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northern-passage · 6 months

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Read the full call to action here.

Tomorrow, November 29th, the International Day of Solidarity with the Palestinian People, the #BDS movement is calling for an all day social media storm. Our physical and digital actions can be used together to strengthen our demands: Permanent ceasefire and lifting the siege to stop Israel’s genocide in Gaza. Lawful sanctions on Israel, including a #MilitaryEmbargo. Pressure on the International Criminal Court (ICC) to issue arrest warrants for Israeli leaders. Click here for prepared messages and images to use for the social media storm. Over the last 7 weeks, millions of you have taken to the streets for the largest protests the world has seen in the last 20 years! We are grateful to each one of you who, through your voices and creative actions, have built up unprecedented grassroots power to end Israel’s genocidal war against 2.3 million Palestinians in Gaza. Yet, Western governments are continuing to arm, fund and provide political cover for Israel’s genocide. We must act urgently to end all state, corporate and institutional complicity with Israel’s genocidal apartheid regime. Palestinian lives and livelihoods literally depend on it. To this end, and as time has shown, BDS is the most effective form of solidarity with the Palestinian liberation struggle. Tomorrow, we call for escalating worldwide peaceful mobilizations and expressions of meaningful solidarity to stop the genocide including: 1. Whenever feasible, organizing peaceful disruptions, sit-ins, occupations, etc. targeting policymakers, as well as the corporate enablers of genocide and apartheid (arms manufacturers, investment firms), and institutions (media, universities, cultural spaces, etc.). 2. Disrupting the transport of weapons, or weapon parts, to Israel, including in transit states, by supporting trade unions refusing to handle such shipments, as has been done in Belgium, US, and the Spanish State, and as expressed by trade unions in India, Turkey, Italy and Greece. 3. Pressuring parliaments and governments to cancel existing military contracts and agreements with Israel, as Colombia’s president publicly espoused, and as demanded by the BDS movement in Brazil, a demand supported by civil society and more than 60 parliamentarians in the country. 4. Intensifying all strategic economic boycott and divestment campaigns against complicit corporations, and escalating campaigns to cut all ties to apartheid Israel and its complicit academic and cultural institutions as well as sports teams. Mobilizing your community, trade union, association, church, social network, student government/union, city council, cultural center, or other organization to declare itself an Apartheid Free Zone (AFZ) on November 29th, if it hasn’t already, and organize a solidarity event or action on November 29th. 5. Pressuring your elected officials, where relevant, through direct communication or collective direct action, to demand real pressure on the International Criminal Court (ICC) to urgently prosecute Netanyahu and all other Israeli officials responsible for genocide, apartheid, and war crimes. If not now, when? In solidarity, The Palestinian BDS National Committee (BNC)

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#figured i'd post this after the last one #this is directly copy pasted from the email they sent out including the bolding it's all theirs

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kudotsurugi · 3 months

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Random Thought: Why does all "90's Anime style" fanart just look like Sailor Moon?

Okay, obviously not all fanart looks like it. But if you were to type in "90s anime style" here on Tumblr or DeviantArt at the time of this post, it at least seems to be the majority stand-in for 90s anime aesthetic, right? Especially in the characters' eyes.

Don't me wrong, this is not a knock against Sailor Moon. It is a great anime, and the collective character designs by Kazuko Tadano, Ikuko Ito, and Mari Tominaga among other staff are iconic. So iconic that Tadano was brought back as the character designer for the latest Sailor Moon movies. That is quite the staying power.

But let's be fair, there are plenty of 90s anime out there that can also be used as inspiration. So, here are the names of 11 character designers alongside some gifs of shows/projects they worked on in that role. Some you may not know but you've seen their work, and others you probably know for their distinct art style or association with a franchise.

Things worth noting: First, the years listed here with some anime may reflect when the artists' work started airing, rather than when the anime itself actually started. Some folks listed here enter their projects mid-production in other roles, while others are in the role from the start. Second, each entry will list 1 or 2 projects aired/released during the 90s, but it will be noted if the artist's role continues beyond that with certain franchises. Lastly, these artists are listed in no particular order, so no "top 11" hierarchy. With that said, here's our examples:

Hisashi Eguchi (Roujin Z[1991], Sonic the Hedgehog CD [1993])

2. Katsuyoshi Nakatsuru(Dragon Ball franchise (Z [1993-96], GT [1996], Daima [2024]), Digimon franchise [1999-2002, 2019-2023])

3. Kumiko Takahashi (Cardcaptor Sakura [1998-2000], Birdy The Mighty[1996])

4. Takahiro Yoshimatsu (Trigun[1998], Slayers franchise[1995-97])

5. Atsuko Nakajima (Ranma 1/2[1989-1992], You're Under Arrest[1996])

6. Sayuri Ichiishi (Pokémon[Pokémon design: 1996-present, human character design: 1996-2017])

7. Atsuko Ishida (Magic Knight Rayearth[1994-1995])

8. Masaya Onishi (Yu Yu Hakusho[1993-1994])

9. Toshihiro Kawamoto(Cowboy Bebop[1998-1999], Mobile Suit Gundam: The 08th MS Team[1996])

10. Hiroshi Osaka(Gundam franchise[Mobile Suit Victory Gundam: 1993-1994, Mobile Fighter G-Gundam:1994-1995])

11. Yoshiyuki Sadamoto(Nadia: The Secret of Blue Water[1990-1991], Neon Genesis Evangelion franchise[1995-1997, 2007-2021])

Might've leaned a bit more on the Shonen side of things than Shojo, but I hope you can see my point😅. There are tons of 90s anime out there with their own unique feel and aesthetic. These are only 11 names that I found.

For anyone drawing 90s anime style fanart, I hope this has given you some inspiration, and I encourage anyone reading this to look up your favourite anime on Anime News Network's encyclopedia and see who's responsible for helping bring your favorite characters to life on screen and what other shows they've worked on.

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thehollowwriter · 19 days

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I'm sick rn and writing is taking a while so here take this

Twst SCP AU (Some headcanons and ideas):

Classes, Clearance Levels, and Positions:

Classes

Class A: The staff, the dorm leaders, (except Kalim)

Class B: Ignihyde students

Class C: Kalim, Ace, Deuce, Ruggie, Jack, Epel, Trey, Cater, Sebek, Silver, Rook, Jade, Floyd

Clearance Levels:

Level 1: Mob students

Level 2: Mob students

Level 3: Ace, Deuce, Ruggie, Jack, Epel, Sebek, Silver, Rook, Kalim, Jade, Floyd

Level 4: Leona, dorm leaders apart from Kalim Riddle and Azul

Level 5: Staff, Riddle, Azul

Positions:

Researchers: Riddle, Trey, Cater

Ordinary jobs (e.g clerk, janitor) and Tech teams: Mob students

Field agents: Ace, Ruggie, Floyd, Jade, Rook, Sebek, Silver, sometimes Lilia

Mobile task force members: Deuce, Jack, Jamil, Epel, Ortho, Lilia

Disclosure officer (assigns clearance levels): Riddle

Mobile task force commander: Leona

General hcs:

•The NRC boys work for the SCP foundation

•The school staff are part of the 05 Council, though Trein and Crewel are the main ones who get stuff done

•The overblot boys are both scps and staff (if happens!) Most of them are Euclid, but Malleus is Keter

•Grim and Yuu are scps (Class: Euclid)

•The foundation exists in twst even there is magic, as their are thing that defy their current scientific knowledge and are a threat

•The foundation works with S.T.Y.X

•Riddle is extremely strict but it's very valid here because people can die

•Kalim is... not good at most of his job, and he would've been fired if it weren't for the fact that certain scps are more responsive to him and like him (hence why he's Class C instead of A)

•Leona may be unmotivated, but he disciplines his mtfs and the Class D thoroughly if needed. His UM is used for neutralising scps or D Class if needed

•The octotrio are often involved in sea/ deep sea related scps or research

•Everyone can still use magic and their UMs, but magic is restricted in certain areas or scenarios

•The dorms aren't quite as divided as they are in canon, since everybody is mixed together depending on their field

To understand the terminology, give these a quick listen (and the rest of the podcast if you're interested):

#quinn quips #twst au #twst scp au #riddle rosehearts #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #jade leech #kalim al asim #jamil viper #rook hunt #leona kingscholar #idia shroud #malleus draconia #twisted wonderland #Spotify

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zvaigzdelasas · 5 months

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Detailed tests on the damage capability of kinetic energy weapons against US military armour have found it could be possible to take out a tank in one shot – even if it does not look like any damage has occurred.

That was the conclusion of Chinese scientists who conducted the in-depth assessment of kinetic weapons through experiments and numerical simulations.

They found that a solid sphere, weighing 20kg (44lb) and hurtling towards its target at about four times the speed of sound, could spell disaster for advanced tanks manufactured to US military standards.

The kinetic energy carried by such a projectile would be around 25 megajoules. This value may seem large, but when converted into electrical energy it is less than 7 kilowatt-hours, scarcely more than the energy it takes to cook two turkeys for Christmas.[...]

it was found that bolts connecting important equipment to the inner cabin wall could fracture. Even if the crew survived the impact, they would be unable to return the tank to its normal combat state.[...]

“Under high-speed kinetic projectile impact, certain typical locations in the armoured target exhibit impact response spectrum lines with amplitudes at certain frequencies exceeding the safety limits recommended by the US military standard MIL-STD-810,” Huang’s team wrote.

“Components at these locations have a high probability of failure due to overload damage,” they said.[...]

high-speed kinetic projectiles have the potential to achieve lethal damage even upon grazing contact, and their launching methods can be diverse.

Chinese naval scientists recently claimed that they have installed an electromagnetic coil gun on to a land-based wheeled platform and conducted rapid consecutive firing tests. This coil gun has the ability to accelerate heavy spheres to incredible speeds in the blink of an eye. Photos of this new weapon circulated on Chinese social media, sparking much speculation and excitement.

While the mobile coil gun might have appeared primitive, just as the early tanks did, some military experts believed it to be a game-changer. If electricity replaces gunpowder as the driving force behind lethal weapons, the landscape of future warfare will never be the same.[...]

Tank crews often point the front of the vehicle towards the energy, as this section is designed to be the most rugged and able to withstand the most firepower. But a kinetic projectile hitting this section would send destructive stress into the tank’s interior, potentially causing catastrophic damage to its firepower capabilities.

“The grip of the tank gun stabiliser console can be shaken off, the wiring base of the console pulled out completely, all connections between the fire control computer and the turret severed, resulting in a substantial loss of firepower,” the researchers said.

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wordsbyrian · 1 year

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Royal Navy - Alessia Russo x Reader

Summary: Royal Navy!R was childhood friends with Less and things ended sort of poorly between them, they meet again. years later.

A/N: Alright so I don't know a lot about the Royal Navy but I do know a lot about the US Navy so everything in here is a combination of research and filling in the blanks with American military knowledge.

Sometimes, life doesn’t give you everything you want.

Correction, most of the time life doesn’t give you anything you want. This explains the conversation that you’re currently having while sitting in your girlfriend’s room.

“I just don’t know why you would want to volunteer to join the army,” she says, flopping back onto her bed.

“I’m joining the Navy, Less,” you tell her for what must be the one-thousandth time. “Besides, there's not anything for you to understand. I don’t understand why you're going to school in America but I’m not trying to stop you.”

“I’m going to play football and learn,” Alessia says, “Not signing up to get myself killed.”

“Yea, well, we all can’t be the next Kelly Smith, can we?”

“Don’t get smart with me Y/N, I don’t want to argue with you,” she says, finally sitting up to look at you.

“But you do, because if you didn’t we’d be making out not having this conversation the day before I leave for Dartmouth,” you respond, getting up from your seat at her desk, “I won’t be able to use my mobile so often I’ll write you but don’t bother answering if you’re gonna keep at it like this.”

With that, you walk out of Alessia’s room and as a result her life.

You do hear her calling after you but you know she hasn’t changed her mind so you don’t bother turning around.

That was over 5 years ago and while you did keep your promise of writing and calling her; after your first three letters received no response, you gave up.

That doesn’t mean that you stopped cheering her on, you’ve seen all her major moments, no matter how far away you were.

Over the summer, you along with practically every other sailor on your ship watched as she along with the rest of the Lionesses conquered Europe.

And now, you’re standing on the touchline at Kingsmeadow in your dress uniform for some surprise your sister planned with Chelsea.

But if you had known they scheduled it for the weekend the Blues welcome United, you probably would’ve waited a little longer to take some leave time.

Anything would be better than having Alessia attempt to burn holes in you with only her eyes as you carry the ball out for the coin toss.

You can’t tell if she recognizes you with your hair cut so short and your body so stiff but when you hear the PA ask everyone to turn their attention to you, you know that she’ll figure it out soon if she hasn’t already.

“Everyone please join us in a round of applause,” the voice says over the speakers, “as we welcome back former Chelsea youth player, Lieutenant Commander in His Majesty’s Royal Navy, Y/N Y/L/N. Thank you for your service.”

You allow yourself to smile slightly as Emma Hayes hands you a Chelsea shirt with your name on it before a stadium hand comes to lead you to your seat.

The match is good and you enjoy it as much as you can with strangers coming up to you every two minutes.

When it ends, 2-1 Chelsea, you make your back pitchside having agreed to speak with the players in the small window of time Hayes and Skinner have managed to get them to give up.

When you're led to a back room you’re shocked to see both teams there intermingled but you quickly remember that women's football has always been much more cordial than the men’s game.

After another quick introduction from the assistant who led you there, you stand alone in front of the two teams.

“Hello,” you say, standing pretty stiffly with your hands clutching your cover behind your back. “I’m not going to introduce myself again but now seems like a good time to mention that since my dad is from Newburn, I’m a Newcastle fan.”

That gets a few scattered laughs that help to break some of the tension and ease your nerves.

“I’m supposed to be talking to you about leadership, team building, and morale but I watched the game and I can definitely say that neither team needs to hear from someone whose idea of team building is sticking people in the middle of the ocean for months at a time and seeing who can get passed their problems long enough to survive,” you say plainly, not bothering to hide your disinterest for the situation. “So I figured you can just ask me questions until they let us leave.”

Murmurs of agreement go through the group so you press on, alternating between teams to ensure you’re being fair.

Most of the questions are the normal ones you get when people find out you're in the Navy. So you explain what it means to be both a Lieutenant Commander and a Surface Warfare Officer.

There are a couple of shocked faces when you tell them that you’re trained to operate all the heavy artillery on the ships and a couple of faces that fill you with more than a bit of concern because of how glee-filled they are.

When you tell them that you joined the Navy because of family tradition you can see Alessia roll her eyes and whisper something to Toone but you divert your attention to Millie Bright, who you recognize from the time you spent training with the full team.

And based on her question it seems like she recognizes you too.

“You made some appearances with the full team, why’d you choose the Navy over football,” she asks.

Laughing a little you answer her, “I played 30 minutes in the Conti Cup and was in Hayes’ office the next day quitting. That was literally the worst half hour of my life and I almost drowned in the sinking ship exercise.”

It’s then that you notice Alessia put her hand up to ask a question and considering you want nothing more than to not have to interact with her, you ignore it getting through a few others before you notice Ella with her hand up as well.

So you make the mistake of calling on her.

“Are you ever going to let Less ask a question,” she says with an unbelievable amount of sass.

“I suppose I have to now,” you say, “Crack on, Russo.”

Alessia doesn’t take this well because she glares at you and asks in the coldest voice you’ve ever heard from her, “How’s your sister?”

Never one to be outdone when it comes to being petty you respond in kind.

“She’s fine. Your family?”

It's your words that seem to spark a realization in some of the players’ faces that the two of you know each other but before any of them have a chance to say anything the same assistant from earlier comes to tell you that you’ve completed your time agreement.

For your part, you can’t get out of the building fast enough, barely stopping by the manager's office to tell Emma bye.

Getting to your car, you rush home probably breaking a few minor traffic laws in your haste.

When you do get home, you rush past your sister, Sarah, and her husband straight to your room, where you make quick work of changing into comfy clothes so that you can hide away for the foreseeable future.

You manage to go a full two days before your sister gets sick of your bullshit and barges in opening the blinds to let light into your cave of despair.

“Alright, it’s time to get up,” she says, pulling the blankets from on top of your head.

“Fuck off,” you say, turning away from her.

“I won’t," she replies, "You’ve been locked away in here, not eating, for days. All because you had to see the girl who broke your heart at 17. Grow up.”

Rolling back over you glare at her harshly but she continues speaking before you get the chance to tell her to go away again.

“Don’t make that face at me, it won’t work,” Sarah says, plainly, “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to take a shower and then when you’re done, you’ll come eat lunch before going to walk Magpie.”

Her tone leaves no room for argument and if we’re being honest, you’ve always been appropriately cautious of pissing her off. She did practically raise you after all.

So you did what she asked.

You showered, you ate with her and her goofball husband, and now you're sitting at the park with her idiot dog that is named after a bird.

“Oi, Magpie,” you call out, getting the dog’s attention, “Stop trying to eat that rock you berk, it’s bigger than you are.”

Somewhere to your left, you hear a familiar burst of laughter that has you panicking more than a little bit.

You do your best to ignore it, hoping that she would choose any of the other benches to go sit on. But that doesn’t seem to be in the cards for you as Alessia takes a seat right next to you, her dad’s dog coming to rest at her feet.

“Hey,” you say to her, not wanting to be rude before you turn your attention to the dog, “Sup Rocco, getting up there in age, aren’t you old boy?”

Alessia laughs again and you feel your heart skip a beat and a fluttering feeling begins in your stomach.

The two of you sit in relative silence for a while, the only words spoken are from you, usually a shout at your sister’s idiot dog.

You get so used to the silence that you almost miss it when she starts speaking.

“I owe you an apology for the way I treated you at the game,” Alessia begins, “It wasn’t fair of me to treat you like that, especially in front of so many people. -So, I’m sorry I did that.”

You’re not sure what you were expecting her to say but it definitely wasn’t that, so it takes you a moment before you respond.

“I can’t accept your apology,” you tell her after you finish processing. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see her shocked reaction so you continue before she can spiral too far. “Mostly because I was definitely a bigger dick than you were that day. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have acted that way, not in front of your team.”

You can see a small smile tug at her lips and you grin at her in response.

“We were both pretty big idiots, huh,” she says.

“Proper bellends,” you respond, “You’d think we would’ve done some growing up I guess not.”

A comfortable silence falls over the two of you and you let it stay for a few moments before you speak again.

“I think if we had been better at communicating, we probably would’ve been back on speaking terms at least four years ago,” you tell her seriously albeit with a joking tone.

“Are we?”

“Are we what?”

“Back on speaking terms,” Alessia clarifies.

“Obviously,” you say, “I don’t watch Magpie try to eat all the inedible things in sight with just anybody.”

The smile that had been threatening to break out on Alessia’s face is out in full force now and you can feel the fluttery sensation in your gut get stronger.

With that seemingly settled, the two of you fall into a pattern of conversation that is both familiar yet different.

In the past, most of your conversations centered around school, football, and making weekend plans. Now, it’s more of a catch up session but the vibes are the same.

It's perfect.

You don’t know how long you sit there but you’re eventually interrupted by the sound of both of your phones going off.

Your’s a call from Sarah telling you to bring her dog back and her’s a reminder from her dad about family dinner.

You stand up ready to try and catch Magpie and go when Alessia stops you.

“Y/N,” she begins, “Do you know where you’ll be stationed once your vacation ends?”

“Headed back to Dartmouth for five months to train the next batch of SWOs,” you tell her, “Then probably gonna be on shore duty for a while so might end up in command of a URNU. Depends.”

“On what?”

“Lots of things but mostly where the open postings are,” you explain.

“Two more questions but one relies on your answer to the other.”

“Shoot.”

“Will you be able to make and receive phone calls while at Dartmouth this time around,” she asks with a slight blush.

“I’ll be in charge so I can do what I want.”

“So would you be opposed to giving me your number so I can call you?”

Unable to resist teasing her a little bit, you let a coy grin spread across your face.

“Alessia Russo, are you trying to get back in my pants,” you ask her.

You watch as the blush on her deepens and she begins to sputter trying to defend herself.

You laugh a little and continue, “I mean it’s fine if you are but I’d prefer to know so that I don’t fuck it up like I did last time.”

“Y/N/N,” she says, still blushing and stuttering.

“My number is the same,” you say, taking pity on her, “so you better call me.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“I am but now I’m an asshole that you’ve got to call.”

“It’d take the entire Royal Navy to stop me.”

#alessia russo #alessia russo x reader #alessia russo imagine #muwfc x reader #muwfc imagine #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso x reader #engwnt x reader

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kadextra · 1 year

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The rescue today & similar posts I was seeing lately have got me thinking about this idea again, so naturally I’m going to ramble out a whole post about it too:

People who say “this is my favorite character!” *proceeds to put them through horrors* this is kinda how I feel about q!Bad atm. He’s my favorite little guy but I think it would be pretty neat if something Crazy happened to him in the story at some point in the future. Like get him taken away by the Federation or the Codes, idk

Simply because 1. He's already made an enemy of both entities 2. He might finally know sleep 3. Everyone knows this man can roleplay his heart out, it’d give us a lot of banger content and 4. Please consider the effect this would have on everyone in the island- bc it’s badboyhalo!!!

One of the strongest, most prepared players- him and his egg rarely ever fall, and if they do it's met with immediate emergency response. He knows everybody well, and is someone that's always active on the server doing things, talking to people. The totems in your kids’ hands & the armor on their backs? whispered conversations to update you on the latest gossip and theories? Traces of Bad’s caring presence can be felt everywhere. he is a guy that every. single. person. on this island feels safe to fully rely on, and who they all unanimously love. If something happened to him... do you understand the pure chaos that would follow?

Dapper would be alone. and he will immediately go on a warpath to save their dad

All of the Brazilians and French would be in a panic mobilizing the rescue team. that’s their badboy/bébou!!

Ordo Theoritas loses an important core member

Foolish loses his best worstie

The island's first-rate babysitter and first responder is gone, eggs are now in more danger than ever

ough. it's scary that all a powerful entity would need to do if they really wanted to send the island into utter disaster would be to take bbh away.

His friends would fight tooth and nail to get him back at all costs in a “you don’t know what you had until you lose it” type way. to see the person who always cares for others, become the one overwhelmingly cared for… i’d want to see it happen ngl

#qsmp #badboyhalo #qsmp theory #not any time soon of course I need a Break from angsty lore #but it would be a banger idea for some later arc I think

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violet-hartley · 1 month

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Part 1 - To Begin - Prologue (2/4)

The boy who passes by

Not long after the New Year, many of Linkon’s residents still bask in the holiday spirit. However, Bloomshore District’s Special Task Force, specifically team 013, was in panic. After five long years, the were welcoming a new recruit. “Heard his Evol is light or something. He’s usually only responsible for providing light and scouting a path during missions. Support role… It’s not that impressive.” “Impressive people won’t be sent to our team. Staying here for a year is almost like being buried in the ground for a decade.” “So, he’s just like us. A nobody.” Luke hands over the newcomer’s information to Tommy. “Is he here to fix our hallway’s lights?” Arthur is hit by a wave of mixed emotions while looking at his team chuckle about their own jokes. This marks the sixteenth year as a police officer and ninth as the Captain of Team 013. In his younger days, his passion led him to numerous accomplishments, but a severe injury from a high-risk mission five years ago significantly diminished his mobility. He knows he must utilize the energy of a new blood to somehow mold this group of misfits back into shape. “Attention, everyone!” Arthur closes the door with a bang, breaking the chatty atmosphere. “Three o’clock in the afternoon, the rookie will report for duty. We only got two hours left, so we need to start preparing! Tommy, are you working part-time as a junk collector? This pizza box has been here for weeks. Throw it away!” Arthur is completely oblivious to the neck pillow he’s still wearing and doesn’t see the poker-faced expressions on his crew’s faces. “And this figurine on your desk, Luke. I’ve told you not to bring this into our office. It makes us look bad!” “Yes, sir!”Luke hides the action figurine in the drawer of his desk. The captain is nervous. Team 013 is at the bottom of the hierarchy. After numerous reshuffles, they have been whittled down to a single captain, two officers, and a support technician who has just submitted a transfer request. They’re hardly what one could call a “team”. In their early years, they made a name for themselves by solving several major cases. However, their present has nothing of their past luster, marked by a lack of talent. Their reputation has taken a hit due to failed investigations. When their department relocated, they were left behind to handle the task of “sorting through” a plethora of old files. To this day, they still inhabit the old building. As time passed, they were all but forgotten, their only interactions with the others being to occasional job to retrieve files or search at the headquarters. The captain couldn’t possible know his life and that of his team was about to change.

At the age of 23, the rookie Xavier stand before the door, holding a cardboard box. His uniform is neat, and his expressionless face clean. He sticks out, being the only lively person in the otherwise gloomy hallway. “Excuse me…” As the door swings open, a group of people, in the midst of their hustle and bustle, lift their heads. They are dumbfounded by the face illuminated under the bright, white light. “A college student?” “Has he graduated yet?” “Everyone who comes here is just a bunch of pretty boys…” Slightly awkward, Arthur clears is throat, signaling for everyone to quiet down. His eyes filled, with anticipation, move to the newcomer. “You must be Xav, right? Why don’t you introduce yourself?” “Xavier, male, 23. I’m the newest member. I look forward to working with you,” the young man says, heading straight to an isolated desk in he corner. He places the cardboard boxed beside the computer and silently starts to arrange his things. Tommy and Luke simultaneously exchange disgruntled glances. What’s this guy’s deal?

However, as time passes, Luke’s impression begins to change. Whether it’s tasks assigned by the higher- ups or senior members, Xavier always completed them quickly and methodically. He works until they’re done, but nothing more. He is never late, but he doesn’t leave early. His Evil is even more useful. Sometimes, for reasons unknown, a flash of light causes the criminal they’re chasing to unexpectedly drop to the ground.

“Our target this time is an old friend Lawrence.” Team 013 has its usual mission briefing. Lawrence made his fortune selling Evol hallucinogens, distributing his supply to major entertainment venues in Linkon City and Skyhaven. Whether he’s smart of has someone else guiding him, they always arrive either too late to find him or the goods are gone. Just last month, Arthur was disheartened, declaring that if they failed again, it would be handed over to another team. Tommy understood this was subtle hint from the higher-ups that Team 013 didn’t to continue existing. “Our mission this time is rather unique,” Arthur says, surveying the group. “According to reliable sources, Lawrence be at the newly opened Palace Bathhouse next month. The purpose of this meeting is to select an undercover agent.” The room is silent. All eyes turn to Xavier, who is eating his noodled in the corner. Initially lost in thought, Xavier slowly raises his head, feeling many gazes on him. The undercover agent needs to be handsome and young or they’d be seen as suspicious. Xavier fits the criteria. To Luke and Tommy’s relief the agreement is quickly made. Xavier will be the undercover agent.

The Palace has only been open for a month, staffed by young people around the same age as Xavier. After receiving the work badge, Xavier promptly completes his on boarding. The moment he finishes, his supervisor urges him to clock in. “Where’s Alexander?” The supervisor anxiously scans the area. “…What? A stomachache? Then who will go to Fontainebleau? Roman said he wanted to show this batch to Lawrence…” Xavier willingly raises his hand. “I can go, sir.” “You’re the newcomer, aren’t you” The supervisor sizes up the young man. Realizing he doesn’t have a better solution at the moment, he nods.

Xavier arrived at the private room, Fontainebleau. Two bodyguards stand at the door, only allowing him to enter after a thorough search. As Xavier steps inside, a client is already lying on the massage bed. He pushes the tool cart to the side of the bed, simultaneously retrieving the essential oil and slipping on gloves. “Hello. Is this your first time here? Could I interest you in a membership?” Xavier’s hands press onto the man’s spine. The third vertebra, fifth… By the time they reach the seventh, a strong pressure causes Lawrence to almost scream from the pain. The man tries to light his head, but quickly realizes he is being held down. “Where’s your supply?” “W-who are you?!” Lawrence gasps. “Let go… Let go of me! Help— Ouch!” Someone break through the door, and a group of guards instantly appear at the entrance. Xavier looks at them and releases Lawrence. “Don’t you know whose turf this is!” Lawrence snatches a fun from one of his men. The others also raise their weapons, all pointed at Xavier. Xavier slowly removes his gloves, leaving everyone unsure of his next move. For a moment, no one moves. Without even seeing Xavier move, some of the men are knocked down by a sudden burst of light. The young man holds a sword seemingly forged from moonlight itself. By the time Lawrence comes back to his senses, all of the mend around have been taken down. By the time Luke arrives as backup, Xavier stands alone amidst a circle of fallen bodyguards. In the corner, Lawrence is tied up with bed sheets, his neck at an odd angle. “X-Xavier? Did you take out everyone in this room?!” “No.” Xavier walks down the corridor, pulling Luke by his collar. He walks for a bit and then stops. Luke follows Xavier’s gaze. A flood of men in black suits spill out of the elevator. “I’m not very strong, so you’ll have to do the fighting,” Xavier says. All Luke knows is that the grip on his collar loosens, and then he’s tossed out of the hallway. “You didn’t look like you were losing— Aaahhh!”

Half a month later, at the commendation ceremony, Luke scratches his head. Under the fervent gaze of his fellow officers, he steps onto the stage to speak. “I’m not quite sure what happened myself. Seeing all those people, I steeled myself and thought, ‘Might as well close my eyes and take a gamble!’ Then, I just started punching. Before I knew it, they fell like dominos.” Luke recalls that day with a smirk. “Maybe they were just too weak! Oh, the true hero of this incident was our team’s Xavie…”

In the following weeks more inexplainable things happened. Polar Bear, notorious for selling illicit Evol drugs, shows up at the doorstep of the police station. He was tied up, weeping and confessing his sins. Another two months later, Kash, who had been using his Evol to do telecom scams, is found live streaming on MeTube, dramatically slapping himself. Tears stream down his face as he implores everyone not to trust calls from unknow, overseas numbers. For some reasons, Team 013 can’t quite articulate, ever since Xavier joined, their previously inept team somehow found their fighting spirit. Whether Xavier is as simple as he appears to be, no one wants to know. Everyone seems to have an unspoken understanding to guard his secret.

New year arrives. Outside the fireworks echoes. Inside the police station, the break room buzzes with warmth and growing merriment. At the heart of the table is hot pot. Luke has brought freshly wrapped dumplings from home, sparking a debate with Tommy about whether pork-filled or seafood-filled dumplings taste better. Xavier steps outside for some fresh air. Not long after, Arthur follows him, handing him a can of beer while lighting up a cigarette. “Last month, while doing inventory, I found a file missing from the archive,” Arthur says, exhaling a smoke ring without glancing at Xavier. “An event that happened decades ago. The involved party is long gone, and the office gave up looking into it. I wonder who still cares about this case.” Xavier watches him in silence, patiently waiting for what will be said next. “I immediately requested for your personal files from HQ. There was a match in the portrait database. I found This.” Arthur turns to Xavier, handing him a picture. In the faded, yellowed photograph are the traces of a man with grayish- brown hair. His figure is tall, slender. Xavier takes the picture. After a small beam of light, all that remains is a blurry white silhouette. “Everyone has secrets.” Arthur chuckles. “The older we are, the less expectations we have for the new year. Regardless of our days, life continues in its steady, monotonous flow. We hope you choose to stay.” He gives him one last glance before going inside leaving Xavier. Through the floor-to-ceiling window, a group of people can be seen mimicking the TV anchor’s lively dance, exclaiming “Happy New Year!” Xavier sighs, wondering if these people are truly capable of being a competent team. He lifts his head, staring at the New Year’s fireworks that burst at the stroke of midnight above a thousand high-rise buildings. It’s time for him to leave again…

#love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #rafayel love and deepspace #lnd #fanfic #fanfiction #scifi #sci fi and fantasy

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b0g-b0y · 1 year

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Ghost x m reader x Soap Part 1 2 3

Request @denzellovehazelnuts

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The sound of paper flipping filled the room well Price watched Ghost read over a file of a man that Price thought would be a nice asset to 141, the file being on a guy named y/n. Price wanted a second opinion on recruiting him, he didn’t have as much experience in the field that being the only reason for Price hesitating he didn’t want to feel responsible for sending a man to death. A sigh left Ghost's lips before he spoke. “I think it’s a bad idea having some bloke that hasn’t been in the field that long. His skills seem useful, good for in and out missions that need to be fast and quiet. Says he’s crazy good with a pistol including shooting long range with one, don’t think I’ve seen that before. It would be a gamble, Captain.” Ghost finished.” We can have a trial run then, during a mission you can tell me how he does he’ll be with you.” Price finished speaking and he didn't miss the glare that Ghost gave him which he ignored.

Later that night after the rest of 141 got the news of a new member joining. Ghost and Soap layed down on the small bed, Ghost was playing with Soaps hair well the Scott rested on top of him.”Simon, look at me, what are you thinking about?” Soap asked softly, finding Simon's other hand intertwining their fingers together.”Simon answer me, I can’t read your mind”. Soap looked up at Ghost waiting for him to respond.”I’m not looking forward to the new bloke” Simon mumbled. Soap gave a small hum, waiting to hear more.”I’m babysitting him on a mission” Ghost grumbled.” Just you and yourself huh Simon”. Soap spoke. “Never Johnny, not when you’re with me”. Simon kissed Soap's hand, in hopes of just sitting In quiet now.” I’m sure you won’t be babysitting Simon, just don’t leave the poor guy behind and have him hike through a town full of enemies with you telling bad jokes”. Soap said jokingly. Simon couldn’t help but roll his eyes.” Shut up, let’s just sleep please Johnny”. Simon asked. Soap hummed in agreement and snuggled closer to the Brit soon drifting off into sleep.

The day y/n arrived on base to join 141 they had him run the basics including a room clearing exercise, getting to choose what guns he preferred. It wasn’t surprising when y/n chose a pistol as his second weapon the first being a vel 46 a SMG that offers high mobility and a fast firing rate, with those guns it wasn’t a big surprise y/n was in and out with the optical course. 141 watched y/n intently when completing these tasks, y/n wouldn’t lie,141 watching him made him feel anxious. But as far as he could tell he did good and got the all clear and he’d be off on a mission with them soon in a week or two. That didn’t stop Ghost from watching y/n whenever he went on a run or when y/n went to the shooting range. It started to freak him out a bit, whenever in Ghost's company neither one would speak and with Ghost's wicked side eye it wasn’t a comfortable time but it’s not like you would say anything about it. As far as the team could tell you weren’t a big talker. At least dinner was more comfortable, it was filled with chatter and complaining.” I'm tired”. Soap said, leaning on Ghost. The biggest smile spread across y/n's face.”Hi tired, I'm dad”. Y/n said. Causing Soap to burst out laughing hitting his knee on the table in the process. Ghost let out a sigh, he’s lost his Johnny to a dad joke. Gaz just smiled, he was just happy to hear more from you. And Price gave you a pat on the shoulder.

Ever since that dinner Soap spent more time with y/n always hoping to catch more of those cheesy jokes. Ghost was a little possessive over Johnny so he often joined the two of you, sometimes telling a dark joke of his own, surprising him when you responded with laughter. Ghost wasn’t used to someone laughing at his jokes besides Soap on the rare occasions.

The night before the mission Ghost and Soap laid in their shared bed. Soap leaning into Ghost's bareback, well his arms he’s Ghost close.”Still think you need to babysit the guy?”. Soap asked.” You aren't going to let that go Johnny aren't you”. Ghost replied.”Nope”. Soap said. His hot breath on Ghost's back caused Simon to arch his back slightly.”I think y/n will be fine he’s more capable then I thought, now cut that out Johnny”. Simon spoke softly.”Cut what out?”.Soap smiled. Soap purposely blowing hot air on Simon's back, well moving his hands to his hips.” I mean it Soap, cut it out or you’ll sleep alone tonight we got the briefing tomorrow”. Simon's threat didn’t work on Soap clearly.” I’m sure y/n would let me sleep with him, maybe he’s a cuddler.” Soap knew he was playing a dangerous game, Ghost didn’t like to share. Ghost turned around looking at Johnny before laying on him like a sack of bricks, Soap wasn’t going anywhere.” Ok ok I’ll stop, I'll sleep, I can do that.”Soap said finally giving up.

When the mission did come it turned out it would be just Ghost and Y/N it made sense it was just the two of them all they needed to get was some data from a pc a quick in and out mission. And for the most part it was an in and out mission everything was going good to good. Almost out of the building with the data you secured Ghost ahead of you making sure the path was clear you saw a man creeping up behind Ghost, you couldn’t shoot the man there was a risk that the bullet would pass through and hit Ghost. Running up to the man grabbing him from behind kicking the back of his knees pulling the guys head back before you beat the back of the guys head in with your pistol. “Bloody Hell that was close, good one.” Ghost said. Everything was good after that the only fuck up being a dead guy giving a trace the two of you were there.

After the mission giving the data to Price and the report. Ghost went his septet for the most part. But that didn’t last long after a nice warm shower y/n was making his way back to his room only to see Ghost again this time with Soap. Y/n eyes stared at the two Ghosts mask moved slightly up as Soap kissed the lieutenant. It shouldn’t have hurt he knew that the two had something going on just didn’t know it was that, the best course of action was to quickly turn around and go somewhere else y/n had some thinking to do he felt like an idiot after all it was stupid it like Soap it was stupid that he thought he had a chance.

Soap moved away from Ghost. He didn't notice that you were there to see both of them kiss for a split second.”Johnny can we talk about y/n for a bit.” Ghost asked, they moved into their bedroom for more privacy.” What about y/n Simon?” Soap said as he played with Simon's fingers.” Were you joking about sleeping with him, be honest with me Johnny.” Simon locked his hands into Soaps, stopping him from playing with his fingers.” I wasn’t joking.” Soap spoke quietly. He was scared of what Ghost would say next, he couldn’t predict his next sentence.” Johnny, I'm not upset at you.” Ghost grabbed his Face making Soap look at him.” I think I like him too, Johnny.”Ghost took his mask off and threw it on the bed.”You want me to find out if he’s up joining us huh big boy.” Soap said with a smile.” More or less. I’m willing to share you, Johnny, if y/n wants.” Ghost spoke.

#cod x male reader #x male reader #cod x male!reader #john soap mactavish x male!reader #soap x male reader #soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghost x male reader

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autumnalternating · 5 months

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HI I want to talk about the Keroro platoon mechas because I love how thoughtfully they're made and how they relate to their teams dynamic <3

VERY long post under the cut.

As you can see, the first Keroro mechs combine with Giroro being the bottom right leg, Dororo being bottom left, Kururu being left arm, Tamama being right, and Keroro being the head. This is what Kururu later refers to as Robot #1.

Later, when the mechs been destroyed and Shurara throws a tantrum, the team gets saved by what Kururu has dubbed Robot #2. Notice the changes here. Giroro is now the right arm, Kururu is now the right leg, and Tamama is the left arm.

This change is a big deal!

Your legs control your mobility. These, in a symbolic sense, are who I would imagine "carry" the team, or the rocks of the team, for lack of better words.

With robot #1, the base is Giroro and Dororo. Keroro's oldest friends, people he, in almost only a familiar sense, seems to be able to rely on. While all three seem to care about each other, these two are also most likely to shoot Keroro down.

Giroro because he hates when his plans are poorly crafted, and Dororo for refusing to participate in plans deemed too violent, among other things for both men. In relation to what that says about their characters, it almost implies Dororo and Giroro have to stop Keroro from walking into dumb shit. Very literally stopping him; ie controlling his mobility. In relation to Keroro, he uses their refusal as a reason why their plans never work out, ALSO putting the responsibility onto them as mobility.

With the younger duo, Tamama is, very fittingly, Keroro's right hand. Keroro and Tamama would probably like to believe Tamama is that loyal to him. Tamama gets to fuel his fantasy of being closer to the sergeant, and Keroro gets to have someone look up to him. To feel looked up too, in the very least. Kururu is his left hand, as the person who can make pretty much anything happen. I'm sure to Kururu, it'd also be beneficial to be seen as close to Keroro. They are the most loyal to him, in his eyes. Hands.

Now Robot #2 is built SPECIFICALLY to get them out of trouble. If Robot #1 is to represent how the team as it usually functions, Robot #2 is where they're most functional, or where they need to get.

I'll start out with Tamama. It's just a part of growing up that you learn your heroes are human. (He does this in the manga at least.) This doesn't mean he wants to leave him, though. Shown with him being his left hand instead of his right, it's good not to take everything Keroro says to heart, but that doesn't mean he wants to give up on him.

Giroro is his right hand. He's also the only one who is WHOLLY focused on invasion; the reason they're stuck on this planet in the first place. While they both go back and forth at each other all the time, Giroro would die for Keroro. He's trying to get him on the most fruitful path, even though he's harsh with how he goes about that.

Kururu is his left leg. He does more than the platoon has (willingly) acknowledged. He's pretty fucking needed in the case of invasion as a base, but also, he keeps tabs on everyone. He can track them down, finds and stops dangers before they even get to them. Don't get me wrong though, there's something interesting to consider that he moved further from his captains arms. This could represent everything he's kept hidden from the team.

I could say a million things about Dororo's place, mostly because I find it so like him. He didn't move. I'm not saying everyone should shut Keroro down, but Dororo is almost always in the right when he does it. Yes, he would be in a humans perspective to the invasion, but even with Keroro's feelings in mind he does his best to keep things fair. He doesn't take out his feelings over their past. They're both not perfect to each other of course, but Dororo is right where he needs to be. Which brings me to Keroro.

Keroro is the head. I know I've talked about him in relation to everyone else in this post, but there's a reason why you need to focus on that. How he see's the team and how the team gets along changes it's functionality, and as their leader, he needs to pay attention to both. He's pretty much in charge of both. How they see Keroro, how he allows them to see him, and how he see's them is placed right in front of us.

I could easily be reading into a mech that's clearly designed to be marketable, but I'd like to believe there's more to it than that. It's shows what work Keroro needs to do with his team. Tamama's misplaced idolization, finding understanding with Giroro, getting to know Kururu's everthing, and considering Dororo in general. And when it comes back to Keroro, it shows that his team won't give up on him. They just need to get a little closer.

Four sources, the whole robot change happens in episode 203.

I don't know if this is anything, but it meant enough to me to type this out at 2 am, so I'm posting it. Please let me know what you think and if there are any errors! Also, if this does seem like I'm reading to much into it, just know I will do it again

#if you read the full thing THANK YOU ILY <333 #this show still has a grip on me. the characters are strewn into my nervous system #keroro #tamama #giroro #kururu #dororo #loveposts #i love you symbolism in stories thank you symbolism in stories

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chrisdoeslife · 1 year

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Stuff and Things

I love my job. I think I was made to be a manager. At first I was frustrated, because I felt like I wasn’t actually doing anything. But then I realized that my job now is to enable my team to be good at their jobs. I’m in charge of the big picture - I see how all of the smaller tasks fit together and I’m responsible for assigning those tasks to the right people so that we meet our project deadline. My people are great at self-organizing, so there’s no need for me to micromanage. I also like being in charge of my team’s professional development. I have some great people and I can’t wait to see how they grow over the next few years!

I’m settling into a good routine now that grad school is over and I’ve adjusted to the new job - now I have more time to focus on improving in the areas of health and fitness.

I didn’t realize how sedentary I became when I was working 100% remotely. I remember taking walks and going to the gym sometimes during the workday, but I was generally unhappy and that really dragged me down in a lot of areas of my life. So here are a few things I’m doing:

1) Weekly step goal. I started at 70K this week and hit that goal fairly easily. I’m going to bump it up to 80K this week.

2) Limit alcohol. I’ve been focusing on this recently, but last week was a fucking shitshow with graduation and then going out with coworkers for a work celebration. Imma lay off the sauce for awhile.

3) Bulk out my meals with vegetables so that I’m eating high volume and lower calories. Beef and hella broccoli is on the menu for lunches this week.

4) Focus on eating 100g - 140g of protein every day

5) Taking advantage of the physical therapist on-site at work. I have an appointment on Tuesday and I’m hoping he can help me with a stretching routine for mobility and exercises to strengthen my back. I follow a ton of different mobility coaches on social media, but it gets overwhelming. I just need someone to tell me what to do and help me measure my progress.

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kervl-klear · 4 months

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C2ISTAR introduction part 1

C2ISTAR is a small private combat auxiliary service mainly specialized in supporting role but is also capable of carrying mission on their own, there are 7 operators. Each has specific set of skills and are an expert in their respective field of study.

You can contact C2ISTAR through any of the operators, the easiest way is through the mercenary alliance but they are not very active on the system. The mission will only be confirmed once the payment is done. The clients is allowed to pay to secure the queue and submitted the details later. If the mission is not accepted, full refund will be provided.

Subcontractors

Freelance paramilitary service provider who have contract with C2ISTAR, they are the main coordinator between C2ISTAR, clients, the other subcontractors and the mercenary alliance.

They received incentive for bringing in missions and must be hired separately, regardless they work under the name of C2ISTAR and take responsibility as a team.

Lubi clinic

Underground private medical service provider in partnership with C2ISTAR, the company is well known for mobile trauma care and organ bank.

Mobile trauma care service is a boat clinic going from shore to shore and performs operation on site while Organ bank is a service established to maximize value from immobilized patients. Instead of putting them out of misery, they are gathered in storage as innards and blood bags. Since the patients cannot consent to the donation of their organs, the clinic is considered an underground service.

#my art #my oc #c2istar #orenji #baegcha #huchu #tw: sa #cw: sa

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escapetheshark · 4 months

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Off the Deep End | Part 4

Genre: fluff; smut; angst

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Bang Chan x fem reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: mentions of past trauma, drowning, and adult language (warnings will be added to each chapter)

A/N: for some reason, the desktop website is extremely laggy and I can't do anything with it, so this was posted on mobile, hence the weird formatting. I'm doing my best. I've managed to fix it!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | to be continued

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This time, I do decide to get inside the pool at my sister's house, much to her husband's content. He seems as excited as a proud dad whose little kid finally does something he's been praying to see for years.

"Oh my, look at that!"

It feels a little awkward to have this grown man cheer me on like I'm a 7 year old with a baking soda volcano at the science fair, but I appreciate the enthusiasm, I guess.

"That hunk really is doing a number on ya," his tone is a bit odd, and it feels like the weird word choice was deliberate on his part. I've felt conflicted about him ever since him and Jaime started dating, it's like he's pretty nice but also a bit of a snake. I still don't trust him if we're being honest, but being cordial is unfortunately a required skill for an adult.

"I guess it's his job to teach me how to swim, isn't it?" My response is dry and I think he caught up to the snark, because he drops the subject and simply continues to swim around. This pool doesn't really have a deep end, the deepest part is about 160 cm deep, which is slightly less than my height.

"Grab a pool noodle and practice a bit, Jess," he suggest and I shrug, feeling a little pressured but I don't think my brother-in-law would let me drown so I kind of just awkwardly strut to grab the pool noodle and use it as a kickboard while I kick my feet.

"You're kind of swimming," he announces excitedly. Oh shit, I am! Kind of... "Jamie! Your sister's kinda swimming!"

"In no time, you'll be as good as Brenda's daughter!"

I can't tell if the comment is meant to be a nice compliment or just pure sarcasm, it's hard to tell with my sister's husband. "She just made the team, did you hear?"

"Good for her." It's hard not to sound bitter, even though I shouldn't. She's just a kid. A rich kid being raised to occupy her place in the elite, probably become an insufferable cunt just like her mother and her rich friends, make a lot of money and then marry another insufferable cunt, have kids of her own and develop a day-drinking problem. Why am I judging a little girl? Have I become as bitter as Jamie? Ugh... Speaking of bitter, my sister interrupts my shitty thoughts, which have managed to take over my small victory celebration.

I get tired of looking like an idiot in the water so I climb the stairs, my legs heavy and tired, and I sit on one of the loungers and grab the bottle of beer I opened earlier that still has some booze left.

"Have you been to see Mum lately?"

Her question catches me off guard. No, I haven't, and she knows this, and I'm sure the next thing that will come out of her mouth is going to be her bragging about how she goes there often. She doesn't have a job, she has a maid to keep her massive house clean, she has an au-pair to look after her children. All she does is lounge by the pool, day drink and have affairs with handsome men when her husband is away, so no wonder she has the time and mental energy to go see Mum at the hospice and crown herself daughter of the year.

"No," I dryly reply, taking a sip of my beer. "Have you?"

I know she's going to say yes, I just know it.

"Of course," she simply replies, giving me that look that screams I'm better than you. "She asked for you, you know?"

"She doesn't even remember she has kids, Jamie."

"She did for a moment," Jamie scoffs, I know she's trying to get a rise out of me. "She asked where's Jessica? She never comes to see me, I'm gonna die all alone in this bed without seeing my eldest daughter. And then she fell asleep."

"Well, I'm sure she only remembered of my existence and not the reasons why I'd rather forget hers," is all I say before finishing my beer, setting down the empty bottle loudly on her expensive coffee table. "Anyway, I have to go."

I hear her husband mutter as I walk towards the front door, "do you have to be that crass?" but I don't bother looking back. Why do I still come here, is what I'd like to know. She's my sister and we're bonded by the trauma our mother gave us growing up, but I guess she copes by acting like her life is a perfect fairytale and I'm the failure stuck on a low-wage job, who never learned how to swim and is single and childless at 36, living in a studio flat, while she owns a massive house with a pool and a husband who lets her go off and fuck other men. He probably does it too. I'm not convinced by the picturesque Sims 4 life.

The choice of 90's and 00's pop music is certainly something, but the only thing I currently care about is the fairy bread on the table next to a multitude of other unhealthy snacks, which will certainly spark joy. Little Jessica is being hounded by people, some of which I recognise and some I don't.

"You must be so proud," says an overly excited female voice. "Congratulations," exclaims another. The girl looks like she's been preparing for this her whole life: she stays poised, back straight and chin up, smiling whenever a camera or phone is pointed in her direction. Being groomed for success from childhood seems like a double-eged sword. On the one hand, your future is guaranteed. On the other, well, your future is guaranteed. I can't help but wonder what would have happened if my mother had so carefully planned every aspect of my upbringing. Surely my sister turned out perfect, but what of me? Thirty-six years old, unmarried, childless, without a proper career and just now learning how to swim. This little girl is winning actual medals and being adored by the entire community and all I'm doing is taking pictures for a small magazine nobody reads and serving coffee.

"Hey Jessica." I recognise the voice immediately and my innards scream for a second, but I keep my composure, slowly turning around so my gaze can meet the man who's just greeted me.

"Hi Chris, you must be so proud of your pupil!"

"Absolutely," he smiles, "but all I did was help her unlock her potential."

"Take some credit," I playfully declare, my palm gently slapping his arm sort of against my best judgement. Play it cool, you idiot. "I'm sure not all swim coaches can brag about one of their kids making Nationals, right?"

"I guess..." He finally takes the compliment, his ears growing red and his dimples making an appearance once again.

"I'm obligated to take your picture now," I chuckle, doing my best to mask my own embarrassment. I'm sure my cheeks are as red as his ears but I make the executive decision to ignore it. "Big smile?"

"Oh no, not the yearbook picture," he laughs as I take the opportunity to click away, capturing him right as he flashes those adorable simples, his eyes turning into half moons in his rosey face. Admitedly, I'm doing too much. But it's for the magazine, right? Definitely not for me to look at alone in my tiny studio flat as the Cole's value pizza warms up in the oven...

"You look great," I declare, and this time I'm one hundred percent sure I'm blushing hard, but so is he, so at least I'm not alone. "All the wine mums are gonna go mad over this photo-" That was a low blow, I admit. But he laughs, a genuine laugh like he truly thinks I'm hilarious.

"Yeah, I'm afraid I've become popular among the bored housewife crowd."

So he knows. He knows he's hot. Yet he doesn't act like it. Truly the most dangerous type of man. And exactly my type.

"I'm sure they lie awake in bed at night thinking about-" I stop myself from completing the sentence, knowing damn well it's about to get a little too raunchy and we're surrounded by people, the very wine mums we're making fun of, not to mention it is potentially mildly inappropriate to make such comments about a man who is effectively my teacher. But then again, it's highly inappropriate that I lust for my younger swimming coach-

I glance at his face, looking for signs of distress on his part, like he's offended I would even suggest such barbarity, but he seems amused, smirking slightly.

"Thinking about what?"

His eyes are on mine. He's not much taller than me but, right then and there, it feels like he's six foot five and I'm but a little mouse. His usually gentle warm eyes have a hint of darkness behind them this time, a naughty glimmer I'd say.

"I'm not sure I'm allowed to say it out loud." I'm trying so hard to keep my cool even though my stutter and inability to look into his eyes betray me. It's hard to look at him at all but I see him grinning from the corner of my eye. The fucker is enjoying this. So he's a player...

"You're right, there's too many people around," he chuckles. "You wouldn't want your sister to know we're flirting."

"Very funny, Christopher." My nervous laugh doesn't even begin to sound natural or cute and it seems like he's taking a lot of pleasure out of teasing me. I've never wanted to slap the smirk out of someone's face this bad. Any evidence of my usual snarky self has evaporated and my legs shake when I realise how close he is. "That's exactly what we're doing, hmm hmm."

Much to my dismay, I hear someone approach, an irritating voice cutting through the tension that has built up in that little corner between Chris and I.

"Oh Christopher, you're a star!"

He glances at me and I take the queue to leave and go wander around with my camera in hand, shooting everything and everyone in sight, looking over my shoulder at Chris and Brenda getting a bit too close for comfort.

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claireelizabeth85 · 5 months

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Project Life - Chapter 2

Please make sure you’ve read Part 1 first.

Summary: A young girl is found in cryostasis in an old but still active HYDRA bunker. Who is she? Where did she come from and what do the US Military and HYDRA want her?

AN: I have to say thank you so much to @ellemj for have a sneaky read (and if you have Gollum saying “sneaking” in your head - then we can be friends!).

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TW: experimentation (in conversation), angst (between Tony and Steve). Mentions of historic torture.

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Neutral location - 12 hours later

In the softly lit, high-tech, mobile medical bay Dr Helen Cho diligently observed her new patient. The room hummed with the soft whir of medical equipment as Helen slowly raised the young woman’s core body temperature. Despite the frailty of the readings, the warmth from carefully placed blankets and an intravenous warm saltwater solution hinted at a gradual improvement.

As Helen immersed herself in her duties, Fury entered the room, his intensity matched only by the mystery that surrounded the unconscious woman. "How's the patient?" he inquired, his steely gaze fixed on the vital signs. Without a word, he was handed a copy of the girl’s data.

Peering at the information, Fury sought further clarity. "Any signs of HYDRA experimentation?" Helen looked up from the monitor, her brow furrowed with confusion. "Experimentation? No. There are old scars and evidence of multiple injection sites. But there are no immediate signs of any physical experimentation but that’s not to say there won’t psychological ones. I'm currently running genetic tests. Initial results say she appears to be around 25, with genetic markers spanning the United States and Europe."

A tension-filled silence filled the room as Fury absorbed the implications of the genetic testing. Fury already knew what the results would say and whilst it was going to come out in the open eventually, now wasn’t the time. "When will she wake up?" he pressed, a hint of urgency tainting his tone. Helen’s response held uncertainty, the gravity of the situation palpable. "It's hard to say Nick. It could be tomorrow, or it could be never especially if there's brain damage. We just have to wait."

His stoic demeanour betraying an undercurrent of anger, Fury returned the lab reports. "Director?" Helen queried "Is there something you're not telling me? Do you know who she is?" The answer hung heavy. "There's always something I'm not telling you, but no, I don't know who she is."

Exiting the room, Fury cast a final glance at the unconscious woman. "Please could you join me in the briefing room in five, Stark has managed against the odds to get the team back together." The door closed behind him, leaving Helen with her patient, and the enigma that was her identity and her past.

Neutral Location - Briefing room

The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension. Tony was sitting in the corner, staring at the wall just above Steve's head while his knee bounced nervously. Steve, Bucky, Natasha, and Sam sat across from him, trying not to say or do anything that might spark the already obvious tension. Meanwhile, Wanda and Vision sat beside each other, avoiding involvement with Tony or Steve. It's hard to believe that only a year ago, this team fought side by side and enjoyed downtime together. Now, they acted like strangers.

The door opened and Fury entered, followed by Helen. Fury hadn’t seen Steve or Natasha since revealing that he had survived HYDRA’s assassination attempt and the fact he was now in the same room as the man who had been sent to kill him, the tension went up a few notches.

“Fury.” Steve acknowledged. “Captain Rogers,” Fury replied as he took a seat at the large desk. “How is life as a fugitive treating you? I heard that you chose to hang up that shield of yours for a life on the run.” Steve scoffed. “Well, I wouldn’t say I chose lightly, but I made the choice that I felt was right and I stand by that choice.”

Tony scoffed. “You mean by abandoning your friends and going on the run to protect a murderer.” Steve knew that Tony wanted a rise out of him. “I made my choice about the Accords, Tony. They will do more damage than they will good and as for Bucky, he needed my help so I chose to help him.”

Steve knew that Tony was still hurting from the revelation that Bucky, as the Winter Solider, had killed his parents. He wished that was not the case and that Tony could see that whilst the two people inhabited the same body, James Bucky Barnes was so far removed from the HYDRA weapon, that they were two different people.

“You said that it was important, Fury,” Natasha spoke up. She had cut her hair and her demeanour had shifted from someone who felt she had to make amends to someone who had nothing to prove.

Fury leaned back in his chair, his one good eye surveying the room, gauging the body language of the people around him. Tension hung in the air, thick and palpable. He slid a copy of the file across the table.

“12 hours ago, I recovered a young woman from an old HYDRA bunker in Eastern Europe. She was in cyro much like the good Captain and Sgt Barnes. This is all information that I was able to recover from the lab where she was being held.”

Steve picked up the file, reading through the notes and flicking through the photographs.

“Natasha, Buck, you know what this means?” Steve showed the two ex-assassins something in the file.

“It’s Romanised Russian,” Bucky explained as he took hold of the file. “It’s written by those who don’t know how to write Cyrillic Russian.”

“It mentions some sort of experiment. There’s a phrase that’s repeated…” Bucky focused on the file, the feel of Russian words in his mouth made him tense. It felt like another violation. “Potomstvo Proyekta, it means Project Progeny.” He handed the file to Natasha who confirmed his translation.

“Were you ever aware of the project?” Bucky sighed and stretched out his hand to Natasha who handed him back the file. The sight of the base brought back memories that he did not want to relive. Closing his eyes and willing his mind to go blank, he explained what he knew.

“From what I can remember, they were working on something to do with genetics. The scientists were obsessed. I went there…” Bucky pointed at the picture taken of a snow-covered building “..twice, once after a mission and once for tests but other than that I don’t know much else about it.” Bucky slipped the file back on the desk and retook his position at the back of the room.

“If the project was related to genetic testing, that would explain the initial test results,” Helen explained what she had found. “There is evidence that the young girl was subjected to ovarian stimulation, her blood work came back with high levels of Gonadotropin”

“What’s that doc?” Steve asked.

“It's a synthetic hormone used to help women with fertility issues. It was withdrawn from use in the 80s after concerns about it causing genetic abnormalities in children. There was no such thing as IVF before the 70s so it’s plausible that if they wanted to overstimulate a woman to make her ovulate then they would have to use Gonadotropin. It would give the woman a higher percentage chance of getting pregnant.”

The full weight of what HYDRA could have been doing to this woman weighed heavily on the room.

Natasha had taken out her boot knife and continued to pick her nails with it.

“So, they messed with her insides, do I get to do the same to them?” Considering Natasha’s history, she wanted to exact revenge on anyone who forced other girls could go through something like that.

“Unfortunately not, the base that was used by HYDRA was levelled in an air strike. The intelligence gathered by SHIELD back then and what we have now is in that file.”

Fury gave the rest of the team a chance to review the reports. “So what is that you want us to do Director?” Wanda asked. She too had been subject to HYDRA’s experiments, albeit voluntarily.

Fury brought up a file on the briefing room screen. It was of two men. “These two gentlemen were running Project Progeny back in the 70s. They didn’t make it out of the lab after the airstrike, however, it is noted right at the bottom of the first page that some of their notes and files did and were taken to another HYDRA base in the Czech Republic. Now, if y’all aren’t too busy being angry at one another, I could do with some help getting hold of those files.”

His proposition hung in the air. Years past, he wouldn’t have asked nicely. It would have been a straight order and they would have gone.

“Why?” Tony asked. He got up and walked around to the screen, eyeing up the photographs of the two dead scientists. “Why do we need to go and get this information? What’s the play here, Nick? What aren’t you telling us?”

Fury knew that Tony would be the one to ask more probing questions. He had a knack for asking the right ones at the wrong time and if he didn’t get the answers he liked, he’d snoop.

“I have a feeling that this woman is linked to a previously closed military project. But I can’t be certain until I have the files from the Czech Republic.” Tony returned to his seat.

“So you want us to forget the crap that happened six months ago because you have a hunch?” Tony asked indignantly. “Come on, you should know us better than that.” Tony started to pace around the room. “I wasn’t one for blindly following you when we were a team” his pointed remarks aimed at Natasha and Steve. “So what makes you think we’re going to do it now? You need to give us something a little more concrete than a hunch and I might consider it otherwise, you can count me out.”

Fury knew he was in a bind. He had to get his hands on the files without alerting any of the sleeper cells who might come looking for her now that she had been found. But to get those files, he would have to break national security.

“The girl was the subject of a highly classified US Army project. She mysteriously vanished without a trace in the early 1970s."

That revelation sparked an immediate surge of tension. "She was a ‘subject’?" Steve demanded, his voice leaving no room for interpretation—he wanted answers. Natasha, with a piercing gaze, pressed further, "And define vanished." Fury, visibly vexed, let out a frustrated breath, the weight of undisclosed secrets hanging thick in the atmosphere.

“It was reported at the time that she was last seen at a SHIELD function at the end of May 1972, she never made it back to her address and despite an exhaustive search, there was no evidence of who took her or to where.”

“It was decided at the time that a file would be created that was for the director’s eyes only giving a brief outline of what happened and that it would be part of the Director’s remit to keep the investigation open. The only information added to the file, bar a few pages of handwritten notes is that of an air strike which levelled the building she was found in.”

Tony, who was intently studying the files interrupted. “Since when did SHIELD order bomb strikes? SHIELD is, or should I say, was passive. It was about scientific research and to try and protect against future threats. It wasn’t covert ops and bombing targets. Who authorised the strike?”

Fury inserted a stick drive which brought up the mission report for the bombing of the lab on the screen.

“The strike was part of Operation Kore and was authorised by the then Director; Peggy Carter.

“Korē?” Steve asked,

“Korē is the Ancient Greek for Daughter, so Operation Daughter.” Vision spoke, calmly giving context to the operation’s name.

“There isn’t much more than that on the file,” Tony continued. “Just that the strike had the seal of approval and that it was green-lit by the Cap’s old flame.”

Natasha studied the surveillance photographs “There’s an airstrip to the north of the first building. I bet that anything related to the project was flown out and the fact that the airstrike was director-authorised, they either wanted it destroyed or they had bad intel so they took the base of the map.”

Fury agreed with Natahsa’s surmising. “So, is there anyone that wants to take a trip to the Czech Republic?” The silence was deafening. Tony looked down at the floor, conflicted about having to work with Steve again. “I’m not in on this.” The room turned to face him. The man who once was happy to jump into missions and talk his way out of tricky situations was stepping away. “Trust me, I would love nothing more to help out with this one, but I….I need to be able to trust the people who have my back and this team….this team doesn’t give me the warm and fuzzies. I’m heading back to the States. If you need anything, that’s where I’ll be.”

If Fury was disappointed in Tony’s decision, nothing showed on his face. “I understand.” Tony stood to leave, taking a look around the room. His thoughts were in turmoil - how could he work with them again when they betrayed him? Would they do it again? What would Pepper say? “Listen, I’m not against helping out, but I have a charity to run and I promised Pepper that I would be more conscious of the amount of time that I was spending in the office.”

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apptechbuilders · 10 months

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EMPLOYEE ID 1245-6070-2; 𝐾𝐼𝑁𝐺'𝑆 𝐺𝐴𝑀𝐵𝐼𝑇.

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫/𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 uptight, tenacious, unshakeable. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 open

PROFILE.

URGENT — TERMINATION RECALLED. REASSIGN AS FOLLOWS. Following candidate interview, [𝐾𝐼𝑁𝐺'𝑆 𝐺𝐴𝑀𝐵𝐼𝑇] is to be transferred to MTF Chi-00. The disciplinary termination of their previous, longstanding assignment overseeing SITE-██ is to be held back, for release at the Committee’s discretion should their performance in this new role prove insufficient. Internal investigation has established that the processing of SCP-████ was mishandled at several levels, and [𝐾𝐼𝑁𝐺'𝑆 𝐺𝐴𝑀𝐵𝐼𝑇] is among those culpable. This last lapse notwithstanding, Site Director Osterholz is encouraged to reflect on the formidable abilities demonstrated throughout their career, all of which amply qualify [𝐾𝐼𝑁𝐺'𝑆 𝐺𝐴𝑀𝐵𝐼𝑇] for service in a non-administrative role. This opportunity, while “beneath” their usual operational standing, could reinvigorate their sense of purpose. The Committee looks forward to receiving reports of their no doubt earnest efforts to regain the esteem earned by their formerly flawless record. — Internal Memo from the Ethics Committee.

LAST ASSIGNMENT.

UTP; recommendations include Site Director (Site UTP), Comptroller-General at Recordkeeping and Information Security Administration (RAISA), Administrator at Emergent Threat Tactical Response Authority (ETTRA), or Mobile Task Force Commander (MTF recommendations include Beta-1, Eta-10, or Epsilon-7).

INTERRELATIONS OF NOTE.

𝐷𝑌𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐵𝑅𝐸𝐸𝐷. You’re used to ordering this kind of operative around — not working as their peer. Setting aside the indignity of it all, they make your skin crawl; whether it’s your clearly mutual disdain or something else, you’re not sure. And while you were prepared to maneuver around 𝑆𝑀𝑂𝑂𝑇𝐻 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅’s watchful gaze, the fact that 𝐷𝑌𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐵𝑅𝐸𝐸𝐷 has also elected to be a thorn in your side is throwing a wrench into your plans.

𝑅𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅𝑆𝐸 𝐸𝑁𝐺𝐼𝑁𝐸𝐸𝑅. You’re going to enact your revenge. You’ve sworn on it since your termination was postponed. It's a shame that 𝑅𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅𝑆𝐸 𝐸𝑁𝐺𝐼𝑁𝐸𝐸𝑅 will be caught in the crossfire when you fulfill your goal, but you're on borrowed time. This isn't the way you wanted to catch up with an old friend, but even if you told them what happened, could they understand? When they're Themis’ Golden Child and you’re its pariah?

𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐹𝐸𝐶𝑇 𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐺𝐸𝑅. You’re frayed enough at the edges that you’ve started to vent your frustrations to this slice of fresh meat the Ethics Committee saw fit to saddle your team with. They haven’t been at this long enough to have much to say in response, but at least they’re listening. The sooner they come to see these horrors the way you do, the better.

𝐶𝑂𝑁𝑁𝐸𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 𝑈𝑇𝑃. — Propose a connection between your character and any of our taken or open skeletons!

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