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closed starter // @xiomara-de-paz
When Carina opens her front door, Xiomara is the last person she’d expect to be standing there. For a moment, she’s stunned, standing there staring at her friend. This couldn’t be real! She’d attended her funeral – she’d fucking cried and talked to the dirt covering her grave when everyone had left. “Xio?” Her voice is strained because she’s holding back tears. Her boyfriend is a shit stain on society; she wonders if he made her fake her own death to claim some kind of money. “Qué demonios estás haciendo? You’re supposed to be dead!”
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@queencadaver
"i'm not as blind as you think i am." she was good—almost good enough to fool his senses. almost. "just more patient." finally, he sets eyes on his little shadow. she's the most beautiful creature he's ever seen. that only makes him squeeze the trigger. "you've been patient, too. what have you been waiting for?"
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ᴠᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴇ - ᴀ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴍᴇ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ?
#apex legends#apex edit#apex gifs#apex season 14#gaming gif#gaming edit#apex vantage#Xiomara Contreras#c: mine#mine: apex#hi im not good at playing her at all but i adore Echo so much
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@queencadaver
"well, i'll just give it to you straight—there's no damn way i'll be able to haul this hunk of shit." it isn't much of a car anymore. what the hell had even happened to it? he's tempted to ask, but curiosity killed the cat, and all that. he's no cat. he won't come back satisfied. "think you need a taxi more than you need a tow."
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@xiomara-de-paz !!
“i know you’re back there.” his position, perched upon the rock, doesn’t shift even as footsteps finally break through the trees. “i followed your trail. funny, how i can track everything still living here by what they take away in the world.” a single footstep kills millions. if he focuses just right, half-entranced as he is, he can detect what’s making those footsteps and when. right now. two eyes blink open at the base of his skull, standing out in their mismatched hues between his stone-gray feathers. for now, just a mane. a cloak. now, he knows where that footstep really ends. and ends. and ends again. “how did you know where to find me?”
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starter for @xiomara-de-paz !!
“relative of yours? i’m sure you’d know by now that they’ve been stolen?”
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Daniella/Xiomara: "I had to do that… just once"
@humangods
Daniella takes a step towards her as she takes a step back. The pair move like a dance, one step after another, until she’s backed against the wall. Her heart flutters nervously under her skin and her eyes flick over the woman’s face for some kind of sign. Had she done something to set her off again? Were they about to argue? But then again, this didn’t exactly feel like the start of a fight.
“What are you--”
She’s interrupted by the crash of Daniella’s lips against hers. Hands grip at her waist and heat tickles her skin as Daniella’s fingers dig into her skin. She lets out a sudden exhale, unable to hide the stifled moan the other had elicited from her.
When they break apart, tension fills the spaces between them, heavy and heady. Panted breaths fall from their lips and electricity sparks in the stare they’re giving one another.
Xio tries to break the silence. “That was--”
“I had to do that... Just once,” Daniella interrupts once more.
It causes her to roll her eyes, some tension breaking. “Must you keep interrupting me when I’m trying to talk?”
Daniella smirks, setting off an unexpected wanting in her middle. A quick though rang in her head: This is going to be very dangerous.
“And if I do?”
Her fingers dance along Xio’s lower back and there’s no hiding the goosebumps along her skin at the gesture. It only seems to spur the other woman on and makes Xio want to try and squash it. “Then you’ll be as insufferable as you always are.”
Xio pulls her in for another kiss before Daniella could say anything else.
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ೀ ﹒﹒ favorite names compilation !
ur fav musings girly again here with the first of my christmas goodies . my favorite thing to do is these name compilations so i decided to create another masterlist of my absolute favorite ones ( some old , mostly new ) anyways all i ask is that if u found this useful , u like or reblog to show ur support . i hope everyone is enjoying the holiday season ♡
- a : abella, ardella, ares, aire, arden, ayla, arie, alder, august, aymes, atlas, alina, alora, aryn.
- b : beau, babette, belle, blake, briar, bronte, banks, boston, bishop.
- c : cassiel, clara, celeste, camden, chandler, collins, clay, cartier, chanel, cosima.
- d : dove, dream, danica, delaney, drue, denver, dacey, delcy, darcy, dahlia.
- e : elodie, emory, emrys, elio, elowynne, emerson, evie, edie, estoria, esme, effy, evans.
- f : flora, faye, fallon, ford, forbes, finnick.
- g : gaia, geles, greer, gensen.
- h : hera, hudson, hampton, heath, harlowe.
- i : isla, inara, ilia.
- j : juniper, josefine, jane, jovie, joey.
- k : kiersten, kairo, kaia, kian, kouvr, keanu.
- l : lysander, lanie, lorena, lawson, lux, ludo, lourdes.
- m : marla, marigold, maren, maeve, marlowe, miller, monet.
- n : neah, north, nola, nell, noel, nariah, niamh, nami.
- o : ozzy, orion.
- p : presley, posy, pearl, porter, pacey, paxon.
- r : reed, ruelle, raya, romey, ryker, rhode, reign, rafe, rohan, raiden, remi, rion, rhiannon, reece, river, raine, rumer, reem, rhys.
- s : selah, soraya, sarifya, savion, sloane, sol, soren, scout, saint, striker, serafina, sabina, sutter.
- t : teal, twila, tristan, tobie, tripp, teague, tate.
- v : vienna, vega, vera, vincenzo.
- w : wren, winter, winona, winnie, wilder, weston.
- x : xaverie, xylah, xiomara, xander.
- y : yves, yara.
- z : zephyr.
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Music Game!
I was tagged by @laelior and @dandebo to shuffle my favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. I'll go with the ME1 Xiomara Shepard playlist I'm currently building!
Chosen - Maneskin [x]
Gun In My Hand - Dorothy [x]
Fire - Barns Courtney [x]
Ingobernable - C. Tangana [x]
I lost a friend - FINNEAS [x]
Technically, @dandebo also gave us tagged folks the option to do a second music game where you pick one song for every letter in your my url... but my url has 24 letters and I'm not about to subject y'all to that. 😂 I will no-pressure-tag a few friends and leave them the choice to do that second music game if they wish!
@whimsyswastry @rowanisawriter @isachalal @creaking-skull @miniature-space-hamster @tiny-banana-time @illusivesoul @jtownnn @shadoedseptmbr @pigeontheoneandonly @hungerofhadarr @metzlishepard and anyone else who wants in :)
#tag games#auri rambles#this playlist is turning out really nicely#number 5 is a virmire song because PAIN
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The Miys, Ch. 233
It is with heavy heart that I announce: This it. The actual journey of the Ark ends here. There will be 1 more chapter after this to wrap up what everyone will be screaming and cursing at me for after you read this.
And then we will be done.
This is where you want to scroll down to the Read More if you don’t want to read the sappy stuff.
I started this story in, wildly, 2016. I had no intention of it being this long - it was initially meant to be a one shot response to a writing prompt. I was doing that a lot at first, but this stuck with me. And as a result, I have made incredible friends that I never could have imagined, developed a ton as a writer, and found something to hang on to when my life got crazy. Through too many deaths, losing family and gaining family, and through learning what I really believe when the chips are down.
I have accidentally predicted a pandemic, my future job, a national schism, and the billionaire space race.
And I have not, even once, accidentally saved the world.
To you. To me. To us. If you found even a little solace, or space, or saw a part of yourself in this story: To you, most specifically. Always and forever, to you.
“Hannah has everyone on Level Eighteen, Alistair is bringing up the rear,” Xiomara announced. “Everyone is carrying as much as they can. The comic books didn’t make it.”
I swore softly and shook my head the best I could. “We can manage without those,” I admitted begrudgingly.
“Sophia, you just signed up to teach Comics as Literature,” Eino announced.
“I - “
“Try to stop her,” Tyche cut me off. “Ignore the protests, she’ll do it.”
“Seven Eko-mari troopers left,” Charly sounded off. “But I wouldn’t suggest getting a craving for wings.”
“How much longer do we have before we have to give up and evacuate Level Seventeen?” Arthur demanded.
“Ten minutes.”
Charly’s laugh at Huynh’s response shot ice down my spine. “More than enough. Give us three to finish up, plus four to get everyone to Sixteen.”
The Ark rocked and Maverick growled. “You have five, total. Push the fight to relative port. Hannah, have everyone seal up and cross on the starboard side.”
“Maverick,” Hannah responded, clearly at the end of her impressive patience. “The ship is a spiral. Skipping levels isn’t an option.”
Conor took over. “BioLab 6 is along the relative starboard side of Seventeen. You can cross through there.”
“That’s breached,” Arthur shouted.
“The whole damned level is leaking like a sieve and barely hanging on. It’s cross there, or risk losing almost half our people.” Conor’s tone was apparently familiar to Arthur, because he just nodded and started rattling off updates and directions again.
“Four minutes,” Maverick counted off. “Charly, Hannah, as soon as you are clear of the freighters, tell us. The same second, you got it? This is going to be… fun.”
“Mister Okima,” Alistair huffed through the comms. “I am not preferable to your idea of ‘fun’.”
“And I don’t like your idea of living,” Maverick snapped. “Get off the comms, dude. Yell at me later. I’ll even sedate Sophie so you can.”
“Hey!”
“I love you, but people with a triple digit count of near death experiences don’t get a vote right now…” His tone was sing-song, despite how tensely he was clenching both his jaw and the controls. Several people on Level One had to stifle laughs, situation be damned. “Ix’al, Brol. Status updates.”
“We’ve lost ten cargo vessels, prayers to their souls,” Brol answered. “We can recoup the credits, but lives lost are lost forever.”
A very quiet amen crossed the deck, and I was sure I wasn’t the only one hoping that it translated as something conciliatory and appropriate.
“Where are we on the data bomb?” Arthur forged ahead.
“Xale informs that most of their fleet has been infected, but the dreadnought has too many firewalls.”
“Pranav, you still have that dead man switch ready to go?”
“If my heart stops, Alice has thirty seconds to give the override command,” came the grim confirmation. “I have sent the command to her phonetically.”
“Dark but precise,” Evan added. “I like it. Two minutes thirty and counting. Charly!”
“They’re as clear as they’re going to get, and it won’t get better if you don’t leave me alone!”
“Michael!”
“I second that!” he shouted against the background of the wailing damned. “How the fuck are they screaming in vacuum?”
By this point, Grey had to be numb. It was the only explanation for their calm tone. “Bioacoustics reverberating through the hull once they are in contact, then coming up through your feet.”
“Zip fighters converging!” Arthur interrupted. “Targeting the drive!”
“Hannah!”
“Ten more…. Move your asses and the one behind you!” she shouted.
My eyes nearly popped out of my head as I turned to Alice. I had never heard Hannah raise her voice.
Apparently, Alice hadn’t heard her angry, because she was just as pale.
“Seven!” she continued. “Alistair, get our ass over here or I will come get you! Five! We have one tenth gee, through the fucking box!”
“Ha - “
“Get your ass through this door right now, or so help me I will let you die!”
My mouth snapped shut, and I slammed the mute to her so that no one could speak to her. There was a tone, there at the end, that I did know, and it wasn’t anger.
Again, I was second to that conclusion, because Alice was halfway across the deck and screaming to get out. “Hannah, no….”
“Hannah is through!” Charly confirmed.
Alice whirled, face flushed and tears streaking down her face. “Hannah is not through until that level is sealed. She will go back to get people.”
That was all Charly needed. She snapped a nod. “Michael! Abandon combat, evacuate your team to starboard. Take Hannah Bodenheimer with you, by force if necessary.”
“Two minutes!” Evan counted off.
“We can do it,” Michael confirmed. “GK can run this under one point five, we can do it in point one.”
“I’m covering from behind,” Jokul’s voice cut in. When someone started to object, he forged ahead. “I suffer the least from gravity sickness, and I am the largest. I can push everyone if need be.”
“You’ll get shot - “
“They don’t have kinetics and he’s wearing fur if they use electrics,” Charly snapped. “He’s a big boy, he can take a punch. Go!”
“Where is engineering?” I asked, panicked.
“Fourteen,” came several voices. The majority conceded to Huynh. “It won’t hold everyone, but your man is protected.”
That worked. “When everyone is clear of Level Seventeen, don’t even bother finding a shelter, just strap yourself to the nearest solid object with whatever you have handy,” I demanded.
“Thirty seconds!”
As much as I adored Evania Josue, right now I was cursing her with everything from crotch fleas to moist dermatitis.
“Twenty seconds!”
“CLEAR!” Hannah’s voice shouted. “I have Alistair, but lost a religious text. Mona has a spare, he’ll live.”
“Ten seconds! Brace for - something. Just brace!”
One deep inhale later, I was being pushed against my ersatz-seatback with the force of an invisible hand, and it wasn’t gentle. Those not secured were swept up by the walls, and then across the floor.
“Braking maneuver completed! Conor, status!” Mav panted, shaking out his hands and flexing his fingers.
“Drives are getting hot from the backwash, hull integrity at Level Seventeen is below forty percent,” he rattled off before his tone became stern. “If you do that again, we won’t have any drives.”
“There may be no choice,” Xiomara muttered. “Pranav, where are we at?”
“We are as close to ready as we will ever be.”
“Ix’al, Brol. Do we know if what that databomb does will take out their dreadnought?”
Ix’al responded this time. “There is only thirty percent chance that it will stop their vessel, and less than one percent that it will force it to jump.”
“That is beneficial to the Ark,” Odvub added, confusing the hell out of me and apparently several other people, judging by the noises I heard.
“Clarify?” Xiomara asked, as a member of the Confused Contingent.
“If the Eko-mari dreadnought were to be forced into a jump at this distance, it would force the core of the Ark to breach, killing everyone on the vessel.” The clarification was the opposite of comforting, and - joy of joys - it continued. “Additionally, there are still two infected Eko-mari vessels embedded in the hull of the Ark. They are small, but will still cause an estimated additional five percent loss in hull integrity. Due to evacuation status of that level, no loss of life is anticipated.”
Arthur rubbed his face forcefully with both hands. “Maverick, Alice, is this the best we can expect?”
“Unless you are getting out to push, pretty much,” Alice confirmed after a brief glance at Mav.
It was only because I had swiveled my head over to the person speaking that I caught the frantic smacks Tyche administered to both our pilots, followed by the looks Maverick and Evan shared.
Oblivious, Xiomara started to speak. “Pranav - “
“BELAY!” Maverick shouted, more forceful than I had ever heard him. “S’crirs fleet, evacuate the field of combat, by any means necessary. Do not - I repeat - do not allow any Eko-mari ship close enough to sweep you in their well when this goes off! Do not respond, three minute delay.”
“Maverick - “
“Xiomara, respectfully, those are your allies, and you have given battlefield command over to me.” He glanced at Alice, who nodded, before he continued. “That virus is in their ships, and it will go off no matter what once triggered. There is no reason for them to walk through a minefield for us when they can get out of the blast range without changing the outcome.”
“The dreadnought.”
“Is my responsibility,” he doubled-down. “As is this ship, her integrity, and every life out there. With all due respect, I refuse your command as unlawful under Pan American Uniform Code of Conduct.”
She blinked, shook her head, and blinked again. Finally, she slowly raised her hands in surrender. “I am relieved of duty,” she rasped hoarsely before lowering herself to a seat and hooking her ankles beneath it.
“What the fuck just happened?” Parvati hissed to me, shaking my arm.
I squeezed my eyes shut tightly for a moment, trying to recall. “Pan American Uniform Code of Conduct… Oh. Oh.” When I remembered what it was, I swallowed heavily. “Maverick just relieved her of duty due to… I think commanding a course of action that is illegal under Global Parliament rules of engagement?”
“A war crime!?” she hissed again.
“To keep her from committing one,” I clarified. “He refused an unlawful order, and then relieved her of duty to remove… her from chain of command? Technically on medical grounds, I think? Basically, he formally declared she isn’t in the right frame of mind to be giving commands during combat, and she agreed.”
“And if she hadn’t…?”
“Not a lawyer, but I can guess it wouldn’t be great.”
“Not insurrection, I’ll take it.”
“S’crirs!” Maverick called out, oblivious to our hurried debate. “One minute! Please confirm!”
“We still have ships in range.” Brol was as close to despondent as the translation software could get.
Arthur started switching feet impatiently. “How close can you get to dreadnought without getting shot?”
“With absolute certainty? Further is preferable.”
“With fifty percent certainty,” he insisted. “With your craziest pilots and a lot of hope, how close?”
Brol burbled for a moment. “If we maintain shields, we would still be out of the dreadnought’s gravity well.”
“Drop the shields. Let’s be really crazy.”
“We would be vulnerable to enemy fire.”
Arthur sighed. “Ask Xale, please? Because without that, you’ll be vulnerable to the fact that the enemy sucks, in the worst possible literal sense.”
Ix’al’s voice was next. “Xale insists that if we evacuate the cargo vessels and place them on programming without shields, they may survive, and we would avoid the most casualties.”
“Do it!” I screamed, realising what Maverick was suggesting. “Fewest lives at risk, lossable targets, and it will give a distraction while everyone else gets the hell out of dodge.”
“Thirty seconds,” Maverick counted off. “And I can’t delay that. The Ark will come apart if I don’t do something soon, and right now I can’t change her trajectory.”
Tyche’s head twitched like she was following a particularly close fly. “Maverick. Maintain course for one additional minute.”
“The Ark - “
“Ninety seconds. That’s what we need. Sending plan now.”
It took all of five seconds - the heaviest, longest five seconds I could recall - for him to scan her idea. “S’crirs fleet. You have ninety seconds from mark. And…. mark!”
Odvub’s voice shimmered across us. “Pirate vessels drawing in proximity to Eko-mari dreadnought, closer than safety protocols. Eko-mari fleet is diverting to those vessels. Communications suspect mass retaliatory detonation of cores - “
“We really should have thought of that,” Arthur muttered.
“Programming now,” Brol apparently agreed. “Our populated vessels are beyond all Eko-mari gravity wells.”
“Pranav!” Maverick turned his attention. “Activate data bomb in five.”
“Four.”
“Three.”
“Two.”
“Brace!”
The Ark rocked and klaxons blared violently, yanking the ship side to side like a car fishtailing on a flat road. “Embedded vessels micro-jumped before detonation,” Huynh confirmed. “Hull integrity at thirty-three percent.”
“Drive cores detonated,” Brol added. “Increased damage to Eko-mari dreadnought due to proximity.”
“No Eko-mari ships detected beyond dreadnought,” Arthur huffed, fighting to keep his balance. “No loss of S’crirs fleet detected beyond intended. Fleet confirm.”
“Confirmed.”
“I am thrilled to know everyone is okay.” Conor’s voice was entirely genuine. “But at this speed, when we hit the gravity well of the star, the Ark is going to come apart and we’ll be face planting into a nuclear bomb.”
“If that dreadnought doesn’t take us out first,” Arthur agreed. “We’re basically in a race for who kills us faster, Maverick: them or us, and they have the lead.”
“Thought you grew up in Pan Am, Farro.” Maverick ground out. When I focused on them, it was clear that both he and Evan were holding the ship on course with force of will, a firm grip, and determination.
“Former California region…” Arthur said hesitantly. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“All hands, brace for maneuver.”
I scrabbled for purchase with not only my hands, but in a vain attempt to brace my feet against structures just too far to apply any force to. It was nothing compared to the efforts of some, who were nowhere near a solid surface despite nearly forty hours of Maverick’s piloting.
“Okima, what does that have to do with anything?” Arthur asked again.
“Batter up,” Mav grunted.
Evan shouted, “Acceleration maneuver, mark!”
As I watched, it looked like the force of the maneuver was pulling Tyche’s body into a sitting position. I honestly thought nothing of it, at first, because I was so focused on the pilots and listening for any sounds of damage - like the Ark falling apart.
It was when her arm drifted into Evan’s field of vision, only to be swatted away to drift, that I started freaking out. “Tyche!” I shouted. “TYCHE!”
Almost reluctantly, one of her arms pulled in, and her hand clenched to put one finger across her lips. “Shh,” she admonished quietly. “It’s all or nothing now. Just watch.”
“Watch wh-”
Klaxons. Again. “Hull integrity below ten percent. Full breach beginning at Level Seventeen.”
“EVAN!” Maverick shouted suddenly. “CRANK IT!”
All at once, the Ark wrenched to the side and lurched forward. What I could only describe as a full body - full ship? - shudder sent tremors through everyone and everything.
“We’ve lost the drives!” Conor shouted. “Repeat - we’ve lost the drives! They are on a direct collision course for - Mav you son of a bitch!”
“It. Was. Tyche’s. Idea,” Maverick ground out as he forced the Ark on course with Evan’s assistance. “It. Was going. To tear. Loose. Anyway.”
“Pilot Okima,” Noah buzzed in a hideous tone that sounded like flat out panic. “The Ark is not on trajectory for a gravity brake.”
“We’re aware!” Evan forced out. “We should be on course to hit the steam on the hot side!”
“Drives to strike Eko-mari dreadnought in ninety seconds,” Odvub advised.
Evan nodded. “And that should make us fast enough to keep from being yanked into the atmosphere!”
“There is no data to support your conclusions,” Noah insisted angrily.
“Sure there is,” Maverick gasped. “We do this all the time.”
“There is no record of any human using planetary gravity to safely land a vessel,” came the retort.
Arthur started laughing insanely, only to be joined by Charly and Huynh, sparking concerns for everyone’s mental health.
Even our co-pilot was grinning maniacally. “Stop looking for safe landings, and start looking for controlled crashes.”
“Drive collision with Eko-mari dreadnought in three… two… one.”
The closest I could come to describing what happened next was a lurch. Except, we never stopped lurching - it was like riding a slingshot, waiting to see how long the shot lasted. Everyone who wasn’t secured was plastered against the same wall of Level One, grimacing against the pressure.
“Eko-mari dreadnought destroyed.”
I would have cheered if I could draw a breath to do it. They were gone.
“Hitting Kepler Four Four Two gravity well in four.”
Wait, what?
“Three.”
“Two.”
“One.”
A jolt, and the pressure gave up slightly. “Trajectory on course for Von,” Evan gasped. “It won’t be pretty, but we’re on course. No bodies in system to divert course.”
“Please tell me we are on course for the cold side?” I begged miserably.
“Not enough atmo,” Evan argued. “We need the cushion on the hot side. Tropical steam is thick.”
“And no mosquitos,” Tyche added dreamily. “It will be nice, right?”
I cut her a glare, knowing she wouldn’t see it. “Gotta live to enjoy it. That whole thing.”
“On track for Von atmosphere in ten minutes,” Odvub advised.
Charly rallied herself to come over and physically shake me into action - at least until Antoine swatted at her and said something about puncturing a lung. To be fair, he was irritated enough that he could have meant hers.
“All hands,” I gasped over comms. “Ten minutes under current acceleration to brace for impact with atmosphere.” Taking another breath, I groaned a bit. “We trained for years under more pressure than this,” I assured the ship as much as myself. “We can at least get to safe locations to brace. The safe rooms are open on Levels Three through Ten. Full of smooshy shit. All the water and hard things have been taken out.”
As much as I wanted to get up and help, Antoine only double checked my bandages and pulled a few knots tighter to make sure I didn’t, in fact, get up. One conciliation was stuffing something soft between my spine and bench I was braced against. “Pillow from bunk room,” he added shortly. “We can’t heal spine fractures if this goes right.”
I didn’t even bother trying to ask what would happen if this went wrong.
“Life pods have made impact,” Odvub provided. “Locations centered on the pole designated From, beacons are being tracked by the S’crirs fleet.”
“Noted,” Arthur muttered as he moved to sit against the wall being indicated by slowly flashing lights.
The entrance to Level One irised open, startling everyone. When several people moved toward the door in defensive postures, three hands reached through - two with short stubby fingers, one spidery with too many joints. “I am coming to assist in securing everyone against impact,” Noah buzzed, this time coming from the door rather than the ceiling.
“Five minutes,” Maverick updated us around the time that most people were in secure grips and thick, mushroom feet were vanishing into the deck.
Eino, of all people, struggled the most, insisting that everyone else be secured before he was. Finally, he briskly walked over to Arthur and shoved him to deck, using only the element of surprise. “You are no use dead,” Eino admonished. “Secure your own mask before assisting others.”
“Three minutes.”
Arthur opened his mouth to argue, but Eino shook his head in a - motherly? - disapproval. “No. We are controlling the crash. There are no tactics. There is only surviving.”
More bewildered than I had every seen him, Arthur slowly stood and made his way to where everyone else was being secured against impact. Eino followed closely, waited until he seemed satisfied that his mentee was safe, then surrendered to Noah’s insistence.
“Two.”
“Mav,” I shouted. “You’ve gotta be secured.”
“Noah can secure me here,” he argued. “We still have minor attitude thrust, and I’ll need them to the last minute.”
“Evan, talk some sense into him!”
She shook her head determinedly. “Same here. We go down, I go down.”
“One.”
“Noah!” I screamed. “Do something! Sedate them!”
“I regret that we have very little control of the Ark at this time,” Noah admitted as two of their bodies went to the pilots, both basically sitting on Tyche to secure her to the deck before wrapping all limbs around the pilots as carefully as possible without restricting their arms. “If they state they can improve our chances of survival, I have no choice but to acquiesce.”
“MAVERICK!” I begged. “Please, please…. I know we need you now, but I need you after this. Conor needs you after this. We need you to live…”
“Brace for impact in thirty seconds.”
“NO!” I kept screaming, shouting for Maverick and Tyche until my voice until the last second.
“Impact in ten.”
“Tyche!”
“Nine.”
“GODS DAMMIT, LET ME GO!”
“Eight.”
“NO! NOOO! GODS DAMMIT, I’LL KILL YOU!”
“Seven.”
“Please,” I sobbed. “Please… one of you, both of you…”
“Six.”
“Mav, please.” I could barely breathe, and the last thing I was thinking about was impact.
“Five.”
“TYCHE!” I tried shouting. “This isn’t funny.”
“Four.”
“Sophia, stop!” Arthur shouted. “You’ll kill them if they get up.”
“Three.”
“FUCK YOU!” I spat at my best friend, the taste of metal sharp in my mouth.
“Two.”
I tried to draw a breath, but choked on the blood in my throat.
“One.”
Everything in me shook with pain, and then it was all black.
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There’s Not Enough Room in Egypt for Ex Consorts
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"Khonshu's theatrics are unparalleled." She, Xiomara, called out and the man looked to her, the obvious confusion on his face turning to something else. Something contemplative. "You must be his Avatar."
"Hi." He was American. And handsome. Unfortunately. "And who are you?" She almost bristled at his tone. So dismissive.
"Xiomara. Hathor and I are practically one person at this point, though."
"Okay." He seemed uninterested, bored even, or maybe he was just stupid.
"Goddess of music and love?" She pushed, and he nodded, looking away from her to glance around the pyramid. He hadn't even looked at her body once. Was this man even human?
"Cool." He grumbled and she swallowed back a rude comment.
"Surely Khonshu mentioned me?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest in a way that she knew...elevated certain things. "After all, we are old friends." He was already shaking his head and she saw, to her surprise, a rather nasty looking injury on the side of his face.
"The gods aren't really his favorite topic." His eyebrows furrowed now, seeming to understand the fire slowly growing behind her eyes. "Sorry." He cleared his throat, glancing around.
"You know...it was not so long ago Khonshu enjoyed Hathor's melodies." And other things, she did not need to say.
"Well, as far as I know, the only melody Khonshu enjoys is the sound of pain." How dramatic. He seemed tired and unfocused, as if he really didn't know who she was. And as if he didn't know, or didn't particularly care, what was going on.
"Well has he—”
"Xiomara." The avatar of Osiris' commanding tone had her turning to look at him, raising a delicate eyebrow. He tilted his head towards her chair—throne, really—on the dais, and she looked back at Khonshu's avatar to give him one last appraising look.
"This was fun." She said, then reached out, taking his chin in her hand. He stiffened, clearly bothered, but didn't move from her grasp. "Nice to meet you, slave of Khonshu."
"Xio." Osiris called again, voice filled with irritation, and Marc backed out of her grasp, a flash of anger running through his eyes. She smiled.
"In attendance," she began, her voice projecting around the room as she headed towards the dais. "Horus, Isis, Tefnut, Osiris and Hathor, to hear the account of Khonshu." One by one, the other avatars' eyes flashed white, her family gathering themselves to the forefront of the avatars' consciousness. Only she stayed the same. Only she kept the same haughty smile on her face when she sank down onto her chair, one long, lean leg kicked over the top of the other.
"You've been banished once for nearly exposing us, Khonshu. And you know we despise your garishness, your showy masks, and weapons." Osiris began. The sound of Khonshu's deadly timber rang out through the space, the sound sending goosebumps across Xiomara's skin.
"And what of her?" He demanded, his avatar seemingly strained by the possession as one hand rose, trembling, to point an accusing finger in Hathor's direction. She raised her brows. "Is that not showy?" Tilting her head, she ran one finger down the v' of her robe, the fabric threatening to expose at least one of her breasts during the movement. Khonshu's avatar looked a bit like he was in pain. "At least one of us is the same after all these centuries. Still a slut are you, Hathor—?”
When the goddess skyrocketed to her feet, preparing to launch herself at the man regardless of the laws, Osiris' hand came down on her shoulder. Even Horus had taken a step forward, his expression murderous. Ex-lover, indeed. It seemed he would still fight for her. She shot Osiris a steely look and he released her shoulder, then gave a cursory nod to Horus that explained that he did not, in fact, need to rip the avatar of Khonshu's face off. She would kill Khonshu. Would kill him.
"Leave Hathor out of this." Osiris commanded, voice eerily calm. "But manipulate the sky again and we will imprison you in stone."
Khonshu's avatar had the audacity to look mortified, face flushing, before being controlled again, the muscles in his neck straining with the effort.
"Spare me your self-righteous threats! I was banished for not abandoning humanity, unlike the rest of you."
"We have not abandoned humanity." Evan, Horus, said calmly. "They abandoned us. We simply trust our Avatars to carry out our purposes without calling undue attention to ourselves. Not like some of us."
"Avatars are not enough!" He pointed again to, Hathor, who's smile had long since vanished. "She does not truly have an avatar. She has a vessel. We need to do what Hathor has been allowed to do." He paused, then exhaled harshly. "We need the might of gods! Return from the opulence of the Overvoid before you lose this realm."
"For the last time, Khonshu, leave Hathor out of this. What she has been given permission to do has long since been deserved." He paused, voice tightening, and shot a look at the goddess of love. Her face had gone pale and she swallowed, forcing herself not to remember the circumstances in which the gods of Egypt had determined she could live here, on Earth, as a...sort of mortal if she wished. "The other avatars that remain here are simply meant to observe. We decided long ago we did not wish to meddle in the affairs of man." He finally sat, gesturing for the conversation's tide to change.
"We will decide our best course of action. Speak your purpose." Said Tefnut.
"I call for judgment against Arthur Harrow." The man boomed and Xiomara tensed.
"The charges?" Asked Isis.
"Conspiracy to release Ammit!"
"That is a heavy accusation, Khonshu." Osiris paused. "Let us summon the accused."
Xiomara, Hathor, really, slouched lower in her chair as a portal opened and Harrow stepped inside the Chamber, eyes meeting hers. He nodded once in greeting as if he hadn't seen her less than half an hour ago and she ignored him.
"So, I see by the presence of Khonshu's current makeshift Avatar, the purposes of our meeting must be nefarious." Harrow's tone was bland and Xiomara smirked.
"You know exactly why we are here!"
"I must admit I do not miss the sound of that voice. But speak, old master, to the point."
"Do you not seek to release Ammit from her tomb?"
"I was in the desert. But if visiting the sands were a crime, the line of sinners would be longer than the Nile." Not a no. A deflection. "Khonshu has searched for Ammit's tomb since he ensnared me to his service. His vision is obscured by jealousy, paranoia, and his—”
"He is a deceiver!" The avatar of Khonshu bent over halfway, exhausted at the effort to channel his god.
"Do not trust the word of a shamed god." Harrow urged, a small smiling growing on his face. "No, Khonshu is unhinged...and his servant unwell."
"How do you mean?" Xiomara asked, cocking her head. Harrow turned to her, expression demanding that she help him win this trial. She would do no such thing.
"Xiomara, please. This is a man who literally does not know his own name. He has a marriage certificate under the name Marc Spector—”
"Liar!"
"—employment records under the name Steven Grant."
"Stop!"
"I've seen him speak to himself."
"Shut up!"
"Threaten himself!" Harrow chuckled, shaking his head as if in disbelief. "I have no idea how many personalities he must possess. The man is clearly insane."
"That is enough." Xiomara snapped, not enjoying this in the slightest. She might've hated Khonshu, sure, but if he was unwell…
Khonshu's avatar swung, fist flying out to hit Harrow, and Osiris rose. In half a second, rings of power surround the man's arm, stopping him mid-punch. Osiris used his power to wrench the man's arm behind his back, then forced him to his knees. A pang of something Xiomara didn't want to examine too closely made her look away from the sight of the avatar stressed and pained.
"We will not tolerate violence in this Chamber." Osiris' voice was low and deadly and Khonshu’s avatar merely breathed out a half-hearted noise of submission.
Harrow continued.
"It brings me no pleasure to tell you that this is a deeply troubled man. Khonshu is taking advantage of him the same way that he abused me, the way he aspires to abuse this court." Xiomara looked at the man again. Marc? Steven? She did not know what to name him but his eyes were now closed, chest heaving as he fought to take deep breaths in the painful position he was in. "Take action now before it's too late."
"Let us speak to Marc Spector." Xiomara said, her voice pitched low and quiet. She swallowed once to clear her throat of the odd tightness and continued, waving a delicate hand. His bindings released and he collapsed to the floor, panting hard. "Are you...unwell?"
His eyes met hers and the raw look in them made her breath catch. This man was not Khonshu. She could not condemn someone being used, no matter what prejudices she might hold close to her heart. He was already nodding before he replied and the pain in his voice caused her throat to tighten unbidden. She straightened in her seat, absorbing the intensity of his gaze.
"I am." He breathed, watching her. "I am unwell. I need help." He paused, brow furrowed, his eyes filling with moisture. Xiomara swallowed roughly at the sight. "But that doesn't change the fact that this man is—” he trailed off, tired and defeated, and she spoke again.
"If anyone understands that Khonshu can be...manipulative," she began, tucking her arms around her body as if to shield herself. "It is me. This is a safe space for you to tell us if you feel exploited by Khonshu."
"This is not about my feelings!" He snapped, glaring at her like she was the crazy one. "I'm not the one on trial here. He is! This is about how dangerous he is if you would just listen for a second."
Xiomara and Osiris exchanged a look, and he shook his head.
"He has committed no offense." He said and she frowned, staring down at the man. At Marc. She wasn't sure how he'd gotten the idea that Harrow, the ridiculous old man, was trying to find Ammit. Recruit people for his weird cult, sure. Take boring, tiring trips through the desert, sure. But a crazed architect and fanatic wasn't the worst thing humanity had ever faced. "This matter is concluded."
The other gods vanished, leaving their avatar's to their own wills. The avatar of Osiris gave her a respectful nod and Evan walked towards her, reaching out to take her hand. He helped her to her feet and gave Marc another scathing look, watching the man crouched tiredly on the floor. His eyes went back to hers and she gave him a tight smile.
"There are no laws against kicking another avatar's ass," he told her and she grinned, letting out a half-hearted laugh. "Horus says that if Khonshu disrespects you again, he will teach the boy a lesson."
She smiled and shook her head at him, unwilling to let the full impact of Khonshu's insult reflect in her gaze.
"Horus was always one the most defensive of my—Hathor's—consorts."
"And he and I both have your back." He dipped his head once and released her hand, giving it one final squeeze first. "Until next time, Xiomara."
She nodded, watching him go, before glancing at Marc. She wouldn't go to him. She wouldn't. And yet her sandaled feet were moving anyway, carrying her towards him. She crouched beside him and reached out, touching his cheek carefully. His eyes raised to her own and she gave him a cautious smile, forcing herself to remember it wasn't him that had wounded her pride. Before she could speak, he did.
"I'm sorry." He said, expression growing serious, and she swallowed.
"It was not you."
"It doesn't matter," he said and pushed himself to his feet. He reached out as if to help her up and she pretended not to notice, still erring on the careful side. "and now that the council is gone, Harrow will go free."
She looked to him, expression stony.
"Do you really believe Harrow is trying to free Ammit?" He nodded and she spoke again before he could. "Well you can't do anything without proof, you know. We gods do not condemn one another unwarranted."
"It is warranted." He shook his head at her in disbelief. "How can you all be so blind? Arthur Harrow is a liar. If you truly can’t see that, you are just as ignorant as the rest of them and—”
"And you are unknown to us." She interrupted, eyes narrowing into cat-like slits. "Goodbye, Marc." Then she paused, nails biting half-moons into her palms as she spoke. "And because Khonshu can hear me, I have a message for him." She stepped forward, unable to control herself, and slapped Marc across the face.
That was for calling her ignorant. Insolent human. When he lurched to the side, stunned, she turned around, robes swaying as she moved and made to leave.
"Hathor." Marc gritted out, following after her, and grabbed her hand. She quickly yanked it back and glared, face flushing with the force of her abrupt anger.
"Do not touch me, puppet."
"I am not—are you not on my side?” His tone was exasperated. “Did you not just tell me Khonshu and I are not the same?" She swallowed her rage and looked away. "Tell me of a way to gain proof. Help me stop Harrow, please."
She was quiet for a while, then licked her lips, looking back to him. His eyes were pleading, cheek still pink from where she'd hit him.
"Listen to me carefully." She told him, voice dropping low, and he nodded.
"Yes. Yes."
"Ammit was buried in secret." She said, crossing her arms again. "The location is hidden even from the gods. Ammit had many followers. I don't know who to trust."
"But you know something." He urged, stepping closer to her. "Hathor—”
"Xiomara."
"Xiomara. Please." She glanced around herself one more time, then sighed.
"There was a man. A medjay named Senfu." She bit her lip and then pressed onward. "He was tasked with guarding the location of the tomb in case we changed our minds and decided to show mercy. Find Senfu's sarcophagus and you'll find your tomb."
"Okay," he said, brows furrowing. "and how am I supposed to do that?"
"Am I to hold your hand through this?" She demanded and shook her head at him. "It was sold on the black market. Start there."
"Thank you." He said and she could tell he meant it. He turned to go and she watched him, an itch in her very being spurring her to call after him.
"Marc?" She called out, clenching her hands into fists. He looked back at her, an eyebrow raised. "Khonshu was my consort. It is not you I hate."
He seemed to finally fully take her in, eyes traveling from her sandaled feet all the way back to her eyes. The nonchalance of the gesture made her blood heat and she wasn't sure if she wanted to hit him again, or...
"Goodbye, Xiomara." Is all he said, mouth curving a bit at the corners, before he left.
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C. XIOMARA — nero guildmaster
enemy annapantsu bad guy billie eilish boohoo baby snaggletooth i’m the bad guy caleb hyles everybody wants to rule the world ninja sex party my lullaby from ‘the lion king 2’ bloody mary lady gaga off with their heads mori calliope the wolf siames centuries - remix fall out boy another one bites the dust queen just gold mando pony play with fire sam tinnesz feat. yacht money kill the lights set it off the mystic adam jensen
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Se define la selección chihuahuense en ciclismo de pista
· 16 ciclistas lograron su pase al Macro Regional
El fin de semana del 28 al 29 de enero en Ciudad Juárez se llevaron a cabo los Juegos Estatales CONADE 2023, recibiendo a los participantes en ciclismo en modalidad de pista.
La pista de Don Rayo fue sede para la modalidad de grupo y contrareloj, en tanto que la ciclopista Pablo Darancou albergó las pruebas de pista.
Cerca de 30 ciclistas compitieron en la categoría Juvenil A, Juvenil B y Juvenil C, Varonil y Femenil, con distancias de un kilómetro, 500 y 250 metros para la categoría A
Enseguida se desarrollaron las persecuciones de 4,000, 3,000 y 2,000 metros, además de un lanzado de 200 metros, para la clasificación de 16 deportistas.
Los ciclistas clasificados en la modalidad de pista son: Camila Salas, Yaretzi Aguirre, Iván Amezaga Rangel, Minerva Villa, Javier Isaac Velador Moreno, Gibrán Antonio Yáñez Juárez, Luis Monserrat Santiago Pérez Pérez, Emiliano Guerra y José Carlos Reza.
De igual manera, lograron su pase al Macro Regional, Matthew Calderón Campos, Diego Carmona Álvarez Ruiz, Raúl De los Reyes, Roberto Antillón Gutiérrez, Claudia Salas Gutiérrez, Xiomara Hinojosa y Minerva Bustamante Gómez.
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2.2 & 2.3 Objectives and Competencies and Assessment Plan
Assessment Plan
Unit 6, Coral reefs are important Marine habitats.
Level: B1
General objectives of thai unit:
At the end of the unit students will be able to discuss and talk about important topics, how to express surprise and give interesting facts by using Non restrictive relative clauses such as which and who.
Content of the unit.
a) What would you assess? What linguistic and non-linguistic factors would you assess? (These are the learning objectives (competencies) and the contents you have already written).
Grammar:
Relative clauses.
Vocabulary:
Marine animals, plants and environment. (Fins, predator, fur, prey, mammal, shell, offspring, shelter, protection, incredible, fashionable, turtle, biologist, marine, coral reef)
Speaking:
Talking about the marine environment.
Pronunciation:
Use of pauses.
Stress in phrasal verbs.
Reading:
Text- a short article.
Reading for specific information.
Reading a text for comprehension.
Writing:
Write a persuasive letter.
Listening:
Listen to a conversation.
Practice with a partner.
Replace words with synonyms.
Non-Linguistic Aspects:
Participation
Independence
Attitude
b) What would be assessed informally? (Through observation in normal classroom situations)
Linguistic Aspects:
Grammar
Writing
Vocabulary
Pronunciation
Speaking
Non-Linguistic Aspects:
Participation
Independence
c) What would be assessed formally (Through tests)?
Grammar: Relative clauses
Vocabulary: Words listed in the content
Writing: Write a persuasive letter, spelling, use of capital letters, good use of grammar.
Reading: Search for specific information within an article.
Listening: Comprehension with the purpose of looking for synonims while they practice with a partner.
d) What would be the weight? Represent it in percentages
Informal: 60%
Grammar: 10%
Vocabulary: 5%
Writing: 10%
Reading: 10%
LIstening: 10%
Speaking: 10%
Non-linguistic aspects: 5%
Formal: 40%
Grammar: 10%
Vocabulary: 5%
Writing: 5%Reading: 10%
Listening: 10%
Made by: Sandoval Pérez Nubia Xiomara and Torres Gutiérrez Mario.
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“And I told you that I am not ‘rescheduling’ the Minister-of-fucking-Magic, Sven!” insisted Emilie Zuria Ayers as she marched through a lofty corridor of the Ministry of Magic in London, her pink heeled maryjanes clacking against the brilliantly polished tile floors as if to herald her arrival. A towering, surly young man wearing a dour expression trailed rather unenthusiastically behind her, and it was to him that Emi continued, “…even if he is a rather uncultured English brute, he’s an old acquaintance of Daddy’s from his Wizengamot days—and you should know as well as I, mon ours, that my father would not ask me along on a business tea date with a politician unless it was important…”
The man who was following her—Sven Nordstrøm—grunted, and muttered something to Emi that was in too low a tone to be deciphered from a distance, but which caused the blonde to trill out a laugh that bounced off the walls, clashing with the sound of Emi’s shoes. The laugh had a dangerous quality to it; beautiful yet sharp, like broken glass. The strikingly lovely daughter of the delegate from France and the enigmatic young delegate from Sweden had arrived for an extended stay in London, at the invitation of the Minister, to attend the highly-publicized International Confederation of Wizards Conference that had been called for September to elect a new Supreme Mugwump from among the Confederation’s delegates.
“Connard!” Emi hissed, swatting Sven, and then stopped abruptly as she noticed someone else walking through the corridor, causing her companion to skirt to a halt so as not to run her over. “…Xi, est-ce vous?” Emi’s shoulders squared back as she peered at the young woman opposite, surprised (and just a touch suspicious). She took a few steps closer to the other, her heels clack clack-ing. And then, as if delivered confirmation via some unknown, imperceptible frequency, Emi squealed enthusiastically and said, “Xiomara! It has been far too long, I hardly even recognized you! But whatever are you doing here? I thought you were going to be a journalist, not a government employee…”
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