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It's being estimated that the spaceX launch, lacking the regulation and oversight of NASA launches, might have wiped out as much as 4% of the population of the federally protected Piping Plovers who's nesting site was within the effected area of the launch blast.
But you know, privatising space is cool because billionare fanboys think it's awesome.
#spaceX#environmental impact#environmentalism#protected species#endangered species#piping plovers#capitalism will kill us all#but its starting with the birds#NASA has oversight and regulations for a reason actually#Put scientists in charge of space not business
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My Uncle is a Nut.
by
Aph-mable
@thegatorsgoose
Chapter 2
Lex stares down at his computer screen as he looks over the latest news about DALV Co.
Afterall, it's not that often that one of the guests at a Gala takes it upon themselves to save the day before any heroes show up.
Luthor was now interested in the very same young man that achieved this. Daniel Fenton, Vlad's Godson and the second youngest Co CEO next to Tim Drake-Wayne.
Even with a basic internet search on the boy there was plenty of information to find, both about his family and what connections they had.
Daniel's parents; Madeline and Jack Fenton. Doctors in both biology and engineering, working with the government, as well as the most well known pioneers in Ecto science, a very unique study.
They own a weapons workshop together and quite frankly put some of Gothams own mad scientists to shame with their inventions.
There is only one other child besides Daniel, who is quite a bright young lady named Jasmine Fenton, who’s currently working towards getting her degree in psychology.
Meanwhile Daniel Fenton has his own achievements that were not to be ignored.
He was on the fast track to becoming an astronaut in his early teens, only to have that dream crushed after an accident that left him wheelchair bound and his grades to temporarily suffer, yet he continued to push forward.
There was news articles about how Daniel risked his life to save an endangered species of gorilla, he had been seen at many protests fighting for the rights of metas and the meta adjacent, and with him now as Co CEO of DALV co he was incharge over and currently the main inventor of the technology being made and sold.
That last part is what caught Lex’s attention the most, especially since he was now a business partner with Vlad Master’s (much to his distaste), yet the man made very high quality technology that has proven him an asset for now.
So to find out it was the man’s Godson who was the one making the inventions provided something he desperately desired, a different person to make a deal with.
Because in all honesty, Vlad Masters, both as a business partner and a villain in arms, was just horrible to deal with.
Vlad at the best of the times was attention seeking or grumbling about not getting his way, maybe bragging about his achievements as mayor. But at his worst?
Luthar has seen that pompous dragon get very, very petty. somehow stealing others wealth, companies, even passion projects, just because he wanted to. And somehow, he always got away with it.
Yet at the last gala Lex got a glimpse into how much worse Masters could be. The entire night the man had been strangely territorial over his charge, much to the boy’s annoyance. Lex could have sworn he’d seen Vlad’s eyes go red when he was being held back from reaching his godson later into the night. His protectiveness was not like that of a parent’s, but rather a beast whose treasure was being messed with.
That in itself is worrisome, especially since it will affect Lex’s plans to become business partners with Daniel instead of his godfather. Add in the fact that Vlad is obviously a controlling narcissist… well, lex has always enjoyed a good challenge now and then. For now, all he has to do is schedule a meeting with the young Co CEO at a time Masters will be busy, and go from there.
Reaching for his phone Luthor dialed his secretary’s number as he smugly leaned back in his chair.
“Eve, can you get me Vlad Master’s schedule? I Have a meeting in mind.”
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Danny was busy tinkering away at his work desk, music playing from a small speaker as he hyper focused on his latest invention.
It was supposed to be an updated version of the phantom thermos, making it not just easier to capture ghosts, but allowing it much more space and durability as well as the ability to catch more than just ghosts.
He had long since retired the fenton thermos back to being a normal thermos for holding liquid, and maybe an emergency projectile if needed. He wanted a much more successful capture device and is slowly trying to move away from using Fenton works weapons all together.
By now all of team phantom made their own weapons and devices, both being much more ecto friendly as well as complementing their fighting style.
Danny still mostly used his powers and hand to hand combat to take down ghosts, but it’s still useful to have gadgets just in case he couldn't use his abilities.
Danny's mind starts to race with new ideas and possible upgrades to various inventions, including some exciting upgrades to his chair when a notification caught his eye, someone had entered the lab.
With a groan he puts his thermos away and dramatically flops further back into his chair just as whoever was planning to bother him approached….
Only to see a bald man in a suit raise an eyebrow as he kept a respectable distance.
Danny pulls his goggles up as he scans the man, he could have sworn he’d seen him before… oh right, the Gala Vlad dragged him to.
Turning his chair, Danny crosses his arms as he got a better view of the man, now remembering his name; Lex Luthor, one of Vlad’s newest business partners that was supposed to hash out plans with his Godfather.
Mr. Luthor relaxed as Danny gave him his full attention, he even gave out a small chuckle under his breath as he read the boy's shirt that said ‘I’m not a mourning person’.
Not so subtly he switched his chuckle to a fake clearing of his throat as he offered out his hand.
“You must be Daniel Fenton, I have to say you definitely made a name for yourself, especially after the previous Gala.” he kept a smug smile that he tried to hide as a genuine one.
Danny took the guy's hand and shook it firmly as he was trying to figure out what, exactly, he wanted.
“Yup that's me, though I prefer to be called Danny. Soo, who are you and what are you doing in my lab?”
“Straight to the point, I like it.” Mr. Luthor glanced over at Dann’s work bench before taking a much more relaxed slouched, “My name is Lex Luthor, and I’m here to offer a business partnership with you.”
This made Danny freeze up in surprise, because who the hell is crazy enough to make a business deal with a teenager? Lex Luthor, Apparently!
His face scrunched a bit as he leaned back in his chair, not fully believing that's what the man wanted, or at the very least it’s not as cut and dry as he’s making it sound. There has to be a catch here.
“Why? Aren't you already Vlad’s business partner? You're already working with us.”
Luthor nods as he walks around and explains his reasoning, “It’s true that i'm a partner of DALV co, but the details have yet to be fully hashed out, meaning I’m not quite a business partner with Mr. Master’s himself yet. And I’ll be honest here with you, I really don’t want to deal with him.”
Once more Danny was surprised, yet he started to relax when he heard Lex wasn’t as friendly with Vlad as he first thought.
“Really? That must be why he was trying suck up to you all night at the gala, I just assumed that was Vlad trying to flirt.”
Danny couldn’t help but burst out laughing as he saw Lex’s face scrunch up in disgust after hearing that.
“Noted, and I really hope it’s not the case. I’m already thinking less of him as is, only to have that bar lowered to a tripwire is the reason why I’d rather not deal with him. Hence why I wanted to come in and make a deal with you instead, since you're less of a.. What's the proper word here?”
“Narcissistic parasite?”
Lex snapped his fingers and grinned, “yes that! At the very least it’s obvious who here actually runs the show when it comes to the technological department. So what do you say, ready to make your first legit big deal in the business world?” once more he offers out a hand.
Danny rolls his eyes as he crosses his arms, raising an eyebrow and staring at the looming man.
“Flattery will get you into many places, but I want to make a few things very clear; I don’t take deals unless I have control over the conditions. I’m not dumb enough to just say yes to someone who managed to get into my lab without Vlad trailing behind. So my rules or nothing.”
“Very well, tell me your conditions, I’ll get my lawyer to write up a contract once we both agree.” Luthor mimics Danny’s cross-armed possession as the teen brainstormed.
Danny looked down at his lap in thought as his fingers tapped on his arm rests before he quickly shot back his answer.
"If we are working together I want lab safety to be a top priority, meaning if I'm calling out something as unsafe you take it seriously. Next is schedules and restrictions.
I'm still in online school and want to hang out with my friends and family, so no last minute meetings unless I can join in online or barring guests from seeing me, obviously you can look into them to be sure they aren't a security risk but beyond that they are welcomed.
Lastly, as long as it's not in the lab I can eat whenever and wherever I want, I'm of course putting it on Vlad's tab if it's anything expensive.
Sound like a fair deal?"
Lex humed for a moment as he tapped his chin before agreeing with a small nod.
"I'll agree to those terms if you agree to mine.
I'll go along with the lab safety protocol as long as you don't question what purpose we are collaborating on, well as long as it doesn't violate the rule of course.
Second is we have to work together at my labs in Matroplas, and I'm okay with meeting online if there is a time crunch or it's trivial, guests will need to be checked by security to be sure they aren't smuggling anything in or out.
Lastly for the budget, whenever we are collaborating it's a 50/50 split unless we agree on otherwise.
So what do you say, we got a deal?"
Lex holds out his hand for Danny to shake, which he does with no hesitation.
"Deal."
"Excellent! Now, how about we get some lunch while we work out travel plans" Luther claps his hands as he leads the way.
"Sure, as long as it's on yours or Vlad's dime I don't care." Danny follows after, placing the security protocol on as they leave.
As they ride the elevator down Danny thinks, Lex may be a nutty billionaire, but he’s not as bad as the fruitloop…
He’s a cheerio.
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End of chapter 2 for now.
#dyslexia#dp crossover#long reads#batfamily#bruce wayne#disabled danny#damain wayne#jon kent#lex luthor#patrol partners event 2023#autistic writers
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So here's my game idea. It's not going to be my next game, because I'm already committed to Untitled Dairy Farm Game (It's Complicated), but it might be the one after that.
Provisional title: Lunar Sunrise
Genre: car mechanic simulator (think My Summer Car, Mon Bazou, Junkyard Truck, Longest Drive, My Garage)
Setting: The sparsely settled moon. The distant future, the year 1997.
The moon is full of scientists hard at work on a major project called the NanoFall. The earth is currently inaccessible, the people in hibernation or in bunkers beneath the surface, the weather is out of control. There's about 10 million people living on the moon, the deserts of Mars, the jungles of Venus, and various space stations around the inner planets. The moon is in theory "in charge" of this big mess, but it's really a loose confederation of smaller governments. There's no ongoing conflicts, humanity is mostly united over the whole "fixing the earth" problem.
You can't help with that. You're 15. One of the first generations born in the moon, your parents are important and very busy scientists working on the NanoFall. You have completed your schooling early, so you have plenty of free time.
So you decide to do what many teenagers of decades past have done: you want to build a sweet hotrod. Only, it's the future and on the moon, so you're not building a car, you're building a spaceship.
You take odd jobs (delivering supplies, mining for ice, or fixing automated robotic buggies) to get money to buy parts from the junkyards. The moon has been inhabited for nearly 50 years at this point, and there's plenty of old parts sitting in scrapyards to be scavenged and used to build your spaceship. You alternate between doing jobs for money, buying new parts, and building and upgrading your rocket. Once your rocket is functional, you can use it to take on more jobs on the moon, to make more money and eventually make it functional enough to leave the moon. Speaking of which...
Your goal: to complete a spaceship and go visit Mars or Venus, so you can hang out with some other teens your age. The moon is mainly scientists and robots, and that gets boring fast.
You're going to build a nuclear thermal rocket. They're relatively simple, as rockets go. You basically have a huge tank of hydrogen and a nuclear reactor. You run the hydrogen through the reactor, which heats it up and it shoots out the back of your ship. Simple, powerful, and perfectly suited for the moon where you don't really have to deal with issues like "whoops you accidentally irradiated Seattle with your radioactive exhaust".
The idea is that it's a sort of Heinleinpunk. Especially The Rolling Stones, his 1952 novel about a family on the moon, and the twin teenagers who build a rocket to take their family to Mars.
To explain the whole "child endangerment" thing, one aspect of the setting is that death is pretty much solved. Everyone on the moon has nanotech that can back-up their memories in case of death, and they've got cloning to rebuild bodies. If you run out of oxygen 20 miles from the nearest outpost, your brain gets put into a sort of digital saved state and a robot is deployed to go grab your body. It's brought back, and you're downloaded into a new clone body. You just lose some time and money, and maybe a stern reminder to be more careful next time.
Sound like fun?
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Summary: After his ordeal with Mandroid, Megatron begins avoiding Twitch first.
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For the most part, Twitch was the most wholly self-sufficient of her children. At least Dorothy liked to believe that. Sure–Nightshade had their arsenal of science projects that would put any doomsdayer to shame, and Hashtags unlimited access to the internet and technology in general placed her at an inhuman level of preparedness, but when faced with the stressors of life, outside of the lab or away from the internet, Twitch was in her element.
Be it a impromptu rescue mission, or a much needed pep talk at a family game night (or right before charging into a gun fight), Dot could count on Twitch to take lead. Again, she was self-sufficient. Sometimes to a fault–Dot wanted none of her children to grow up faster than they needed to–but self-sufficient nonetheless.
So when Twitch broke the biggest rule one summer morning, hovering into the dining room above the breakfast table, speaking so fast that her words became one large, run on sentence of worry and panic, Dot knew her daughter’s self-sufficiency had run out.
Dot covered her coffee as Twitch flew over it, mindful of the grains of dust and dirt she’d most likely collected flying into the home. The run-of-the-mill complaint usually reserved for her rowdy children died down when Twitch transformed midair, orange eyes wild with fear and concern. Dot felt her heart slam against her chest. She swallowed the nausea down with bitter coffee, and with it pushed down the memories of her tormented children that haunted every inch of her being for the past few months.
“Sweety, calm down, what is it?” She placed a comforting hand on Twitch’s shoulder, interrupting her rapid fire concern.
“It’s Megatron, Mom!” Finally, her words formulated into a legible sentence, “he’s acting weird, but not his usual weird. Just very weird. I tried to talk to him, and train with him, and he just avoids my calls. He told me to meet him somewhere and never came. He’s been acting really weird like this mom! For a while now. I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want to worry you, but he doesn’t hang out with us anymore.” Twitch paused, taking a breath that she did not need to take (but copied from Robby, usually after one of his rants at his online team) “He won’t do things with us anymore. Especially me, and he always does things with me!”
Dot sighed, descending into her chair in the same breath. Her children were safe–good. She let her heart slow its pace, though the uneasiness did not leave. Megatron was still family. She tried to relay the past few months in her head, reviewed the time she and Megatron had spent together. Between establishing temporary places in Witwicky to set up Cybertronian settlements, one would have thought they would have spend more time together. And as Dot sat thinking, thumbs rubbing circles in Twitche’s palms, she realized that she hadn’t actually spent more than at least an hour or so with him. In fact, she seemed to spend more time with Optimus than Megatron.
In all honesty, she hadn’t thought much of it. Megatron was busy, very busy. And the newish, unwilling leader of the Decepitcons. But that was then, this was now. Currently the bureaucracy had died down, and instead the respective scientist of the different causes had dedicated themselves to fixing up the Space Bridge. And if Optimus could manage an hour or so every week to bother the Malto’s, than surely, so could Megatron.
Because with what Twitch had told her, this was less of a “I’m super busy Dorothy, I’ll get back to you later” and more of a “I’m in a broody mood and avoiding you for an undisclosed reason.”
Still, rather than upset her child, Dot smoothened her worry just as any good mother would. “Twitch, honey, I'm sure Megatron is just very busy. He needs to make sure that everything for the Decepticons are safe. But how about this, I’ll go check on him today and let him know that you’re missing him, okay?”
Twitch beamed, metal arms embracing Dorothy tightly. “Oh, thank you mom!”
Dot squeezed back, tapping Twitch's shoulder when the hug became a little too tight.
“Sorry Mom!”
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Chapter One: Aperture File One
It wasn’t too long ago that GLaDOS was destroyed. Not too long after that, the cores came back online to take care of a dead facility. However, it was just long enough where it might’ve been long ago or maybe not. Plus, the cores had lost track of time since they were randomly shut down and reactivated again.
Either way, GLaDOS was gone, the test subjects were gone, the scientists were gone, and the cores were back. Despite having dozens of cores, only four truly reactivated. Those four were the Fact Core, Space Core, Adventure Core, and the Intelligence Dampening Core. These cores were made long ago by Aperture to assist in scientific studies, advancements, and upkeep. They each also served their own purpose based on their names.
Fact Core was the first to reactivate. His main function is to aid scientists and test subjects whenever they have a question or need a random fact about something. He’s basically the search engine for the facility and was once very useful. However, like the other cores, he is now corrupt. Due to this, his facts are often wrong and twisted. His flamboyant personality makes it difficult to determine whether or not he is aware that his facts are incorrect. He most likely doesn’t notice and thinks he is still being useful. His love for facts either right or wrong, is still very strong and so is his ego.
Mere nanoseconds later, Adventure Core was reactivated. His main function is to scout out land in place of a human. He also contains knowledge of different environments, geography, and land formations. He enjoys going by the name “Rick” for unknown reasons. A scientist caught him calling the other cores by actual names too once or twice. When asked why, he didn’t give a clear answer. He only stated that he liked the sound of it. Out of the remaining cores, he’s one of the best at hiding the fact that he is also corrupt.
Lastly, Space Core joined the three. His main function is to provide knowledge about space and everything it contains. This includes space travel, astrological events, previous space missions, and more. Space was Aperture’s next goal, so having him and the other cores proved useful. It is most obvious that he is corrupt. He is now too busy ranting about his love for space to give facts and information about it. He just really likes space.
It’s unknown when the Intelligence Dampening Core or “Wheatley” came back online. It was most likely around the same time as the others. His main function was to help control GLaDOS by giving her stupid and random ideas that are prone to fail. Later, he was put in charge of the test subjects and their chambers. This is a job that he obviously didn’t want. He was also unhappy when he learned about his first purpose and started to constantly complain. This is when the name “Wheatley” was used more consistently. The other cores didn’t know when he reactivated because they weren’t around him. This wasn’t due to any functions or jobs, they merely don’t like him and he doesn’t like them.
Despite being created by the best scientific minds, by now, most of the cores are somewhat corrupted. The corruption causes the cores to be unable to do their functions properly. More specifically, the Adventure Core’s corruption mainly affects his motor functions and ability to see. As of now, these functions are not badly affected. Though, it is obvious that he’s no longer in mint condition. As previously stated, the Fact Core’s facts are no longer true and are usually twisted. Lastly, instead of giving useful information about space, Space Core just rambles about space related things and his dream of going to space. Due to his functions and personality, it’s unknown if Wheatley is corrupted.
Once a core is corrupted enough, it may exhibit signs that are similar to insanity in humans. This could include paranoia, nonsensical rambling, homicidal tendencies, and more. These signs are present at different corruption levels for each core. It is unknown why. The leading theory is that it’s based on their functions and how useful they feel. Changes in personality could be an early sign that the core would soon exhibit these signs.
It is also unknown why cores get corrupted at all. Rather, there is no ONE reason. It could be because some cores were made before the technology was perfected. It could be because they were deactivated and reactivated suddenly and without cause. It could also be due to time or the harsh environment and how it could cause such a complex AI to become unraveled. The final theory here is that it has something to do with the once [VOID]
Despite this, the cores still follow most of the rules. One rule being to never leave the rail unless given permission by a high ranking faculty member. The rails consist of platforms the cores can stand on and hold onto as they move around to their next location. It can only be used by the cores since it requires certain programming. The cores have been told that if they were to ever leave the rail, they would die. This rule was also placed into their programming.
Now, the cores spend their days doing their best to maintain the facility and perform their functions. Even if there’s nothing to do and conditions have become too harsh to perform their tasks.
Due to only four cores remaining, they have created something almost like a reluctant friendship. Well, the three have. Wheatley continues overseeing the relaxation chambers and what remains of the humans.
#portal#portal 2: the unauthorized musical#portal 2 musical#portal 2#wheatley#fact core#fanific#adventure core#space core
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Doge Asks 3rd Year Anniversary Special
*Lightning zaps a massive space ship hovering over a suspicious laboratory*
Scientist: Assistant! Status report!
Assistant: The ship's preparing to destroy the serotonin supply, Walter's still talking to thin air, and the catgirls's gone stir crazy again!
Scientist: That's not a report. That's just stating the obvious!
*Le Catgirl scratching the door has arrived*
Catgirl: Outside!
Doge: Come one folks! There's gotta be something we can do to save this 3 year running joke!
Anti-Doge: We could also make a new inverse character. It's always unexpected!
*Le everyone waiting silently and nothing happens has arrived*
Anti-Doge: The Wowish Inquisition didn't show up. This is NOT good.
Doge: We don't need more inverse characters! Cheems is too busy fighting Yomgurt to help us!
Jim: And that Karen clone that's actually nice-
Anti-Doge: Caren?
Jim: Yes, Caren but not Karen, she's running an orphanage daycare now. She's not gonna care enough to help us...Ironic.
Murphy: What about anti-Walter? He's gotta be sane right?
Anti-Doge: Retlaw's on a holiday trip to the Alps.
*Meanwhile in le Alps*
*Le Retlaw yodeling has arrived*
Retlaw: My good name is Retlaw!
*Back in le lab.*
Murphy: Should we even expect Coach Henry to do something?
Doge: With any luck, he's still in jail.
Jim: Wellllll.
Doge: He IS still in jail, right?
Jim: Yeah, totally in jail. Never gonna help us up or save us down.
Scientist: Did you just Rickroll the great DOCTOR VON PROFESSOR?!
*Jim smiles*
Jim: Had to get one last on in before the end.
Murphy: What if we all get back in your time machine and see if Professor Von Doctor can help us?
Scientist: That's the M.U.T.T. and we can't use it. The M.U.T.T. would take too long and the time machine's broken. SOMEBODY decided to use it to create a temporal paradox and then a snazzy dressed alien with a flying blue rectangle broke it.
Doge: Well...I guess we're doomed. Come on guys, let's go on the subreddit and let everyone know this is the end.
Walter: Al! There's gotta be something we haven't tried yet!
Al: Sam, I know! Ziggy's running every simulation he can on hot to get that sorry excuse for a UFO outta here and keep everyone's dopamine intact!
Walter: Serotonin!
Al: They both keep you happy, it's the same thi- Wait a minute.
Walter: What?
Al: The percentage of taking that thing out of the sky's just gone from 0 to 1 percent. 2. 3. Something's happening.
Assistant: Doc! I've got something on the long-range scanners!
*Meanwhile in le space ship*
Captain: Report!
Weapons Dog: The Serotonin Stopper's at 85% power, sir.
Captain: That's not a report. That's just stating the obvious.
Weapons Doge: Yes, sir. Weapons will finish charging within a minute. Then Cringeville will be destroyed, along with the last reserves of serotonin. Then with no reason for anyone to try, we would've finally put a long overdue end to this terrible running joke that's been going on for 3 years.
Captain: Now THAT'S a report.
Weapons Doge: Thank you, sir.
Captain: You may fire when ready.
Scanner Doge: Captain, we've detected a single fighter jet on a course directly to us.
Captain: A single fighter? We've got a space ship with city destroying capabilities. Who on Earth would be crazy enough to take us on fight a single...Wait.
*Le fighter jet soars through le clouds towards le space ship*
*As the clouds clear, the name on the jet can be seen, "Bonker 35"*
Captain: FIRE ALL WEAPONS NOW!
Weapons Doge: I can't, they're not charged! The plot won't let me!
Communications Doge: We're getting a signal from the fighter. Putting it onscreen.
*The fighter pilot appears and takes off his mask*
Doge Anon: Hello boys! I'M BAAAAAACK!
*Le missile launches into le space ship and turns it into fireworks*
Doge: Well, that was convenient!
Murphy: My tractors are saved!
Doge: And so are Walter's fire and monster trucks!
Anti-Doge: WOOOO!
Scientist: Good to see the lab wasn't destroyed again. If it released the thing in the basement before it was ready, that would've been a disaster.
*Meanwhile in le basement*
*A very small thing floats in a green tank*
Thing: Sssoooooonnn.
*Back in le ground floor*
Assistant: Good. That would've been messy.
Anti-Doge: All this to say that it's great to be back! This calls for a musical number! HAND ME LE MIC!
Doge: Oh no, you don't, I'm singing this one first!
*Le fighting over le mic as September by Earth, Wind & Fire starts playing*
Walter: So we did it?
Al: That's right, Sam. Everything goes mostly back to normal. Karen gets to angry, she drops into a hate coma for a month, giving Doge some much needed time off. Anti-Doge goes on to give the best punchline of his career.
*Le Anti-Doge punches Doge*
Al: Yeah, there it is. And Lilothy becomes the first mayor of Cringeville to be a minor.
Walter: He does?
Al: Sworn into office right before his 18th birthday, so it counts. Oh and...Uh, that's gonna be ugly when it happens.
Walter: What? Does someone take him out?
Al: No, he goes on to serve 8 terms and does fine. This one's about that thing in the basement below us. It's not pretty. Good news for you though is you eventually go on to own an emporium that sells fully functional fire trucks to dogs everywhere at a reasonable price.
Walter: So I'm gonna leap outta here?!
Al: Yeah, just as soon as-
Murphy: Hey Walts! How about after this, we go down to your place and have a round of quarter pounders, on me?
Walter: Sure. That sounds nice.
Al: Bye bye crazy world.
*Le blue light engulfs Walter*
Walter: Ah, FINALLY!
*Le Sam leaps into the body of someone holding clippers to a wire in a box*
Bomb Squad guy: Come on, Anderson, pick a wire. This thing's gonna go off in 40 seconds.
Sam: Oh boy!
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Happy 3 years of cringey jokes, Nunya. Hopefully next year's more active than this one, and I hope you still enjoy it!
-Doge Anon le first
Submitted, obviously, by Doge Anon
I was gonna try and do something but nothing that came to mind could top this you've sent so I went simple since I can't compete anyhow.
We're a couple years behind the subreddit, but that's just fine.
It's a good day, got a doge ask
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Ok.......
Since I couldn't respond to a Worldbuilding Wednesday post by @raevenlywrites for some weird reason, I'm just going to put my answer here. It was an open tag. :)
Question: What is a special thing in your worldbuilding? A special trade, an item, a profession, a unique detail, valuable thing, something that takes a lot of work to do, ect.
My answer:
There's a few in the world of "Out There: The 1K" or as I should start putting it "OTT1K".
SPACESHIP CORE CHARGER: "Coridium"
Coridium - a melange of iacite particles, antion gas, nitrogen, hydrogen, niridian molecules, and water vapor - is a liquid conductor used to charge the ephypsan particles in a ship's power core and engines; the hyperdrive, sublight drive, and thrusters.
Coridium isn't "Fuel" in the traditional sense.
It's essentially a battery for a battery.
The ephypsan particles themselves are what power the ship's engines and power core.
No one has discovered another way to charge ephypsan particles.
An intelligent spaceship owner would keep a spare supply on hand. External batteries were normally kept for emergencies to plug into the power core to keep life support and other essential systems running if the ship ran out of "fuel."
For basic tech, charging units contain a tiny amount of coridium that can charge the particles in an ephypsan battery - think putting your rechargeable batteries in a unit. Those are harmless and rarely have to be refilled.
An average supply of coridium for a light freighter like the Horizon - Yune Darrak's ACC-1200 Mercury class - could power the ship for six months.
The ephypsans who invented this were geniuses. Ephypsans were a race of beings the keth committed genocide against by destroying their planet. The Alliance reverse engineered the technology with help from a surviving ephypsan scientist who escaped on a transport with a handful of altaran-humans and other species.
It would take three to four hours to charge the dead core of a small ship, and eight hours to charge a larger ship like a bulk cruiser or an Alliance command ship.
The various companies in business with the Alliance would purchase concentrated coridium, water it down, and offer it at a reasonable price to Alliance citizens. As maskans didn't use money, they would stockpile the desired currency to pay the companies who did. Masakan-owned companies obviously did not require payment.
The Alliance had made a deal with the crime syndicate - the Ba’ri - to purchase concentrated refined coridium for the Regent naval fleet. They would provide protection from the keth in exchange for a lower price.
However, this deal only existed with the Regents and unaffiliated planetary and military fleets. The heavily-neutral tehrel had their own source which they guarded fiercely. Everyone else had to pay full price if they wanted concentrated coridium, or be damned good at negotiations.
Concentrated coridium was where the real fortune lay. Smuggling it brought high risks.
Coridium is volatile if exposed to high levels of heat like a plasma bolt. Other than that, it's harmless until mixed with the ephypsan particle mixture in a ship's core.
Vesnine - a gas giant within the Delphic Void (or just "The Void" - a vast of space peppered with pockets of null space a ship had to make hyperjumps through. A hyperdrive could not function in null space) - had multiple atmospheric vapor extractors within its constant cloudy atmosphere that would harvest the gaseous mixture and refine it into a usable liquid. It was one of the largest coridium harvesting planets in the known galaxy. And run by one of the most nefarious crime families in the known galaxy, the Ba’ri.
(NOTE:
An altaran-human's source energy can charge ephypsan particles. The particles are synthetic Source Field energy that's far weaker than natural Field energy, with enough variations to appear on the visual spectrum and provide power to electronic systems. Altaran-humans are immune to ephypsan particle radiation. Exposure to it overcharges their own source, and makes them really hyper. They don't suffer burns or adverse side effects like everyone else.)
#worldbuilding wednesday#writing#writeblr#out there the 1k#ott1k#It's not fuel. It's a charger.#And before you ask NO this is not from SOLO.#I didn't see that movie until late summer of 2020. I didn't even know it existed because of bad marketing#and backlash over the sequels burying it. It's a good movie and I love it.#HOWEVER....#I came up with this idea in 2019.#I was actually pissed that I had to change details in my own creation because of them.#so fuck them. It was my idea first.#Starship fuel is not a new concept.#My hyperdrives also create a bubble of real space time around the ship to keep everything and everyone normal#within the hypercourse#And it's not instant teleportation. It takes time to travel from place to place#space#sci-fi fantasy
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I finished playing The Outer Worlds yesterday. I generally enjoyed it, and would definitely recommend it. More details and some thoughts(probably with spoilers) below.
Starting off with character creation, I put most of my points into the intelligence and stealth directions. Experience with Fallout games tells me that combat can always be bypassed or cheated but if you cant do a speech, lockpick or hack you get locked out of some things. Then I meet a definitely trustworthy scientist and get dropped down to the planet to meet a smuggler for some reason.
Oops, the smuggler's an idiot and now he's dead, time to steal his ship(and identity). Ships broken. Go find a part in the nearby town. Do some side quests, get involved in local politics, make some new friends. I ended up with the deserters in charge, it seemed like the least bad ending. I died a few times early on until i found something other than the starting pistol. I don't think I ever died again after that. Leave the planet.
Now i'm on a spaceship. Now I'm impounded. Now you're free to go, by the way do you want to rat out the only person you know to the evil corporation? Doesn't seem like the right call. More side quests, go to a different part of the planet, make some money, buy the key to the next place. Also got some new friends on the ship. Felix is cool, also a loser.
Now to the second planet, more local politics make friends with the local cult, one last friend joins the crew, she has some unfinished business, more side quests, leave the planet, stumble into a dlc.
Murder mystery, find an OP weapon, never worry about combat again. Solve the mystery, kill a big worm, leave. Back to the main game, stomp everything in my path to the radio tower, already made friends with the locals so I don't need to do anything. A ship falls from the sky. Locals want me to salvage it for only one of the groups, forced to make a choice(I guess there was a path to peace but it wasn't a quest marker). Give the ship to the company, they seem a better ally. The cult is attacking now, this battle seems like it should be more cinematic but it isn't. The cult leaders are in the abandoned church, kill them. Ignore the second copy of one of them and the company president that are standing there like they are going to negotiate, you didn't pick that path.
Back to the scientist, time to get some chemicals to help your frozen friends. But first, the other DLC. No real strong notes about that one. Back to the big city, sneak into a politician's house. Nope, someone else bought those chemicals. Sneak into capitalism hq, now every guard is hostile. Good thing i have the Spectrum Gatling. Shoot my way in, shoot my way out. Time to move the frozen people closer. I can sneak this time. Queue the only actual cinematic moment in the whole game. Sneak back out.
Scientist is captured, time for a prison break. Some friends show up to help, but I have enough dps on my own. Pile of bodies high enough to solve the food shortage. The chairman thinks he has leverage, dies. Hack the final boss. Rescue the scientist. A powerpoint says i got what seems like a good ending for everyone but the rich.👍
Bad retelling aside I did enjoy the story, and I rarely felt too limited in my ability to make choices.
But there is something to the intersection of fps and rpg that tests my suspension of disbelief. What exactly is leveling up that a person can become more resistant to being shot in the face? If it's abstracted there can be excuses, but in an fps, no, I shot you in the head. Your best excuse is a helmet, and that only takes you so far.
In the end, it's Fallout New Vegas in space, and it's a good time.
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WILL THE WHALE!
Monger was happily singing to himself casually
Stocking supplies for the apocalypse
Doodley doo
Were all gonna die
doodley doo
Only the prepared will survive
doodley doo
In the secret underground safety bunker there was a big argument.
Gentlemen please!NO FIGHTING IN THE WAR ROOM!The President said.
Link was putting on at full blast the song LEGAL TENDER
Will you please turn that infernal racket off!!!!!!!!!
Cmon Monger we can't have the end of everything without a rocking song to go with it.
Trying to lift up Carls spirits after hearing that he will never be reunited with everyone he ever know Monger said to cheer him up
“Look if it makes you feel any better the apocalypse is coming soon,BURY YOUR GOLD!...you've been buying your gold…right?
The President had a quick speech
“My fellow americans…you know what I must do so let's just skip to it…and promptly pressed the Nuke launch button.”
They recruited the most powerful….feared…and strong force to ever embrace the light of existence……………..
WILL………….THE……….WHALE!
An army of aliens were marching for DC. when suddenly Will the whale appeared!!!!
He shook his flipper at them and gave them…THE LOOK!!!
And all the aliens and alien moths ran as quickly as they could.
He was sent to fight alongside other specialist against the aliens.
So it was decided to use:THE DERANGED MUTANT KILLER TEENAGE MONSTER NINJA SPACE TOADS!!!!!!!!!!!Are you scared?
Monger couldnt help but start to cry...sniff..."my entire life was but a prelude to this magic moment"He said while shoting armies of space mutants with rocket launchers
Suddenly he saw a poster saying “Nuke the whales!”Showing some whales flying like birds and screaming like eagles after getting nuked and blown out of the water.He looked at it mournfully he wanted to fly like them just seeing those happy wales the must be the luckiest creatures in existence he wish that was him.Fly like birds made him wish he could.He never felt like this in his entire life he had to express it as best he could how he felt so he thought a moment plucked up courage and said to everyone that poignantly beautiful word he came up with.
“Will the whale”
Due to him whilst being a genius and high class among whales he was limited by his capacities by his whale system so his vocabulary was limited to only saying Will the Whale….
Will the whale found out(Through reading the newspaper) that the alien overlord was responsible for the death of his whale swarm sans him.He was the whaler of the moon,(as well as sailor)He remembered them his memories pained him through and through he had trauma and then he standed up and told the overloard the most insulting words he could say.The words that best Expressed how he feeled!
WILL THE WHALE!WILL THE WHALE!WILLLLL THHHHEEEE WHHHHALLLEEE!HE SCREAMED IN AGONY AND ANGER AT THIM.Lost control and charged at him but missed him and hit a rock face instead…
Meanwhile a mad scientist(actually not really mad, quite kind and cheerful)was busy at work creating…a boggity…boggity…MONSTER!!!!
Yes…the Monster…………..CHICKENSTEIN!!!!!!!!
Chickenstein was sent to conquer the Alien's forces.The Alien leader looked at him and shot a bolt at him so hard it instantly destroyed him.
Who wants some fried chicken he said in a sarcastic tone.
Will the Whale was at rock bottom he never felt so depressed(He had just lost Chickenstein) but he fought back and got ready to tell all his friends an uplifting speech to help them get back into the fight!Something that's woord will pierce right through them and give them new life!
Will the whale?Will the Whale?Will the whale…,Will the whale.Will the whale,Will the whale?Will the whale?Will the whale!Will the whale!!Wiiiiiiilllllltthhhhheeee whhaaaaallllleeeeeeeee!
HAPPY APRIL FOOLS!
#april fools 2024#dreamworks#monsters vs aliens#whale#Will#Will the whale#original story#original character#original post#rotg
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Loss, road trips, and a race to 10,000 miles
(Wiping away tears) Where to start this post? It’s been a busy summer for me: lots of grieving, Energica issues, Hyundai road trips, Iron Butt planning, new bike firmware, and now a race to reach 10,000 miles before August 16th.
The grieving isn’t over…
For the past 8 or 9 years, I’ve spent every single weekend from March till late October in the back yard of a retired EPA Scientist who spent his life working to clean up the air we breathe. This was the first person I knew with a home solar array, and he was the kindest soul you’d ever meet. My first “long” motorcycle ride was to his house on a Saturday to swim and socialize with my gay brothers in a safe and inclusive space that he provided for free. In all the years of going to his pool parties, I can count on one hand the number of guests he asked not to come back.
David was diagnosed with a glioblastoma multiforme brain tumor in December 2017. He had surgery and started chemo therapy, and the summer tradition continued for 2018. We had no idea it would be the last, because what wasn’t revealed until Feb 2019 was that the doctors gave him 14 months to live with surgery and treatment. David wanted one last normal summer, so he withheld this from us until he suspended his chemo and began the process of leaving this earth in February 2019.
David was a huge supporter of Electric Vehicles. When we brought the Smart EV over for the first time in 2016, he lit up with excitement. He was honored to let his solar-powered home charge a car that produced zero tailpipe emissions. What was at the time a major pain in the arse, but has become my most fond memory, was that the outlet we charged with was on the same circuit as the microwave. We had to put up warning signs on the microwave, which was never noticed, so I began to unplug the microwave when I plugged in the car (and would reset the time when I plugged it back in). David entered into Hospice care in June 2019.
Energica Woes
I love this bike so much that sometimes I forget it’s a first generation machine. I got a reminder on the summer Solstice, June 21, 2019. I took this day off from work with the intention of doing 300+ miles of riding, the weather was perfect after the weeks of rain that we’d had and I needed some serious road therapy to cope with the inevitable passing of my friend and mentor. Except that wasn’t going to happen.
I had lunch plans with my old VW buddy Jess, we were going to the Morgan Street Food Hall for a leisurely lunch. I geared up and got on the bike, having gotten a little less than 2 miles away from my house when I get an Undefined Fault. I pull over and restart the bike, only to have it happen again in another couple miles. It did this about 6 times before I realized I have a real problem and I won’t be riding today. I cancelled lunch, and rode to the dealer (which, of course, it didn’t fault once on that 10 mile ride).
I used the phone app to pull the diagnostic codes, but the dealer had no mention of “C” codes in their handbook. They were going to need to contact Energica, so I left the bike and had some friends pick me up and take me home. It was a Friday, and the dealer is closed Sunday and Monday. They did the diagnostic log dump and sent it to Energica on Saturday. Monday Energica reviewed the problem and shipped a replacement throttle assembly over night. It arrived just before close of business on Tuesday, and Wednesday afternoon I had my bike back. I was really impressed with the turn around time for this repair, it was miles ahead of their competition (which I have numerous first hand experiences with). I took the next day off from work to do what I’d hoped to do on the 21st: go for a really long ride.
June 27: I left my house around 8am and was charging at the Electrify America station in Rocky Mount by 9. It was warm that day, 85F and climbing, so the bike was charging really slow – 16kW max. Charge times were going to exceed 30min/stop, so I made the best of it. I rode from Rocky Mount to Emproia VA (Electrify America), Henderson (Electrify America), VIR, Durham, then home. I wasn’t sure that I could make it from Emporia to Henderson, so I took a route that had a Level 2 between the two destinations in Warrenton. I got there and plugged my bike in, it showed the charging screen and then I heard the realy click off and the bike went to sleep as if the charge has finished. Weird, I thought, then I saw the station had no power. Even weirder. Did the circuit breaker pop? The other station was in use by a Ford Fusion Energi, so I had no other option but to drop it in eco and ride carefully to Henderson. I get to Henderson and it’s an ICE show - there’s only one open space, and the charger won’t work. I get on the phone with Electrify America and got the worst customer service agent I’ve ever had. It’s 97F, I’ve got a rude agent, the stations are ICE’d and I can’t easily move between them. Finally, we get a charge going, I only had to park between two other cars. I go inside to cool off and decided that’s it, I’m not going to continue on to VIR - I’m just going to go home. I clocked around 220 miles, and was feeling good despite the trouble in Henderson… until I plugged the bike into my ChargePoint home charger.
I had to edit that, because I was cussing up a storm in the very beginning. So, the bike won’t charge on my home charger…is it an issue with the station or the bike? I head over to another Level 2, won’t charge. Hit up a DC fast, and it charges. Back to the dealer it goes…
I’d like to say they had this sorted out in no time flat, but that’s not the case. I have seriously bad luck: The 4th of July was upon us, and, the FIM MotoE Word Cup inaugural race was on July 7. Between the closings for the US holiday and the engineers being preoccupied with preparing for the first ever MotoE race, I had to wait. and wait. and wait. On top of all of this, David passed away on July 3, and my boss announced his retirement at the end of August. When it rains, it pours, and I don’t always roll well with the punches.
Fast forward to July 25th, the 18th Annual Kirby Derby was in two days and they wanted an EV showcase for this years race. I was going to have an electric motorcycle there some way, some how. I messaged the CEO of Energica USA and told him: I know y'all are working hard on a fix to my bike’s AC charging issue. However, I have an EV showcase this weekend at a large city event. I need you guys to either authorize TPS to return my bike to me for the weekend (since it seems evident no repair attempt will happen before next week), or I need an inventory bike to take. TPS says they won’t give it back because Energica may need more diagnostic data. I haven’t ridden since June 27th, please work with me on this. I need my bike for my advocacy and mental health (the later part is not a joke).
I received a quick response - the CEO wanted to talk to the service manager and would get back to me by the end of the day. A few hours later, my friend who works at the dealer texted me and said my bike was being buttoned up and I could get it this afternoon. Score! Even if it won’t AC charge, I can still DC charge it and ride it. I beelined to the dealer after work to pick it up, and was met by their service manager at the door. He told me that when I bring it back, they’re going to crate it and ship it to Italy for the engineers to comb over it. “So don’t bring it back until you’re ready to be without it for a while.” That sucks, but ok, at least my therapy is back. I was not prepared for what happened next.
I have a Nissan Level 1 charger that’s mounted to a post by the street for my Airbnb guests. I decided to document the AC charging failure, so I pulled up to the Level 1 and plugged it in. It started charging. What? I get on the phone with the dealer, and they’re totally confused. They put my old charge controller back in - because the replacement that was sent to them didn’t resolve the issue - so the bike is 100% as it was the day I dropped it off. Personally, I think this issue and the throttle issue are related to the high humidity that my region suffers from. Condensation will develop in places you won’t expect, causing small amounts of corrosion that will cause all kinds of havoc. My bike lives its entire life outside, it is never sheltered. I’m an extreme use case that the engineers probably didn’t account for - chalk it up to being an early adopter. But hey, it works and it’s continued to work.
Hyundai Road Trips
I’ve posted about Cat Rescue using my Hyundai, but I’ve done a lot of other trips with it. I drove out to Salisbury to check on the Greenlots charger out there, we went to Portsmouth VA for a graduation, and several trips to Greensboro and Angier. I’ve got nearly 6700 miles on a car I’ve owned a hair over 86 days as of this writing. I needed something to do while my bike was being repaired, right?
Iron Butt Planning
I have been planning to do an Iron Butt since a fellow NC Energica owner read my IKEA trip blog post. Apparently he had been mulling this over for a while, but was lacking data on how the bike handled successive charges. I provided the missing data, and we began to discuss what a route would look like. I’m not ready to spill the beans on my plan, but, I’m going on record as saying I’m working on it. I have also decided to dedicate this attempt in memory of David, because he was really supportive of the idea when I told him about it in March. I will not be the first to do this, Brandon Miller has already gotten a route approved by the Iron Butt Association and will be attempting the world’s first stock electric motorcycle Iron Butt in California. I messaged Brandon and wished him luck, and that I wanted to break his record. Friendly competition is a great thing! Currently, Terry Hershner is the only electric motorcyclists to hold an Iron Butt title. He accomplished this in 2014 with a heavily modified Zero SR, Brandon and I will be doing it with an off-the-showroom bike. That’s how far EVs have advanced in such a short time, and it’s a mix of the technology of the machine and the charging infrastructure building out that has made this possible.
New Bike Firmware
On Friday August 9, I took my bike up to Team PowerSports to get the firmware updated. The new update changes the charging taper, something I’ve documented on my YouTube channel. Curious to see how it did, I immediately ran over to the Electrify America site by the dealer and plugged in after the update. It was 95F according to the temperature display on the bike, I expected the bike to draw at most 16kW with the air being this warm. Boy, was I in for a surprise!
The new firmware let the bike charge at 20kW with 53% SOC, something I’ve never seen before. It also maintained 14kW up until 98%. The new firmware changes the charging screen layout, and, it starts balancing around 83% instead of at 93%. In further testing, a full charge from 3% to 100% took 39 minutes and 1 second. This is a significant improvement, I’ve charged my bike to full on DC Fast before and it’s taken 45-49 minutes. This is the second firmware update that’s reduced the charging time of this bike, making it even more capable of touring.
10,000 miles in one year
I vowed to put 10,000 miles on this bike in the first year. I wanted to do it to show how far the technology has come, but also how robust the Energica is. I bought this bike on August 16, 2018 - as of this post, I have three days to add 582 miles to my bike. Seems impossible, right? It isn’t. I did 250 miles yesterday, spread out over a few rides in the early morning and early evening. The day before I did 398.1 miles in 12 hours, I have a video coming out about that this week. I wanted to see how I physically and emotionally fared being on the bike for a solid 12 hours (I was going for 16 but cut it short due to the extreme heat). I rode up to Richmond and then down to Smithfield NC, using I-95 for most of the trip. I learned a lot this weekend that will help me achieve my Iron Butt in the fall. But first, I need to achieve my 10,000 mile goal.
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Light and Whumper pt 4 - Whumper
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Whumper’s life was an interesting one. He lived with his father because his parents divorced when he was only 3 and his mother didn't have the financial background to take care of him. On the other hand, his father was rich. He was working for the organization that captured Light. He was in charge of the whole section where they experimented and tested Light powers. Since he was the head of the most significant sections, he was very trusted and was one of the highest-paid scientists in the whole organization. The fact that he was such an influential person, his son Whumper could easily get into the organization and continue the family legacy. After his father's sudden death caused by poisoning, he could finally step in place of his parent. At last, he got passed down another family legacy, a 500-year-old private building, that was in the family's possession for centuries. I had moldy torture chambers, dump cells, dark corridors, and a private wing for the head of the family.
Whumper was sitting in the living room of his private wing. He was staring out the huge painted glass window looking at the stars. It was 1 am. He couldn't sleep. He was drinking coffee from a different mug. It was black and had golden details. on the side. It was quite expensive. The mug was the last thing his mother left him. He hated that mug so badly. He stood up and went to the balcony door. His steps. echoed in the huge hall as he was walking on the deep slate tiles. He pushed the handle and opened the 2 wings of the enormous doors. He stepped outside to the balcony. The building was built next to a huge mountain. It served as a secure place for multiple wars. The fortress-like monument was almost one with the mountain. As he slowly walked to the railing with his coffee, he thought about the time his father told him a memory of when His father was a little child and he and Whumper's grandfather were standing there. On the balcony. On the same place. He brushed into his fluffy, rusty ginger hair. A lot of people told him he looked like his grandfather. He didn't know if he should believe them or not, but he knew 1 thing. The fact that he will take revenge for his grandparents. His eyes opened and he gazed at the starry night. He sipped a cup of coffee and started shivering. It was cold and windy, but he didn't bother going in. It felt good. It felt good to own the place. He smiled a little and looked down from the railing. Under the balcony was great depth. If you fall, you fall to your death. He thought a lot about jumping before. But he never actually committed to it. He wanted to finish this. He wanted to finish this dirty business with Light before he dies. This was his goal. for ages. And now he will finally be able to achieve it. He sipped some more coffee, walked back to the living room, and closed the door behind him. His wing was quite interesting, to say the least. The kitchen and living room were in one big open space. The modern furniture mixed well with the old style of the fortress. The minimalist kitchen was spotless. He always made sure to clean and pack away everything. He didn't like living in a mess. The living room part of the hall. The couch was an old design, about 200 years old. Even though it was renovated, it still carried some signs of its old life. Wonder how much this couch has seen. This couch was a gift from the organization's CEO to Whumper for his outstanding work. Originally this couch was in the mansion of a rich, upper-class citizen of the light kingdom. He has been experimented on and killed by a deadly poison by accident. Money can't save you.....right? He picked up some snack bowls from the coffee table which exactly matched the couch and proceeded to go to the sink and clean them. After he finished packing and put everything back in place, he noticed a weird noise. He soon realized, that his girlfriend was video-calling him. Videocalls were like telepathy for humans. They had paper-thin screens where the video of the other person would show.
-hey love -he began -what makes u call me this early?
-oh hello Honey!! -the girl had wavy strawberry blonde hair and victorian blue eyes and freckles. She was in a dimly lit room standing in front of a closet. -I am getting ready for a mission you know.
-in the middle of the night? -Whunper questioned
-yes...yes indeed - she suddenly took off her baggy white pajama shirt revealing a lace bra under it. She was almost naked. Whumper smirked. -stop it -she bossed
-or else? -Whumper joked around.
-or else no more kisses for you -she giggled. Whumper’s eyes widened and his expression turned fearful.
-w..what? No please not the kisses! I'm so sorry love. -he trembled
-it's okay! Stop worrying! -she gasped as she put the midnight black top on.
-where are you going? -he asked
-my boss told me I have to do this mission urgently. -she replied as she put on her gloves and a mask. She tied her hair up in a messy bun and proceeded to put a black hood on. -I must go now since I'm in a hurry, I love you, sweetheart. -she sang
-I love you more. Just be safe. Promise? -he added
-promise -she declared and hung up.
Whumper never really loved anybody. He didn't have any attachment to his father, mother, or any other family member or human being. But when he was out in the city and saw this girl with strawberry blonde hair it all changed. He did some digging and found out her real name and age and the fact, that she works as an agent. "Agent Skyknight".
Agent Skyknight or Milkshake as Whumler would say worked for the special forces army, until one day she got an offer from the special forces agent team to become a highly trained professional agent. She took the opportunity and became one of the top 5 best agents. You might think of a fearless, badass agent girl who has no soft spots. And that is where you're wrong. All the killing, spying on innocent people, assassinating them watching people get murdered in front of her eyes causes a lot of trauma. That's where Whumper comes into the frame. Her safe place is Whumper. He helps her to relax and feel love. He comforts her about work and the world. He treats her like a queen and a partner in crime. Whumper knows what Milkshake needs and Milkshake knows what Whumper needs. The perfect couple. Whumper made another cup of coffee and put some whipped cream and marshmallows on top and sat down on the comfortable couch. He couldn't wait to be with Milkshake. The moonlight dimly lit the room and the lightwaves reflected on the perfectly polished surfaces up to the beautiful gigantic crystal chandelier. He leaned back and started planning his day with Light......
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Billy Loomis x Plus size!reader x Stu Macher x Plus!size reader
Word Count: 1871 words
Warnings: Usual horror warning stuff.
Summary: The reader starting a friendship with Casey Becker for a bit in order to start off the whole murder thing
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You never really wanted to be her friend.
There was nothing wrong with Casey Becker, of course, but you didn’t care too much for anyone in Woodsboro. Aside from Billy and Stu, you sort of saw the rest of them as a sort of inconvenience, but that didn’t mean you weren’t a team player.
The plan you and your boys were taking on was nearly a year in the making, and whatever it was you had to do to make it go off without a hitch, you would do. Even if that meant playing nice with someone you couldn’t have found more dull.
Which was exactly why you were here in the first place.
You each had a role to play in this whole thing. Billy had a handle on Sydney, Stu managed most of the business with Tatum, and you were in charge of figuring out everything with Casey Becker.
To start off a murder spree like you had planned, you couldn’t just jump right into it with the main focus of your anger, or so Billy had informed you. This all had to go according to his plan and to lead up to the main event, and Casey was the perfect ice breaker.
Stu hated her, Billy hated everyone, and it didn’t hurt that Steve Oris had been added in there at some point, who made you increasingly uncomfortable.
It just worked out that way, but you had to find a way to get in and get information, which they guys just couldn’t get. Billy approaching her out of nowhere would be too suspicious, and she and Stu didn’t get along.
That was why it had to be you.
After Marleen Prescott’s death, you had plenty of time to get on her good side without putting yourself in a place where you would ever be a suspect. If nothing else, after the deed was done, you could play the heartbroken best friend.
No one would ever put the pieces together, but you got all you needed. Casey trusted you, she cared about you, and that meant you knew everything that was going on in her life. That included, among quite a bit of other crap, when her parents would be home, when they wouldn’t, and what she would be doing with Steve.
She never had a prayer, not after you started that conversation with her at school.
...And after all this time, tonight was the night.
You made your way to the house, as you had pretty often at this point in your friendship without anything out of the ordinary. Anyone looking in would have just seen two best friends, ready to hang out and have a good time, though the truth was far more sinister.
Somewhere, headed this way was Steve Oris undoubtedly going to meet up with Stu and Billy before getting anywhere near his girlfriend tonight.
Not that you were going to get off easy just because time was ticking down for them. You still had to finish this whole thing out strong, even if there was a little bit of wiggle room.
No matter what happened, Casey wasn’t getting out of her alive, but just because you could loosen up a little didn’t mean you could be reckless. You still had plenty of time to kill, and the night was far from over.
After all, you had just knocked on her front door.
“Open the door” you called, knocking a few times on her front door. You were friends, best friends in her eyes, but you had become so in the perfect way.
No one would even know you were here, with the only person familiar with you being Casey, who wouldn’t live to incriminate you.
“I thought I told you that Steve and I were hanging out tonight, I’m just waiting for him to get here” she hummed, opening the door with an almost apologetic look on her face. She had told you, of course, but you didn’t care.
You knew something that she didn’t.
“I’ll just keep you company till he shows up, besides, I brought ice cream” you tried, presenting the bag to her as proof that you had really just come to hang out with her. It was her all time favorite flavor, cookies and cream, which you knew she couldn’t turn down.
So, she let you in.
You followed her into the house, closing the door behind you, though you decided to leave it unlocked. It was a casual action, one that the blonde didn’t even notice as she made her way into the kitchen, intent on putting on some popcorn.
She still had a movie night planned with Steve, after all.
You were casual as you moved through the foyer of the house, just barely catching a glimpse of Billy in one of the far windows. Clearly, Steve would be a little preoccupied, or at least, far too busy for popcorn, .
“I guess I should just put the ice cream in the freezer” you decided, talking more to yourself than anything as you passed behind her, opening the door casually. You had been here enough times before to know what you were doing.
In fact, you were almost sure that not even Casey knew this house as well as you did. You had been doing extensive research over it, all these months, keeping track of what was where and who would be in the house on certain nights of the week.
You were good at this, lying and all that.
So good that you didn’t even flinch when you heard the phone start ringing on the hook, which Casey was quick to retrieve all the way in the living room. All you could do was stand still for a moment, doing your best to listen in to figure out who was on the other line.
She spoke for a few moments before hanging up, and when it rang a second time, you knew for sure who it was.
It was happening.
There was a noticeable change in the space after she picked the phone up a second time, with the air growing more and more still with each breath she took. Clearly, something was wrong and while you briefly considered to act concerned, you abandoned that quickly.
Keeping up appearances wouldn’t matter now.
“Boo”
The blonde jumped, understandably given the circumstances, when you spoke behind her. Between the things Billy was muttering through the phone and the fact that Steve still wasn’t here, she was stressing herself out.
“Who’s on the phone?” you mouthed, holding your hand up to your face like a mock phone. Something had changed in your demeanor since how you were before and this moment but she didn’t even have time to process it.
Too much was happening at once.
When she didn’t answer, you couldn’t help but sigh, plopping down against the armchair in her living room. After all this time, this was what you were doing this for? You just had to sit back and watch her pace around.
It was hardly the excitement Billy had promised you.
Gingerly, you leaned back to stretch the muscles in your back, your arms over your head for a moment. Glancing behind you, there was just enough of the patio visible to you for you to catch a bit of something there in the darkness but you couldn’t make it out.
Not that you had to be a rocket scientist to figure it out.
By the time Casey caught on though, there was screaming and begging and freaking out going on which made it a little difficult to relax.
“We have to get out of here” she decided, under her breath, the sicko on the phone still occupying most of her attention. The blonde was in a full panic, and had yet to connect the dots, fairly assuming you had no part in this.
Though, as soon as she said it, Casey noticed that you didn’t seem even a bit concerned by what was happening.
Something was wrong with you.
All at once, she went through several possibilities. She thought that maybe you were in shock, still a little lost over what was going down over the phone, or that maybe you just weren’t the kind to panic.
...but the truth was obvious.
You clearly weren’t surprised by this.
Then, before she could really come to any real conclusion, you grinned, standing from your place and walking across the room. You didn’t stop until you reached the patio doors, allowing yourself to gaze out into the darkness for a moment before flicking on the light.
Billy was still spouting horrors into her ear, but the girl could only focus on you, trying to figure out what was happening. Though, she didn’t get very far before even more panic set in. Evidently, he’d asked her his first question, and she’d gotten it wrong.
Of course she had.
All in all, it was a trick. Stu had come up with it, knowing that only real horror buffs like the three of you could really answer it. The added panic only served to guarantee that she’d get it wrong, not that any of that even mattered.
Once she spoke his name, “Jason”, you flicked the light off again, waiting for the auditory cue from Billy to turn it back on. Of course, when you did, Steve’s insides were splayed all over the pavement, dripping out of him like wax onto a birthday cake.
“You lost, you know the rules” you shrugged, turning around carelessly toward the kitchen.
“You smell burning?” you asked, briefly taking note of the fire that had started on the stovetop, long forgotten between Casey answering the phone, and Steve’s untimely death. At this point, she was a blubbering mess, which couldn’t have been more boring.
Surely your job here was done.
“Hey Cas? I think the front door is unlocked, you should probably go check that” you teased, taking the phone from the girl, and sitting back down in the chair you’d previously been in, as she scrambled in that direction.
It wouldn’t have mattered how quickly she went, as Stu was surely already in the house, but that didn’t phase you either. In truth, the actual killing was of no interest to you at all.
That was really where the boys came in.
You just liked the sport of it all.
“How’d I do?” you asked, casually placing the phone between your ear and your shoulder as you made your way out the broken patio door, which had gotten shattered shortly after Steve took his final breath.
You were careful to avoid the glass, making quick strides of it as you listened to Billy breathing into the phone. He didn’t answer you, of course, with Casey having gotten outside at some point, making him her problem but you didn’t mind.
You just kept walking until you found a nice little tree swing on the other side of the yard to sit in while you waited. They would be done soon enough anyway, and then you could go home and get a shower or something.
Maybe you’d even give Sidney a call for an alibi.
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Can you do yandere bully damian wayne with fem reader how is a 🐺🔥🥋 🛡 🏹 🏠 she is like demon Hunter in Gotham and sometimes batman call for her help with joker/villains and goes to Gotham academy
They Heated each other guts and she tolerated him for her best friend Jonathan Kent
Damian was dating raven how was using him as cashcow
one day in park damian get drugged and kidnapped and reader saw all the and follow there car to save him after killing his kidnappers and heal him she comfront him and tell him everything is going to be alright and give him her jacket (which he will keep it for eternity) she dropped him to his house after buying him something to eat when damian get to his father house he sees the no-one care of what happened to him they saw the he got kidnapped and they didn't care at all but reader did and the how the obsession began
*STATIC*: An Obsessive Love Born From Loathing Hate? A Golddigger, as well? Quite an interesting request we have here, Broken.
Broken Truth: That we do, so let's see what words weave together from this.
Quick Note: The name of the reader shall be Kacela - The name means 'Huntress' and is of African Origin. Just like Damien, she is a rich kid but not because her parents are rich - her human parents abandoned her and she started her own business; it's well-known but not on the same level as Wayne Enterprises.
Broken: SORRY IT'S LATE! I'VE BEEN BUSY!
- THE RUNED HUNTRESS -
[On Top Of Gotham's Rooftops - Across from a besieged Research Facility]
[The Joker was at it again but this time he wasn't working alone - he enlisted the aid of Clayface, Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, Killer Croc, Riddler, and Penguin to take hold of a Research Lab that contained something each member of the crime group wanted; how Joker knew this and managed to use to persuade the villains into working with him is something The Dark Knight couldn't quite figure out. What he did know was that he was going to need some help.]
[At the moment, Damien (Robin)., Dick (Nightwing), and Barbara (Batgirl) were the ones of the Bat-Family that were with him at the moment but the 4 of them weren't going to be enough and - as much as he hated it - he needed aid from a power beyond what his gadgets and training could do.]
Damien (Walks over to Batman, who is standing on the edge looking at the facility): Father, why are we still waiting while those criminals are making a mess of the place?
Bruce: Because we're waiting for someone.
Damien: Who? We have enough people, we can take them.
Bruce: Don't be foolish, Damien. It's the four of us up against seven of Gotham's Worst, plus they have hostages and have access to unknown tech or substances that could put us at a disadvantage. The person I called has abilities unlike our own and can help us a great deal.
[Damien opened his mouth to protest when a smell hit his nose - it smelled like something was burning.]
Dick (Sniff-Sniff): Does anyone else smell something burning.
Barbara: It smells like brimstone.
Bruce: She's here.
[Nightwing opened his mouth to question who 'she' was when a burst of red light from a ball of fire came shooting upward from the edge of the building before falling and landing in the clear space. The ground was scorched from the fire impact and cinders flowed around the air and lined along with the black marks up everyone looked at the person - or creature - that caused it.]
[The creature was large and muscular the body of a wild canine - a wolf - but it stood on 2 legs; except, wolves didn't have 2 horns on their foreheads. The forearms of the beast were scarred with runes that were glowing red against the black fur. The creature began to stand on 2 legs - its height towered over Bruce - and opened its eyes to reveal eyes made from hellfire. The humanoid wolf opened its jaws - letting the hot smoke out - as it began to speak to the Head of the Bat-Family.]
Wolf Creature: Dark One (What she calls Bruce), I'm answering your persistent summons. Why have you decided to bother me this time?
Barbara: Summons? (Looks at Bruce) Bruce, what is that thing?
Wolf Creature (Glares at Barbara): I am not a 'Thing', I am a Wolf Demon while you are the daughter of a cop - playing dress up just to spite him and stick your pointed head where it doesn't belong.
Barbara (Points at the Wolf Creature): Hey, don't call me a...
Bruce (Raises his hand): That's enough. (Looks at the Wolf Creature) Runed Huntress, I know you told me that you're not interested in helping me but this is important. Those criminals have many innocent people captured and are trying to access some very dangerous information and products. Our gadgets can only get us so far but your power is limitless. We need your help.
Runed Huntress (Snorts - making smoke shoot out her nose and blow in Bruce's face): Very well, I shall aid you once again but - as I said before - do not make a habit out of this; you are this city's protector, not me.
Bruce (Nods): Noted. (Turns back to the building) Now, let's get a move on.
[The Bat-Family & The Runed Huntress leaped across the building rooftops until they reached the last roof that sat at the edge of the street that separated the distance of the buildings and the facility. The Bat-Family watches as the large humanoid wolf clapped her hands together and slowly brought them apart - bring a bow that looked as if it was forged from hellfire itself. The Runed Huntress took the bow in hand and did the motion of drawing back an arrow - Damian's eyes widen as an arrow materialized in her clawed hand before she releases it. It goes soar across the street and crashes into the glass dome but doesn't shatter it - it melts it away and forms a large hole, big enough for the rescue party to get inside.]
[The villains looked upon the hole of melted glass as the Bat-Family glided in and stood before the corrupted 7. The Ringleader - The Madman known as Joker - began to chuckle and clap his hands.]
Joker (Clapping): Bats! I knew you would be here! A little late to the party, don't you think?!
Bruce (Glares at Joker): I don't have time to deal with your demented mind, Joker. Release the hostages and turns yourselves in or we can do this the hard way.
Joker (Pouts and shakes his head): Oh, Batsy... Always the party pooper; no cake for you. But in case you have noticed, I outnumber you so...I don't think you can win.
[Just then - the monstrous roaring howl of the Runed Huntress echoed in the hall as she leaped through the giant hole and landed on all fours between Joker and Bruce. She glared at the villains as her jaws opened as lava leaked from the cracks of her fangs, making 2 pools on the tile floor that began to rise and form into 2 clones of herself.]
Runed Huntress (Rising to her feet as the lava clones did the same): Now...it's an even playing field.
[When Killer Croc let loose a hiss, Runed Huntress barked back at him and the two of them charged at each other - fighting as beasts knew how to. Bruce dealt with Joker, Barbara took on Harley Quinn, Dick took care of Riddler, Damian attacked Penguin, while the other two clones took on Clayface and Poison Ivy.]
[The fight ended with the villains in cuffs and loaded into Transportation Trucks, Barbara found the scientists locked in the safe - all accounted for and unharmed, but mentally scarred - Bruce was talking to Gordon while his family looked on. Damian looked off to the side and watched the large wolf walking away and ran after her as she turned into an alleyway.]
Damian: Hey, where are you going?
Runed Huntress (Looks over her large shoulder at the Wayne Family Heir): What do you want, boy? I have aided your leader, that doesn't mean I need to stay around for his talks with the Commissioner.
Damian: Just what the hell is your problem?
Runed Huntress: My 'problems' are none of your concern, Rich Boy.
[Damian opened his mouth to speak but the large beast was engulfed by a flammed vortex that erupted from the ground around her feet and covered her until it exploded into cinders - leaving Damian alone in the alley, looking at the charred circle in the ground.]
- RAVENS LIKE THINGS THAT SPARKLE -
[The Next Day: Gotham High School - Courtyard]
"I gotta go to the library to do some last-minute reading before class starts but before I forget, can I get some cash, Bae?" The Indigo-Eyed Girl asked as she looked upon the Wayne Heir.
"More? I gave you $700 just last week." Damien said as she looked at his girlfriend.
"I know but there's a sell on some rare spell tomes and I didn't want to risk someone else getting their hands on them. o, can you give me some cash?" Raven asked with a tilt of her head like a cat; making the heir exhale.
"Okay, I send another $800." Damien exhaled, earning a kiss on his cheek from the girl how had his heart before she turned and began to walk away.
"Hey, Damien!" Damien turned to see his friend Jonathan Kent walking up to him, but he wasn't alone.
Beside Jonathan was a dark-skinned female around the same height as him with golden eyes in a constant glare, She had short black hair in an undercut - only on her right side. She was wearing the Gotham High School uniform but the man one - she wasn't in comfortable skirts and she had the money to allow this. On her wrists there 2 golden bracelets - long ones that start at her wrists and end further up her forearms - that had some kind of writing on them that Damien didn't care to translate. Why didn't he care? Because he didn't like her.
"Hey." Damien said as he looked in the direction of his friend and...tolerant.
"You good, Bro? You seemed stressed out." Jonathan said with concern in his blue eyes.
"Yeah, I'm fine - Father was telling us that there is some large event tonight and he wants all of us there; no questions asked." Damien said.
"Large event? What's that?" Jonathan asked.
"He talking about Gotham's Angel Award - it's when all of Gotham's CEOs and Walking Wallets gather in one room to see who's been recognized as the most giving and kind." Kacela said as she looked at Jonathan with her arms folded.
"Funny the stray (That's what Damien calls her began she doesn't have parents, relatives, or even a surname.) knows what it is, even though you would never step foot in that place, much less get to hold an invitation." Damien said with a smirk on his face. Imagine his shock as Kacela pulls an invitation to that event from her pocket.
"You were saying, Bird Brain?" Kacela asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. Damien began to get mad and Kacela glared at him when Jonathan stepped between them.
"Whoa. Whoa. No need to fight! Just relax, guys." Jonathan said as he looked between her friends. Kacela exhaled and stepped back.
"Fine. I won't fight because Jonathan asked me to." Kacela said as she glared at Damien.
"Same here, Stray." Damien glared at her too before turning back to his phone.
"Whatcha doing, Damian?" Jonathan asked.
"Sending some cash to Raven's card." He said.
"More? Didn't you send her a lot just a few days ago?" Jonathan asked.
"Yes, but there was a book sale and she didn't want to miss out on the rare tomes that were for auction." Damian explained.
"Is that the song she sang to you? For someone so brilliant...you can't even see when you are being played." Kacela said as she placed her hands in her pockets and began to walk away.
"What's that supposed to mean, Stray?"Damian glared at her.
"Just remember - Ravens are fond of things that gleam and shine but they are also creatures that sing songs of deception." Kacela said before she entered the building, leaving Damian and Jonathan standing there.
- THE RAVEN'S DECEPTION & TRAPPED IN THE LION'S DEN -
[After Highschool]
Damian wished his friend a good evening before getting on his motorcycle and driving out of the school's parking lot. He knew that the normal route he would take was going to be caked in traffic for the event tonight and decided to head the long way. He was coming up on the red light at the intersection of 4 famous restaurants/cafes sat at the 4 Corners. He was the first vehicle in line when a familiar voice was heard from the right - he looked and the eyes under his helmet widened when they landed on his girlfriend sitting at an outdoor table with shapeshifter of the Titans - Beast Boy a.k.a Garfield. They were sitting at the table, holding hands and smiling at each other - as if they were in love.
"So, what do you want to do this weekend?" Raven asked.
"I wanna go to the new exotic animal show but tickets to that places are stupidly expensive." Garfield said.
"Don't worry, babe; I got the money from that walking piggy bank, Damian." Raven said.
"You got more? I thought he gave you some a few days ago." He said.
"Yeah, I just told him I spent the money on tomes and he gave me $700 more. All I have to do is pout and he'll give me whatever I want." Raven smirked at the notion and Garfield laughed.
Damian felt so bad about what he just heard - when the car behind him hooked their horn to let him know the light was green, he floored it and began driving down the main streets before the tears in his eyes began to blind him and he stopped on the edge of the park, took his helmet off and hid his face in hands - sobbing; showing the weakness of the Al Ghul.
His heart was broken - the one he loved was using him for a wallet for the shapeshifter and he was too blind to see it. The words Kacela said before she left that day - she was warning him that Raven was disloyal to him. The one he hated was the one who warned him.
He was so caught up in his crying that he didn't see the hooded figure sneaking up behind him and smacking him off the bike with a metal pipe in the back of his head. His world got dark when he heard the words.
"We got Wayne's Brat - we're in for a huge payday, boys." the fading voice chuckled until Damian faded into nothingness of mind.
[Around 2 Hours Later]
"Wake up, pretty boy!" someone commanded as he slapped the Wayne Heir wake - he was tied to a chair in the center of an unknown warehouse with 6 Thugs surrounding him - all of them with weapons in their hands.
"What? What the hell do you want from me?" Damian demanded as he glared at the man who slapped him - only for the same man to punch him in the face; Damian could taste the blood on his tongue before he felt it flowing out of his mouth as he tried to shake the daze from his head.
"We don't want shit from you, brat; we want a payday from Wayne and I know he'll pay huge racks to get his little boy back." The leader said.
"Boss, we've been calling Wayne but he ain't answering." A good said.
"Then keep calling! The sooner we finish this, the better." The boss order. Damian hung his head down - he was done for: his father wasn't answering the phone, his love breaks his heart...just what was he to do
The answer came as the window of the warehouse came crashing inward and a familiar Lycan-Shaped Figure came crashing into the room and landed on the ground on all fours before rising to its hind legs with a very pissed off glare in its eyes - the runes on its body shining in the light.
"What the hell is that?!" One of the Goons said as he tried to get his gun - only to have his head bitten off by the creature's jaws, letting his body hit the floor.
"Kill that thing! Fucking kill it!" The Boss said as he made Damian get to his feet and used his as a human by holding his arm around his neck and hold his gun at the creature that jumped around, slaughtering his men before turning to face him.
"Don't come any closer or I'll blow his brains out!" The boss said as he held the gun against Damian's head.
The Runed Huntress looked at a long metal nail that was sitting between her feet and reached down to gather it in her large clawed hand. Damian and the boss watched as the large wolfish creature twirled the nail between her fingers before flicking it on its head and sent it flying like a bullet - hitting the boss in the center of his head, making them lose his grip on Damian and slump to the ground. The Huntress ran over to Damian before he could fall and gathered him tenderly in her large arm before using the other one to cut his ropes - even free, the boy didn't move, he was too...cold.
"Damian, are you okay? Did they hurt you?" The Runed Huntress asked him as she looked at him with concerned eyes. Damian opened his mouth to speak but he noticed the bracelets on the creature's wrists - he saw them before, he saw them every day during school.
"K...Kacela?" Damian questioned as he looked into the creature's eyes again - there was a sparkle, a smile, then a small vortex of fire that revealed the human face of the one he hated at school.
"I always told you that you were brilliant, just weren't wary of the right people."Kacela said as she took off her jacket from her shoulders and placed it over Damian's, "Wear this, you're freezing." She said.
"You... You saved me? I thought you hated me - after everything I said and did to you." Damian said as he looked into her eyes.
"I never said I hated you, Damian; I said I hated the way you acted. As for saving you, I may have a beast's soul and form but I'm not a heartless monster to just let someone get hurt; not even someone who tries to me." Kacela explained before she turned back into the Runed Huntress, gathered Damian in her arms, and rose to her feet, "Now, let's get you home; you are too cold, you might be sick." she said as she turned on her heel and leaped back through the window she came through with the Wayne Family Heir in her arms.
- THE ONE YOU HATE IS THE ONE WHO CARES THE MOST -
[Wayne Manor]
The Runed Huntress landed in front of the door to Wayne Manor, using one of her hands to knock heavily on the door - it was soon opened by the Wayne Family Butler - Alfred Pennyworth.
"Hello, Madam Huntress, is there something I can help you with?" He then noticed Damian in her arms, "Is that Master Damian? Did something happen?" He asked.
"He was attacked and held for ransom but Bruce never answered the phone and he was harmed." Runed Huntress said.
"That's understandable - Master Bruce and the others are currently getting ready for the event and have asked not to be disturbed." Alfred said, making Kacela's eyes widen in anger.
"What?" She growled out. She pushed past the butler and followed Bruce's scent up the stairs to a meeting room - she barged in and - sure enough to what Alfred said - Bruce, Dick, and Barbara were all there, dressed in elegant attire; they all looked at the large wolf who barged into the room.
"Huntress? Is there something you need?" Bruce said.
"Are you serious, Bruce? Your son is in my arms, beaten & possibly sick, are you're asking me if I need something? Why didn't you answer the calls from Damian's phone?" Kacela asked.
"As Alfred told you, we're busy getting ready for the event." Bruce said.
"He's your son, Bruce Wanye - he was attacked, held for ransom, and beaten up and all you care about is this event? He could be sick, he's as cold as a block of ice." Huntress growled.
"Well, you got to him and saved him before he was hurt too bad, but since he can't come to the event, take him to bed and we will deal with him in the morning." Bruce said as he began walking do the door, past the wolf and his sick son, with his other 2. Kacela growled at him before looking at Damian.
"Where's your room?" She asked, her eyes widened when his hand grabbed her fur and held her close.
"Please... Please, don't leave me here." Damian pleaded - begged - as he tried to hold more tears while shivering.
"There's no way in hell I'm leaving you here. I need to get you some warm clothes." She explained.
Damian told her where his room was and she when there - placing him on the bed for a moment as she gathered pajamas and a new school uniform into the bag before closing it, picking Damian back up, opened the window, and the two of them disappeared into the night.
[Kacela's Loft]
*BEEP - BEEP - BEEP*
"Yeah, just as I thought - you're sick." Kacela said as she pulled the thermometer from the boy's lips and looked at the numbers. Kacela placed it on a napkin on the nightstand that was beside the bed Damian was laying in and the chair she was sitting in. "It seems to be a simple head cold - some medicine and rest should get you and running again, not to mention a good night's rest." Kacela explained.
"How come...you didn't go to the Gotham's Angels Award?" Damian asked as he looked at her with a warm feeling on his face - it must have been the cold.
"That place is full of people who just wanna get seen, not for doing right." Kacela explained before she reached on the nightstand to her phone, "You have to eat something before taking your meds and I don't feel like cooking tonight, so I'll order something. What are you in the mood for - Pizza or Burgers?" Kacela asked.
"What? You're letting me choose?" Damian asked.
"Sure, I don't usually have guests, so why the hell not?" Kacela gave a smile...and the warm feeling returned but it was stronger this time.
When the pizza arrived, Kacela helped Damian sit up, and the two of them ate while having conversations - turned out they had a lot of things in common, from their love of books to their outside activities. Damian asked Kacela a few questions about her knowing Raven was cheating on him and why she didn't tell him directly - she explained that it wasn't her place to speak on another person's relationship, plus he made it very clear that he had a dislike for her so what reason would he have to believe her? Damian apologized for his words but Kacela said she heard worse and wasn't bothered. Just before bedtime, Kacela gave him cold and sleeping medicine so he would be alright in the morning; she stayed with him until he fell into slumber before she went to sleep herself.
When the morning sun rose - Damian woke to the smell of pancakes. Kacela made them breakfast and even made sure Damian's phone was placed on the changer. Damian got dressed in a fresh outfit and went to eat with Kacela; who informed him that she got his bike and helmet from the park after he went to sleep; he thanked her, finished his breakfast, and left out the door...with her jacket.
- NOT SO BLIND ANYMORE -
"What do you mean we're over?!" Raven yelled as she stood before Damian.
"Just as I said - I'm done with you, Raven. You're nothing but a gold-digger and a liar, and you only see me as a mess to keep that green boyfriend of yours happy. I'm not giving you anything else but a hard time if you ever show your face again." Damian glared at her, causing her to huff and march away to the school building.
"Whoa, Damian." Jonathan said as he walked over, "You really broke up with her?" He asked.
"I don't have time for gold-diggers and liars." He looked around, "Where's Kacela?" he asked.
"She called and said... Wait, did you just call her by her name? I thought she was a stray?" He said but swallowed when Damian glared at her.
"Never. Call. Her. That." Damian growled.
"Okay. Okay, man - sorry." He said.
"Now, what did she tell you?" Damian asked.
"She said she couldn't come today - there are some major investors that are interested in her company and want to make a partnership, so she won't be in today." Jonathan said.
"Really? Then, I'll speak to her later." Damian said.
"Talk about what? Wait, isn't that her jacket?" He asked.
"Yes." He said, 'But it's more than just that. It's the start of what Kacela and I shall be...together.'
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statistically significant | 4 | bakugou/reader
length: 23,490 words | 7 chapters
summary: You’re the scientist who developed a neural net to model the value of assists. Now that your work is feeding into the hero rankings, pro hero Ground Zero has a bone to pick with your results.
tags: romance, enemies to lovers, sexual tension, reader-insert
warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut, m/f threats of violence, problematic behavior
For someone so loud and obnoxious, Bakugou was proving incredibly difficult to track down.
You spent the next few days hunting all over Miruko’s agency for him, an apology sitting uncomfortably in the back of your mouth, but no matter where you went, the hero was nowhere to be found. You prowled inexhaustibly through the fluorescent halls of the underground floors, and poked around curiously amongst the messy piles of paperwork on the business floor. You’d even switched up your schedule in case he was specifically timing his entrances and exits around you, and had taken to lingering suspiciously around the training rooms like some kind of leery pervert, eyeing every blonde head of hair with a little too much interest.
The more you thought about it, though, the more you realized Bakugou wasn’t exactly the type to hide and avoid confrontation, so eventually you moved on to interrogating Mina and Kaminari on Bakugou’s whereabouts. Both of them claimed not to know anything, and no one else seemed to have anything more helpful to say either, nothing more than “I don’t know, haven’t seen him.” It was reaching the point where you were honestly considering filing a missing persons report if he didn’t turn up soon.
It wasn’t until Friday morning that you finally glimpsed a head of messy, ash-blonde hair stalking down the hall to one of the training rooms. You all but fell out of your chair and launched yourself out of the surveillance room after him, shoes slapping loudly in the hall.
You weren't exactly being sneaky, but you didn't expect Bakugou to react the way he did. As soon as you got close, he stiffened and whirled on you. You caught a flash of red eyes and white teeth bared in a snarl before the hallway tipped out of focus and your back hit the wall, Bakgou’s hand clenched in the scruff of your shirt.
“The fuck are you doing?” Bakugou demanded, crimson gaze searching you over. A scowl sat heavily on his mouth, and you noticed that the corner of it was bruised. A long scratch ran across the bridge of his nose, tapering off over one high cheekbone. The rest of him looked untouched--he was clean, and dressed in simple, dark training clothes again that hugged the planes of his chest and strong thighs.
You stared up at him, shocked to find yourself against a wall again. “You’re--you’re here.”
A blonde eyebrow went up. “I fucking work here, nerd.”
You suppressed an eye roll. “That’s not what I meant, Bakugou. I’ve been looking for you--I need to talk to you.”
“So you thought you’d charge me like a fucking rhinocerous?” he demanded. His fingers unclenched from your shirt, however, relaxing against your collarbone. You fought down a shiver as his callouses caught on your skin.
“Don’t run up behind a hero like that, idiot. Especially after a mission,” he growled.
You eyed the cut across his nose speculatively. “Is that where you were this week?”
“That’s none of your damn business, is it, you nosy little shit?” he asked, something like a self-satisfied smirk pulling at the edge of his mouth.
You let your head fall back against the wall with a thunk, sighing. You’d forgotten how annoying he was in the near week you hadn’t seen him. It was going to make apologizing so fucking frustrating.
“Can you please just not make everything so difficult for once?” you asked absently, trying to dredge up enough humility to get on with your apology.
Bakugou let out a grunt, but shifted closer, one very intimidating bicep coming up to frame your head. Your mouth suddenly went very dry.
“You’re one to fucking talk,” Bakugou said, staring at you with intent.
Mina’s comments on his romantic preferences flitted to the surface of your mind in a wild flurry. Your face heated, and you desperately pushed the memories down. As much as you wanted to snipe at him with an unexpected comeback on what he really thought of women who didn’t take his shit, you did not want him to know you’d been discussing his inclinations. Besides, that would be presumptuous. Just because he had a thing for mouthy girls in general did not mean that preference extended to under-caffeinated and irritable data scientists.
You pushed yourself away from him, pressing harder into the wall in an attempt to create space. “Look, I didn’t come here to fight with you, okay?”
Those crimson eyes watched you impassively.
“Then what the fuck did you want, nerd?” he asked, leaning slightly closer where you’d just managed to create an inch of extra space. You caught that scent again, hot and butter-sweet in your nose, like burnt caramel, and tried your hardest to ignore exactly how symmetrical his face was up close.
You suppressed an eye twitch. What was his thing about walls and intimidating people? And why was he so close to you? Had this man never heard of personal space?
“Actually, I came to apologize,” you said haltingly, looking up at him. If you hadn’t been watching him carefully, you might not have caught the minute widening of his eyes, the very slightest downturn of his blonde brows.
“What?” he rasped.
“You heard me,” you insisted. “I didn’t mean that you were--uh--weak. When I said I would help the other day. That’s the opposite of what I meant.”
Bakugou’s mouth pulled into an immediate snarl. “Fuck you. I don’t need your pity. I can handle myself fucking fine.”
You huffed. “I don’t pity you. That’s not what I meant.”
“If you fucking think--”
“I don’t!” you yelped, seeming to startle him. “Can you just listen for ten seconds? I’m trying to say something here.”
“Fucking obviously--”
“Bakugou, shut up!” you demanded. “This whole situation isn’t what you think it is, okay? I--I only made a bet with you in the first place because I thought you could jump rank, alright? When I say I’m helping you, I mean that I’m giving you insight because I firmly believe that you are capable of pulling this off. I....honestly, I wouldn’t have even made the damn bet if I didn’t actually want you to try this, because everyone knows you can do literally anything if you want it enough. Obviously you’re going to win.”
He was staring now, and it was all you could do not to shrink under the intensity of his gaze.
“So before you get your panties all in a twist over the fact that I used the word help, just remember that it doesn’t mean I think you’re incapable. I think you’re the most capable out of everyone here. And if you would stop being such a fussy baby for five frigging minutes, we could get back to retraining your habits so you could prove that you are!” you finished, huffing a little with the force of your anger. You forced your fists to uncurl from where they had balled up at your side.
Bakugou watched you carefully, unnervingly silent. You could feel his gaze almost like a touch where it brushed over you, and you fixed your eyes resolutely below his face, not wanting to look at him. You shifted uncomfortably against the cold plaster of the wall, waiting for the dam to break. Where was the screaming? When was it coming?
To your horror, a smirk pulled at the corner of Bakugou’s mouth instead.
“You think I’m the most capable, huh?” he asked. His arm shifted closer.
A flush washed through you with startling speed, heating your cheeks. “Oh my god. Shut up.”
His smirk widened into a predatory smile, baring a pointed canine. “It’s okay. You can own up to your little crush on me, nerd.”
You stared at him in shock. “How is that what you took away from this conversation? I didn’t say that. How in the world would you think that, when all you do is shove me against walls and act like a ginormous baby?”
“You’d prefer I shove you against walls and do something else?” he asked, a blonde eyebrow raising.
Your mind blanked out, fuzzy with static for a moment. You fought down a tiny, traitorous shiver. What the hell was going on in his brain? And how in the actual fuck was this the turn the conversation was taking? All you had wanted to do was get him out of his snit fit so you could get back on track to obtaining software engineers. How had he gotten so off track?
“That’s not what I--! I mean, you--!” you babbled uselessly, freezing up when he shifted his arm. He watched you with obvious relish.
“Ugh, I think I prefer you when you’re screaming at me,” you groused.
Bakugou’s smirk turned wicked, and he opened his mouth to say something you were certain you absolutely did not want to hear. Panicking, you brought a hand up and shoved it over his mouth.
“Whatever is about to come out of there, just keep it to yourself,” you commanded. “Now you’ve wasted enough time dicking around. We need to retrain your habits stat if you want to have enough time for everything to propagate in the model by the end of the month.”
A rough palm came up to yank your hand away from his face. “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want.”
You rolled your eyes. “Not if you want any chance of actually winning the bet.”
Bakugou scoffed, but to your surprise, he didn’t outright dismiss you. His eyes roved over you for a few seconds more, before he pronounced imperiously, “Tell me your big plan then, nerd. I’ll decide if it’s worth my damn time.”
You sighed. It was probably too much to hope that he’d suddenly be totally amenable to everything after your big speech. He wouldn’t be Bakugou Katsuki if he didn’t make everything such a production. At least he was still here and listening, despite the front he was putting up. And the weird conversational detour he’d attempted to take.
“I was thinking you need team training,” you said lightly. “To get in the habit of sticking close by to other heroes, and to practice evaluating situations more slowly.”
He regarded you consideringly, scarlet eyes flicking over your face. “You want me to train with a bunch of these b-list fucking idiots?”
You suppressed another eye roll. “Teammates. I want you to train with your teammates, Bakugou.”
He made a dismissive noise. “As if. I’m not going near any of those annoying little shits.”
You eyed him speculatively, a thought forming in the back of your mind. “....What about annoying little shits that will go near you?”
He scowled. “What?”
You gestured past him, to the window of a nearby training room, where two familiar figures were darting around the space, throwing up middle fingers at each other as often as attacks. “I have some people in mind.”
Bakugou glanced over his shoulder. Enough of his face was in view for you to see the thunderous expression that overtook over his features as he regarded his friends.
When he turned back to you, he was growling. “No. Absolutely fucking not.”
“Heya Blasty!” Kaminari chirped over his shoulder, pausing when you’d opened the door to the training room. “And stats girl! Come to let a real hero show you how it’s done?”
He shifted up out of a crouch, scrubbing a hand through his hair. Sweat had dried in it, standing some of it on end like he’d been hit with his own lightning. Actually, judging from the singe marks all over his clothes, maybe he had.
“Shut the fuck up before I blow your brains right outta your skull,” Bakugou’s sharp tone issued from somewhere over your shoulder. You could hear debris crunching heavily under his boots, like he was stomping a little.
Mina’s wild pink curls peeked out from behind an overturned car. “Do I hear the dulcet tones of my sunshine boy, Bakugou Katsuki?”
A telltale round of crackling went off behind you, accompanied by a snarl. Mina just laughed, sliding out fully from her hiding place, looking completely unthreatened. “Relax, Blasty. No one’s around to question your tough guy image.”
Bakugou made a dismissive noise. “The fuck do you know.”
Mina made an amused humming noise. Her dark eyes found yours and she smiled conspiratorially. You were struck again by the mental image of Bakugou in makeup and had to suppress a wild laugh.
“Hey, quit it with the fucking face over there,” Bakugou barked, seeming to detect that mutual amusement was being shared at his expense. He surged past you to put his entire palm over Mina’s face. Mina only laughed louder, her peals of bright laughter muffled slightly in his hand. “I’ll fucking end you.”
Kaminari dismissed the two of them, golden eyes flicking over to you. He smiled boyishly. “So, stats girl. What brings you and your angry pomeranian here?”
“Hey, fuck you, pikachu,” Bakugou growled. Then, “You fucking--raccoon--did you just lick me?”
You bit down on a smile, glancing between Mina and Kaminari. It was unexpectedly cute, the way Bakugou was clearly outmatched by his chaotic friends. They seemed supremely unconcerned with the fact that he might actually follow through on his threats, if the way Mina was making kissing noises into his hand was any indication.
“I thought I’d ask if you guys would be willing to train with Bakugou. He needs...adjustments,” you said, making sure to steer clear of the word help. You’d said your apology, and it seemed like Bakugou understood now, but you didn’t want to muddy the waters any on that point.
“Aww, and you came to little old us?” Kaminari asked Bakugou. His tone did nothing to disguise his obvious glee.
“Fuck you, I didn’t come to you--”
“I did,” you pronounced, deciding to help Bakugou out a little. You weren’t going to get anywhere if he spent the whole afternoon flinging insults and insisting he didn’t need anything from Mina and Kaminari. “He has two areas he wants to retrain on. This afternoon I was thinking you could run a couple simulations where he has to stick close to you two instead of going off on his own to do whatever he wants.”
“I don’t go off and do whatever, you damn nerd, I finish the fucking fight--”
“Do you guys think you might be able to spare an hour or two?” you asked loudly. “I’m sure he’d be willing to return the favor for your retraining.”
Kaminari looked positively gleeful, and Mina’s unusual eyes sparkled curiously from over Bakugou’s broad hand. To your surprise, Bakugou didn’t disagree.
“If I get to play villain, I’m in!” Mina agreed, finally shaking Bakugou’s hand off. “I’m gonna melt your legs off,” she told him.
He scoffed. “Good luck trying without any damn arms.”
She made a kissy face at him. “Gonna be hard to come at me if you have to stick to Denki the whole time.”
“Hey,” Kaminari protested indignantly, but he was drowned out by Bakugou descending into an incredibly explicit rant full of choice invectives. This seemed to prompt both Mina and Kaminari to let loose their own shit talk--Mina's comments in particular so obscene and inventive they would make a frat boy blush. It took some prompting and several minutes before the three of them were coherent enough to discuss the training again.
When you eventually managed to reroute them, they drew up the terms of their practice--Bakugou couldn’t go further than fifty feet from Kaminari for the duration of the exercise, and he’d be docked points for every possible opportunity he had where he might have assisted Kaminari and instead went in for the kill on his own. You agreed to code something up quick to layer over the training footage, to identify when Bakugou strayed too far from Kaminari, or went for a shot himself. To make it stick, Mina also insisted that at the end of the exercise, if Bakugou had managed to lose more than ten points, he had to submit to a punishment of Mina and Kaminari's choosing. You shuddered to think of what that was.
Once the details were fully hashed out, you found yourself being immediately shepherded out of the training room by Bakugou. He ushered you along impatiently like a dog corralling a wayward sheep.
“I’m gonna let loose on these fucking clowns--don’t need your quirkless ass getting in the way,” he groused as he led you. This drew you up short at the threshold, and you gaped at him, eyes darting up to catch his.
You...hadn’t told him you were quirkless. In fact, you were sure you hadn’t discussed that with anyone here, not even Miruko. The fact wasn’t something that bothered you, but it also wasn’t the sort of thing you brought up all too often. So....how did Bakugou know?
His scarlet gaze flicked almost lazily over you, and he seemed to catch the unspoken question. Rubble crackled under his boots as he shifted his weight to one hip. “What? You think you’re the only one who’s done their research, brat?”
You felt your heartbeat stutter and then pick up, just the slightest bit. Done...his research? What exactly did that mean? And if he meant what you thought he meant, what was it he’d been trying to learn about you? And why did he need to know?
“Bakugou, what--?” you began, but he cut you off by raising one large hand and shoving you through the door. He leaned out after you, and you caught a hint of that burnt caramel scent again. Your mind fogged a little at his proximity.
“I’m gonna win the fucking bet,” he pronounced slowly, scarlet gaze cutting into you, “and then you’re in for it, nerd.”
You gawped up at him, unable to help the way your mouth hung open. Was he threatening you? And if yes, why was he looking so unusually calm about it? Where was the rage, the snarling and the spitting like a wet cat? And why was he looking at you like that?
Bakugou answered none of your questions, tossing you a wicked smirk instead. Then he turned and slammed the door closed on you, leaving you alone with a swirl of hazy, half-formed concerns.
What....the fuck had just happened?
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