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Inktober/Whumptober Day 5, rubble
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aprocessionofthoughts · 7 months
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Fighting for air to breathe
whumptober2023 day 5- debris/pinned down fandom- Spiderman TW-injury, disassociation, panic, claustrophobia summary- Peter is once more trapped beneath rubble. But at least this time he's not alone.
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Peter breathed in slowly, flinching when the rubble shifted above him.
He was in a small air pocket barely big enough for him. It felt like a coffin.
Peter ignored that.
He also ignored the way he was starting to lose feeling in his legs from the rubble collapsed on top of them.
Everything would be okay. This wasn’t like last time. Granted, this might be worse than last time.
But he had gotten out just fine last time! And this time he wasn’t even alone! 
He had Karen to keep him company.
“Peter, your heart beat is speeding up. You need to take deep breaths. I’m contacting Mr. Stark.”
“No need to do that. I’ll get out. I just need a second to breathe.” “Peter.” Karen said in the most deadpan way possible. “You are trapped under three floors of rubble and your legs are showing signs of damage. If you do not seek help the damage will be worse.”
Peter let his eyes close, taking deep shuddering breaths. “Okay.”
“I’m glad you agree because I’ve already contacted him.”
Peter’s eyes flew open just as he heard the beep that signaled that Mr. Stark was connecting to the suit. 
“Peter, your suit sent out a distress signal, what’s wrong?”
“Her name is Karen.”
Mr. Stark was silent for a moment. “Name choice aside, what’s the emergency?”
Peter hesitated for a moment. He didn’t want Mr. Stark to see him as weak. Didn’t want him to take away the suit again. He didn’t want to be alone again.
“Peter, what’s wrong?”
“Um… I may be trapped under a building?”
There was silence. Peter would have fidgeted if he hadn’t been trapped. “Say that again?” Mr. Stark’s voice was tense.
“But I’m fine! I can wait if you’re busy. I know you have a lot of things to take care of and I’m just a kid that you feel obligated to take care of and–”
“Kid!” he interrupted which was probably good since Peter would have kept rambling. “Of course I'm coming to get you. I’m tracking your location now. I just thought we’d agreed that you wouldn’t be facing down any big bads by yourself. Friendly Neighborhood Spider, remember?”
“I know! I didn’t think they were that bad! I just saw some people being sneaky and I followed them.”
Mr. Stark sighed. “Fine. I’m almost at your location. Just hold tight, okay?”
“Sure.” he responded but things were starting to feel a bit fuzzy, the panic he had tried to keep under control making him start to feel groggy. 
“Spiderman?”
He could hardly feel his legs.
“Kid!”
Maybe he could take a nap while he waited for Mr. Stark.
“Peter!”
****
Peter woke up to a beeping machine and the tingling that came from the good pain medicine. 
He opened his eyes slowly.
He was in the medical room at the Tower. He looked around and saw Mr. Stark asleep on the chair next to him.
Peter smiled. 
He was glad to have people on his side.
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seldomscilence16 · 7 months
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Whumptober Day 5: 
"You better pray I don't get up this time round."
Debri | pinned down | "It's broken."
Fandom: Owl House (canon divergence)
Prompt used: Debri, Pinned, "Its broken."
So honestly, no idea where this one stands timeline wise, cause I moved so much around. So its just like… its own timeline, so please bare with me and go with the flow. It shouldn't be too confusing hopefully, but basically; after the portal was destroyed but before the day of Unity, however literally everything that happened before and in between is up in the air order wise lol. So enjoy some Luz angst  
Also, I guess as a PS: sorry for the spacing lol, after last year im writing everything in google then posting and fixing the spacing for the whole thing... meh. If people complain I'll try lol.
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The Isles, by normal human standards, were a terrifyingly dangerous place. Luz, despite her human title, was far from normal- no matter how much the world wanted her to be- and found the Isles both weird and positively fantastic! Even with all the mortal danger and stuff. 
She'd done a lot here, been through a lot, stuff no one at her old school would believe. Still, no matter how much she's seen and experienced, some things still surprised her. But this time… this time she was alone. And boy was she in trouble. 
The fight had been her fault. Despite what they'd all been through, there were still some things they just… didn't talk about. And when things are bottled up, they're bound to explode eventually. But it's no excuse, she shouldn't have said what she said, shouldn't have yelled, and shouldn't have run off. She loves her friends, her family in this place far from her mom, and yet she always manages to ruin everything. And now, she supposed she was getting what she deserved. 
They'd been on a little trip of sorts- Willow, Gus, Amity, Hunter and herself- Luz thinks it may have had something to do with the emperor but she'd been… distracted lately. When Luz had turned to run after their fight, she's pretty sure the others flew off- they had their staff's, Luz had caught a ride with Amity because Eda needed Owlbert, so Luz was stranded, she's so stupid… she deserved it- and it was a good thing too apparently. That meant they were out of danger, and that Luz would die the most anticlimactic death ever after all she'd been through. 
Well, she supposed what led up to it wasn't like… completely boring. But she's also mad at herself for letting this all happen after she started a stupid fight because she's terrible-
She'd run off, into forest-y darkness, eyes wet but cheeks dry- she refused to cry, she couldn't, she wouldn't stop if she started and she feared she didn't have enough, that she didn't deserve to cry- and hadn't stopped until she was forced to. The trees were dense here, but that wasn't what stopped her, no it was the demon's trap. A simple little snare shed stepped in, that dragged her up to a crude little house in the trees. 
The demon itself wasn't unlike Grometheus. A grotesque formless thing that seemed to peer into Luz's very soul, but unlike the Grom monster, this thing did not change into her deepest fears but rather ranted in a cliche crotchety voice about Luz and her fellow trespassers being its next meal. Then proceeded to- in great detail- describe the process of how it'd eat them. Luz got lost about 2 seconds in when the words failed to either translate or compute with her brain, but it sounded like a truly awful way to go out. (but at least it wouldn't have been a boring headstone.)
Luz would blame the blood rushing to her head for her delayed reaction of fighting back- because it was far better than the reality- but as soon as she registered that the demon was going to hunt her friends down, she pulled some glyphs out and fought back. And truly, this thing was far easier to fight than Grometheus, despite its quick reflexes, but Luz had not taken into account the house's whereabouts. One wrong ice pillar, one hit to the support holding this house up, one second to panic, before the whole place crumbled and Luz's world went dark.
Waking up had been met with pain, and a bit of surprise at waking at all. She'd thought for sure the fall would kill her one way or the other, but no, she woke to find the sky a darker color, the remnants of the house broken around her, and her inability to move. Between the debri of the house itself, and the branches of the trees that had come with it, Luz was truly and utterly pinned, trapped, and buried. And after that fight… and the fact that even she didn't know where she was, there was no way she'd be found any time soon. She would die here, from her injuries no doubt- she was in too much pain, she felt like a dog that's been hit by a semi- and sure she deserved it, but… she wished she had left on a better note. To tell her friends she hadnt meant any of it, that she was sorry, that it's all her fault. 
Something creaks, crashes, a dirt cloud fills the air and she cant help her cough, despite the agony that rips through her,
"It's broken." She had really hoped to never hear that voice again, "My home, you broke my home!" The screech is ear splitting, and Luz can barely see- is it blood, dust, or hair in her eye she cant tell- but she can feel the debri tremble as the Demon lumbers about, throwing things, rifling through the chaos-
Looking for Luz. 
Well… she supposed she might get a notable ending after all. 'Here lies Luz the Human, killed by her own stupidity, and an angry demon.' Hm, her mama will hurtle a chancla at Luz's spirit when she hears. 
Another screech fills the air and the weight on top of Luz gets impossibly heavier, despite herself she cant help the wet scream that rips from her throat as something moves that shouldn't. She wonders idly if a rib can bend enough to rip through her back, though she supposes she shouldn't be alive long to feel it if that's the case.
A silence rings after her scream, and she bites her lip hard enough to bleed in the hopes the Demon had not heard, or at least couldn't find the direction of it. Instead a cackle fills the air, the stuff around her trembles, and Luz knows she's been found. 
"There you are child, come, it's time for dinner!" The emphasis on dinner is not needed, but Luz can appreciate a bit, even a fatal one. 
As more and more debri is moved, she comes face to face-ish once again with the demon. Ironically, even if she wasn't quite literally pinned, she thinks that stare would do the same, there's a finality to it. 
She hopes everyone will be okay. She hopes King won't be too sad, that Eda won't blame herself, that Odalia will eat dirt before the others arrive back to town, she… hopes for so many things she has no time to hope about, because appendages are forming from the blob and she knows the process is about to begin- even if she doesn't even know what the dang process is!
"Step away from our friend!" 
Awe, they still call me fr-
Wait,
"Guys! What-" her shocked response to their arrival is cut off by another shriek, this close it has her ears ringing painfully and with no hands to cover them, she simply hopes her eardrums are okay. 
Willow and Amity take the lead, Gus taking up the rear, the demon stumbling backwards as they distract it from Hunter's arrival by Luz's side. 
"Titan… hold on, I'll figure out how to get this off you-" 
"You guys came." She mutters it, against her better wishes, but with teary eyes she stares up at Hunter as he looks at her in shock.
"Of course we did. Just cause we fought doesn't mean we would leave you here." He seems hurt by her words so she forces her voice to work.
"I deserved this, I was so mean, I didn't mean any of it, i'm sorry, I-" 
"You did not deserve this!" He takes a breath to calm himself, focusing again on trying to lift stuff, "We all said stupid things, and it's obvious there are underlying problems, we will talk it out later. But right now you need help, and I have no idea what's NOT broken." 
"I love you guys." 
"Yeah yeah" the blush on his face says what he can't and Luz lets a sense of safety wash over her. 
It'd be fine, even if it was broken, they'd fix what was broke.
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flickering-nightfall · 5 months
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fun fact: (spearmaster) moon’s system failures don’t happen when the player isn’t there, (aka on safari). This is probably just code, but it’s cute to think she isn’t afraid to let ‘em happen with someone in the room.
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there are no iterator collapses in ba sing safari mode
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blueiskewl · 11 months
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The Submersible Titan Implodes
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despazito · 4 months
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Peanut inspection team
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reasonsforhope · 6 months
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We’ve just taken a major step toward cleaning up space junk.
On Monday, October 2, the Federal Communications Commission (FCC) in the US issued its first fine for space debris, ordering the US TV provider Dish to pay $150,000 for failing to move one of its satellites into a safe orbit. 
“It is definitely a very big symbolic moment for debris mitigation,” says Michelle Hanlon, a space lawyer at the University of Mississippi. “It’s a great step in the right direction.”
But it might be more than just a symbolic gesture by the FCC. Not only does it set a precedent for tackling bad actors who leave dangerous junk orbiting Earth, but it could send shock waves through the industry as other satellite operators become wary of having their reputation tarnished. While the $150,000 FCC fine was modest, Dish’s share price fell by nearly 4% immediately following its announcement, pushing the company’s $3 billion valuation down about $100 million.
The FCC’s action could also help breathe new life into the still-small market for commercial removal of space debris, essentially setting a price—$150,000—for companies such as Astroscale in Japan and ClearSpace in Switzerland to aim for in providing services that use smaller spacecraft to sidle up to dead satellites or rockets and pull them back into the atmosphere...
Another hope is that the FCC’s fine will encourage other countries to follow suit with their own enforcement actions on space junk. “It sends a message out of America taking leadership in this area,” says Newman. “This is starting the ball rolling.”
Today there are more than 8,000 active satellites, nearly 2,000 dead satellites, and hundreds of empty rockets orbiting Earth. Managing these objects and preventing collisions is a huge task, and one that is becoming increasingly difficult as the number of satellites grows rapidly. The worsening situation is largely due to mega-constellations of hundreds or thousands of satellites from companies like SpaceX and Amazon, designed to beam the internet to any corner of the globe...
Hanlon says there are further measures that could be taken to discourage companies from failing to dispose of satellites properly. “Honestly, I would love to see that if you don’t meet your license requirements, you’re banned from launching for a number of years,” she says. “If you’re driving under the influence you can have your license revoked. These are the kinds of measures we need to see.”
Chris Johnson, a space law advisor at the Secure World Foundation in the US, says the loss of reputation for Dish about the satellite situation might be worse than any fine it could have received. “They promised to remove it and they didn’t,” he says. “It’s like the first operator of a car to get a speeding ticket.”
The fall in the company’s share price appears to be indicative of that reputational damage. The fine may not have been as severe as it could have been, but the FCC’s actions can be seen as a warning to other companies to tackle space junk. “This is going to be on their record and their reputation,” says Johnson. “It’s not trivial.”
-via MIT Technology Review, October 5, 2023
Always nice to see steps taken to tackle a problem BEFORE it causes incredibly massive issues
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aviilia · 6 months
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16 orange dye just for 3 ancient debris is quite a deal
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grey-wardens · 1 month
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Father's the son of a blacksmith, born with barely a coin in the coffers. He made a name for himself among the Flaming Fist. Brave as Balduran, stubborn as a deep rothé. Daring, outspoken - but hardly posh. I spent more time duelling with father than I did rubbing elbows with lords.
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hoofpeet · 5 months
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Traditional satyr/faun snack --> It's just a stick of ice cream covered in salt crystals. Ruminant hybrids intake lot more salt than other species and their cuisine in general is a lot saltier, to the extent that a lot of it would probably be inedible to humans. Colloquially known as salt licks 👍
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galina · 5 months
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We walked out in oolong rain far beyond the city lights
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We've all heard of "Barry Bluejeans was the roadrunner to Kravitz's Wile E Coyote for like ten years post-Stolen Century pre-Gerblins" (impeccable concept, always hilarious) but consider:
Kravitz has attempted to reap Merle-Fuckin-Highchurch at least 4d6 times since he first appeared on this plane. Through a series of miscommunications, lucky rolls, slapstick shenanigans, and the occasional bout of divine intervention, he has never once succeeded.
Merle is totally oblivious to both his alleged crimes and Kravitz's increasingly desperate attempts to charge him for them.
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cologona · 2 months
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Bruce didn’t mean to slice Jason’s throat and if he did mean it, it was only to disable , it wasn’t lethal and the wound would’ve been treated, and though that didn’t happen it wasn’t Bruce who sealed Jason’s fate but Joker who set off the explosion, and anyways Jason didn’t actually die he comes back in other comics.
Except none of that matters. It matters for the validity of UTRH as a Batman story that Bruce has deniability sure, but does it absolve him? UTRH says No. At the end of the day Bruce would rather attack his son than let his murderer die. Bruce thought he was refusing the choice but the lesson of this tragedy is that refusing to pick one over the other boils down to choosing the other.
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killyertelevision · 1 year
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a stain that never comes off the sheets.
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bunabi · 3 months
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We really lucked out with having not only a habitable planet but a cute little moon to go with it
We are fumbling the bag badly I fear
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Debris - Counterparts 
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