growth.

Augmented reality and virtual reality are immersive technologies that visualize a virtual surrounding either by using a device or over a surface/platform. Virtual reality software is used to create artificial surrounding and is presented to the user in a way that makes the user believe and experience as a real environment. Virtual reality is primarily experienced through vision and audio. Moreover, virtual reality replicates a realistic scenario in front of the user so that it can experience various environments just by sitting at one place. Virtual reality uses a combination of hardware and software components to imitate any situation and transform it into a three-dimensional scene. The hardware components in virtual reality include a head-mounted display and gloves that can communicate with the computer. The gestures and movements of an individual’s hands and eyes generate a stimulus to the system, which in turn responds to the virtual world. This technology is completely immersive as it withdraws the individual from the real world entirely and provides it an experience of a virtual world.

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Virtual reality can be efficiently used for training purposes since it becomes critical to train an amateur in real-life conditions. The applications of virtual reality can be seen in medical, military, manufacturing, visualization, entertainment and games, robotics, education, marketing, navigation and path planning, tourism, geospatial, and urban planning and civil engineering.

Augmented reality is an integration of digital information with the user environment in real time and use the existing environment to overlay new information on the top of it. Augmented reality combines the real world with the virtual world using software or software-defined kit (SDK) platforms. This technology is partially immersive, which means that the user can experience the real world as well as the augmented world at the same time. With the help of smartphones and tablets, the user can hover across any environment, thereby, and blending the real world with augmented world. The applications of augmented reality can be seen in verticals such as retail, e-commerce, manufacturing, education and training, automotive, and travel and tourism. The increasing adoption of consumer electronics devices and smartphones supporting high-end graphics is encouraging the augmented reality and virtual reality software developers to develop innovative AR/VR solutions.

However, privacy concerns related to augmented reality technology and vulnerabilities insecurity due to lack of security standards, resulting in data manipulation, spoofing, sniffing, cyber-attacks, and man-in-middle attacks are some challenges for the market growth in the coming years.

Market Trend

360-degree VR Video

360-degree virtual reality is an audio-visual simulation of an altered and substituted or augmented environment allowing the user to look around in all direction. 360-degree virtual reality can be used for many applications other than entertainment. This technology is mostly used for training, which includes pilot & driver training, physical environment, space study, undersea exploration, and surgery. Real time, pre-rendered computer graphics imagery (CGI), and real time rendered 3D games are the types of 360-degree VR systems. With the help of EYE VR camera, a user can stream live with high-quality 360-degree video direct to the user’s VR headsets. This EYE VR camera includes 42 cameras, 24 microphones, 225-megapixel resolution, three-axis 3D video, 4 hours battery life, and 360-degree capture range. The 360 VR camera can be used in sports, music, and filmmaking. Virtual reality offers various services for streaming live sports events

Segmentation

By technology, the market has been segmented into mobile augmented reality and virtual reality. The expanded reality segment is further classified as marker-based augmented reality, and marker-less augmented reality. The virtual reality segment is also classified into non-immersive systems, semi-immersive projection system, and fully-immersive systems.

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By component, the market has been segregated into hardware and software. The hardware segment is further divided into sensors, processors, controllers, cameras, and others. The software segment is also categorized as software development kits and platforms.

By component, the market has been classified as hardware, software, and solutions.

By device type, the market has been bifurcated into augmented reality devices and virtual reality devices. The augmented reality devices segment has been further classified as a head-mounted display, a head-up display, and handheld devices. The virtual reality devices segment is further divided into the head-mounted display, gesture tracking devices, and display wall & projectors.

By vertical, the market has been segmented into consumer electronics, media & entertainment, healthcare, retail, aerospace & defense, automotive, BFSI, IT & telecommunication, manufacturing, education, travel & tourism, and real estate

Key players

MRFR recognizes the key players in the global Augmented Reality and Virtual Reality market as Google LLC, Blippar, EON Reality Inc., Augmented Pixels Inc., Hewlett-Packard Company, DAQRI LLC, Wikitude GmbH, Terminal Eleven (SkyView), Sony Corporation, Zapper Limited, awe.org Pty Ltd (buildar.com), Virtalis Limited, Facebook Inc., Samsung Group, Microsoft Corporation, HTC Corporation, PTC Inc., Magic Leap Inc., and Visteon Corporation

Global Augmented Reality and Virtual Reality Market, 2018–2025 (USD Million)

Augmented Reality and Virtual Reality (ARVR) Market Research Report – Global Forecast till 2025 -Report image 01

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Regional Analysis

The market for global augmented reality, and virtual reality is estimated to grow at a significant rate during the forecast period from 2018 to 2025. The geographical analysis of augmented reality and virtual reality market has been studied for North America (the US, Canada, and Mexico), Europe (the UK, Germany, France, Spain, Italy, and the rest of Europe), Asia-Pacific (China, Japan, India, Singapore, Australia, and the rest of Asia-Pacific), and the rest of the world (the Middle East & Africa and South America).

At present, North America holds the largest market share in the AR/VR market due to the presence of key market players and the growing investors in the AR/VR technology. Retail enterprises in the US, Canada, and Mexico are adopting AR devices for visual merchandising of their products. There is an increasing need for head-mounted displays due to their demand in the defense sector for simulation-based training in the region driving the market growth in North America. Europe accounted for the second-largest market share due to increasing adoption of the AR/VR technology in the media & entertainment industry for play-station and mobile games. The market also generates significant revenue from rising adoption of virtual reality and augmented reality solutions in countries such as the UK, Germany, France, Spain, Italy, Sweden, the Netherlands, Norway, Austria, and other European countries. Asia-Pacific accounted for the third-largest market share and is expected to attain the highest growth in the coming years due to the adoption of augmented reality and virtual reality solutions for 3D modeling, 3D animation, and virtualization by various industry verticals.

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The market growth is expected to gain momentum in countries such as China, Japan, India, Australia, Singapore, South Korea, and other Asian countries. South America and the Middle East & Africa region is expected to achieve a significant market growth increasing demand for AR/VR technology and investments from key players to offer augmented reality and virtual reality solutions to small- and medium-sized enterprises in the healthcare, retail, and e-commerce sectors.

The prominent players keep innovating and investing in research and development to present a cost-effective product portfolio. There has been recent mergers and acquisitions among the key players, a strategy the business entities leverage to expand their reach to the customers.

Intended Audience

Augmented reality and virtual reality software developers

Augmented reality and virtual reality hardware vendors

Managed service providers

System integrators

Application developers

Original equipment manufacturers (OEMs)

Technology investors

Product manufacturers

Research enterprises

Original design manufacturers

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