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Transformers Prime (Optimus Prime, Ratchet, and Ultra Magnus) reaction to cybertronian reader dating a Decepticon miner, and was able to convince him to join Team Prime? You know, the bot that almost got killed by a green eyed Ratchet?

When he joined their team, the miner just stayed in base majority of the time, making sure he never got in anyone’s way, and holds a big grudge towards Ratchet.

If the reader & miner are both in base, they’ll be quietly cuddling in the corner with smiles on their faces (well, face), and when reader is out on a mission then then the miner is just awkwardly standing in the corner twiddling with his fingers.

(For Ultra Magnus, miner joined the team before his arrival)

✎A/N: Honestly, I really really love the idea of this ask for some reason, so thank you very much for sending it in and I hope you have a lovely day.

[ Please do not repost, plagiarize, or use my writing for AI! Translating my work with proper credit is acceptable, but please ask first! ]

Optimus

Optimus is happy that he sees the error of his former master's ways and has joined the team. Though he is far from combat-ready, he can help the team in other ways, such as clean-up, maintenance, or in mining operations. Alternatively if he does wish to help with battle, then you or any other member of the team can help teach him.

He doesn't turn a blind eye to the past, however, and he hopes that both he and the team will get along smoothly. He tries to foster a welcoming environment, and attempts to set a good example by being welcoming and friendly towards their new guest. As for any tension, he attempts to resolve any issues the moment they come, as to keep them from growing into anything bigger and more volatile.

Ratchet

To say that he feels awkward and guilty would be a horrific understatement. If your partner's even willing to talk to Ratchet, then he offers his apologies for his actions, and not once does he try to defend what he did. He accepts if he won't be forgiven, but he's relieved that he's able to at least apologize for his wrongdoings.

Initially when the two of them are left at the base, there's an awkward air between them that neither of them even try to break. Ratchet just tries to continue on with work as usual, and even if he requires help with something (such as transporting a lot of materials over, or perhaps having someone hold something up while he works on the underside of it) he'd refuse to ask your partner for help because it's just that awkward (unless however it's a serious matter that calls for their emotions to be set aside for the greater good).

If your partner ever gets injured, Ratchet will try to help him, and if he repeatedly keeps refusing his help (and if he won't listen to you), then Rachet'll have to ask you to treat any injuries for him, and he'll instruct you on how to do so for the more complicated injuries.

Ultra Magnus

Initially, he had mistaken your partner for a prisoner, and treated him as such for about 5 seconds until you came in and clarified that he is not a prisoner of war, but rather a member of the autobots now (and your partner). He even has a badge, but Magnus's focus was primarily on the fact that he was a decepticon miner.

Given the fact that he probably isn't dispatched to complete on-field or combat-related work like a majority of the team, Magnus hands a lot of the cleaning or maintenance work off to him to keep him busy and make him a more useful asset for the team. If he were to complete all that work without a fuss, then Magnus would give words of appreciation for his hard work and the two would get along relatively well.

That is until he sees how awkward your partner is around Ratchet. If there's still any tension between them, Magnus would mistake it as potential hostility and try to resolve this conflict in a more harsh and less forgiving way than Optimus would. But once someone tells him why they're tense around eachother, then he'll leave it be unless the problem becomes more violent.

#tfp imagines #tfp headcanons #tfp x reader #tfp optimus prime #optimus prime x reader #tfp ratchet #ratchet x reader #tfp ultra magnus #ultra magnus x reader #x reader #reader insert #self insert

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It would take Diane Joyce nearly ten years of battles to become the first female skilled crafts worker ever in Santa Clara County history. It would take another seven years of court litigation, pursued all the way to the U.S. Supreme Court, before she could actually start work. And then, the real fight would begin.

For blue-collar women, there was no honeymoon period on the job; the backlash began the first day they reported to work—and only intensified as the Reagan economy put more than a million blue-collar men out of work, reduced wages, and spread mounting fear. While the white-collar world seemed capable of absorbing countless lawyers and bankers in the 80s, the trades and crafts had no room for expansion. "Women are far more economically threatening in blue-collar work, because there are a finite number of jobs from which to choose," Mary Ellen Boyd, executive director of Non-Traditional Employment for Women, observes. "An MBA can do anything. But a plumber is only a plumber." While women never represented more than a few percentage points of the blue-collar work force, in this powder-keg situation it only took a few female faces to trigger a violent explosion.

Diane Joyce arrived in California in 1970, a thirty-three-year-old widow with four children, born and raised in Chicago. Her father was a tool-and-die maker, her mother a returned-goods clerk at a Walgreen's warehouse. At eighteen, she married Donald Joyce, a tool-and-die maker's apprentice at her father's plant. Fifteen years later, after working knee-deep in PCBs for years, he died suddenly of a rare form of liver cancer.

After her husband's death, Joyce taught herself to drive, packed her children in a 1966 Chrysler station wagon and headed west to San Jose, California, where a lone relative lived. Joyce was an experienced bookkeeper and she soon found work as a clerk in the county Office of Education, at $506 a month. A year later, she heard that the county's transportation department had a senior account clerk job vacant that paid $50 more a month. She applied in March 1972.

"You know, we wanted a man," the interviewer told her as soon as she walked through the door. But the account clerk jobs had all taken a pay cut recently, and sixteen women and no men had applied for the job. So he sent her on to the second interview. "This guy was a little politer," Joyce recalls. "First, he said, 'Nice day, isn't it?' before he tells me, 'You know, we wanted a man.' I wanted to say, 'Yeah, and where's my man? I am the man in my house.' But I'm sitting there with four kids to feed and all I can see is dollar signs, so I kept my mouth shut."

She got the job. Three months later, Joyce saw a posting for a "road maintenance man." An eighth-grade education and one year's work experience was all that was required, and the pay was $723 a month. Her current job required a high-school education, bookkeeping skills, and four years' experience— and paid $150 less a month. "I saw that flier and I said, ‘Oh wow, I can do that.’ Everyone in the office laughed. They thought it was a riot. . . . I let it drop."

But later that same year, every county worker got a 2 to 5 percent raise except for the 70 female account clerks. "Oh now, what do you girls need a raise for?" the director of personnel told Joyce and some other women who went before the board of supervisors to object. "All you'd do is spend the money on trips to Europe." Joyce was shocked. "Every account clerk I knew was supporting a family through death or divorce. I'd never seen Mexico, let alone Europe." Joyce decided to apply for the next better-paying "male" job that opened. In the meantime, she became active in the union; a skillful writer and one of the best-educated representatives there, Joyce wound up composing the safety language in the master contract and negotiating what became the most powerful county agreement protecting seniority rights.

In 1974, a road dispatcher retired, and both Joyce and a man named Paul Johnson, a former oil-fields roustabout, applied for the post. The supervisors told Joyce she needed to work on the road crew first and handed back her application. Johnson didn't have any road crew experience either, but his application was accepted. In the end, the job went to another man.

Joyce set out to get road crew experience. As she was filling out her application for the next road crew job that opened, in 1975, her supervisor walked in, asked what she was doing, and turned red. "You're taking a man's job away!" he shouted. Joyce sat silently for a minute, thinking. Then she said, "No, I'm not. Because a man can sit right here where I'm sitting."

In the evenings, she took courses in road maintenance and truck and light equipment operation. She came in third out of 87 applicants on the job test; there were ten openings on the road crew, and she got one of them.

For the next four years, Joyce carried tar pots on her shoulder, pulled trash from the median strip, and maneuvered trucks up the mountains to clear mud slides. "Working outdoors was great," she says. "You know, women pay fifty dollars a month to join a health club, and here I was getting paid to get in shape." The road men didn't exactly welcome her arrival. When they trained her to drive the bobtail trucks, she says, they kept changing instructions; one gave her driving tips that nearly blew up the engine. Her supervisor wouldn't issue her a pair of coveralls; she had to file a formal grievance to get them. In the yard, the men kept the ladies' room locked, and on the road they wouldn't stop to let her use the bathroom. "You wanted a man's job, you learn to pee like a man," her supervisor told her.

Obscene graffiti about Joyce appeared on the sides of trucks. Men threw darts at union notices she posted on the bulletin board. One day, the stockroom storekeeper, Tony Laramie, who says later he liked to call her "the piglet," called a general meeting in the depot's Ready Room. "I hate the day you came here," Laramie started screaming at Joyce as the other men looked on, many nodding. "We don't want you here. You don't belong here. Why don't you go the hell away?"

Joyce's experience was typical of the forthright and often violent backlash within the blue-collar work force, an assault undisguised by decorous homages to women's "difference." At a construction site in New York, for example, where only a few female hard-hats had found work, the men took a woman's work boots and hacked them into bits. Another woman was injured by a male co-worker; he hit her on the head with a two-by-four. In Santa Clara County, where Joyce worked, the county's equal opportunity office files were stuffed with reports of ostracism, hazing, sexual harassment, threats, verbal and physical abuse. "It's pervasive in some of the shops," says John Longabaugh, the county's equal employment officer at the time. "They mess up their tools, leave pornography on their desks. Safety equipment is made difficult to get, or unavailable." A maintenance worker greeted the first woman in his department with these words: "I know someone who would break your arm or leg for a price." Another new woman was ordered to clean a transit bus by her supervisor—only to find when she climbed aboard that the men had left a little gift for her: feces smeared across the seats.

In 1980, another dispatcher job opened up. Joyce and Johnson both applied. They both got similarly high scores on the written exam. Joyce now had four years' experience on the road crew; Paul Johnson only had a year and a half. The three interviewers, one of whom later referred to Joyce in court as "rabble-rousing" and "not a lady," gave the job to Johnson. Joyce decided to complain to the county athrmative action office.

The decision fell to James Graebner, the new director of the transportation department, an engineer who believed that it was about time the county hired its first woman for its 238 skilled-crafts jobs. Graebner confronted the roads director, Ron Shields. "What's wrong with the woman?" Graebner asked. “I hate her," Shields said, according to other people in the room. "I just said I thought Johnson was more qualified," is how Shields remembers it. "She didn't have the proficiency with heavy equipment." Neither, of course, did Johnson. Not that it was relevant anyway: dispatch is an office job that doesn't require lifting anything heavier than a microphone.

Graebner told Shields he was being overruled; Joyce had the job. Later that day, Joyce recalls, her supervisor called her into the conference room. "Well, you got the job," he told her. "But you're not qualified." Johnson, meanwhile, sat by the phone, dialing up the chain of command. "I felt like tearing something up," he recalls later. He demanded a meeting with the affirmative action office. "The affirmative action man walks in," Johnson says, "and he's this big black guy. He can't tell me anything. He brings in this minority who can barely speak English . . . I told them, 'You haven't heard the last of me.'" Within days, he had hired a lawyer and set his reverse discrimination suit in motion, contending that the county had given the job to a "less qualified" woman.

In 1987, the Supreme Court ruled against Johnson. The decision was hailed by women's and civil rights groups. But victory in Washington was not the same as triumph in the transportation yard. For Joyce and the road men, the backlash was just warming up. "Something like this is going to hurt me one day," Gerald Pourroy, a foreman in Joyce's office, says of the court's ruling, his voice low and bitter. He stares at the concrete wall above his desk. "I look down the tracks and I see the train coming toward me."

The day after the Supreme Court decision, a woman in the county office sent Joyce a congratulatory bouquet, two dozen carnations. Joyce arranged the flowers in a vase on her desk. The next day they were gone. She found them finally, crushed in a garbage bin. A road foreman told her, "I drop-kicked them across the yard."

-Susan Faludi, Backlash: the Undeclared War Against American Women

#susan faludi #female oppression #male entitlement #male violence #blue collar #women’s work #pay gap #sexism #misogyny #womens history #us history #amerika

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One Hell of a Love (Book 2) Chapter Twelve

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Twelve: One Hell of a Discussion

Summary: The investigation continues as the death count mounts.

The guests sat around the tea table on divans and armchairs as they had their snack. It was quite and subdued as they finished and finally got to business.

“Well, now that I’ve had my dessert, let’s sort things out,” said Grey. “First, Lord Siemens. He died around 1:10 am today. Only Earl Phantomhive has no alibi. And then, the butler…we do not know his time of death. Next was Phelps, and he died around 2:38 am today…okay so far?”

“No,” said Arthur. “The butler’s corpse was discovered before Phelps’s, but we do not know which of the two was first to be murdered.”

“Oh, right,” said Grey.

“Going by the state of the corpses, a few hours had elapsed from the time the two were killed,” said Arthur. “Thus, it holds true that both I and the Earl have an alibi as we were chained together till morning.”

Ciel nodded. “The Professor and I were shackled and got into bed at around 2 am. Sebastian mentioned then that he had already taken Mr. Phelps through to my bedroom. And then Mr. Phelps was murdered around 2:38 am.”

“Well, who saw Master Butler last?” said Lau.

“The two of us most likely, but the room was dark and the clock far away, so I can’t be certain of the exact time,” said Arthur.

“We saw Mr. Sebastian during the night!” said Finny, and Baldroy nodded.

“I did too, I did!” said Mey-Rin.

“As did I,” said (Y/N).

“Around what time was that?”

“Around 3:00, I believe,” said (Y/N). The witching hour. How appropriate.

“That would mean Sebastian was the last to be murdered, isn’t that right?” said Baldroy.

“Why did he go to see you?” said Arthur.

“He came to take stock of the food with me and ordered Finny to clean the fireplaces,” said Baldroy.

“He discussed duties for tomorrow with me,” said (Y/N).

“And he gave me a carrier…owl? To dispatch,” said Mey-Rin.

“An owl?” said Ciel.

“An owl, unlike a pigeon, can fly even in a storm. Shrewd as usual, that guy,” said Baldroy.

“What did the letter say?” asked Grey.

“I was not privy to its contents, no, sir,” said Mey-Rin.

“He might’ve sent that letter to the police!” said Arthur.

“Even the phone lines are out due to this storm, after all,” said Ciel.

“But if Sebastian was killed last, things get complicated, don’t they?” remarked Arthur. “The only two who could have created a locked room scenario in the Earl’s quarters were Mr. Phelps, who was within, and Sebastian, who possessed the key to said room…In that case, the theory that the culprit is Sebastian is most plausible…However….Sebastian was himself murdered.”

“So, the butler lad conspired with another, with whom he committed the murders, then was himself killed to ensure his silence after an argument over the ill-gotten gains or somesuch?” said Lau, clearing enjoying spinning tales.

“…That is possible,” said Ciel. “Then the likelihood is great of the perpetrator being one who would profit from disposing of them all.”

“Quite so, quite so!” agreed Lau. “Money makes the world go ‘round, after all!”

Woodley paused and glanced at Lau. “Mr. Phelps is the scion of the Blue Star Line, a leader in integrated maritime transport. He lacked presence, but he was capable enough to be put in charge of the trade division and had recently expanded the business into the Asian sphere. Lau. He was a competitor of yours.”

Lau smiled and sipped his tea. “Hm, I suppose he would be.”

“Furthermore, you carry around a needle in that capacious sleeve of yours, don’t you?” pointed out Ciel.

Lau smiled pleasantly. “Indeed I do! However, it is an instrument of medicine.” He pulled a long, thin needle from his sleeve.

That will certainly elicit a reaction, thought (Y/N).

The rest of the guests cried out at the sight. (Y/N) kept from grinning.

“Th-Then you killed Phelps!” shouted Woodley.

Lau shrugged innocently. “Oh my word! Don’t you think you’re being a bit rash?”

“You were snooping about the Earl’s bedchambers just now! You were destroying evidence, weren’t you?!” cried Grimsby.

“What trick are you proposing I used to make a locked room of the dressing room, which is so far in the back?” said Lau. “It has no door leading to the outside, and I hate to disappoint you, but even we Chinese cannot pass through vents. First of all, please remember I do have an alibi for the time of Lord Siemen’s murder.” He grinned. “Really, Lord Earl! You can be suuuch a bully! This is no time to be getting back at me, you know!”

Ciel deadpanned. “Should the man who suggested I be confined in the first place be saying such a thing?” He sighed and sipped his tea. “Well, even if you had conspired with Sebastian, no one could have killed all three victims. I was merely teasing you.”

“You’re right,” said Arthur.

“What is it you mean?” asked Irene.

“If we make a simple chart of it,” explained Arthur, drawing in his notebook to show each person and who could have killed each victim. “This is what we get.” No one person had an opportunity to kill all three. “Only Earl Phantomhive could have murdered Lord Siemens around 1:10 am. Only Sebastian could have murdered Mr. Phelps around 2:38 am. Finally, anyone but the Earl and I could have murdered Sebastian around 3:00 am. Thus, even if the culprit had Sebastian for an accomplice, it is still impossible for one person to have murdered all of the victims!”

“If one person couldn’t have done it, then the guests who came to the party as a pair must be the guilty ones!” cried Woodley, glaring at Irene and Grimsby.

“Sod that!” shouted Grimsby. “It isn’t bad enough hat we’re locked up in this godforsaken place, but now you have the gall to treat us like common criminals?!”

“Grimsby, calm down!” pleased Irene, holding onto him.

“Yes, please, do calm down, gentlemen!” said Arthur.

I can see why Ciel likes this one. He is sensible with an intelligent mind, thought (Y/N).

“Besides,” continued Arthur. “This isn’t so simple a case as to be solved by the mere fact that two people would have been able to commit the cri—.”

“Simple or not, I couldn’t care less!” cried Woodley angrily. “I’m sick of this! I can’t bear to be here any longer!”

“And where is it you intend to go, sir?” said Ciel calmly. “Under these circumstances, I would be grateful if you would refrain from taking liberties.”

“How dare you accusing me of taking liberties?!” shouted Woodley. “When all of these horrors are all your—!”

“All my what?” Ciel’s tone was deceptively casual.

Woodley paused, eyes widening in panicked anger. “I—! I know what you’re up to! Truth is, you’re the mastermind behind all of this, aren’t you?!”

Ciel scoffed and smirked at the suggestion (though (Y/N) knew he definitely brought this group together for a reason). “I am afraid I do not know to what it is you are referring, but please do compose yourself.”

“You called us here with the intention of putting an end to us all along!” cried Woodley. “You dog of the Queen! I’ll have you let me go now! Who in their right mind would stay here like a lamb to the slaughter?!”

“Please wait!” said Arthur. “To leave in this storm would be folly! Staying here as a group would be best toa void risking suspicion as well—.”

Woodley struck Arthur, and he fell to the floor. “I will not be dictated to by some medical quack!”

“Woodley.” Ciel’s deadly calm voice pierced the tension. “I am telling you to sit. So sit down. Now.”

“How dare you tell me what to do!” Woodley lunged for Ciel.

“My Lord!” cried Arthur.

(Y/N) slammed Woodley to the ground. The guests’ eyes widened, and Ciel didn’t flinch. (Y/N) braced Woodley on the ground, pinning him down. His arm lay over their knee, and if (Y/N) pressed their arm down farther, it would snap. Woodley attempted to move, but (Y/N)’s demonic strength kept him down.

“Apologies for your discomfort.” (Y/N) wasn’t sorry at all. “However, Mr. Woodley, in this manor, anyone who seeks to harm the Young Master, no matter their station, shall be dealt with and shown no mercy.” They smiled falsely at Woodley below them. “I’m sure you understand.”

“What is wrong with this cursed house?!” growled Woodley. “Damn you!”

“Wh-What in the world did they just do? I never even saw them move,” said Arthur in surprise.

“The maid and butler of this household have always been quite skilled,” said Lau, smiling.

“(Y/N),” said Ciel. “That will do.” (Y/N) squeezed Woodley’s arm in warning before allowing him to stand. “Well, then.” Ciel put his teacup down. “As things currently stand, the Professor is the only one among us who, without a doubt, cannot be the culprit. Thus, I believe the safest and fairest option is to have the professor decide on how we should proceed.”

“M-Me?” said Arthur.

“Yes,” said Ciel. “For my part, I’ve no desire to leave the perpetrators endlessly wandering about my manor.”

“N-No. Well, I can’t say I’m not of the same mind on that account, but…” Arthur trailed off nervously.

“Of course the same goes for us,” said Irene.

“That settles it, then,” said Ciel. “We have nothing but time until the storm lets up anyhow. So what do you say we hunt down and corner the culprits at our leisure? Hm, Professor?”

Ah. Ciel’s getting his entertainment, now, thought (Y/N).

Arthur straightened before sitting down again. “Alright. Alright. Hearing your sides of the story has made everything much clearer, but what concerns me the most is the whereabouts of the key to the Earl’s quarters. As it stands, only Sebastian, who was in possession of the key, could have killed Mr. Phelps, but if the key had passed into the hands of another, that would change matters.”

“But now that Sebastian has been killed, can it not be said that if anyone does have the key, that person is the culprit?” said Ciel.

“Quite,” said Arthur.

“Then we first have to check whether or not the butler has the key,” said Grey. “If he does have it, consider that theory squashed.”

“You’re right,” said Arthur. “To that point, I think it best that we always conduct ourselves in groups from no won. I do not wish to have a lady accompany us to the makeshift morgue, so…Miss Irene and Mr. Grimsby, if you would please remain here.”

“Alright,” said Irene, leaning closer to Grimsby.

“And…Mr. Woodley as well…” admitted Arthur nervously.

“Hmph,” Woodley huffed.

“I’ll be fine staying here, enjoying some tea with Ran-Mao,” said Lau.

“I’ve nothing to do here, so I’ll come with!” said Grey.

“Earl Phantomhive, I do hate to impose, but would you take us around the manor?” said Arthur.

“Very well,” said Ciel. “As the servants are more familiar with the manor below stairs, let’s have them lead the way. Alright?”

“Yes, Young Master,” said (Y/N), and Baldroy and Finny nodded.

“Tanaka, Mey-Rin, stay here and see to our guests,” said Ciel.

“Yes, sir,” said Tanaka and Mey-Rin.

“Let’s be off, then,” said Ciel.

“In this setting, I half expect a guest or the like to pop out at any moment,” said Arthur as they walked down the stairs to the cellar.

“Hey! Cut that out!” cried Grey dramatically. “There’s no such thing as ghosts! ‘Cos I only believe in what I can cut down with my sword!”

“Then can you try your hand at walking without clinging on to me?” huffed Ciel.

Grey squeaked. “I figured you might be scared, so I was only taking the trouble of comforting you!” His voice shook with every word, and (Y/N) smirked.

“Gentlemen, we’re here,” said (Y/N), opening the door to the cellar. Three bodies lay under cloths before them.

“When handlin’ the corpses, please use these gloves, if ya would,” said Baldroy, handing gloves to Arthur.

“Good thinking, thank you,” he said. He cleared his throat. “Then if I may beg your pardon, Sebastian….” He pulled the cloth back and gasped. “He’s wet?!”

Poor Sebastian had to go out in all this rain, thought (Y/N). Ciel really does drive him hard.

“I’ll bet it’s from the rain leakin’ in through the roof,” said Baldroy.

“Poor Mr. Sebastian! C’mon, let’s move in!” said Finny urgently.

“Yes, let’s,” said Arthur. “The water will hasten decay, after all.

“Decay…” Finny trembled.

“Not to mention undressing him in order to investigate further will be quite troublesome since rigor mortis has set in,” said Arthur.

Undressing…? (Y/N) felt the slightest dusting of pink color their cheeks. They had not anticipated stripping Sebastian. That would mean they would see him with much less clothes. (Y/N) wasn’t against it.

Arthur continued. “So let’s first turn him over and—”

“Stop it!” cried Finny, distressed. “Please don’t treat Mr. Sebastian like a thing!” he pushed Arthur back. “Mr. Sebastian is our dear—!”

“Finny,” said Ciel sternly. “If you’re going to carry on like this, get out. You’re in the way.” He turned back to Arthur. “We can move him later. The key comes first.” The group of men stripped the body and examined everything.

“It doesn’t seem to be on his albert chain,” said Arthur.

“Did he maybe wear it ‘round his neck?” asked Finny, trying to be helpful while still gazing mournfully at the corpse.

“Let’s see,” said Arthur. He shook his head. “It’s not there either. Would it not perhaps make sense for it to be in his private room?”

“I can take you to it,” said (Y/N).

“Yes, let’s,” said Ciel.

“This is Sebastian’s room,” said (Y/N), opening the door to the bare bedchambers (having barely been used, of course. They and Sebastian had no need for them).

“It’s fairly large, isn’t it?” said Arthur.

“He was an upper servant, like (Y/N),” said Baldroy.

“Do you have any idea where he might hide a key, (Y/N)?” said Ciel.

(Y/N) shook their head. “No. And even if I did, he’d likely intentionally place it somewhere else to ensure total secrecy.”

“That sounds like him,” said Ciel.

“Let’s just start with all the places that look like they’d be good for hiding valuables,” said Grey.

Together, the group went through the chest of drawers, bedding, fireplace, and desk in Sebastian’s sparse room. Ciel then headed to the wardrobe. He opened the doors and let out an exclamation of surprise as several things leapt out at him.

Cats. There were six cats happily hidden in the wardrobe.

“Cats?!” cried the group, (Y/N) included.

“Unbelievable,” said (Y/N). “Of course that’s the personal touch to his room.” However, (Y/N) was tempted to smile. After all, it was Sebastian loving their motif once more, and besides, (Y/N) now had several cats swarming them and purring. They knelt and pet the cats, who eagerly pushed closer to the cat demon.

“Aww, what a cute kitty!” said Finny, happily picking up a cat.

“That swinge!” cried Ciel. “He hid it from me and kept them anyway!” He sniffled as the cat hair drifted around him. “Don’t let a single one out of this room! Can’t…ha…” He sneezed.

“Young Master!” said Finny.

“Finny! Don’t get close to me with that thing in your arms! My allergies—!” Ciel sneezed again.

“I suppose it’s time to retreat from this room, then. We haven’t found anything personal here,” said Grey.

Ciel eagerly led them to the corridor to speak.

“Stay in the wardrobe, sweethearts,” said (Y/N) to the cats, scratching them underneath the chin. They winked and put a finger to their lips. “Don’t tell anyone, but Sebastian will be back to take care of your soon,” they whispered conspiratorially. Then they followed Ciel into the hall.

“You’d think it would’ve been nice for him to have a few mementos from home in there,” said Grey, glancing at the door to Sebastian’s room, shut once more.

I don’t think you would want us to bring items from Hell, thought (Y/N) in amusement.

“From where did he come to join the service?” asked Grey.

“Dunno,” said Baldroy. “None of the staff knew where he was from or what he did on his days off. All we knew was that he was a perfect butler, who was ridiculously capable of doing his job.”

“Maybe the Young Master could tell you more,” said Finny.

“I haven’t a clue either,” said Ciel. “From whence he hailed, what kind of master he served previously, and what he did for said master were of no interest to me. I couldn’t have cared less about such things. At that time, anyone would have done. So long as they were loyal to none but me and did as I wish. Anyone at all.”

“At that time?” Grey raised an eyebrow.

Ciel ignored Grey and waved a hand. “Besides, (Y/N) is the one who has actually known Sebastian the longest.”

“Oh, that makes sense, then,” said Baldroy. “I wondered why he seemed to trust you the most. Makes sense if you’ve worked together before.”

(Y/N) smiled and nodded. “We have.”

“Aha, then do you know anything about his past?” said Grey curiously.

(Y/N) smiled at Grey. “I met him when he was already as he is now and I was just learning to serve.” Serve as a demon.

“So you have nothing more than we do,” said Ciel. He didn’t believe that for a second—it was clear (Y/N) and Sebastian understood each other in ways humans couldn’t—but he’d let it go. It wasn’t that important.

“Well, then, the key’s not in there,” said Arthur, redirecting the focus to the case.

“Then does that just leave us with checking everyone’s belongings?” said Grey.

Arthur shifted nervously. “Won’t everyone be outright against that idea? Especially the likes of Mr. Woodley…”

“My public authority exceeds that of the Yard, so we can simply force them to show us if they refuse!” chirped Grey. “C’mon, off we go, off we go!”

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Operation: Time Twister - Case 1: Compiled Control

🥖 Briefing: Support Division, this is your first major case as part of “Operation: Time Twister” and definitely not the last. Unlike the Orientation, which had a set narrative from beginning to end as it was in the past prior to the formation of this task force, you will have your chance to influence the story between posted Files. Likewise, this story will be a lot more complicated as turbulence from other temporal regions beyond Earthbread is to be expected. However, if collateral damage occurs, you will be held accountable for any expenses. Here are the immediate missions that are part of this Case:

Locate Croissant Cookie’s group consisting of her, Walnut Cookie, Almond Cookie, and Roguefort Cookie within the Past Dark Cacao Kingdom and return everyone back to their proper times

Track down the locations of Cinnamon Cookie, Wizard Cookie, and Cream Puff Cookie to return them to [12/24/2020 - PET-EB-C/W] safely

Retrieve loose fragments of the Blue Cheese Watch where possible

Follow up on newfound evidence regarding White Lily Cookie, Beast-Yeast, Lilywhite Space, and the Lilywhite Capital

Locate and retrieve any of White Lily Cookie’s Soulstones if possible

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🍓🍰 Disaster Response Division Memo: A new time rift has torn open in a far-eastern region of Outer Earthbread within the Primary Earthbread Timeline. Detected temporal signatures suggest that this rift was caused by loose parts of the Blue Cheese Watch, although more evidence is needed. Intelligence reports suggest that at least three people have fallen into this rift. Be on the lookout for these people who may not appear as Cookies and more likely to look like the Witch. We will be sending Strawberry Shortcake Cookie, the High Priestess of the Pomegranate Village, and a staff member of the railway transportation services of the World of Dreams to lead the detachment’s investigations, the latter of whom were commissioned as support. As such, here are the additional missions posed by the Disaster Response Division for your team:

Assist in the gathering of testimonies from local townspeople from the region

Identify any and all immediately misplaced individuals from this region

Locate misplaced individuals that have been sent to Earthbread after entering the time rift

Return all misplaced individuals to their respective region

Create a comprehensive report on how the time rift opened in the region

Stabilize the time rift before it causes additional damage within the region

Record all individuals involved on the Subject Roster

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Case Investigations

Investigation A: The Frost Miko Incidents (Active)

Investigation B: Misplaced Magicians

Investigation C: Y3 Intelligence

Ongoing Side Investigation: The Resolvers’ Incident - Courtesy of the Disaster Response Division. Their investigation’s progress will be listed within the individual investigations.

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Supervisory Memos

Timeguard Keepers are on standby for dispatch, and we plan to send three of them. Suggest via the ask box a parallel presence of someone whom you want to see from the canon lineup as a Keeper. Selections will happen behind the scenes regardless.

Support has been requested from forward field agents. It is now up to you to service these requests at your discretion. You as the Support Division can now partially influence the story by sending asks between Case Files according to incoming requests.

The pinned post has been updated to organize AU terminology and tags and to add a few more.

The Subject Roster, Space-Time Atlas, and Inquiry Master List are under development. Remaining Subject Records that have not been processed and made available to you during the Orientation will be processed after the publication of the Subject Roster.

Subject Roster - Under Development

Space-Time Atlas - Under Development

Inquiry Master List - Under Development

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After This, It Won't Be The Same

Summary: Very early on in the Clone Wars, soon after you've been knighted, you are involved in an intense battle that leaves you extremely injured, affecting your ability to be the successful Jedi General you have become. Not only does this affect you, but it brings things to light about you and Anakin's friendship.

Notes: This can act as a "prequel" to You're Not Weak, it is the injury that was mentioned briefly there. Was supposed to be relating this to an athletic injury as opposed to a life-ending injury but it is Star Wars so basically anyone can die at any time so Anakin freaks tf out...

(PART 1 of 2)

Becoming a Jedi Knight was all you ever wanted, and now that you were one you found it both thrilling but also extremely exhausting. You certainly never wanted to be a part of a war, but the adventures that you went on each and every week was everything you could have dreamed of. You also loved the freedom that was granted to you, and you loved even more that you were actively helping people which was something you wanted to do ever since you first became a Padawan. A lot of people, Jedi or otherwise, doubted your ability because of your small stature but time and time again you got to prove them wrong with your strength in the Force and agility and battle intelligence.

So, despite how tired you were after missions, you at least felt like you were fulfilling your purpose as a Jedi. The only downside, of course, was that you could not see Anakin as much. The two of you are best friends—arguably more than that, but that’s a problem to deal with another time—and it’s been that way ever since he arrived at the Temple. Your Master was good friends with Obi-Wan and worked with him quite often in the aftermath of Qui-Gon’s death, so you often found yourself training alongside Anakin and spending a lot of time with him.

He was different from other Padawans you knew, and for some reason that you could not quite place, he felt more like family than your friends, than your Master even, and being with him gave (still gives) you the same feeling you get when you think of your family before you were brought to the Temple. He gives you a new perspective on things, and you find yourself treating your former Master, Obi-Wan, and the clones in your battalion more like siblings than friends or fellow Jedi. You have found both yourself and the Force more enriched ever since you started thinking in that way.

Anakin, however, is something more to you, now. Perhaps it is somewhat romantic, but it honestly surpasses any definition you can think of. He’s just… with you, and you’re with him. You love him, and he loves you. You aren’t sure what that means exactly, but you hope someday soon you will.

You’re currently thinking about him because you are going to be in a rather large fight with him as soon as your transport touches down on this planet. Well, you should rephrase; you’re heading into battle alongside both him and Obi-Wan with each of your respective clone battalions. It will be one of the bigger battles you’ve been in recently, but you’re forcing yourself to be up to the challenge because it means you get to be with Anakin after not having seen him in what feels like forever.

The gunship shakes as you land, and instantly you are into the fray.

You sense Anakin somewhere north-west of you, but almost immediately you see Obi-Wan through the smoke ahead of you. Blocking blaster bolts and dispatching droids is rather easy, but Obi-Wan feels overwhelmed in the Force so you decide to come to his aid.

Explosions sound left and right of you, and one lands so close that dust and dirt sprays all over your face and clothes. You grimace at the sight of you being so dirty because you literally just washed your armor this morning, but you figured you would have to clean it again anyway.

Finally, you reach him.

“Ah! Nice of you to finally make an appearance!” Obi-Wan shouts over the sounds of blasterfire.

You roll your eyes, but can’t help but smile. “Not my fault you didn’t send a transmission until the last minute!”

You take out the droideka directly behind him and he nods his thanks. He had been surrounded, but your presence allowed him to take on the super battle droids in front of him. You then pull the remaining droids towards you with the Force and leave many of them in crumpled heaps after doing so. You’re both afforded a moment to breathe.

Obi-Wan pulls you in for a quick embrace, and says as he releases you, “I’m glad you are here, young one.”

You scoff, “Of course! Any excuse to be with you both, I won’t ever hesitate to help out.”

He smiles. “Well then, let’s get this over with as quickly as possible so we can have some proper time to visit with each other!”

And then you’re in the battle again. You lose track of time and let yourself sink into the Force as you work your way across the battlefront and take out seriously so many clankers that you’re sure your clone Commander is going to be jealous.

Even with the Force, though, you feel yourself getting tired. The alarming thing is that the battle is far from over.

You catch a glimpse of Anakin on the other side of the damaged ship you are fighting on top of, and it takes everything in you to not rush over to him and tackle him in a hug. That would surely be the end of both of you in a setting like this.

Obi-Wan is cornered again, though, and you have to leave Anakin for now to go help his Master once again. It seems like the droids are being absolutely relentless on Obi-Wan in particular, and you wonder if Dooku is around somewhere or directly control of the enemy squadrons stationed here. Given the difficulty of this battle, you’d say it is a near certainty.

“Obi-Wan!” you shout, drawing some of the droids’ attentions to you as you pull them towards you so you can quickly dispatch them.

You’re fighting inside the damaged ship now, and it’s not a very safe place to be. The walls are coming down around you and all it would take is one well aimed tanker blast to make the whole thing come crashing down on top of you.

That is unfortunately what happens.

You get a warning in the Force preemptively, as you often do, and it makes you feel like your limbs are being turned to jelly. You really hate that feeling, it freaks you out to no end, the last time you felt it was right before Anakin lost his hand, and the time before that was when you almost lost your Master while on a particularly dangerous mission as a Padawan.

“Shit shit shit!”

You’re panicking when you shove your hands out and push Obi-Wan and consequently the droids surrounding him out of the ship and into the clearing, and you want to launch yourself after them.

The tanker blast hits right when you start to run, and you almost make it, almost, but then something smashes into you and your legs are twisted and crushed under debris. There’s a crack that is only audible to you as both your knees go numb, and you can’t help yourself from crying out. You cover your head, protecting yourself as best you can while everything crashes down around you.

It’s completely dark.

Your head is alright, but only because you are so focused on using the Force to keep anything from hitting your head.

Finally, things stop falling around you and you can release your arms. You let them fall harshly to the damaged floor. The slight movement makes you flinch as the debris around you groans, but nothing moves.

It’s really hard to breathe.

Your legs hurt like nothing else has ever hurt before—it feels like bone on bone every time you shift the tiniest bit, and you don’t keep yourself from crying out.

You feel Obi-Wan’s alarm somewhere out there around you, but it is nothing compared to Anakin’s fear that he’s projecting into the Force. It honestly is giving you a headache… making you see spots…

Or is that lack of oxygen?

You’re stuck in there for an indeterminable amount of time and you feel like you’re about to pass out. You’re sweating, dizzy, and it takes a lot for you to keep your eyes open.

Anakin’s presence gets closer and louder, but you’ve got a sinking feeling that it is going to be too late. Maybe if you were stronger you could find a way out of this on your own… You curse your smaller build, the weakness that you just can’t seem to shake, and your eyes water in frustration.

This was not how you expected the day to turn out at all. Of course, you had gotten hurt a couple of times while in battle and collected some scars, but every Jedi had. You are one of the Order’s most needed Generals, much like Kenobi and Skywalker, and if you failed here everything you worked so hard for would be for almost nothing. You never prepared yourself to lose everything like you had seen so many other lose. You really didn’t want to leave Anakin, either.

At least Obi-Wan was safe—you knew you would not handle it if anything happened to him, and Anakin would be absolutely crushed.

You just had no idea how destroyed they would be should something happen to you.

You’re that much closer to passing out when you hear the walls of the ship groan again, and you cover your ears at the sound. Then, a burst of light breaks through and you cover your eyes at the harshness of it.

Someone lands next to you, and you strain to hear who it could be. You’re frightened that it may be a droid or worse, Dooku, but your intuition in the Force is never wrong.

It’s Anakin.

And he feels absolutely terrified.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright. I’m here, I’m going to get you out of here…” He delicately holds your head in his hands before letting you use him as a makeshift pillow. “Force, you can barely breathe down here.” You hear him activate his comm, “I’ve got her, Master! But it’s so hard to breathe here, she looks like she’s about to pass out, her legs are stuck, it isn’t good—”

“It will be alright, Anakin. I’ll send for Kix and Coric, just do your best to get the hell out of there! The battle is almost cleared up here, you’ll be safe to carry her.”

“Got it,” he says shakily, and then he turns his attention back to you. “Alright, I’m going to get you out of here… can you hear me? Please, can you give me a sign? At least show me your eyes, I wanna see your beautiful eyes…”

You want to speak, but you are so exhausted that you can’t even manage to do that. All you can do is slowly slide your arm down your face and blink your eyes open. They’re barely open anyway, but it seems to be enough for Anakin.

Seeing his eyes makes you feel so safe, and you’re in awe of how ethereal and beautiful he looks in the spotlight created by the daylight outside. Even if his face is smeared with dirt and his eyes are bloodshot and full of tears, you find him the most stunning that he’s ever been.

“There you are,” he whispers, smiling, and smoothes your hair back from your head. The motion grounds you, and you remember your training. Relying on the Force and Anakin’s incredibly strong presence that surrounds you like a protective blanket, you pull yourself slightly up and into full consciousness.

I love you.

You think it to yourself, but all at once you understand what exactly it means this time. You love Anakin Skywalker enough to break yourself free from pain.

“I love you too,” he whimpers, pressing a kiss to your forehead. His own declaration brings tears to your eyes in a way that is neither from sadness nor joy, but from the sheer amount of emotion you feel. He continues, “I need to get you out, alright? It might hurt, but I’m here with you, I’m not going anywhere—”

You whine when he tries to pull you out from under the debris that has you trapped because it tugs on your injured legs and it hurts terribly. You squeeze your eyes shut, your tears streaming down your cheeks and leaving clear tracks through the grime on your face.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, it’s almost over, just hold on…”

He stops, then lifts the debris around your legs with the Force. The pressure on your knees lessens immensely and you instantly feel relief. The pain is not gone completely, but any feeling in your legs now is better than none.

He quickly sweeps you up off the ground holding you close to his chest. He plants one more kiss to your forehead before he launches himself out of the wreckage and into the daylight.

TBC...

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plummypress · 1 month

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Disaster Transport ("Call me Dispatch Master!") and Mystic Timbers search the forest for Outpost #5

#kings island #coastercharacters #disaster transport #Mystic Timbers #cedarpoint #Cedar Point #KingsIsland

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enkisstories · 2 months

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Armitage: "Status update: Poe and Rey got captured! BB-8 managed to put a bug on the prisoner transport, though, so we can track their position."

Daniel: "Should I dispatch the extraction team?"

Armitage: "Not yet. Do it when the Falcon launches... or if it doesn't launch, then at the last projected moment it should have done so. That's in nineteen minutes."

Daniel: "Roger. - C64, start a counter."

Armitage: "Meantime, Admiral Holdo, you'll need to know that after we've uprooted the crocus, we will immediately broadcast two public announcements.

I'm sending you the full texts plus an additional document that’s for Resistance Command’s eyes only. The second file is what you'll want to pay attention to. Better prepare your followers for the potential shock."

Amilyn: "Not another superweapon... Please not another... Oh! A civil war in the First Order? That lines up with the erratic movements we've registered. So what would the second announcement be about?"

...

Amilyn: "That's... The lengths you go to to get Ben Solo off the throne... putting Rey on it!"

Amilyn: "So you may think you have stolen Rey - or “Princess Palpatine” - from us, but she played you! Rey will never be a figurehead. This is the end of the First Order. It's over!"

Armitage: "I know. For all practical purposes, this is a capitulation. As close as we can bring ourselves to surrender to a laughaubly weaker force, that is.”

Amilyn: “So to save face you surrender to Rey instead of to the Resistance as a whole. I see.”

Armitage: “I’ve fought as long as I could, but... in the three seasons I was with you people, I lived more than in the thirty-something years before.

And moreso, I found ways to create order for myself in the disorder that is life in the Resistance and the others, they... they let me. It may sound hard to believe coming from one so high up in our command chain as myself, but it was as if an invisible whip aimed at my back just wasn’t there anymore.”

Daniel: “He isn’t the only one to feel like this, not by a long shot. It started small, with individual defectors, like Finn and Gavin. But once torn, the net untied itself and then it caught fire, too.”

C64: “We’re burning, Admiral. The officers who feel like Master Solo and Grand-Marshal Hux? They may be the ones holding the capital, but theirs is not the winning side in the civil war.”

Holdo: “If that is the case, if you are really sincere, then you should strongly consider an alliance with us.”

Armitage: “Funny you should mention that, because that’s the third document I have prepared...”

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answrs · 7 months

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thinking about feeding pokemon in a (vaguely) realistic sense, but specifically ghost mons that require souls for sustenance. it's one thing to say most meat could be lab-grown/regenerating (slowpoke, that one barracuda torpedo thing that constantly snipes me in scarlet), but imo that honestly sounds wasteful to me and primed for supply issues (see: irl trying to get lizard food for like two fuckin years because there's ONE single type of bug raised for the market and a disease basically wiped them all out in one go). also like. mons that need souls or live prey? or even just allergenic food? nah.

anyway tldr this is an excuse to talk about how chandelure and eelektross share their meals. (no it's not it's not-so-hidden excuse for worldbuilding lmao) emmet orders a goldeen or something off pokemon-chewy and picks a special ball up from the mail, the fish comes pre-sleep powdered (most pokemon distributed for consumption must be humanely slept by a regulated master-level move user at the farms) so Ingo's Perfect Princess can drain it and Emmet's Stinky Worm Boy can munch the carcass in one swallow after dunking it in his special food kiddie pool.

when they were younger it was easy enough to let them into the nearby forest to grab a patrat or whatever, but it's bad optics to let a full grown fully max trained haxorus wander unsupervised even if it's perfectly natural circle of life. also that takes time to get enough food for their Big Girl and they're Extremely Busy between a whole-ass battle facility and the entire nation's transport network. get a pre-dispatched tauros and let it eat once a week (or every-other), supplementing with premade pokechow on the off-days.

archeops just snaps pidove out of the air while riding around on Emmet's shoulders like the not-so-little-anymore terror he is. Emmet wishes he didn't wear so much white because they spend a fortune on bleach or just flat out getting him brand new uniforms. bloodstains on your Masters Jacket are not good press regardless of how organic your pokemon eat. ucu

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kudosmyhero · 9 months

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The Amazing Spider-Man (vol. 1) #55: Doc Ock Wins!

Read Date: January 11, 2023 Cover Date: December 1967 ● Writer: Stan Lee ● Penciler: John Romita ● Inker: Mike Esposito ● Colorist: {uncredited} ● Letterer: Sam Rosen ● Editor: Stan Lee ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read: ● great cover ● Spider-Man is on a tear to find Dr. Octopus ● can't find him, so he goes to check on Aunt May ● nullifier moved to Tony Stark's factory, where apparently the military decided it can be best protected ● Col. Jameson is briefing a room about it, but inside is a spy for Doc Ock ● they haven't even boarded up that wall yet? ● Doc Ock attacks nullifier convoy by leaping out of a manhole ● Harry doesn't like 3 a.m. phone calls (who does?)

● Spidey and Ock battle it out at Stark Enterprises ● Ock uses nullifier on Spidey and Spidey loses his memories ● 👏👏👏

Synopsis: After Doctor Octopus caused his Aunt May to pass out, Spider-Man is now out for blood. He tears his way into one of the hideouts that Octopus set up when he was operating as he Mater Planner. He finds Octavius' minions, but not his foe. As Spider-Man dispatches the thugs, Doctor Octopus appears on a monitor and mocks Spider-Man. He tells the wall-crawler that he will never catch him and that he is about to stage the crime of the century before terminating communication. Furious, Spider-Man wrecks the equipment in the headquarters before departing. He decides to check the Master Planner's underwater headquarters but discovers that it is still flooded, another dead end. With no other leads, Spider-Man decides to return home and check on Aunt May.

Meanwhile, John Jameson is having a secret meeting to discuss the security procautions being taken to ensure the transport of the nullifier isn't interrupted. When the officials ask about Spider-Man and Doctor Octopus trying to steal it, John assures them that Spider-Man is not the enemy, despite what his father's newspaper says about the wall-crawler. As he goes over the transport route, he is unaware that one of Otto's minions is in the room, having gained access to the meeting through false credentials. By this time, Peter Parker has arrived at the home that his Aunt May shares with Anna Watson. There he is happy to see that she is doing better, although she is troubled about the damage done to the house. When Peter blames it on Doctor Octopus, his aunt still thinks that Octavius is innocent and only reacted that way due to Spider-Man attacking him. He is then visited by both Mary Jane and Gwen Stacy who have come to see how Peter's aunt is doing, and to look at the damage done to the house. Peter worries that the insurance will not be able to cover the repair work.

Back at his hideout, Doctor Octopus is given the route the military will be taking the nullifier through the city. Using a fake repair truck, Doctor Octopus and his minions speed off to steal the nullifier. As the escorted military truck is heading along its route, it happens upon some work being done on electrical cables below the street. As they slow down to pass the caution ropes, Doctor Octopus uses one of his tentacles to attack from the manhole he is hiding in. With his attack covered by smoke grenades, Doctor Octopus incapacitates all the vehicles and manages to steal the nullifier and escape. Otto orders his men to head for a munitions factory owned by Tony Stark, the first place he wants to test out the nullifier. Soon, J. Jonah Jameson arrives on the scene with Joe Robertson and Ned Leeds. Jonah pumps his son to find out if Spider-Man was involved, but there is no evidence to this fact. Jameson then tries to call Peter Parker to come down and take photos. His phone call is answered by Harry Osborn, who is upset at being woken up at 3 AM and angrily hangs up.

When Spider-Man happens upon the scene, he sees that he was too late to stop Doctor Octopus. However, knowing his long time foe, he correctly deduces that Otto would use the Nullifier on the Stark Industries factory. Unafraid of interference from Iron Man, Doctor Octopus uses the Nullifier to incapacitate the guards that are at the front gates. He then increases the power of the device, rendering the factory inert. It's then that Spider-Man arrives on the scene, and begins fighting with Octavius. When the wall-crawler begins gaining the upper hand, Doctor Octopus uses the Nullifier on his foe. The device stuns Spider-Man, and when he recovers, Doctor Octopus is surprised to see that his enemy has been stricken by amnesia. Deciding to take advantage of this new development, Doctor Octopus convinces the disorientated hero that they are allies. No longer remembering who he is, the confused hero decides to believe Otto, believing that he has no other choice.

(https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Amazing_Spider-Man_Vol_1_55)

Fan Art: Fanart: Doctor Octopus by Kato-Regama

Accompanying Podcast: ● Swinging Through Spider-Man - episode 55

● Let's Read Spider-Man - episode 34

#marvel #my marvel read #spider-man #podcast - let's read spider-man #podcast - swinging through spider-man #fan art #doctor octopus #comics #comic books #podcast recommendation #marvel comics

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The man accused of breaching the Colorado Supreme Court building, holding a security guard at gunpoint and setting a fire on the seventh floor where burned papers were found has been identified by police, though his statements to detectives afterward were redacted from the public record.

Brandon Olsen, 44, has been charged with robbery, burglary and arson in connection to the incident that unfolded at approximately 1:15 a.m. Tuesday, when officers were called to a two-vehicle crash near East 13th Avenue and Lincoln Street. According to a probable cause statement, the other driver reported the man, later identified as Olsen, got out of his car, grabbed a pistol from the back seat and ran toward the Ralph L. Carr Colorado Judicial Center.

Authorities say Olsen shot out a large first floor window and went inside. The unarmed security guard, assigned to the Colorado State Patrol Capitol Security Unit, told a detective afterward he was stationed alone at the information desk when he heard a loud banging noise, walked to the lobby to investigate and ran into Olsen upon turning the corner.

Olsen "began kicking a door to a store/maintenance room but could not force the door open," so the security guard "offered to use a key to open the door and tried to open the door with his master key," court documents say. The guard told a detective afterward "he was nervous and was shaking because the male had a pistol pointed at him." Olsen allegedly then grabbed the guard’s keys and opened the door himself. Once the door opened, the guard then ran from the area and called dispatch.

GUNMAN ARRESTED AFTER BREACHING COLORADO SUPREME COURT, HOLDING GUARD AT GUNPOINT: COPS

Nearly two hours would pass before Olsen "voluntarily surrendered" and emerged from the building surrounded by police at approximately 3 a.m., authorities said.

Olsen allegedly walked out shortly after dialing 911 and having a conversation with the operator, but what he said on the phone was redacted from the probable cause statement released by the Denver Police Department later Tuesday afternoon.

"While in the building, officers noted that it appeared the suspect intentionally set a fire on the seventh floor of the building," the probable cause statement says.

The detective who wrote the report said he went to the crime scene himself at the Colorado Supreme Court building at 1300 Broadway, observed a large glass window on the first floor had been broken, and on the seventh floor, he "smelled a strong odor of smoke."

"There was standing water from the fire suppression sprinklers throughout the entire floor and burnt papers were in the water," the document says. The detective also observed bullet defects in at least two glass windows on the seventh floor where Olsen is said to have shot out of. A semiautomatic pistol was also found on a table in a conference room on that floor.

Upon exiting the building, Olsen was transported in custody to Denver Health Medical Center, where he was later cleared by doctors. He was then transported to Denver Police headquarters "within a few hours of his initial arrest," court documents say. That was where the detective interviewed Olsen at 6:45 a.m. Tuesday, but what the suspect said was redacted.

The incident took place soon after the Colorado Supreme Court drew controversy by ruling that former President Trump should be removed from the 2024 GOP primary ballot.

Colorado State Patrol said in a statement Tuesday that preliminary investigations "confirmed a high probability the incident … is NOT associated to the recent threats against the Colorado Supreme Court Justices."

Olsen’s ex-wife, Colorado resident Tori Schumacher, claimed in an interview with The Denver Post that the suspect has "no political affiliation whatsoever" and "had a mental breakdown" after she told him during a phone conversation on New Year’s Eve that he could not see their children.

Schumacher said the two had divorced more than a decade ago, and she had not spoken to him in several years because of Olsen’s alleged drug addiction and mental health issues. During the call, Schumacher said, Olsen told her he was driving from his home state of Arizona to Colorado to see them.

"He wanted to see his children, and we didn’t allow that, and he just went a little crazy," Schumacher said. "It’s not some weird political [thing] — that has nothing to do with anything."

According to the Post, court records show Olsen has been arrested several times in Colorado over the last decade. He pleaded guilty to misdemeanor theft in 2014 and was arrested on drug-related charges in 2011 and 2013, the newspaper reported. Olsen pleaded guilty to felony vehicular eluding in connection to the 2011 incident, and several other charges against him were dismissed.

#nunyas news

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fairybond · 9 months

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RP CANON: Knowledge of Edolas

The existence of Edolas and the fact that Lisanna (and others) have been to/from there is not common knowledge.

In X784, the town of Magnolia disappeared. Having noted this and the accompanying, abnormal surge in magic, the Council dispatched some of its forces to monitor the situation, investigate, and keep outsiders from getting too close (use of runes and illusion magic aided in this). The town returned after several days and Fairy Tail had little time to celebrate Lisanna’s own return before the Council swept in and began its thorough questioning of her and the other guild members.

Through past research and ancient texts, the Council had some indication of other worlds existing alongside their own, yet to hear first hand accounts was something else entirely. Although Edolas and its magic stealing technology was apparently no longer a threat, the Council determined it was best that the knowledge of it was not shared with the public. The possibility that other worlds could potentially invade Earthland, and that the Council had had no defence against Edolas pulling magic from the world, would only lead to a panic (and potentially further distrust of the Council itself, which they couldn’t afford, especially not so soon after the Etherion disaster).

Due to effects of the magic, the people of Magnolia had no real inkling what had transpired. Their conversion to lacrima and transportation to Edolas (and back) had resulted in some amount of destruction to the town, yet the Council was able to explain away the damage with a story of a bad shipment of light lacrima causing various small explosions across town. The members of Fairy Tail were instructed to keep quiet about the truth.

Through a combination of magic, stories, and forced silence, most of the Edolas incident was suppressed by the Council, however the reappearance of Lisanna was not so easily explained. Her ‘death’ had been quite the event – notable for the tragedy of her being so young (and on a quest she should not really have been on…) and the drastic change in the famous Mirajane. As a young, S-class mage, with unique magic and a strong attitude, Mira had quite the reputation, and so her retirement from mage work following Lisanna’s death (along with her change in personality), was significant in the public eye.

To explain her return, the Council concocted the tale that the mission the Strauss siblings had been on involved a form of changeling, a shapeshifter. The story goes that this creature cast a memory loss spell on Lisanna and copied her appearance, and that it was in fact the changeling that was killed by Elfman (explaining how there was a ‘Lisanna’ to bury). It was explained that due to losing her memories, Lisanna unknowingly kept away from her siblings and lived in solitude for two years, until the effects of the spell were eventually lifted.

Only members of Fairy Tail at the time and a few select others such as Porlyusica, and Master Bob (Lisanna’s current Guild Master), know the truth.

#❰ ♥ ― lisanna. headcanon. ❱#❰ ･ﾟ― rp canon. ❱

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akitoscorpio · 5 months

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Dead of Winter Pt 7

"MAYDAY MAYDAY, WE HAVE TOTAL ENGINE FAILURE WERE GOING DOWN!"

The cries from the radio woke Axl and bog up from a deep sleep, the security camera showed the obvious.

A shuttle crashed nearby, the mayday call was on open coms meaning if they heard it, everyone in about a hundred miles did as well.

"Looks like we have at least four survivors" Bog shouted out

"I'll send the Mechanoids out to cover them, we should follow!" Axl shouted back.

"We heard your distress call, I have mechs coming to secure the crash area, don't shoot them!" Axl said as he had arrived first.

"The Dominion of the sun thanks you for your quick aid sir" a Man named Galro said

"Do you want to come back to our base, it's warmer there" Axl asked.

"No we'll hold here, we have a rescue shuttle on it's way" Galro replied.

Axl's mechs, now repainted in a dark blue color common for Mechs used by the corp waited silently for anything that might bring hard to their master. Axl and Bog waited in silence for the shuttle to arrive to take their stubborn new acquaintances back to wherever they hailed from.

Then the expected raiders arrived to attack, Battle was joined immediately.

They were put down swiftly, the raid left Axl with the impression that this was more of a rush out of desperation more than the typical lust of loot or hostages, they all carried food, and being Yttakin, a Xenotype designed with thick fur to fend off the cold. he couldn't tell why they would try to rush a well armed group the way they had done so.

Unless they were fleeing from something.

While the crash survivors waited, Axl had taken the time to carefully examine the bodies for signs of the Parasites or the infection he had seen previously, but he was a mix of relived and disappointed that neither was prevalent on the raiders.

Galro asked "What are you checking for?"

"We have had encounters with strange flesh monsters, infected rotting thins that we had to swiftly put down." Bog added

"We have heard of such monsters" Fausta, the reasonably attractive Genie Xenotype woman chimed in.

"Do you know much about them" Axl asked.

The Genie and their commander shook their heads in the negative "Only that if your wounded by them, there's a chance to catch the infection they carry, the dominion makes it a point to burn them out whenever we encounter them" Galro added.

"Cold doesn't seem to bother them, I can at least tell" Axl added "early in my time here though I was attacked by a person, I believe he was a Baseliner than when injured bled blue blood and had a parasite in his head, I wanted to see if they had something similar"

"Clearly they bled red enough..." Galro added.

It was not long before their rescue shuttle landed and retrieved the survivors of the crash. Axl mentally logged every scrap of information he learned from the incident, about this Dominion, the raiders, and the lack of information on the parasites the dominion had in general.

Later that day when the night had fallen and the weather had turned to it's coldest, they got word of a transport pot that crashed with a single person on it. They quickly dispatched to rescue the injured man.

They had managed to get him inside and started to treat his wounds, but he had lost a massive amount of blood and his body was shaking as Hypothermia had set in rapidly.

He wouldn't be able to say much for quite some time.

When daylight broke, another shuttle baring the same markings from the Dominion as the shuttle that had crashed before hand landed right outside of their base

Several armed men followed by a man in red robes exited the shuttle and made themselves at home. bog called Axl back quickly from collection resources and bodies to see the commotion that had started to unfold at their base.

The band quickly approached Axl directly

"Can I-"

The red robed figure stated directly "Axlandiar Megazaan, By the powers vested in me, as granted by the Emperor of the Dominion, and by the will of Horus, God of the skies, grant you the title of Yeoman of the great Dominion of the Sun, and all the rights and privileges such a title grants you. Including ownership and land and the formation of a rank 1 psylink"

Axl was, stunned silence as the red robed man took his hand and injected his arm with a Psyformer, immediately unlocking his psionic potential, said potential struck him with a bolt of lightning causing a sharp pain in his head.

Without another spoke word, the figure and his bodyguards left.

Bog started howling in laughter looking at Axl's face

"What the hell just happened?" Axl asked

Bog cracked up grinning "Oh nothing to serious" before his grin turned mischievous "M'lord" as he walked past him laughing.

Axl could only stand their dumbfounded as Bog left the room "What?"

#rimworld #dead of winter

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disaster-transport · 9 months

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Notes on Defunct Cedar Point Ride Disaster Transport

There is no one opinion made about defunct Cedar Point Ride Disaster Transport (Many believe that is was a failed attempt to recreate disney’s Space Mountain (that even if if was a failure it was that of a greater stage capitalist level (which is reflective of a greater societal issue (which would then encompass a greater questioning of the morality of theme parks(Connecting back to the issue of greater communication and the entertainment industry in the 20th and 21st centuries)))). The fact of the matter is that there is no correct opinion about the ride, but rather an objective truth about the themes that make up the ride’s cultivation and theming. The themes throughout the rides reflect horror; They reflect not only the horror of a trip to space hijacked by space pirates, but also they reflect the greater horror of a modern day capitalist society that does not regulate the power of big corporations, especially when it comes to the safety of those employed by it and the consumers involved in supporting it. It reflects the greater horror of self-destructive consumerism.

To fully understand defunct Cedar Point ride Disaster Transport, you need to examine the theming that makes up the ride. There was one drawback of the theming that made it almost incomprehensible, though: it was made in the 1990s. Many were confused by the lack of connection between items. Many struggled to see how the one, overworked, one robot running the reception and management duties of Dispatch Master Transport is reflective of the common understaffing and overworking problem in corporate businesses. Many also struggled to see how it’s mysterious and dark tracking connected to shady coverups of business malfunctions.

There is a great disconnect between the actual message of the ride and the modern-day multi-million dollar effects it is often scrutinized with. But, those who value small-scale attractions and give greater meaning to the ride. Many remember the memorabilia from the ride, and how much fun they had with their family on the ride, as it was accessible for riders of most age groups. The rides' new and not necessarily sustainable effects are those that cater to a different audience who are in a different socio-economic class than most “esteemed coaster critics”. The ride was good for both the company of Cedar Fair and for the families that couldn’t afford to fly to Orlando or to California to give their children the childhood they believed they deserved. Cedar Fair’s efforts to create the Disney World of the midwest while perceived as an attempt to recreate the success of Walt in a cheap fashion, were also a win for the average man -- a business venture that turned out to be honorable in itself.

The question still remains today (a decade after the ride’s closure): what was Disaster Transport. Disaster Transport was an indoor rollercoaster that made a family ride into one that could remain open more often than not -- contradicting its predecessor, Avalanche Run. The ride was supposed to become a long lasting staple of Cedar Point's infrastructure. Its theming was meant to connect to the greater topics of life, and when it was not sustained, it was left to break. It became a victim of time. Its effects were not maintained, parts not properly replaced and maintenance. It was replaced by the newer thing. The more important, more extreme, thing. The more thrilling and exclusive thing. The end of the ride was the end of Cedar Fair’s groundbreaking attempt at storytelling. Storytelling and theming and an era of bright lights and new sounds all brought to a stop by the invention of a strict niche enforced by the greater attempts at capitalist gain.

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F-22 Raptor returns to the skies, 5 years after serious damage caused by unsuccessful takeoff

Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 05/09/2021 - 08:00 in Military

A U.S. Air Force F-22 Raptor returned to flight on May 4, five years after suffering major damage due to an unsuccessful takeoff on April 13, 2018.

With only 186 Raptors in the entire U.S. Air Force inventory, placing only one of the formidable fighters back into operations represents a significant achievement for the 3ª Wing at Joint Elmendorf-Richardson Base, Alaska, where the F-22 is assigned.

“There are few F-22s in the inventory,” said Chief Master Sgt. Adam Willeford, the senior leader of the 3º Aircraft Maintenance Squadron, in a press release. "Each aircraft in the fleet is highly valuable for the success of the mission, so returning it to operational status is a great victory for the team."

An Accident Investigation Board blamed the 2018 accident on incorrect takeoff and landing data, an inadequate flight summary and the pilot prematurely retracting the landing gear. The pilot was taking off from Naval Air Station Fallon, Nevada, for a TOPGUN graduation exercise when the accident occurred. The pilot ran with the aircraft - lifting his nose - at 120 knots and, when the aircraft indicated that its wheels were coming off the ground, the pilot retracted the landing gear. Immediately after the collection of the landing gear, the aircraft "sit down" on the runway with the doors completely closed.

The Raptor slid about 2,000 meters on the track before stopping, at which time the unharmed pilot left the cabin. The investigation board later found that the pilot should have reached a higher speed before the rotation, but that the aviators of the F-22 community tended to trust too much that the high thrust of the jet could “overcome deviations from [takeoff and landing data]. This perception led to a decrease in the emphasis on takeoff data".

The board did not specify the exact cost of the accident, but the recovery process was extensive, with the fighter having to be partially rebuilt to return to service. The maintainers started dismantling the jet and dispatching it back to Alaska aboard a C-5 Galaxy transport jet - only the disassembly took a month.

"We took away everything that was damaged and everything that did not fit dimensionally," said Sergeant Ethan Rentz, team leader of the 3ª Aircraft Maintenance Unit (AMU), in a 2021 press release. “We removed the wings and vertical stabilizers and the entire belly of the F-22 because these panels were damaged and burned. We couldn't let these panels shaking or breaking during transportation."

When the aircraft returned to Alaska, the U.S. Air Force first had to determine whether it was worth restoring it. The simulations suggested yes, said Tech. Sergeant Kevin Fitch, another team leader of the 3ª AMU. In January 2020, the Raptor was mounted on stands in a hangar and stripped of its wire harnesses, supports and bulkheads.

“It went to the bones of the fuselage at that point,” Fitch said in a statement.

Contractors, engineers and structural specialists took 16 months to replace the entire bottom of the aircraft, the fuselage stations and more than 40 wiring harnesses. It was not until June 2021 that the active aviators finally got involved in the reconstruction. Fitch maintained inventory lists and spreadsheets to track the large number of spare parts needed for the damaged jet.

“Sgt. Fitch took it out of the blue,” Rentz said in the statement. "He is operating at the master or senior sergeant level because he is not only dealing with team leader tasks, he is coordinating several different workshops and agencies. He is essentially commanding a squadron of one-man aircraft."

The collection of parts was the biggest challenge for the repair of the Raptor, since the jet and its spare parts are no longer manufactured. The recovery process could have taken even longer if another F-22 had not fallen at Eglin Air Base in Florida in 2022, when its landing gear broke. The maintainers of the 90ª Aircraft Maintenance Unit based in JBER traveled to Eglin to cannibalize parts of the downed Raptor, including the leading edge, two flaps and a seat.

Although cannibalization prolongs the recovery time of Eglin's F-22, it helped JBER's Raptor return to service earlier - ensuring that at least one jet is flying.

On May 4, Lieutenant Colonel Philip Johnson, a functional verification flight pilot assigned to the 514º Flight Test Squadron at Hill Air Base, Utah, performed an F-22 test flight.

“They did a great job on the plane,” he said in the press release. "Some minor maintenance notes were found during the surtida, but they will be handled by maintenance. It's good to start flying operationally again."

The return of F-22 to operational status is one of the many small miracles that military aircraft maintainers perform regularly. USAF maintainers restored an A-10 “Warthog” four years after landing in Michigan, while Navy sailors once brought back an EA-18G Growler that had been considered unrecoverable five years after suffering a collision in the air.

“Five months ago, he had no struts, no wings, no flight controls, no hydraulic system, no stabilizers,” Fitch said in December 2021. “Seeing progress and doing something out of the ordinary was really gratifying. ... It will be very satisfying when you fly.

Tags: Military AviationF-22 RaptorUSAF - United States Air Force / U.S. Air Force

Fernando Valduga

Aviation photographer and pilot since 1992, has participated in several events and air operations, such as Cruzex, AirVenture, Daytona Airshow and FIDAE. He has works published in specialized aviation magazines in Brazil and abroad. Uses Canon equipment during his photographic work around the world of aviation.