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keeperofthebox · 1 year

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This is kind of just an unhinged meta rant about Rymin so do with it what you will. It's about Ryan's parents and how, despite having very little screentime, they really play into the story and the disagreements that Ryan and Min-gi have.

Ryan's dad only has one line and it's to give exposition to the fact that he's from a large family. That's all any of the Akagis say about Ryan. They aren't paying any attention to him or what he's doing in the BBQ scene in the twin tapes. Ryan is the exact middle child, and I think that was chosen intentionally to drive this point home. Them overlooking him leads to a lot of his outbursts throughout the season (quotes may not be exact because im not going back to look) -- "Our parents are probably wondering where we are. Or, at least... yours are." (the old west car), "Why doesn't anyone care about how I feel?" (the art gallery car), "At least your parents actually care about you!" (the mega maze car), and "No one cares about me unless I'm doing... something." (honestly cannot remember which episode and I'm too lazy to look it up). Ryan's parents' absence from book four is purposeful -- their lack of presence says just as much about Ryan as Min-gi's parents presence says about Min-gi.

Ryan has a big personality. He's a performer. He loves dressing up in crazy outfits and he loves looking cool. I don't think these things necessarily stem from emotional neglect as a child, but they are affected by it. He craves attention and he hasn't been getting it, and that leaves him with severe issues when it comes to dealing with his feelings. All of those quotes I mentioned are him lashing out, seeking attention from Min-gi, hoping that Min-gi will notice how much he's hurting from being ignored -- but every time, Min-gi redirects back to his own family issues.

Min-gi is from the opposite situation. I don't have as much to say here because the show is much more blatant about it, but his parents give him too much attention. They hover, they tell him what to do and how to do it. He is being slowly crushed by their expectations. He wants the same things as Ryan -- to make music, to perform, albeit for... lets say artsier reasons than Ryan does. But he's been taught those things are childish. He needs to be the responsible one, and clearly he's the only one with a good head on his shoulders, considering what Ryan is like. He lashes out at Ryan constantly, especially in the early part of the season, for continually dragging him into impulsive plans.

He wants Ryan to conform to societal norms, like he does, like his own parents taught him, so that Ryan will stop getting them into messes. However, Min-gi doesn't see that Ryan's personality and mental health issues don't give him the option to conform (creds to tumblr user vexahlla for that phrasing ... her tags on this post made my brain explode). He says "I couldn't get into uni if I tried" (the mega maze car). This is a whole other rant but Ryan also displays symptoms of bipolar disorder throughout the season which indicates to me that his brain chemistry would not physically allow him to slow down and follow a "typical" life path without genuine help (not the needling Min-gi was doing in the astro queue car). I think these problems that the show alludes to would have been alleviated a lot more if he'd had more help from his parents, but again, he's dealt with emotional neglect since he was tiny.

So Ryan and Min-gi end up as an unstoppable force and an unmovable object (which... now that i think about it... is a pretty accurate description of them as people, too). They both want to play music, but Ryan needs it immediately, because he needs the attention that he's not getting at home. He wants to get away, and fast. However he doesn’t realize that getting away without Min-gi is pointless, because Min-gi is who he actually wants attention from anyway. On the other hand, Min-gi can't leave immediately, especially when he thinks there's a particular life path he needs to follow. Both desperately want the other in their life, which keeps driving them back together, but they butt heads because their upbringings are so opposite.

This issue doesn't exactly get resolved in book four, but it doesn't need to, either. Book four ends with Ryan and Min-gi apologizing, and agreeing to stop sweeping things under the rug, actually try to look at each other fully, and see where the other person is coming from. So it's definitely a start to mending the gap between them and i think that's enough.

#rymin #infinity train #keeperofthebox talks #Theres so much more i want to say but its not really directly related to this point and i wouldnt know how to phrase it anyway #ryan akagi #min gi park #Im going to go listen to me and michael by mgmt and cry now

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ackarcue · 1 year

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Ramble time: Headcanon with a hint of RidLocke and Old West films

Ever since Kalagan was defeated and hauled off to prison, and that wonderful finale magic show, it was time for life to return to ‘normal’

Aka school, but only after the three weeks of mandatory therapy sessions.

But, when all was said and done, Leila was ready for public school, Theo to private school, and both Ridley and the Golden Twins had their tutors.

Poor Carter however, was a conundrum.

At first, the Vernons’ had the idea to have him enroll with Leila, but a certain red floofball offered a different solution: Let him be tutored by Ms. Parkly first, and then let him join Leila after he “catches up.”

She wanted to “keep an eye on him”, and the parents agreed to the opposite. As in Carter keeping an eye on the head of the Chaos Trio. So an agreement was met, and Carter would be picked up by Ms. Parkly and Ridley at the same time Leila left for school.

Carter would of course ride on Ridley’s wheelchair, per the latter’s request. Something about the world’s shortest hood ornament.

Anyways, Carter proved to be quite knowledgeable in the introductory lessons, meant to help measure where he might need the most help before public school. Math and English were alright, but Carter had a strange fascination when he was tested about the Wild West, what Ridley herself was currently learning. He knew of the guns, the towns, and the culture, but what inspired him the most was a film set around that time: “The Slackers”

The film itself was an old color film, filled with grand orchestra and bright characters. It centered around a gang who pretended to be lazy or unemployed homeless folks in tents, only to rob towns blind or bloody. A few members who stood out to Carter were:

J.J. Oliver, the protagonist gunslinger who was given the most focus in terms of the gang. His silver revolver matched his gunmetal gray eyes

Darius Rodriguez, a tall, thin sniper who was skilled with a Winchester rifle who could shoot a fly of a cactus needle

Landon Bradford, a comedic demolitionist who handled dynamite a little too carelessly

Sheriff Franklin, a stalwart man who stood for the law, and his heart shined like his badge

Aaron Rivera, the gang leader, and a pastor with holy vengeance. Armed with his swords of justice; two ivory pistols with St. Mary engraved on them.

Intrigued by Carter’s fanaticism with the film, Ms. Parkly did her own research on it. She found out it was based off the biography of one of the gang members granted amnesty for leaking out the whole story; Mason Smith. She was able to get the book, but no picture of the man. In fact there was so little information about him, you’d think he was made up.

#the magic misfits #I’ve finally done it #both the Ridley and Carter ship as well as more of my cowboi #I know there’s been some killer artwork and actual professional writing earlier but RidLocke

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kelpiemomma · 2 years

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Wild West Train Gang AU Jackie!

I love them.

Jackie and Akari are HIGHLY antagonistic towards each other. It started off as genuine antagonism where Jackie would straight up bully Akari (then going by Dawn) for whatever they could find. Her shirt wasn’t tucked in, her pants were too loose, she fed the horses too late, she was too slow, etc etc. Dawn/Akari never spoke back, just did her best to not let them find fault with her. When she did everything perfect and Jackie STILL criticized her one day, several months down the line, she went to the next level.

She isolated Jackie by saying she needed to speak to them and then just tried to fuckin beat the shit out of them. Jackie being like, twice her size, was not beat. However they DID find it amusing and courageous and reeled back on the bullying until it was eventually just teasing needling. Jackie and Akari snip and snap at each other a lot but it’s never serious anymore.

Upon first arrival and intending to mock Jackie, Akari kept calling them “Slim Jim” due to their height and super slim build. Jackie responded by calling her “Mighty Mouse” and “Ankle High to a Cricket” bc of her short height. They still hardly ever refer to each other by their actual names, saving that in case of emergency.

Jackie is most protective of Akari after Ingo and Emmet, though they absolutely ride the twin’s coattails on “most protective”. Neck and neck. Jackie is the first person to keep an eye on Akari when they’re gone for work and always has her back. They’ve managed to ward off many people who think they can mess with Akari because she’s short and slim by just being around- their height and expressions can be pretty unnerving. It’s like a fuckin scarecrow staring at you. In return, Jackie is the first person Akari goes to if the twins are gone. Sometimes if she needs help covering something up or buying something in secret (or sneaking off the ranch) she goes to Jackie first.

They have the kind of sibling relationship where one of them would put hair dye in the other’s shampoo. They’re the kind of siblings where they can pick on each other but as someone tries to join in on the needling they turn around like a rabid dog to defend each other.

Ingo and Emmet just hope they don’t one day accidentally kill each other.

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upper left, above left full body image: Jackie

Middle left, directly below left full body image: “Slim Jim” 6′8″ x ???

Directly under middle full body image: “Mighty Mouse” 4′6″ x 10 y/o

Directly above right full body image: Protective Older Sibling Mode: Activated

Directly below right full body image: Akari 5′6″ x 17 y/o

comic:

Left panel: Hey, hey! Twiggy, c’mere! (Akari) arrow pointing to Jackie that says “doing chores” with a question mark above Jackie’s head

Middle panel: What’d you see, toadling? (Jackie)

Right panel: THIS, SUCKER! (Akari)

Lower left panel: Ahahaha! You fell for it, you fucking idiot! (Akari)

Lower right panel: *screaming* (Akari) You little shit! (Jackie) Jackie, put her down and get back to work. (Ingo)

#kelp tracks #wild west train gang au #akari #jackie #ingo #ingo and emmet tend to go easier on akari when she and jackie get in trouble #she's everyone's favorite #ingo also absolutely saw the entire water trough dunk going down #and he allowed it to happen because he thought it was funny #but hey he's gotta protect the baby #put the baby down and get back to work jackie #no not down in the trough gently deposit her back on the ground

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theoriginalladya · 1 year

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I posted 3,524 times in 2022

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I tagged 3,487 of my posts in 2022

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#once in a very blue moon i will get my first name spelled right and then it usually shocks me so badly i need to sit for a minute! lol

My Top Posts in 2022:

(commissioned art of Caleb Shepard by the fabulous @dr-vauclair-art)

In an effort to try and stir the muses awake in Caleb's ME/WWII crossover world, I've been combing through some prompt lists to see what provokes them. From the 100 Ways to Say I Love You list:

Series: Something Wicked This Way Comes

Work: Keep To the West

Chapter 7: It's okay. I couldn't sleep anyway." (Read in full on AO3)

Snippet:

The glass-paned windows rattled sharply as the wind whipped against them startling Kaidan from restless slumber. Blinking through the dark, the threads of sleep reluctant to release him to the waking world, he yawned. Something stirred in his mind – part memory, part dream, yet a reminder of something that was – and he rolled to his other side, content to slip back into unconsciousness. As tired as he was from the last mission, it was easy to give in, and he nearly had until his arm met emptiness instead of the warmth of the body he expected.

He's gone…isn’t he? Lost over the side of –

Bolting upright, a surge of adrenaline raced through him, seeking and finding the weak spots within. Panic, icy and unrelenting, chilled him to the bone and all thoughts of sleep fled. The bedding fell in a tangled pool around his waist, restraining him, and his heart thumped wildly in his chest. It took long moments for calm to return, for memories to sort, for reality to stake its claim once more.

Shepard…alive, returned, safe…

A soft whimper broke free of his chest and escaped his lips. So much had happened, it was difficult to discern truth and reality from the nightmares that had haunted him for months.

It wasn’t just a dream…was it? Shepard is alive…?

Read in full on AO3 here

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Had the Humblebi pattern come across my dash recently and I decided to make a gift for a friend's daughter who likes bees. Fiddled with gauge and yarn (worsted weight (Red Heart Gold) and size 9 needles) to make it a bit bigger, but it knit up like a dream. I've never done a bottom-up knit before, and aside from the struggle of counting out to make sure I had enough stitches at the beginning, it was fun! Might have to make one for myself now! :)

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and...voila! One Starry Night cake of yarn. The darker color bled a bit during the wash and the lighter colors aren't so bright now, but it still looks really good! Can't wait to have a chance to knit this up!

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(top picture: Serafina MacKinnon and Alistair Theirin)

(bottom picture: Serafina and her twin, Sean)

Was thinking about my girl earlier today, and decided to stare at the lovely art that @xla-hainex did for me for a while.

Really hoping this means she's prepared to start talking to me again so I can get back to her story over in Dragon Age. She and her twin, Sean, have a LOT to share, and if I can finally get that done, then I might be able to get back to the two of them over in Mass Effect.

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My #1 post of 2022

Happy Birthday, Commander Shepard!

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #oh my #it's great to see which ones were my top posts!#Especially since this latter part of the year I've been gone so much with the move and moving in

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dongiovannaswife · 2 years

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Happy together; Westwood.

Standing before the door to his bosses' office, Agosto 'Westwood' Carvelli scratches the back of his neck, trying to avoid the scars in the zone since these tend to hurt under a lot of pressure.

That morning he had received a message, a simple 'can you come over? There's something we would like to talk about' —needles to say, it made him worry. It was unusual and he did not know what to expect.

Rolling his shoulders, he hums to himself, knocking on the door once before it opens, revealing the Don there —a small smile grazing his lips.

“Please come in, West.” closing the door after he's in, Giorno asks. “Want a drink?”

Westwood shakes his head, bowing once he spots Lena sitting on the sofa, wrapped up in a blanket as the twins sleep in their playmat. “Thank you, Gio. But… What's this about? It's kinda worrying,” he then adds, frowning, “Are you okay, Lena?”

Giorno hums, circling the couch and sitting beside his wife. Throwing an arm around her shoulders, his chin tilts up momentarily, like he's trying to tease West.

Lena speaks up, sensing Westwood's worry; “West, we wanted to let you know we will need your help protecting our family—”

He nods, “Of course, Donna. You've given me a reason to keep living. It's the least I can do.”

Nodding, she keeps going, gently. “And we're grateful for that, West. But, these months will be hard: we're pregnant.”

Blinking once, twice, Westwood's mouth hangs open. Smacking his lips and clicking his tongue, words seem foreign now.

Giorno scoffs, chuckling lowly right as Carvelli comes back to his senses.

“I mean, that's good! But, like, why the mystery? Is there someone we should be wary of? Like a traitor?”

Giorno shakes his head, “We sent surprise boxes to our friends and family. But… we figured out it would be better to let you know directly, since you're our bodyguard.”

Crossing his arms above his chest, Carvelli leans back against the couch with a small thud, “Truth be told, Giogio —with your stands, you could easily protect me. A bodyguard is the last person you need.”

Chuckling, Lena speaks up now. “The more help we have the better: we may be able to protect ourselves, but the twins don't.”

The mood in the room turns sour right when Westwood manages to read between the lines: his eyes take after a darker shade and, as he leans his elbows against his thighs, he bows his head.

“If anything were to happen to you, I'll be there for your kids.”

The couple stays silent for a second until Giorno replies, “Thank you, Agosto.”

#happy together: baby giovanna #GioLena #agosto 'westwood' carvelli

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realityhelixcreates · 21 days

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By Talos, This Can't be Happening pt 6: Bruma County Blues

Oh is it going to let me post this one? Marvelous!

Our heroes(citation needed) finally reach Bruma! What absolute horseshit awaits them there?

@cardwrecks @captainbaddecisions @whocares-idont

?~?~?~?~?

Helix thanked the elves profusely while Swag laid out their single bedroll. Yeah, this wasn't going to enforce the elopement theory at all. Oh well. It was probably better than saying oh yeah, we're super into each other, years long relationship, but we're both so traumatized by previous experiences that we're mutually afraid of commitment baybeeeeee~

Yeah no.

What they had was fine, and he didn't worry about it. Helix and the elves got a fire started and some food cooking. The elves swapped stories of their people and their old home at Helix's curious prodding, sang elven folk songs in a lovely, flowing language Helix seemed able to understand. Hearing their words tumble from her lips lit a little flame in him.

It was funny. She could speak the languages of elves and dragons, demonic and celestial beings, but on Earth, only English. His grasp of Italian delighted her.

Well, it was very sexy after all.

While Helix caroused with the elves, Swag located the needle and thread he'd appropriated from the waystation, and began fixing his damaged clothes and backpack.

“Oh, you've a steady hand.” one of the elves pointed out. “Didn't think Nords were really into that sort of thing.”

“His family are tailors.” Helix lied rather easily. “From Markarth. That's how we met.”

“She's been my canvas ever since.” he said locking eyes with her over the fire. If they were going to craft this lie, they were gonna do it together. She smiled, and the elves exchanged knowing looks.

Yeah, yeah, they were adorable. But more importantly, they now had a more solid existence in this land. Just so long as they didn't run into anybody else from 'Markarth', wherever that was...

They ate dinner, and Swag finished repairing his things, then Mels bid the 'youngsters' retire in preparation for their early morning.

“Does he not realize that we're like, thirty-seven?” Swag whispered, once they'd crammed themselves into the bedroll.

“Maybe not.” Helix whispered back. “Elves live a really long time, so they might not be good at judging human ages. Besides, you still look fantastic.”

“Right back at'cha. You are timeless.”

“Here's hoping.”

With a quick smooch, they settled down.

Twin red stars in a twilit world, the air floral perfume. His eyes stung from incomprehensible beauty, scent, sound, sight, overwhelmed, but two red stars, always.

They blinked.

“Challenge.”

Feminine voice, everywhere at once, inside. A woman in a dress of flowing starlight, a statue given breath.

She lifted her arm and pointed to the west and green. A grimy man lifted his arm and pointed to the west and green. A monk lifted his arm and pointed to the west and

Red.

A path split, and split, and split again, into rays like starlight, starlight, starlight-

“Mornin' Starlight.”

They wore rings and lived a cozy life in a stone walled shop in the largest and most prosperous city in the world. She was happy, even though she barely remembered anything these these days, and he took what joy he could in caring for her.

Like starlight, starlight, starlight-

“Stay with me, Starlight.”

He knelt before the statue with her in his arms, like a Pieta in parody, making a pledge to the being whose evil crept up from the ground to claim the words from his mouth.

Rays like starlight-

“I miss you, Starlight.”

The rope was tight around his neck, and a thousand eyes were on him, waiting to see the ultimate fate of the Gray Fox, but he was simply relieved to be finally leaving this tiresome world behind.

Rays like starlight, which curled back in on themselves and disappeared as in dawn. There was no road before him. It was on him now, to step into that unknown, and set himself on one of many possible paths.

He lifted his foot.

He opened his eyes.

Nice and snug with Helix in their shared bedroll, and a gleaming white statue gazing down upon them.

Helix mumbled at his movement, floating into wakefulness.

“Mornin' Starlight.” he yawned. “Weird dreams?”

“Mnn. No...none at all.”

“You're awake? Excellent. Pack up and get prepared.” Mels said from the other side of the clearing. “I'm afraid I really can't let you stay any longer. This is no campsite, after all.”

It was fair. Back home, the churches talked a big game about mercy and generosity, but they sure as hell didn't let the homeless shack up in the sanctuary. The Daedra priest had shown more forbearance than them.

They got their things together, and tended to their hygiene as best they could, then followed the elves back to the main road. “Hey sorry again about the troll.” Swag said, and the elves waved him off.

“It wasn't as if you did it on purpose.” Mels said “Who would expect such a thing to happen? I haven't heard of there being any trolls in these parts for many years.”

Swag could feel the eyes of the statue on him, mocking and amused. He bid the elves farewell, grabbed Helix firmly by the hand, and began walking off to the west.

“No more going off the road, okay?” Swag said. “If something is growing within arms reach, fine, but we can't get lost like that again. We're not equipped to take on monsters.”

“Agreed. We'll get to Bruma, and then do something to scrounge up enough money for some equipment. Don't know what yet, though.” “You leave that to me. I've got skills. Now don't you judge.” he said, noticing her side-eying him.

“No, of course not. I just don't want you to do anything you'll regret.”

He barked a short laugh.

“Baby, I regret so much. Don't worry, I won't do anything I wasn't already willing to do. Meanwhile, why don't you tell me anything else you know about this world?”

She spoke as they walked, about the world being created by Aedra and Daedra, about the moons being the body of the one who tricked them into doing it, and the sun being a hole torn in the firmament, created when the god of magic decided to abandon the project and return to his home dimension. About the great towers scattered across the world, places of enormous power that supposedly stabilized material reality.

The White-Gold Tower was still visible from the road, rising high and slender through the morning mists. Maybe it held the key to getting home?

The road began to wind upward again, though this time he could just barely see the top of a crenelated stone wall poking out above the snowy trees.

“You think that might be it?”

“I think that might be it.”

A city. Civilization at last, for whatever that meant here. Helix of Verdancy might be an ethereal forest witch, but Edward Nigma was definitely a city rat. The cities he was used to didn't have things like tall stone walls or guarded gates, but they also didn't have bandits and trolls and giant rats. Well not that kind of giant. You saw things on the Gotham subway, but still...not like that.

The gate guards wanted nothing more than their names and business, and that was easy enough. Helix and Edward, and just passing through~

That was all this world needed from them, but he felt like it was going to try and take more.

Bruma looked old. Lived in, but built on the bones of history, in the way one could go walking down the street in Europe and be suddenly confronted by a building from the sixteen hundreds. A reminder that people had been here for centuries before you, and would be after.

The city was split into clear business and residential districts, centrally divided by a huge stone cathedral. It looked like the kind of church that could be found in the older portions of Gotham, though he doubted there were any crosses hung in this one. Houses clustered around it, like chicks around a dark, brooding hen, or orphans around a dark, brooding bat, while shops and public buildings squatted on stone tiers like a collection on display.

Helix approached a guard who was warming himself next to a large brazier. “Pardon. We're new here, could you point us to a boarding house?”

The guardsman looked the two of them up and down, and from the slight sneer on his face, Swag guessed they didn't make a favorable impression.

“Yeah, you'll want the Tap and Tack. It's...inexpensive. Other side of the chapel. Keep on the right side of the law while you're here.” he said dismissively.

Helix shrugged and they headed toward the chapel, Swag throwing one annoyed glance back over his shoulder at the brusque guardsman.

Dick.

The Tap and Tack certainly looked...inexpensive. Like a rickety shack that would blow over in a storm more like, but it was clearly a high traffic area, and warm inside. Customers filled the common room which smelled strongly of ale, bread, and smoke, and they were shouted at upon entering to hang up any weapons they had that were larger than a dagger.

Helix held up her hands.

“Sorry man, they don't come off.”

A few half-hearted laughs from other patrons, and they were promptly ignored again, having to shove their way up to the bar.

“How much for a room and a meal?” Helix asked.

The innkeeper eyed them both with the same dismissive attitude the guard had shown them, and shrugged.

“Three septims usually, but if you're short, I'll take that polypore you got.”

Helix had collected so many plants that she'd had to string them around her waist and over her shoulders. She removed a yellow mushroom from a string, and plopped it down on the counter. Swag had watched her pry the sulfurous thing off a rotten stump two days ago, and could not imagine at the time what use it might be.

The innkeeper supplied two wooden bowls and utensils, half a loaf of bread, and directed them to the stew pot over the fire. They opted to eat in the room provided, instead of trying to squeeze in at one of the crowded common room tables.

Swag had hoped for a bed, but there was only another furry bedroll. At least it was clean.

Helix lit the lamp and settled on the floor, laying out her large collection of plant parts, organizing and bundling them up. She selected a handful of stalks, and began stripping their silvery leaves.

“Is that going into the soup?” Swag asked, going through their backpacks, taking inventory of their remaining supplies. One of their water bottles had been cracked in the troll attack and was slowly leaking. Their bread had been soaking it up all day, and Swag drooped a little more with each handful of mushy goop he scooped out.

What a damn shame. All that effort, wasted. Her lips tightened slightly at the sight of the loss.

“Sorry.” he said. “Troll fucked it up.”

“Better that than you.”

She took his hand, pressed a quick kiss to his knuckles, and went back to her silvery leaves.

“These aren't going into the soup. They could, but they're more valuable for other things.”

“They smell great.” it was a green, herbaceous scent, hard to place yet somehow familiar.

“It's mugwort. Were you ever into absinthe?”

“I've tried it. Great aesthetics, but didn't enjoy it like I thought I would.”

“Mugwort and wormwood are related. Tomorrow, I will seek out whatever mage, alchemist, or apothecary this city has to offer, and I will sell this, along with whatever else I've gathered that I can get decent value from. Some of these are uncommon, not things that can really be cultivated. I might also be able to get some information out of whoever I sell to. Some clue about what to do next. How to proceed.”

They ate in relative silence, Helix getting her wild wares prepared while Swag examined his knife, looking it over for dirt, damage, or rust. There were two bedrolls now, so they had space to stretch out, but...

They pulled the furry sleeping bags close to one another, so they could rest to the sounds of each other's breath.

?~?~?~?~?

#swag!riddler #Helix #elder scrolls

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jcmarchi · 2 months

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The rise of Dawn - Technology Org

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The rise of Dawn - Technology Org

At the world’s first AI Safety Summit, hosted by the UK in November 2023, the government announced investment that would make British AI supercomputing 30 times more powerful, thanks to a pair of supercomputers named Dawn and Isambard.

Dawn was installed by the University’s high-performance computing division, Research Computing Services

The supercomputers Dawn and Isambard, based respectively in Cambridge and Bristol, are part of the government’s AI Research Resource. These national facilities will underpin the UK’s next-generation AI infrastructure, providing AI-specialised compute capacity to researchers, academia and industry.

Now up and running in its state-of-the-art Data Centre in Cambridge, Dawn is currently the most powerful AI supercomputer in the UK, with more than a thousand top-end Intel graphics processing units (GPUs) operating inside its server stacks.

The supercomputer’s bespoke innovations in hardware and software result from a long-term co-design partnership between the Cambridge Open Zettascale Lab, directed by Dr Paul Calleja, and global tech leaders Intel and Dell Technologies, with support from the UK Atomic Energy Authority (UKAEA) and UK Research & Innovation.

Dawn is now being deployed for use by scientists within Cambridge and across the UK in critical research fields such as clean energy, personalised medicine and climate.

Here, we take a look at how Dawn is being used to support these ambitious goals, starting with one of the major use cases for the new supercomputer: work by UKAEA to design the UK’s prototype fusion energy power plant.

Fusion is the natural process that powers our Sun. The immense force of gravity in the Sun’s core causes hydrogen nuclei to pack together so tightly that they ‘fuse’, releasing staggering amounts of energy. If fusion can be harnessed economically on Earth, it will provide a near-limitless form of clean, safe electricity.

“However, delivering fusion energy is one of the biggest scientific and engineering challenges of current times,” says Dr Rob Akers, Director of Computing Programmes at UKAEA. “A fusion power plant is a very strongly coupled, very complex piece of machinery – it has to be to contain the conditions of a star down here on Earth.

“So, to meet the demanding timeline to deliver these power plants for the Net Zero era, we must design the plant ‘in silico’, that is in the virtual world, using supercomputing and AI.”

Dawn will be used to build up complex simulations – ‘digital twins’ – that model fusion behaviour and plant machinery, using data gathered over the next two decades.

This will ultimately help to deliver UKAEA’s ambitious programme to design and build its prototype fusion energy plant, STEP (Spherical Tokamak for Energy Production), at West Burton in Nottinghamshire.

“Dawn is an incredibly exciting project to catalyse what is necessary to design fusion power plants in the virtual world,” adds Akers.

“This isn’t a theoretical challenge – it will result in a physical power plant that will provide significant national supply chain opportunities for construction and seed high value jobs in AI and ‘digital’ across the UK.”

The idea is that the highly immersive and connected virtual world – an ‘industrial metaverse’ – developed using Dawn will help engineers who don’t have a background in high-performance computing or AI solve challenges quicker, dramatically accelerating and de-risking the UK’s fusion roadmap.

“Having access to powerful systems like Dawn is pivotal to positioning the UK at the forefront of an emerging technology and industry,” adds Akers. “The ultimate prize will be ‘bottling a star’ – harnessing fusion energy here on Earth, and shifting the needle towards a carbon-free world.”

Professor Peter Coveney’s work using Dawn will take us closer to digital twins that can help us to stay healthy.

A human digital twin is a computer model that is a virtual replica of an individual’s biology – their DNA, molecules, cells, organs, circulatory processes, immunology and so on. Although digital twins of this completeness, complexity and individuality don’t yet exist, many believe the technology is the next frontier of medicine.

“Modern medicine is largely backwards facing,” explains Professor Coveney, Director of the Centre for Computational Science at University College London. “Doctors work out how best to treat patients by looking back at the results of clinical trials on other people.

“But what if a doctor could use a digital twin of you to check whether a drug will work, or to advise on how you will be affected in a pandemic, or to predict how a lifestyle change could improve your long-term health?

“Virtual copies of ourselves will usher in a new era of personalised medicine. These digital twins will change the whole notion of what it is to be healthy.”

Coveney is an expert in the complex modelling behind building virtual blueprints of the human body – and he’ll be using Dawn to continue his research.

He leads an international collaboration that has previously built a digital twin of the whole human circulatory system – all 60,000-miles of vessels, arteries, veins and capillaries – using data from digitised, cross-sections of a frozen cadaver.

The tough part is scaling to a digital representation of a whole human. It is challenging not just computationally but also because of how society feels about ‘digital doppelgangers’. Coveney discusses these moral and ethical issues in his book Virtual You, written to help bring everyone “from the specialist to the general public up to speed with the progress of the technology.”

Although it might be some time before a trip to the doctor will involve calling up the latest information stored electronically in your digital twin, there will be benefits throughout the journey says Coveney. One area will be in drug discovery.

“The drug discovery process is slow and expensive, but the use of hybrid-AI and physics-based simulations can accelerate therapeutic drug discovery for diseases such as COVID-19. These highly complex workflows require the most advanced supercomputing capability to provide the high throughput required to screen a vast number of candidate drugs.

“I am excited to see Dawn, the first in a new class of accelerated supercomputer, power up in the UK and look forward to continuing my research with these remarkable national facilities.”

Cambridge’s Institute of Computing for Climate Science (ICCS) is using Dawn to explore the solutions that will matter in how we deal with the climate crisis.

Climate models are increasingly complex, with vast amounts of climate data available from satellites, drones, ships and sensors, in real time and in the past, spanning locations from local to global.

“We’ve long needed the power of supercomputers to make sense of this,” says Dr Jack Atkinson, a senior research software engineer in ICCS. “But we also now need AI and machine learning to run simulations fast enough for decision makers to prioritise the actions that will make a difference.”

Atkinson’s role is to write programmes that enable teams of climate experts around the world to analyse, model and predict how the changing climate is affecting the atmosphere, biosphere, ocean and sea ice.

His colleague Dr Marion Weinzierl, also a senior research software engineer, adds: “It’s no longer only about preventing – the climate is already changing – it’s now also about making decisions on how to react. Forward simulations can ask questions like: if the sea level rises by so many metres, then can we plan to adapt? How will agriculture change with changing climate?”

Software engineers like Weinzierl and Atkinson help scientists carry out finely detailed simulations to model the processes that are happening. “We also work on improving the efficiency of the software and how it is developed and run, in order to reduce the energy-to-solution needed,” adds Weinzierl.

Atkinson describes the kind of work he’ll be using Dawn for: “I’ve been looking at how to model clouds where water changes to rain and ice in order to improve rainfall predictions. Fine detail models can capture a lot of physics but are complex and can only be used on a local scale. I’m looking at how you scale this up to the planet-level by using the ability of AI to identify patterns and learn.”

He adds: “It’s important that people don’t think that supercomputers or AI will fix climate change for them. But they could help tackle questions that will really make a difference to how we survive.”

Professor Emily Shuckburgh, Director of ICCS and Cambridge Zero, is excited about the opportunities that Dawn brings to the work of ICCS and other climate modellers:

“The key thing about climate change is there is a very rapidly ticking clock where we need to deliver solutions at speed.

“I’ve spent my whole career working on the problems side of climate change, as that’s where the focus of climate modelling is, and I’m excited about work that’s now being conducted on the solutions side of climate change… Computers like Dawn are really central to the development of these opportunities.”

Dawn has been in co-design with Dell and Intel for the past two years. It’s currently the most powerful AI supercomputer in the UK, doubling AI power in the UK. What’s next?

“We are aiming to deliver a Phase 2 Dawn which will boast 10 times the level of performance,” says Calleja. “If taken forward, Dawn Phase 2 will significantly boost the UK’s AI capability and continue this successful industry partnership.”

Dawn can handle a lot of data fast. Inside the server stacks are over a thousand GPUs (Intel® Data Center GPU Max Series) and more than 500 central processing units (CPUs – Intel® Xeon® processors). GPUs break complex problems up into parallel tasks; this is essential for both the repetitive ‘deep learning’ needed in AI and for rendering graphics into life-like ‘digital twin’ simulations. CPUs give Dawn the speed and power for high-performance computing.

Meanwhile, a unique cloud-based software layer called Scientific OpenStack combines AI, simulation and data analytics, and Intel’s oneAPI programming technology enables researchers to work seamlessly across CPUs and GPUs.

These capabilities will enable Dawn and Isambard to work together, speaking to the urgent need for greater coordination of UK large scale computing identified by the UK government. Together, Dawn and Isambard will become what is rapidly being referred to as a ‘superfacility’.

“The UK needs leading edge computational resources so that its research community can really compete on the global stage,” says Calleja.

“Nowadays, science uses simulation and AI as one of its main driving forces to accelerate the discovery process. Without the compute, without the AI capability, science is held back. With these capabilities we can drive the discovery process 10 times or 100 times faster than without them.”

Source: Cambridge University

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onehikeaweek · 8 months

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#picket range #west twin needle #north cascades national park #twin needles #stephen mather wilderness

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nityarawal · 9 months

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8/11/23

Mother Maui Trip

Afternoon Songs

Aloha

Mamma Maui

Waiting For My Trip

Lahaina Burnt Down

"Cruel Sun,"

Sunniest Place On Earth

The West Side

Cinders

Lucky An Ocean Wall

The East Side Wet

"Iao" Valley Needle

"Cloud Supreme,"

In The West Maui Mountains

4th Rainiest Place

On Earth

"Wailea" Abundant

The "Water Of Lea,"

Fires Got

Mamma Maui's

Frontal Cortex

Above "Kihei,"

"A Wrap"

Safe Over

Her Breast

Her Chest

Lungs

"Makawao" -

"Eye Of The Forest,"

Her Heart

"Haiku" -

"Talk Abruptly,"

Or Sharp Break,"

Mother Maui

Celestine prophecy

Huelo

"Tail,"

"Trail End- Last,"

Or A Hawaiian Goddess

That Never Cut Her Hair

Safe In Rainy

Cloaks

Jungles

Mother Maui

Crystal Soul

Mother Maui

You Were Meant to

Mamma-Maui Us

Trip Rewards

Mother Maui

Energy Vortexes

I'm Sure They're

Dancing

And Drumming

For Rain

Sweat Lodge

Prayers

On The North Shore

Maui Mamma

Purifying The Goddess

We're Numb

To Fires

All Around

But Must See

When The Islands

Spit You Out

4000 Tourists

Loitering At The Airport

Some Stopped

In Oahu

Will Never Make

It There

Boats Gone

Hard Rock Cafe

Closed Down

A Long Time Ago

Already

But Mick Fleetwood

Restaurant Burned

To The Ground

Mother Maui

"Maui Wowie"

How We'd Hoped

To Be Soothed

By Your Waterfalls

This Season

End Estrangement

Everyone Told Me

Don't Move To

The Jungle

When I First Landed

On "Kula" Mountain

"Gold

School

Or Plain Open Pasture,"

Everyone Said

The Jobs Are In "Lahaina"

But The "Cruel Sun"

Sent Me Back To "Huelo"

Twin Falls

Last Stop On Way

To "Hana"

"Craft Or Work,"

Don't Go There

Said The Jaded Club

Owners

Don't Go There

Nothing But

The Birds And Bees

For 'Ya In The Jungle

Waterfalls, Rivers

Sunsets

Romance

You'll Have A Baby

Before 22 Years Old

Threats Of Loneliness

Only To Meet My

Moon Rising

Mr. Jiggs

An Old Abandoned

Blind Horse

Grazing Free On The Horizon

Happier than Me

In Metropolitan Hospital

In Covid

Walking In Circles

With Restless Leg- Syndrome

For 10 Months

Drugged Dumb

Watching "Lahaina's" Sister

City "Laguna" Beach

"A Body Of Water

Cut Off

From A Larger Body

By A Reef

Of Sand

Or Coral,"

In Flames

Danya My Maui Mom

Offered

Teepee Paradise

Baby

Queen's

King's Pool

Water Falls

Crystal Pools

Caves

With My Family

Rope Swings

Guava

Emerald Pools

Artist's Retreats

Sunrise

Maui Whale Watch

Yoga

Musicians Drumming

Surfing Dancing

In Sea Life

Waves, Wind

Some Seasick

Front Street Gone

No More "LA Jolla" Style

"La Joya" - "The Jewel,"

Art Galleries

80% Tourists

Gluttony

But Where Are

The Homeless

Where Are The 66

Dead

Who Are They

Can't You Identify Them

By Their Teeth

Deed Back The Brokers

Capitalistic

Lands

That Committed Foul Play

On Sovereign Nations

Attys Too

Clerks, DA,

Officers

To Presidents

Mother Maui

Courts

Blew Her 60 mph Winds

Spoke Her Tune

Put Up Her Hand

Stop

Can't Ignore That

An Act Of God

My Locals

Dear "June's"

Dear Ones

Mother Maui

Blew Her Winds

Sail On

60 mph

Mother Nature

Has A Plan

For A Mothers Defense

And New Peace Palaces

Homes For Everyone

Mahalo

Peace-

Dr. Nitya (X) Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 2 years

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The Most Beautiful Thing I'll Never Have

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by TayyibesTeaTutorials

Before he can react, there’s one, two, three little clicks of a gun. One, two, three small needles pierce his neck. One, two, three seconds before his vision swims, his body feels unusually heavy, and his heavy heart has little to do with it.

“Don’t worry,” Nightwing barely registers the thug’s words, head connecting with the concrete before he has a chance to struggle against his attackers, toeing that dangerous cliff between sleep and wake, “You’ll be treated no more worse than you’ve treated us, bird bastard.”

Then, there is darkness. Absolute.

No Nightwing leaves that alleyway that night.

Dick Grayson doesn’t come home.

27 hours later, Alfred Pennyworth answers the bell that rings through Wayne Manor, a frantic Wally West on the other end.

Dick Grayson is missing, and it takes a frantic ex-hero (?) and a furious ex-mercenary (??) for Damian's emotionally repressed and equally hurt family to finally get invested enough to start looking for him.

Too bad Slade finds (and takes) him first.

They'll be needing some passports. Make-up hugs are long due.

And just what are these tapes Wally insists they all watch?

Words: 6509, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Nightwing (Comics)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Slade Wilson, Wally West, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Grant Wilson (DCU), Joseph Wilson, Rose Wilson

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therealityhelix · 2 years

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By Talos, This Can’t be Happening pt 6

Time for another Tamriel Tuesday! Things aren’t quite so bad this time. Maybe.

Rated PG13 for: Blood, violence, sexual situations, bad puns, and other poor life choices.

@cardwrecks @captainbaddecisions @miasmacaron do y’all even know if anyone else is still here who might be interested?

?~?~?~?~?

Yeah no.

It was funny. She could speak the languages of elves and dragons, demonic and celestial beings, but on Earth, only English. His grasp of Italian delighted her.

Well, it was very sexy after all.

While Helix caroused with the elves, Swag located the needle and thread he'd appropriated from the waystation, and began fixing his damaged clothes and backpack.

“Oh, you've a steady hand.” one of the elves pointed out. “Didn't think Nords were really into that sort of thing.”

“His family are tailors.” Helix lied rather easily. “From Markarth. That's how we met.”

Yeah, yeah, they were adorable. But more importantly, they now had a more solid existence in this land. Just so long as they didn't run into anybody else from 'Markarth', wherever that was...

They ate dinner, and Swag finished repairing his things, then Mels bid the 'youngsters' retire in preparation for their early morning.

“Does he not realize that we're like, thirty-seven?” Swag whispered, once they'd crammed themselves into the bedroll.

“Maybe not.” Helix whispered back. “Elves live a really long time, so they might not be good at judging human ages. Besides, you still look fantastic.”

“Right back at'cha. You are timeless.”

“Here's hoping.”

With a quick smooch, they settled down.

Twin red stars in a twilit world, the air floral perfume. His eyes stung from incomprehensible beauty, scent, sound, sight, overwhelmed, but two red stars, always.

They blinked.

“Challenge.”

Feminine voice, everywhere at once, inside. A woman in a dress of flowing starlight, a statue given breath.

She lifted her arm and pointed to the west and green. A grimy man lifted his arm and pointed to the west and green. An aged monk lifted his arm and pointed to the west and

Red.

A path split, and split, and split again, into rays like starlight, starlight, starlight-

“Mornin' Starlight.”

Like starlight, starlight, starlight-

“Stay with me, Starlight.”

He knelt before the statue with her in his arms, like a Pieta in parody, making a pledge to the being whose evil crept up from the ground to claim the words from his mouth.

Rays like starlight-

“I miss you, Starlight.”

The rope was tight around his neck, and a thousand eyes were on him, waiting to see the ultimate fate of the Gray Fox, but he was simply relieved to be finally leaving this tiresome world behind.

He lifted his foot.

He opened his eyes.

Nice and snug with Helix in their shared bedroll, and a gleaming white statue gazing down upon them.

Helix mumbled at his movement, floating into wakefulness.

“Mornin' Starlight.” he yawned. “Weird dreams?”

“Mnn. No...none at all.”

“You're awake? Excellent. Pack up and get prepared.” Mels said from the other side of the clearing. “I'm afraid I really can't let you stay any longer. This is no campsite, after all.”

“It wasn't as if you did it on purpose.” Mels said “Who would expect such a thing to happen? I haven't heard of there being any trolls in these parts for many years.”

Swag could feel the eyes of the statue on him, mocking and amused. He bid the elves farewell, grabbed Helix firmly by the hand, and began walking off to the west.

“No more going off the road, okay?” Swag said. “If something is growing within arms reach, fine, but we can't get lost like that again. We're not equipped to take on monsters.”

“No, of course not. I just don't want you to do anything you'll regret.”

He barked a short laugh.

“Baby, I regret so much. Don't worry, I won't do anything I wasn't already willing to do. Meanwhile, why don't you tell me anything else you know about this world?”

She spoke, as they walked, about the world being created by Aedra and Daedra, about the moons being the body of the one who tricked them into doing it, and the sun being a hole torn in the firmament, created when the god of magic decided to abandon the project and return to his home dimension. About the great towers scattered across the world, places of enormous power that supposedly stabilized material reality.

The White-Gold Tower was still visible from the road, rising high and slender through the morning mists. Maybe it held the key?

The road began to wind upward again, though this time he could just barely see the top of a crenelated stone wall poking out above the snowy trees.

“You think that might be it?”

“I think that might be it.”

The gate guards wanted nothing more than their names and business, and that was easy enough. Helix and Edward, and just passing through~

That was all this world needed from them, but he felt like it was going to try and take more.

Helix approached a guard who was warming himself next to a large brazier. “Pardon. We're new here, could you point us to a boarding house?”

The guardsman looked the two of them up and down, and from the slight sneer on his face, Swag guessed they didn't make a favorable impression.

“Yeah, you'll want the Tap and Tack. It's...inexpensive. Other side of the chapel. Keep on the right side of the law while you're here.” he said dismissively.

Helix shrugged and they headed toward the chapel, Swag throwing one annoyed glance back over his shoulder at the brusque guardsman.

Dick.

Helix held up her hands.

“Sorry man, they don't come off.”

A few half-hearted laughs from other patrons, and they were promptly ignored again, having to shove their way up to the bar.

“How much for a room and a meal?” Helix asked.

The innkeeper eyed them both with the same dismissive attitude the guard had shown them, and shrugged.

“Three septims usually, but if you're short, I'll take that polypore you got.”

Swag had hoped for a bed, but there was only another furry bedroll. At least it was clean.

What a damn shame. All that effort, wasted. Her lips tightened slightly at the sight of the loss.

“Sorry.” he said. “Troll fucked it up.”

“Better that than you.”

She took his hand, pressed a quick kiss to his knuckles, and went back to her silvery leaves.

“These aren't going into the soup. They could, but they're more valuable for other things.”

“They smell great.” it was a green, herbaceous scent, hard to place yet somehow familiar.

“It's mugwort. Were you ever into absinthe?”

“I've tried it. Great aesthetics, but didn't enjoy it like I thought I would.”

They pulled the furry sleeping bags close to one another, so they could rest to the sounds of each other's breath.

?~?~?~?~?

#sartorial sorcery #Swag!Riddler #Riddler Family #elder scrolls

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From chapter 20: Play Beneath the Rings of "Out There: The 1K - part 1."

(evening, outside, Will and Terra are playing tag. Yune is sitting on the lowered ramp of his ship. The song "How" by Lisa Loeb is playing in the background from Terra's mix CD that he transferred to the ship's music library for her. He's on the com with Selka, who stayed in the city, while they're out in the middle of nowhere next to the Utray's valley - which comes into play later on in the story.

This is the calm before the storm. They just saw a shooting star.)

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“Yay!” They cheered, “Alright! We get to go star hunting!”

“I’m gonna find it first,” Will went into competition mode.

“Not if I find it before you do,” his twin needled.

“Keep dreaming, nerdlet,” he shoved her lightly. She shoved him back, “It exploded into pieces. What about this; whoever finds the biggest piece gets the other’s dessert for a week.”

“What if I find it first?” Yune threw his chip into the ring. He enjoyed a little competition, “I get both of your desserts for a week.”

“Deal, but you won’t, Scavenger,” Will joked, “This is mine.”

“Nuh-uh, dork,” Terra threw a pebble at him that bounced harmlessly off his back, “You’re gonna be eating Loser Pie.”

“You just stated the reason why I’ll win,” he grinned, “That’s what I do for a living. I’m good at finding stuff. And it’s salvager. Not scavenger.”

“Ok, Scavenger,” Will enjoyed picking on his fake uncle, “You’re still gonna lose.”

“And you’re gonna need all the luck you can get, Sparky.”

Selka listened to the exchange, her heart brightening. The time out there together would be good for them; for the kids to feel free, and for her best friend to unblock his heart. She knew this, which was why she used the 'keeping up appearances' half-truth as the main excuse. She had hoped that in helping them, they would help him in a way she'd tried to, but couldn't.

It seemed to be working. Those three actually sounded like the family they pretended to be.

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ask-the-terror-dbd · 3 years

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Rick Taylors thoughts on other Dead By Daylight killers

‘The Trapper’

Meh. He’s alright, he never interacts with him, nor rarely see him. But he can’t lie that he looks cool though. Jason Voorhees vibes. The Terror Mask doesn’t give a rats ass about Trapper though

‘The Legion’

He likes these 4! Reminds him of his teenage years. He likes to hang out with The Legion in Ormond and show off their music collections, and just dick off doing dumb stuff. The Mask likes to insult each single member, thank god they can’t hear the mask...

‘The Wraith’

He rarely ever sees him so he can’t really have any opinions on ol’ bing bong boy. But if he manage to learn what happened to him, oh man would he feel absolutely horrible for him. Terror Mask? He just calls him a ‘whiny bitch’ repeatedly, despite the mask never hearing him whine.

‘The Doctor’

Fuck him. Fuck. Him. Rick HATES Herman, he reminds him way too much of Dr. Henry West. If he ever sees that giggling bastard, Rick is gonna deck him so hard his head will fly off. The Mask likes to make fun of him about his hate for the doctors

‘The Clown’

Oh HELL NO- Rick H A T E S clowns. First zombie clowns, now finger eating clowns!? Rick avoids all contact with the fat bastard at all times. Ugh... The Terror Mask LOVES teasing Rick about his fear for clowns.

‘The Hag’

...

Rick may or may not have punted Lisa when he came across one or her traps once. They’re definitely not on good terms... And the mask definitely supports Rick for kicking the goblin witch

‘The Huntress’

Mixed feelings. A. She’s cool and seems badass. B. She hurled a hatchet into Ricks neck once and he had never explored her realm again... Scary shit, man. The Mask tried to convince Rick to go for round 2, but he refuses

‘The Spirit’

She’s just... creepy. Something about her is just eery. And her choice of clothing kinda confused Rick, though the terror mask keeps making crude comments about it

‘The Oni’

Rick finds it weird that they have a lot in common. Gets stronger with the more blood they absorbed... giant brutes, big anger issues, all that. But of course they don’t get along. The Terror Mask wants to see who would truly win between the two... three?

‘The Hillbilly’

Rick had his hand chopped off when he encountered Max. So he may or may not have hurled Max through a wall of his home... Thank god his hand can grow back

‘The Twins’

He h a t e s Victor. Tiny little baby freak. The fact he learns that little bastard is a grown man, his face had a horrified look on his face under the mask. And for Charlotte, she just gives off intimidating vibes. The Mask just LOVES to make fun of Victor repeatedly

‘The Blight’

Put his needles anywhere near him, and Rick will shove it up his as-

Ahem- He has seen what those syringes done to other killers, and he doesn’t want to be part of that what’s so ever. Fuck that pingball fucker

‘The Deathslinger’

Rick finds him to be cool, cowboys are always badass. He likes to hang out in Dead Dawg Saloon from time to time. The Mask wants to steal his gun and wants to shoot survivors with it but in the head than the body.

‘The Plague’

Ew... just, ew. She’s just... ew. Rick has done rather unclean things back in the mansion, ripped out guts, dug his hands into flesh and blood, and shoved his fist inside a monsters... y’know. But The Plague? She’s just disgusting. He avoids her at all cost

‘The Nurse’

Her screeching creeps him out, but he heard worse. Lot worse. He wonders how the hell she can even see through that... pillow mask? Dunno what she wears even is. The Mask doesn’t really care about her, just finds her screech to be annoying as shit

‘The Trickster’

He heard his music, he really doesn’t like it. K-Pop isn’t his thing, and the screams are... disturbing. Metal all the way. But the mask? Oh boy does he have insults for him. Lots of them

‘The Shape/Michael Myers’

He’s scary as fuck, like... Michaels shorter than him, but he’s just scary as hell. Egh. He wants to punch him, but he can never find him

‘Reboot Freddy Krueger’

He remembers finding his dismembered corpse in his world, and man, does he wanna dismember this freak once he found out what he did. Every time he sees him, Rick immediately goes to fuck him up. The Terror Mask has done fucked up shit before, but even he agrees this fuckhead is a messed up dickwad

‘The Pig/Amanda Young’

Rick remembers when she managed to lock those weird trap things onto his head... Not gonna lie, it’s pretty funny to watch her get frustrated to find a way to attach the reverse bear trap on his head and try to remove his mask which cannot be removed. But when the trap went off, it just... broke. Safe to say that she is just pissed off at him.

‘The Executioner/Pyramid Head’

Finally, a monster that reminds Rick of the monsters he had to kill back in the West Mansion. He kind of wants to fight... him? It? Whatever. The Terror Mask keeps encouraging Rick to try and kill the monstrous man

‘The Demogorgon’

Another monster that looks like something he would have fought back in the west mansion. This damn thing tried to eat Ricks arm, he didn’t lose it thankfully. Just had to hit the creature repeatedly to make it let go

‘The Cannibal/Leatherface’

What the fuck?! Is he wearing someone’s face??! Jesus Christ! That’s just- creepy as shit dude. Bubba tried to go after Rick to see what face was under the skeletal mask, but fortunately the mask was stuck to his face. Rick was not in the mood to loose his face

‘The Ghostface’

How the hell does he keep getting photos of Rick?? Where is he hiding?? And how the fuck did he know who Jen is. This fucking stalker! He doesn’t like this twerp one bit. And the fact he managed to take a surprise selfie with Rick just pissed him off. The Mask finds him to be amusing, but also annoying as hell

The Nemesis

Another freak that looks like something he’d have killed in the west mansion. Rick doesn’t like this thing at all, the only one that matches Ricks height as well. And eh encountered those zombies too, and he definitely killed them once they tried to bite him. The Mask has made too much inappropriate jokes about it’s tentacles-

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One After Another (Cisco Ramon x Allen! Reader)

Chapter 1

Table of Contents

Part 1; Reader and Cisco meet their son from the future. Nora and their son admit to why they can’t go back to the future.

Request; Hi yes! Can I request a story? Or two long parts? Where the reader (Barry’s twin sister) and Cisco are married and reader is actually pregnant, and Nora shows up with a boy couple years older than her, and they reveal to be Barry and Iris’ daughter and the boy is reader and Cisco’s son, Dante? You don’t have to if you don’t want! Not forcing!

Tag list; None currently.

. . .

“Are you sure you dont want to know the gender?”

“I’m positive, Ralph,” You nod your head slowly, once, hands at your stomach and holding up your glass cup of (Favorite/Drink), “I mean, it’s not a big deal to me. We’ve already decided on names, Dante for a boy and Nora for a girl, simple,”

“But you guys could have a huge gender reveal party!” Ralph pleas, when Barry gets up to answer the door that was knocked on twice, “You could have party poppers, or have Joe dress up in a diaper!”

“I’ll kill you,” Joe threatens, and you snort, looking over your shoulder when two figures step into the living room, both darting their eyes around the living room as to scan each member of team Flash,

“I’m sorry,” Your brother rubs the back of his neck, brows pinched together as Cisco shifts in his spot beside you, arm along the back of the couch as his free hand held his wine glass- lucky, “Who are you guys?”

“I’m Nora,” The girl hesitates, hands wringing together, “Nora West-Allen,”

Before anyone can question on her last name, the boy next to her shifts, his eyes flicking to you, “I’m Dante,” You feel your chest tighten strangely, “Dante Henry Ramon,”

You feel Cisco cough on his wine, his hand behind you covering his mouth as he looks up at the young male, his brows pinched as his eyes then flicked to yours, “What?”

“I know this sounds super weird!” Nora tosses her hands in front of her, watching as her aunt and uncle stared at each other, before looking back up to her and Dante, “But we need your help,”

“I thought we were done with time traveling,” You sigh, tiredly, Cisco cocking his head in a “seriously?” motion, so you shrugged,

“What-what can we help you with?” Barry stammers, eyes narrowing slightly in thought,

“Dante and I were able to come to the past,” Nora explains, “Which is where we helped you destroy that satellite,”

“Wait, you’re a speedster?” Cisco points to Dante, your son forcing out a nervous laugh and a nod of his head,

“Great,” You murmur, so everyone looked to you, “I lose my speed and my son gains them,”

“Uh, you actually get your speed back after you give birth, Aunt Y/N,” Nora smiles, and watches as your lips pull upwards,

“Seriously?” You punch the air, free hand on your stomach, “Yes!”

“Okay,” Cisco shakes his head, standing up, “You’re telling me that the baby inside her right now,” He points to your bump, then raises his finger to Dante, “Is you?”

“Exactly,” Dante nods, “But I’m from 25 years in the future,”

“So you’re saying,” Barry runs a hand down his face, hand resting at his chin, “You’re my-our daughter,” He gestures to Iris, “And you’re my nephew?” Dante nods,

“I was named after both dads brother and Grandpa Henry,” He explains, looking to Nora, “Nora was named after Grandma Nora,”

“I see it as a win-win,” You grin, Cisco gesturing a hand out to you in disbelief,

“How are you so calm?”

“We’ve seen weirder things than this,” You remind, grasping the edge of the couch to stand, “Get me up, I can’t stand watching you drink wine while I’m stuck with (favorite/fruit) juice,”

“Why don’t we go to STAR Labs,” Iris speaks up, watching Cisco take your hand and raise you to your feet, allowing you to fully get a look at Dante, “We can figure all this out there, let you guys explain,”

. . .

“This is...”

“Weird,” Cisco finishes Barry’s sentence, looking to his brother in law who nods, both watching the two speedsters race around the speed lab, a mix of purple and yellow lightning blending with (favorite/color),

“Man I really miss my powers,” Your lips purse in a pout, hands curled under your stomach as your eyes easily kept up with the two speedsters,

“Can you really believe that’s our son up there?” Cisco murmurs, your eyes flicking to him, smiling at the grin on his face, “No matter how weird this is, it’s cool as hell,”

“I just can’t believe that we have a son,” You glance up to the running speedsters, “I was pretty sure Baby Ramon would be a girl,”

“Okay, we both know I was routing for a boy,” Cisco reminds, and you laugh, head tilting back with a grin.

“We need to be responsible with this,” Barry speaks up, your smile faltering as you look to him, “We need to find a way to send Dante and Nora back, and fast,”

“Yeah, I kind of agree,” Cisco purses his lips, “Even though this did ruin the “find out the gender at birth” scheme we were going for,”

Two figures speed to a stop behind you, your body turning to look to Nora and Dante both grinning at each other, them then looking to their parents in front of them,

“Okay guys,” Caitlin steps up, ordering the two to give her a hand, where she pierces their finger with a needle, “This is gonna link us up with your biometrics,”

“And these scrunchy things,” Cisco nods, moving in front of Dante to clasp the device around his wrist, “Is gonna analyze your connect with the Speed Force,”

Both teenagers nod as they both in sync look at their devices, grinning at each other before sprinting back around the speed lab,

“And what does it say?” Barry asks Caitlin, who types up the screen in front of her,

“A quick analysis of their DNAs show patterns that are familiar to all of you,”

“I knew it,” You nod, pursing your lips, “They’re our kids,”

“Well of course, Dante’s got my amazing hair,” Cisco twirls a lock of his hair, grinning when you shake your head.

“What about them being stuck here?” Barry continues, watching the quick interaction between his sister and best friend,

“Everything’s normal,” Cisco mutters, his own eyes on his screen as you move next to him, “They both have the speed force in their systems, they’re just... not going fast enough to open up the portal back to their timeline,”

Barry nods as his phone vibrates, glancing down with a short huff, “Damn, I was supposed to meet Singh at CCPD an hour ago,”

“Be safe,” You demand, your brother nodding before he speeds off, allowing you to look back up at the two speedsters, smiling lightly before looking back down to Cisco, his eyes looking up to meet yours before his hand presses to your bump, winking,

. . .

“I can’t believe I’m wearing the same tachyon enhancer my dad used to meet Supergirl for the first time,” Nora grins in excitement to her cousin next to her, who allowed Cisco to make adjustments to the same advice on his chest,

“I know, right?” Dante nods, gesturing to the device, “Mom had one too. But just the thought of them meeting Supergirl- cool as hell,”

“Alright,” Caitlin laughs, stepping back from Nora, “You’re both all set,”

“Did all these suits shrink?” The team looks up to Barry pulling at the bottom of his old Flash suit, your nose scrunching, “And why does it smell so bad?”

“Because it’s the one you used when you swam against King Shark, Uncle Barry,” Dante snickers, Barry nodding in realization,

“We should get going,” Barry presses his lips together as Dante and Nora frown to each other, Nora nodding in agreement, sadly,

“Then this is goodbye,” Dante says, clapping his gloved hands together as he glances to you, where you smile, softly, “It’s good to see you again, mom. I guess I’ll see you in a minute,”

“It was great meeting you,” You nod, “Even if it was six weeks too early,”

Dante laughs, glancing to Cisco, who holds up a pointed finger, “Answer this for me. Do I keep my long gorgeous locks even when I’m in my fifties?”

Dante holds up a finger to his lips, Cisco’s eyes widening in terror as he looks to his wife, where you laugh and snort against your hand, watching as Dante moved to the side of Barry Nora wasn’t at.

You wait, patiently, when the three speedsters rush off, looking over when Wally speeds up next to you, his hand at your arm, warningly, “Did they already leave?”

“Yeah, why? What’s up?” Iris asks, Wally shaking his head as he releases you,

“We have to stop them,”

Your eyes flick in alert to Cisco, flinching in alert to the explosion heard from behind the doors,

. . .

“Sorry I was too late,” Wally leans forward on his elbows, looking up to Nora on the labs bed, Dante and Barry both holding ice packs to their heads, “We got their Gideon to scan Nora and Dante’s blood samples,”

“Whatd she find?”

“Negative tachyons,” Wally sighs, your brows pinching as you glance to Cisco next to your chair,

“Negative tachyons?” Cisco questions, “So what, instead of speeding you up they slow you down?”

Wally nods, warily, Cisco frowning and huffing, “Well damn I was just joking, that’s a real thing?”

“Yeah. Ava and her team at the time bureau have encountered them before, but no one knows where they come from or how they’re generated.”

“Like Dark Matter for the space time continuum,” Barry nods,

“Exactly. They’re keeping Nora and Dante from entering the Speedforce,”

“Okay. I’ll work on this, you guys go help Ralph with the Gridlock crime scene,” Barry demands, ordering Dante and Nora to stay at the labs,

. . .

“We have to tell him,” Dante leans against Cisco’s desk as he watches Nora stare at the group photo of their family, his eyes staring down at the floor, “Uncle Barry at least deserves to know,”

“Nora,” Barry speaks up, so both Dante and Nora looked up at him, “What happens to me? In the future?”

Nora, Dante and Barry all stand in front of Gideon’s screen, the bright words, “FLASH VANISHES IN CRISIS,” shining in their faces,

“How long?” Barry orders, Nora tapping the screen so a new news article shined, saying, “25 YEARS LATER- FLASH STILL MISSING,”

Barry clenches his jaw, Dante clearing his throat, “You never come back,”

Barry glances back to look at him, then Nora, “How old were you when it happened?”

“I was born a few years before you vanished, I was at the age where I don’t have memories, but Dante, was,” Nora answers, shortly,

“Youre not stuck here, are you guys?” Barry realizes, Dante glancing down at his feet before looking up at his uncle,

. . .

“So you’re not stuck here,”

“No, we’re not,” Nora glances up to look at Iris, who sits in the seat in the corner of the West living room,

“So the reverse tachyons in your systems?”

Dante looks to Caitlin, “Were put there because of us,”

“Are you kidding?” Cisco asks, leaning on the couch beside Ralph, “Do you know how many credit card points I just blew just trying to get rid of those negative tachyons? I just bought a brand new spectral tachyeometer when I could’ve taken Y/N on our Fiji get away,”

“Why didn’t you guys tell us about this before?” Iris asks, “And why tell us when Y/Ns not here? She will be thrilled to know Dante gets to stay longer,”

“We can’t tell Y/N,” Barry instructs, Cisco looking up at him with pinched brows,

“And why not?”

Nora lifts her wrist to show the hologram of the same news letter from earlier, Cisco sitting up to read it more clearly,

“Barry never returns?” Cecile gasps, looking over to Cisco,

“Y/N doesn’t even know I disappear,” Barry explains, “And she can’t know. Not now,”

“And why not?” Cisco repeats, “You just want to throw it at her last minute as if we don’t know it’ll happen years in advance?”

“We don’t know what the news will do to her,” Barry reasons, gesturing to Dante, “She could go into early labor, complications can happen due to stress,”

“When uncle Barry does vanish later, mom falls into depression,” Dante tries, Cisco looking to him, “The realization of her losing not only Grandma Nora and Grandpa Henry, but uncle Barry disappearing, it takes a huge effect to her,”

“That’s why you came here,” Joe points to Nora, “To see your father,” Then Dante, “And your mothers brother before he vanished,”

“Well,” Iris stands up, Nora glancing up to her, “Looks like Dante and Nora will be able to train some more, after all,”

Dante and Nora look to grin at one another, Barry announcing to meet at STAR Labs in the next hour, “We’ll make an excuse as to why Dante and Nora are able to stay longer,”

. . .

“Babe? We’re home,”

You look up from the stove with pinched brows, stepping in the entrance of the kitchen so you see not only Cisco, but Dante,

“We?” You question, Dante pressing his lips together with a wave, “Were you not able to get him and Nora home?”

“Actually, yes,” Cisco nods, setting down his jacket, “But, Barry has decided to let them stay longer, train them more on their powers,”

“Will it not affect the future?” You ask, glancing up at Cisco when he moves up to you,

“Barry’s got it all under control,” Cisco nods, “Dont worry,”

“Okay,” You sigh, hands at his torso as you look to Dante, “Well. Welcome home I suppose. Why don’t you go get settled in the guest room, since, you know. Your bedroom is still a nursery,”

Your son laughs, nodding, “Yeah. Thanks mom,” You watch as he disappears down the hall, glancing up at your husband of three years,

“Mom,” You repeat, Cisco smiling as your eyes flash with warmth, “I’m never gonna get used to it,”

“Two more months,” Cisco reminds, hands slipping from your waist to your stomach, hands under your shirt, “And we get to meet baby Dante,”

You laugh, nodding, hands sliding around his neck to tangle in his hair, “I love you,”

“Mm, not as much as I do,” Your husband teases, leaning forward so his lips met yours, hand sliding to your back to pull you closer, so your stomach pressed to his,

You release a sigh against his mouth, smiling as you lean back, “C’mon, I made your favorite,”

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