AVENGERS Vol 1 #398 // AVENGERS ASSEMBLE Vol 2 annual // SCARLET WITCH AND QUICKSILVER Vol 1 #3

Distant Lands Ch.1

Stranded on a planet with toxic conditions and nothing but the clothes on your back, your only means of survival lies within the gem that got you here in the first place. 

Spinel/Reader

collab with my lovely wife @firstofficertightpants​

(First chapter note: Only the very beginning takes place similar to the events in the movie, but this is canon diversion. Spinel warps directly to earth via warp pad, there is no injector, and she has no rejuvenator.)

(A/N: This is going to be different from our last one. Spinel here hasn’t had a chance to deal with any of her emotions, and this is going to be fairly.. dubcon for a while. This is your warning. My wife and I decided we wanted to explore her character growth in.. a different type of situation.)

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Steven gives you a high-five as you toss your sandwich wrapper in a perfect 5.0 in the garbage bin across the street. The two of you just got finished eating lunch, and you hadn't seen your favorite teen in several days since he just got back from Homeworld a few hours prior.

"Wanna go check to see if they're done installing the warp pad yet?" Steven asks, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"We've left them alone for a while, I feel like they should be done by now." You chime in with a smile.

You both meander slowly through Little Homeworld, chatting about the more recent events that you guys have been dealing with. With the Diamonds now on your guys’ side, there has been honestly TOO much to do, and you’ve been trying to lighten Steven’s load. But the kid is just too earnest, and much too hardworking for his own good.

As soon as you guys round the corner, you see Amethyst standing near Bismuth and the newly installed warp pad.

“Yo! Over here!” The purple gem motions over to the both of you, as Bismuth walks away to deal with a couple of other things. “Just got done. Looks nice yeah?” She chuckles, and ruffles Steven’s hair. “Sorry to keep my biggest fan waiting.” Steven swats her hand away, and the two of them laugh for a bit. All of you start talking about how far the place has come, and everything you guys still need to get done.

You have known Steven since you were 14 and applied to be his babysitter through a local ad. At first it was really rough, since you know, the whole gem business shtick was really not what you were expecting out of the job. But ever since Pearl accidentally threw that jungle gym at you and you dodged it perfectly, you proved to be a useful guardian for Steven, and they recruited you for gem missions on the occasion. Pearl was the one that taught you most of what you knew, her sword fighting lessons came in very handy the few times you were in life threatening situations.

Over the last 8 years you have watched one of your favorite people grow up to be the most dependable person you know today. He doesn't really need you now - but you're apart of their family, and you never planned on leaving them. You don't know what you'd ever do if you lost this kid. You'd do whatever it took to keep him safe, and alive. He worries about you constantly - you are human, after all, but honestly? You're resilient if anything, and stubborn. It'd take a lot to kill you.

"Alright! Who gets to be the first to test out the warp pad?" You're interrupted from your thoughts at the sound of Steven's voice. You look up to see Amethyst raising her hand excitedly, and her and Steven play rock paper scissors to see who goes first.

You're only vaguely paying attention to what's going on, when you get this indescribable gut feeling to flee.

The warp pad activates - none of you are touching it.

Within a split second you've grabbed Steven's arm and yanked him to the side - just as some sort of scythe hits the ground where he stood with a loud THUNK. You move to stand in front of him, and reach behind you to grab your sword.

You grasp empty air, and curse at yourself for leaving your sword at home. Of fucking course. You let out an aggravated noise, and you see a pink arm stretch over and yank the scythe out of the ground. You follow the arm until you make eye contact with the attacker, her eyes meeting yours and a wicked grin spreads across her face. 

"Are you Steven Universe?" She all but growls out the name. 

"Um, yes?" Steven pipes up behind you. 

You turn your face slightly to him, giving him a disapproving glare. He shrugs, only looking a bit sheepish. This damn kid was way too trusting, and one day it would be the end of him. But not if you can help it, and definitely not today.

“Perfect." She purrs. You realize at this point that she’s a gem, making it all the more confusing as to why she would attack Steven. 

You don't get any time to question her though, as she launches herself at you - scythe spinning wildly. You feel a rope wrap around your waist, Amethyst pulling you out of the way as the pink gem sinks her weapon into ground where you just stood. 

"Woah, too close!" Amethyst shouts, unwrapping you from her weapon. Once untangled you quickly look for a weapon of your own, eyes roaming the ground. You find a thick piece of rebar, slightly bent at the top - it could do for now. You pick it up and turn back to the magenta-haired gem. You see Steven stepping out of another swipe from her, doing a decent job dodging the attacks while you figured out a makeshift weapon.

Amethyst and you join the fray, you running right at the mysterious gem with your piece of rebar and Amethyst distracting her with a snap of her whip. You thrust the makeshift sword out just in time to block her scythe as she arches it down on the half-gem teen, scythe and rebar colliding with a sharp clang. 

You strain against her clearly superior strength as her eyes meet yours, and for the first time since she showed up it's as if she has just noticed you. Her face splits into a similar feral grin like before. 

"Well heya, toots." She pushes down harder on the scythe. "Didn't see you there." The pink gem mocks. You let out a growl as you shove her back, swinging your makeshift weapon at her. She dodges it with ease, simply stretching her body out of the way. She snaps back into place and leans on her weapon, sneering at you. She looks absolutely unhinged. "D'aw, did I make ya mad?" You ignore her jab, and you turn to face Steven briefly.

"Steven, I need you to get the other gems." You attempt to sound more confident and convincing than you actually feel.

"Y/N, I can't leave you to fight her alone!" The teen replies, clearly worried.

"She'll be fine, Steven." Amethyst stands by your side, jabbing a thumb at her chest. "She's got me." This seems enough to placate the curly haired boy. 

He turns on his heels to book it to the warp pad, and you and Amethyst turn your attention back to his assailant. 

"Oh, I don't think so." The violent gem growls. 

She makes a dash to get past you and Amethyst, gunning it for Steven. Thinking quickly, Amethyst lashes out with her whip, catching the gems torso and swinging her back towards you. You swing at her with the rebar in your hand - but like she could read your mind, she blocks it with her scythe instantly. 

"Guess I'll need to take you out first." The gem says, clearly aggravated. Her attention was now solely on you as she jumps back, preparing another onslaught.

"What's your problem with us!?" You yell out as she swings again at you, and you easily block the attack - it’s almost like she’s playing with you. The muscles in your hand are tingling uncomfortably from the vibrations of your two weapons colliding. 

The gem answers with only a cackle as she arches back, ready to strike again. This time her swing of the weapon is stopped immediately by Amethyst's whip, her rope wrapped around the handle. 

The two struggle for a moment while you swing for the pink gems midsection. The rebar makes contact with her body - but stretches with the swing, making you feel like you just got your rebar stuck in taffy. She turns her attention back to you and gives one final pull on her scythe, ripping it free from Amethyst's whip. The weapon comes at you fast and you barely manage to move out of the way as the tip of the scythe scratches down the side of your face as you move, cutting deep into your flesh. Almost instantly warm blood starts to seep down into your eye, causing you to shut it tight and limit your vision. 

“Y/N! Are you alright?” Amethyst calls from behind the pink gem, said gem now turning her attention to the purple being. 

“I’m fine!” You kind of lie as you rush at your attacker, bringing the rebar down fast. The blood in your eye is fucking with the rest of your senses.

The gem catches your weapon easily with her hand and turns to face you, a wicked smile plastered on her face. She pulls you forward and you stumble, not wanting to let go of your weapon. With her free hand she throws her scythe, the weapon spinning towards Amethyst. The purple gem barely had any time to dodge, sharp blade lodging into her stomach and her form dissipates with a gentle poof. Her gem clinks softly as it hits the ground. 

You stare at it in horror.

“AMETHYST!” You yell over the pink gems shoulder before turning your attention back to her. Her hand, now free of the weapon, begins to wrap around you as you struggle to pull the rebar from her grip. 

"Let me go you.. you.. PINK ASSHOLE!" You nearly scream rather childishly. The gem lets out a hearty laugh, before stopping abruptly and looking you right in the eyes. 

Before.. you hadn’t been afraid of her, not really. You were more concerned with making sure Steven was alive. But in this moment, you felt fear creep up on you as she began to speak.

"You know what? I think I like you." She giggles, albeit maniacally, pulling you flushed against her chest as she frees the rebar from your hands and tosses it out of reach. "You're a feisty one." 

Dread hits you like a brick to the face.

"Oh, we're gonna have so much fun." The last word is dragged out, almost hissed, as her face splits into another feral grin. 

Just as you think you're doomed you hear the warp pad activate. You struggle in the gems hold to look towards the pad as the rest of the Crystal Gems and Steven step off of it. 

The gem holding you looks over her shoulder and lets out a guttural growl. The gems and Steven take in the scene before them, Amethyst poofed and on the ground, the gem holding you, and the blood still actively pouring down your face. 

“Amethyst!” Pearl shouts, heading straight for the gem, picking her up and cradling the purple gem close to her chest.  

“Y/N!” Steven makes his way past Pearl, pulling out his shield and standing ready. “You let her go, now!” Steven demands, adding on a silent “Please?” as your captor glares at him. She turns you around in her grip, and now you’re facing Steven.

“Or what?” 

“I'll ..uh ..I'll take her back.” Steven takes another step forward, lifting up his shield. Garnet, who had calmly made her way over to the curly haired boy, places a hand on his shoulder. 

Steven looks up at her and then back at you and your captor. It takes him a moment to realize that the pink gem had you in front of her as her own personal meat shield meaning that him and the gems were powerless. 

They couldn't attack her without risking your life. The realization must of been obvious on his face because your captor gives him a knowing grin. 

“You can’t hurt me without hurtin’ your friend.” Her accent lulls out as she slams the final nail in your coffin. With no way to rescue you, Steven lowered his shield. He held out his hands in defence as he approached slowly.

"You don't have to do this." He keeps his voice low and calm. The gem sneers at the teen, huffing out a sceptical laugh. 

"You don't know nothin'." The pink gem growls, her grip on you tightening. You wheeze as she constricts against your airways. 

"Steven," You cough out, struggling to breathe "Please don't do anything rash." She smiles, leaning down so her lips barely brush your ear.

"Look at you," She purrs, her breath warm against your face. You grimace in pain, causing the gem to smile wider. “Defending your little friend.” Her grip loosens a hair as she turns her attention back to Steven. 

You look at him, your eyes pleading with him to understand your unspoken words. 

"Move." She demands. 

Steven complies, holding his hands up in defeat. The rest of the Crystal Gems stay put as your captor moves past them. 

She's heading to the warp pad and you begin to panic, fear once again invading your mind. You make an attempt to struggle out of her hold, putting the last of your energy into it. Her arms tighten unbearably so, and you feel tears forming as you gasp for air. 

The last thing you see is Steven reaching out to you, before blacking out.

Lost in Space Part 10: Ch 5

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Summary: Significant changes have occurred while she was unconscious. One of them includes the imprisonment of Syco. Part 10 deals with the unnamed Space Explorer’s reconciliation.

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Shiitakee and I came barging back into the ship’s command center panting and sweating from cutting what was supposed to take fifteen minutes from the basement to the center by walking to a forth by running. My running companion is gripping the door frame as he tries to catch his breath. Between breaths, he mumbles how he needs to cut back on smoking as I include myself into the meeting at hand, which continues to proceed even with our unexpected, loud arrival. I take my position at Saamuki’s right. She and several Tauvoxes, high-ranking ones, including the lieutenant, of course, are looking down at the large holographic three-dimensional layout of what I can only guess is Commander Knox’s spaceship. One of the rooms, a big one, is missing. So, there’s a giant hole in the middle of the illustration. I don’t get the chance to guess what it is because when Saamuki points at it, she figures it out for me. 

“That must be where the ship’s crystal is, but why isn’t its room showing up?”

One of the Tauvoxes, who I’ve only seen one other time, which was when Syco carried the three of us back on the ship, speaks up after saluting her. “Pardon me, Commander Saamuki, but is it really wise to stage an assault on Commander Knox? They outnumber us one to ten million and most of them are our own.”

I only caught a glimpse of him the last time I saw him. Now that he’s standing to my left, I can see his brown fur has sprinkles of white and grey. His body type is similar to the others in that he is muscular and about double either mine or Saamuki’s heights, but he’s wider. His stomach is protruding. There’s a scar over his left eye, and a small metal pole has replaced the bottom half of his right leg. The captain, as I soon learn his rank, truly fits the physical description of a pirate. 

“Captain, if it comes to that, we just have to give it our all. That being said, our best option should be having a small group sneaking onto the ship and assassinating Knox while he’s busy conquering that planet. Rescue the others as well, but finding Shiitakee should be our priority.”

“Then, I volunteer to go, Commander Saamuki,” the lieutenant offered. He saluted when Saamuki made eye contact with him.  

“No. We can’t afford to bring any Tauvox with us. This mission requires stealth. Besides, you’ve proven you can keep this entire ship from blowing up.”

“That would put you at four hours if Commander Knox defeats Commander Zel in the time I calculated, which my calculations are never wrong.” This Tauvox standing right across from Saamuki would look like any other Tauvox, but his fur is longer than the rest. He tied the ones on his head into a ponytail, which looks like a wolf’s tail because of its aged appearance. He gets out a screen and tosses it towards us. Once it’s right above the replica of the enemy ship, it changes into three shapes. One is a large ball and the second is a dot slowly inching towards the larger shape. The third is a clock that shows how much time we have left. We’re at eleven hours, twenty minutes, and thirty seconds. “With such limited time, Commander Saamuki, if none of us can join you in such an imperative mission, one that will decide the fate of the entire Universe, who could possibly qualify then?” 

All these men had their eyes on her. As someone who was once a sex worker and one who still looks like one, even with her conservative outfit, the look of these men isn’t of lust. They are hungry, yes, but not for a taste of Saamuki. Instead, those eyes hungered for answers and hope, hope for their commander to make the right decision.  

The fate of quadrillions is in the hands of us—a snake possessed by some nonbinary ghost, a mushroom with a smoking addiction, and a human with a magical crown. They flew towards Commander Knox’s spaceship using Saamuki’s much smaller spaceship. Her Tauvoxes are following not too far away. Commander Knox had apparently defeated Commander Zel an hour earlier than predicted, which got a rise out of the ponytailed Tauvox. While the three of us didn’t show how anxious we are, I could feel it in the room. Shiitakee and I stayed silent. While piloting her ship Saamuki mentioned how we’re finally getting the others back, but I didn’t vocalize my excitement.

I didn’t vocalize anything because I was far from excited, even if I’ve been longing for this moment. I just sat and watched the stars fly past us, looking like lines because of how fast this tiny ship was going, with the outfit I copied from my dream using my crown. I did look at Saamuki, though. Without words, we shared something, and that was acknowledging our contingency plan. If we failed, then one of us would need to stay behind while the others escaped. The one that does would have to detonate Knox’s crystal. That would instantly kill everyone in a hundred-mile radius. Not even an overpowered Watcher could survive such an explosion, which would mean the one that would stay behind wouldn’t either. Hopefully, that doesn’t happen. I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen. 

Quadrant Eighty-Five. The planet is called Vecta. It’s the same as I remember it. Its moons light up the night sky, this rocky landscape, and its light glints around the edges of those ahead, on the other side of this boulder. I can see Tauvoxes, Virmuses, and other alien species fighting on Knox’s side. No signs of Skeema, Ashley, Mikrovos, or even Khavas. They clash against the Talten’s blazing weapons and the weapons of the other figures. I spot a red-painted symbol, which is glowing, on one of the wrists of the Talten’s allies. Not only may Licata be part of the fight but Sakhra too. Saamuki doesn’t know who she is, of course, but I can see she realizes the same thing I do in the case of her long-time rock friend. She turns to us with fiery blue eyes. “We have a mission. We can worry about the fight later. Come on you two while everyone is busy fighting each other.”

Saamuki, with a blaster far more superior than the ones we used in the beginning, is the one in front leading us to Knox’s ship that’s about a yard away. I’m in the middle with my dagger in one hand and my own blaster in the other. It’s just as strong as the one in her grip. Before we separated from her Tauvoxes, I watched her test them. They went through five walls of what’s been her ship for about two days now. It nearly took off an inch of the Tauvox in one of the rooms she shot through. Luckily he dodged just in time, or he would’ve joined Apulsion in the afterlife. Shiitakee is last in case he needs to omit one of his gases and is empty-handed. What he can do with that cap compensates for his lack of weaponry. 

With every step we took to bring us closer to the spaceship ahead, the louder the battle to our left became even though they continued to be well far away from us. Screams are heard as well as curses to Knox’s followers. Hundreds of blasters are going off, probably from the Virmuses, but only a Talten is heard collapsing from the shots. Horns, those from Tauvoxes, rip through flesh, and screams follow suit, but Knox’s side isn’t in complete control of the battle. I smelt flesh being burned. Some of the Taltens set a few Tauvoxes, which howled to the night sky, on fire. Sakhra’s group is pulling their weight in the fight, hitting the opposing side with their symbols.

In the corner of my eye, Sakhra’s group slaughters hundreds on Knox’s side. I can’t even imagine how many have been killed. The battlefield must be covered in bodies, blood, and whatever insects are on this planet. While over here, it sounds brutal enough; the fight taking place above our heads doesn’t seem too merciless either. Several factions of Space Pirates are shooting at each other. Thousands are probably fighting outside of their ships, fighting out in space. There must be hundreds of corpses floating out in outer space now. 

One of the ships catches my eyes. Banners stretch over their sides. Those long strips of cloth have the symbol of the Lords, which means one of the battalions has joined the fight. This must be their last stand against Commander Knox, but Saamuki’s Tauvoxes aren’t taking part in it. Knox would know we’re here if they were, but the lieutenant is in command of the ship if they’re spotted. 

Saamuki activated her screen, which has the layout of the ship. She took a moment to study it, and then she motions for it to vanish. “Shiitakee, this will take a bit. Watch out backs and,” she turns to me then continues with, “Make sure both of your weapons are at the ready in case there’s someone on the other side.” With that, she held down her blaster’s trigger, causing it to become a blowtorch. Sparks flew, and the metal groaned as its being forced to tear. I held my weapons even tighter as she got closer to finishing. When the piece finally gave way, we were thankfully not greeted by someone pointing their blaster at our heads but instead a four-sided hole the right size for each of us to easily slide into and enter a dimly lit room with flickering lights and some crates. The room must be for storage. Our leader’s eyes are fully engulfed in blue. Then, as quickly as they swallowed the rest of her eyes, they went back to just filling her pupils. 

“I didn’t see anyone in the room. So, let’s go.”

We stepped inside. The room is far more expansive than what it looked like on the outside. It’s about the size of the library, but a lot colder. Someone set the air conditioner to the max, it seems. I’m shivering even with this armor. Shiitakee is too, but not Saamuki. She has her supernatural powers to thank for that. 

For such a big room, there isn’t much in here. We walk past a few crates as tall as Shiitakee. “Those boxes are giving me the creeps. Please, can we walk a bit faster? They’re weirding me out and I’ve been friends with Syco for years.”

Saamuki jokingly remarks, “I’ve known Cabelo all my life and I have to tell you Syco has nothing on Cabelo.” 

“Cabelo? That guy that owns that whole sex hotel? That Cabelo?” She nods. “I knew you looked familiar, but I wasn’t sure since you’re you know wearing that whole get up. Never heard that you had the whole blue thing going on until, well, we met, but it’s really cool. I wish I could do what you can. I would’ve shot Syco a long time ago.”

She giggles. “I haven’t always been able to shoot fire out of my hands. My powers are recent. It has some ups and downs too.” She shrugs.

“You got to tell me the story behind it, especially how you and her met. A human. Wow. I mean Syco already told me a long time ago, but I’d still love to hear it from you two. Also, about your friends that are on this ship. Who’s Mikrovos? Syco complained about him plenty.”

I felt the tension emanating from Saamuki. She is facing away from me, but I just know the mention of Mikrovos made her uncomfortable. Her vibe is making me uncomfortable, but Shiitakee hasn’t noticed. Our backstories must’ve distracted him from his worries, but I get a terrible feeling. So, I slide the dagger underneath my breastplate, grab Saamuki’s hand, and bolt towards the door. Shiitakee follows suit but asks what’s happening while he’s trying to catch up with us. Saamuki is questioning too. Both are answered when a hand to my left smashes through its wooden container. We’ve run past it, and I try not to look back around, but it’s Shiitakee’s cursing that gets me then Saamuki to glance back. An oozy, hairless, and eyeless body goes splat onto the metal floor. Their mouth opens, or what is supposed to be one does, as strands of skin have stuck parts of their lips together. They struggle to make a noise. They muster out a groan and begin crawling towards us. Their slime spreads around them and trails behind them as they slither closer to us. When we’re right about to exit through the door, they reach their hand towards us. I turn back around and force myself, with Saamuki still holding onto me, to sprint the distance left. Once the two of us then Shiitakee finally escape, I get out my blaster and shoot the door’s control panel. Whatever it is won’t be reaching us anytime soon. 

As the three of us try catching out breaths, Shiitakee comments, “Thanks for almost leaving me back there. A little warning next time, don’t you think, but what the hell was even that? Saamuki, I thought you said you didn’t see anyone in that room?”

“I-I didn’t. It must not have a soul.” I’m hit with another sense. I look away from them. My grip on Saamuki tightens. I’m standing stiff. “What’s wrong,” she asked me.

I respond to her, “Her.” On the other side of the hallway is a red-headed figure. Unlike the last time I saw her, she’s been fitted with gauntlets that stretch to her elbows. Like before, her eyes are dead.

“Who’s she?” Shiitakee finally looks to where Saamuki and I are looking. 

“Ashely,” I told him. 

You should see me in the crown modern!kylo x reader

                                     ты должен увидеть меня в короне 

                                                          Ch 1

“Ben Solo is a fucking dirty cop, and he’s working for Queen of the Damned, I know, it... it sounds crazy Rey. But please, please, believe me,  we have to tell Captain Organa and Sergeant Solo.”  Finn pleaded to Rey over the phone, blood dripping from his nose and mouth, both blending in the rain. He caught the dirty bastard in the middle of a drug exchange in the back alley of some bar, “Rey I saw him, with one of her girls, he spoke something to her, and then…he saw me... I don’t know how, but he did and I’m bleeding, I can’t tell if it’s a lot or a little, but that fucker is dirty Rey.” She sighed into the receiver, “Finn, you’ve been trying to get this guy on something for months if not years, but, Finn to go off something without evidence, you could be on desk duty for who knows how long or you could be fired, I just think it’s a bad idea, with you and Poe up for promotion this could derail everything.” Finn looked down at a puddle outside his cruiser, “I’ll get evidence somehow Rey. I swear to you.” He heard her hum in agreement, “I’ll see you later Finn, I have a report to write.” He nodded, knowing that Rey can’t see his actions through the phone, the line went dead. Finn leaned his head on the cool leather of his steering wheel. “Fuck, I can’t believe that fucker, he’s working for her, I know he is.”

Kylo saw through the visor, Finn was still there “What a little pest…” he seethed. ‘The Queen won’t be happy about our encounter. Be more careful next time Ren, or I will let her know.’ Those were the last words Phasma said to him before speeding off. How did that goodie two shoes follow him out here, he was boiling over, She would have his head or his body. Whichever one that would make Королева happy, Kylo was willing to give to her, even though he has never seen her, she has seen him, and she made sure Kylo knew. He jumped on his motorcycle and sped off in a different direction back to his hole of an apartment, he knew in the back of his head that she was going to send one of her “men” to rough up Finn and himself. He cursed under his breath, “какая чертова сука, она разрушит мою жизнь”  As he pulled up to the apartment he took notice of a few fancier cars in the car park, “Fuck. Phasma told someone…”  He quickly unclipped his gun from his holster, he had a feeling that something would go down in his apartment. He quickly ran up the stairs to his door, keeping his back close to the grungy walls, ‘God, this apartment is disgusting, I need to move soon, somewhere clean and orderly.’  He thought to himself. He saw that his door was unlocked, which sent a cold shock of anxiety through his body, his heart fell to his stomach. He slowly pointed his gun around the corner of the door. “Kylo you better get that thing away from me,” Automatically Kylo knew that voice from anywhere, “Hux what are you doing here,” Kylo growled menacingly, he hated his partner, both at the precinct and in the ring “you need to get out before I make you.” Kylo threatened while lowering his gun slightly.  Hux removed his grey peacoat and discarded it onto Kylo’s black couch. “ You had a little колючка follow you to a drop location” Kylo grimaced “I didn’t know that he was following me, мышь I know he has an inkling of something-” Hux closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose and hung his head “Idiot. Now he has proof of you meeting someone. And that someone is a known drug-runner for the biggest mafia and drug rings. How could you be so careless.” Hux scolded Kylo like a young child. Kylo felt the bubble of rage start to boil in the pit of his stomach, he clenched his jaw in anger trying to quell the urge to choke Hux, he craved to bring him close to the brink of death. Then Hux would know who is truly in charge of their operation. Hux’s voice kept droning on in the back of Kylo’s head until both of their phones chimed with an identical ringtone, both hands reached for their phones.  

глупые парни перестают спорить, разрешают женщинам вызывать выстрелы. следующая капля 3:30 утра угол Итора и Тариса.

Hux’s green eyes fixed upon Kylo’s amber eyes, “She is calling you stupid.”

 That was the final straw for Kylo, he grabbed Hux by his pristine grey colored collar and slammed him up against the drywall, “You don’t know SHIT, to what she is referring to you cretin. All I know is that you are forgetting to who you fucking report to. Both in uniform and out of uniform. “ Hux’s face was turning a slight shade of blue, ‘Delicious’ thought Kylo. Hux’s feet began thrashing and for one final act of humiliation, Kylo spat in the man’s face and then dropped him, Hux began sputtering trying to catch his breath. “ Get up you swine, and get out. You are so very lucky I didn’t kill you. It would be far too much paperwork and would cause quite a stir with the Lady.” Hux caught his breath and stood up, and grabbed his coat, “Fuck off Solo, and see you tomorrow.” He quickly ran out the door before Kylo could catch him. All the hairs on Kylo’s neck bristled when he heard his “real” last name, a name he had to use at work but had no real meaning to him. He quickly decided to pour himself a glass of whatever was left in his fridge while he waited to go out for the drop. His phone buzzed again, a call from his superior officer/ older drug kingpin.  

“Hello, Snoke,” Kylo said through slightly bared teeth. “To what do I owe the honor of speaking to you.” Snoke chuckled over Kylo’s sarcastic, yet apprehensive comment. “Ren, I will be expecting you and Hux over at Neskar tonight. I know ‘Королева’ has a drop tonight and I expect that you and Hux will be getting me what I need. She took something very valuable from me, so we will be taking something of slightly… lesser value from her.” Kylo exhaled quickly, it was difficult being a triple agent of some sort; a cop, an underboss for Snoke, and a ‘brigadier’ or a бригадир for Королева. And she has been good to him since she came to power. “Of course Don Snoke. I am willing to do anything for the family.” He heard another bone-chilling chuckle. “Good, good. I will see you tonight.” Kylo hung up the phone after that, ‘God I can’t wait to get rid of the old fucking man.’ Kylo thought, ‘If Snoke died under mysterious circumstances in the precinct Kylo would be fully in charge and once Snoke fell as Don in the family he could take over and try and unite both mafia’s if Королева would have him.’  Tonight was going to be a long night for Kylo. 

In your apartment, you were overseeing any possible attacks that would happen if Snoke tried to get his dominion back, which you would expect. “где, черт возьми, Хакс, моя сладкая фазма.” you cooed to your tall and silver-haired companion, though you two never were ever physically attracted to her, you were attracted to her power and the strategic mind she wielded. Her undying loyalty to you and her absolute brute force solidified her easily as your right-hand woman, in business and friendship. “Мой дорогой Hux went to go after the idiot Kylo.” Your eyes flicked up from the papers in front of you “What did he do.” Phasma looked over at you “Darling, it’s truly nothing to worry about, Hux and I will fix it.” You slammed your fists onto the desk “Tell me Phasma, as your Королева I demand it.” Phasma clenched her teeth, “He was tailed by someone, Kylo scared him off but not for long, it’s definitely someone who works for Solo and Organa.” Rage boiled in you, how dare that half-wit be fucking followed especially by a cop. “Hux assured me he would talk some sense into him.” You felt yourself stand up at your ornate table “Phasma, Kylo will not listen to anyone, especially that vermin Hux. Kylo could eat him alive.” Your partner took a deep breath in “ I know.” You screamed in anger “That fucker works under Snoke as a cop, and I know he is somehow involved in something, he must be stopped, and eliminate that thorn that followed Ren. We can’t have any chance.” You pushed the papers off the table. “Phasma, we were on the brink of an all-out war with Snoke, after I had the girls take his warehouses and help his ‘property’’ You practically spat out the last word, the idea of a man owning women and abusing them for other men’s pleasure was the reason you craved to bring him down. You needed to create a new order to this city and if that meant to take down the God-like man, with all officers either being too stupid to realize that Snoke was the puppet master, or most turned a blind eye to him. You knew that you were his Lucifer, and God willing you can bring him down one way or another. “ We will be in all-out war if the police, Snoke, or that Kylo Ren try anything tonight.” Phasma cupped your elbow, hoping it would bring you back from the brink of murdering anyone.  “I have a good informant, they said that Hux and Ren have meaning to meet with Snoke at Neskar, before our drop.” Your jaw gritted together making your lips into a thin line, deep in thought “ We will be there tonight, I should meet one of my бригадир in the flesh. It would be nice to put a face and flesh to their names.” You felt your breathing slow to a more controlled and still slightly enraged, you closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose, “Phasma, I want them to all know who, they are dealing with. If that means we have to go all-in with how we dress and how I interact with all of the men, then so be it. But I cannot have any of them forget who we are, and what they are dealing with.” The storm was brewing inside you, as it was brewing again outside. Snoke’s family, the NYPD, Hux, and Kylo had no clue what was coming, and for now, they were in the eye of the storm. 

Gormless Ch. 5 - Try to kill my boss? Haha you kids are alright!

A well-meaning friend gave me a book series that is hilariously bad. The first book was Souless and my riffs were entitled brainless. This second book is entitled Changless and these riff are then gormless.

I mean to say I have entitled them gormless! Not that my riffs are dumb, and the effort I spend on them stupid since I’m the only one who enjoys them. HAHA!

The story is SUPPOSED TO be about how a badass lady wearing a rad-looking carriage dress hits baddies with her umbrella and bangs her hot werewolf husband.  In reality it’s mostly poor attempts at being witty, flirty, and superior.

For the last book check out the brainless tag.

If you want the TL;DR version but want to read these new riffs anyway?

This story is set in supernatural Victorian steampunk England.  Alexia is our NOT LIKE OTHER GIRLS protag.  She is a soulless, which means she’s able to negate the abilities of vampires and werewolves by touching them. She’s recently married a big oaf, named Lord Connel Maccon.  He’s the manchild in charge of the supernatural police with a zillion dollars and he’s totes super hot too ok.  Their relationship is mostly arguments about how Maccon can’t tell her fucking anything.  Alexia has also recently become head of ~Soulless affairs~ in Queen Victoria’s government.  She has a dumb friend named Ivy, a gay vampire friend named Akeldama, a family who’s evil because they do the same shit as her but while being blonde, and most importantly Alexia is better than everyone cause…cause.

Last time on Gormless:

There’s some mysterious force that’s turning the Vampires and werewolves into humans. Alexia is in charge of figuring out that deal, and she is doing a bad job at it.  Her husband is in charge of the Supernatrual Police (BUR) so he’s going to Scotland about it.

There’s a hot werewolf guy into Alexia called Channing and he’s a big jerk.  Ivy is getting married to some rich slub, even though she’s in wub with Maccon’s servant Tunstell.  Alexia just met a hot lesbian named LeFoux and wants to take her to visit her smart Vampire gay bestie Akeldama.

Chapter 5 – Try to kill my boss? Haha you kids are alright!

This chapter opens up with her seeing Lord Akeldama.  Basically they start by inviting Madame LeFoux and just catching up.  Turns out Akeldama has not seen the humanization phenomenon before even though he hella old, but his scouts discovered a military ship called the Spanker had people from the Kingair clan aboard who were humanized. We got similar info before, but there’s an implication that the humanization is traveling directly with the people of the Spanker.  There’s the implication that it’s moving north, and it has to do with the dead alpha thing.  

Something also of slight interest is that Akeldama tried to ~recruit~ Channing back when Channing was human. That Channing, so they say, used to be a charming sculptor and vampires and werewolves were fighting over him. That he went into the military/werewolfism cause it was more ~romantic.~ I think that’s all there just to put Channing back on the table as a love rival.

HE’S BAD RIGHT? BUT LIKE MAYBE NOT ALL BAD?

On one hand they’re fleshing him out.  On another hand it reeks of Marty-Stuing and it is not convincing me he deserves another chance.

Well what would make him desirable to you Faps?  Put him in an oversized sweater, with glasses, and he’s petting a cat?  

Okay okay!  My kink is valid and so is the kink for a man-child meathead okay.  I just wish my kink was more main-stream gosh.

So Madam LeFoux shows up and there is a brief bit of sassing between Akledama and her before Akeldama has to show off his aethographor.  They spend a lot of fucking time on this.  I guess this is for the folks into the steampunk aspect but like…I don’t really understand this appeal.  It basically boil down to it’s a telegraph machine but it prints letters onto metal with caustic chemicals. It has to be manned at all times, and some old ones need specific ~ Crystalline valve frequensors~ to communicate to one another but Akeldama’s LATEST EDITION doesn’t need it. I am a history nerd and reading about old machines is fascinating because you get to see how the machines have impacted the culture. I also like reading about Sci-Fi technology because either it’s cool to see what people decades ago thought was going to happen, or speculative future possibilities. In theory speculative fiction about an alternate universe’s history could be cool but this machine is just not that far removed from a telegraph machine and sounds like it’s a pain in the ass. But perhaps I’m just so spoiled by the fact that I could get a snapchat of a strange person’s butthole from Australia instantaneously without having to operate a machine the size of a room 24/7.  You have not truly enjoyed a stranger from down under’s…down under until you’ve seen it with the leopard ear snapchat filter!

Anyway he gives Alexia a ~ Crystalline valve frequensor~ with his frequency just in case.  She puts it in a pocket on her umbrella and it’s like DAMN GIRL WHY DIDN’T YOU LEAD WITH THE FACT THE THING HAS POCKETS? THAT’S WAY COOLER! (Even if impractical for regular umbrellas.)

The three of them part ways, Alexia is planning on taking a dirigible to Scotland in order to face this humanization and save her dumb-fuck husband.

Here we switch point of views to look through Lyall’s eyes. He’s tailing Alexia for reasons and some vampires are sneaking around Lord Akeldama’s place while she was visiting. The vamps almost attack Alexia but Lyall stops them with some pow pow action.  The vampires say they were just going to ~test~ Alexia and Lyall is just like haha that’s fine, go home you kids!  Also Alexia did not notice any of this.

I mean I’m kinda glad we had a bit o’ action but this was dumb. Lyall just lets these two jackoffs go after they tried to maybe kill/kidnap/whatever his master’s wife.  Also he doesn’t tell Alexia she was nearly attacked? Cause drama later on I guess? Fuck this writing!  I take back the nice things I said about Lyall!  Lyall instead just argues that Alexia shouldn’t go to Scotland. Sure Maccon relies heavily on his superpowers for everything, but not letting him know his powers are going to be suddenly taken away by a mysterious force which maybe out of his blood will definitely be fine. I guess because it’s now Lyall’s policy to make sure everybody around him, whom he attempts to protect with his life, is unaware of the danger around them. Cool, cool.

At least this time when Alexia badgers somebody about something she’s going to do, she’s right that it makes no sense why she shouldn’t. However she unwittingly has to take along a merry batch of fuckers. You’ll hear about them in a bit.

We have a big old scene where Alexia’s mother shows up and is like, “YOUR ONE SISTER IS GETTING MARRIED THE OTHER SISTER IS SO WRACKED WITH JEALOUSY SHE’S MAKING EVERYONE MISERABLE! YOU TAKE HER!”

Oh and there’s this inconsistent writing here where Alexia’s mother is passive aggressively racist toward werewolves and Scots. Yet at the same time there are lines about how pleased Alexia’s mother is that she married a Scottish werewolf.  There’s the direct line, “It was a constant source of amazement to Alexia that the only thing she had ever done in her entire life that pleased her mama was marry a werewolf.”  I think what the author is trying to say is that Alexia’s mom was happy that Alexia married a rich and powerful man, and LOOKS PAST the fact that he’s a werewolf but still kinda hates werewolves.  However they don’t bring up that her mom is impressed with all her money and power. They just keep saying WEREWOLF THIS and WEREWOLF THAT!  They made it unnecessarily muddled here and it’s confusing, annoying, and could have been easily fixed.

In Alexia mother’s defense the only thing I’ve seen Alexia do that’s pleased me, is hit that douche werewolf over the head a bunch.

So of course, Alexia’s mother won’t take no for an answer when it comes to her sister. Therefore Alexia is saddled with generic shallow, petty, bitch blonde sister #2.  Felicity, the blonde in question, agreed to this, despite hating her sister cause she knew her sister would be surrounded by hunky werewolves.  SHE GOTTA GET A HUSBAND NOW TOO! IT’S ALL US LADY FOLKS CARE ABOUT!  Due to English custom you can’t just leave your sister in your castle to have wild gangbangs with werewolves all day and night. But I mean, considering the amount of misogyny the 3rd in command is packing? Not leaving her alone there is probably a good idea. (Also I will puke blood if Felicity and Channing become an item.)

Ivy shows up at this time as well cause I mean…Ivy has always been sexually drawn to inconvenient timing.  Don’t kink-shame her!  When Ivy hears that Tunstell will be going on the Dirigible, she pouts until Alexia just let’s her go along too, cause HAHA WHY NOT AT THIS POINT!?

(A gif of Hillary Clinton laughing and throwing her hands up.)

So she’s taking Angelique (to dress her), Felicity (to be obnoxious in the bitchy way), Ivy (to be obnoxious in the ditsy way), and Tunstell (cause this 90lb actor will protect them all.)

OH BOY WE GOT A SMORGSEBORG OF IMPENDING WACKINESS TO CONTEND WITH!  IS THAT EXCITEMENT I HEAR OR THE CRACKING OF MY OWN GRINDING TEETH!?

Say something nice Faps:

Dang I’m having a hard time saying nice things here that aren’t simply just, “Well at least X didn’t happen!”

She uhhh tried to steampunk?

I get a masochistic tickle when Alexia’s family is around.  I dislike Alexia so I like seeing her insulted, but the cartoonish villainy of her family is hilarious to me.  It’s just so spot-on, the archetypal “BASIC SHALLOW BLONDE BITCH-SLUT TO MAKE PROTAG LOOK BETTER THAN ALL OTHER GIRLS!”  However I have yet to see an author fail so spectacularly at differentiating the evil girls from the protag. “I can’t believe all my family cares about is how they look, their social standing, and men!” Huffs Alexia, as she ponders her own romantic dalliances to the king of the Universe, in her new blue carriage dress, which has SHOOK the London fashion world to its VERY CORE!

Ready or Not: Epilogue

Ready Or Not: Prologue Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Epilogue Characters Ship: Taehyung | Reader Description: BattleRoyale!AU | A class’s field trip turns out to be a battle to the death. Warnings: Death Word Count: 1,956 A/N: Character list to be out soon.

Jisu clung to the bags, holding them tight against her chest as she ran past the row of soldiers and outside of the building. Her heart stopped the minute that her name was called. Both Yeseul and Dongwoo were called before her. Dongwoo she was confident in. He at least could manage to get serious when certain matters were at hand. This was one of them. Yeseul, however, she knew wouldn't make it. Yeseul had a weak heart, both figuratively and literally.

Instead of running straight into the woods, she clung to the sides of the building, running along the walls. Logically, most of the other kids would get into the woods. Not many would think of going around the other side. Besides, it might buy her some time to see what she was working with in her bag.

Once she felt as though she were in a decent place far enough from her competition, she swung the bags down, rolling back her aching shoulders as she dropped to her knees. Unzipping it, she shuffled through the supplies of food and water, finally coming to what she assumed would be her weapon. A taser.

One good zap to someone with a heart condition and it might do. However, as a weapon, it would be what her peers called 'lame'. She wondered which ones got the good stuff.

"Jisu? Jisu!"

Jisu turned around, eyes wide as she pointed the taser in the direction of the voice. Dongwoo soon emerged, a relieved smile on his face.

Jisu stared at him blankly. "How'd you know I'd be here?"

"Knowing you, you'd think rationally and logically, and want to be away from as many people as possible. I've known you for years, Jisu. There's no way in hell you'd run into the woods with our newly formed maniacs," Dongwoo grinned.

"You're not going to kill me, are you?" Jisu asked quietly, the blood draining from her face even as she said it.

Dongwoo's eyes widened. "What? No!"

She sighed in relief. "Good."

"Did you see what they did with Y/N? How does she know them?" Dongwoo asked, sitting down.

"No clue. I mean, trust me, I knew she was off- not from just her one blue eye since no one can control that. I mean everyone knew she was different- I just don't think anyone knew how different," Jisu confesses.

"You said it," Dongwoo sighed. A look of sadness crosses his face. "I ran into Jiwoo at the entrance. He had a crossbow and was shooting down a lot of the people who entered. Let me pass because we're friends. I guess he ran out of arrows or ran away or died- no clue- by the time you came out. But he told me that Yeseul... He let her go, you know because no one would hurt Yeseul- but she died from a heart attack before she really even got to start. I don't know if it's true but... I think it is."

Jisu froze, her body stiff. "Oh... Oh God," she said. She felt something rise up in her throat, a bitter taste that she hadn't tasted in quite a while. Bile. She gets on all fours as she coughs it up, vomiting on the patch of grass in front of her. Dongwoo grimaced but rubbed her back, trying to comfort her as she let it all out. It wasn't until her arms stopped trembling and stomach lurching that she sat back down again.

"All done?" Dongwoo asked, recoiling his touch from her.

She wiped the leftover spit and puke from her chin with the back of her hand. "Yeah, I am- I-I've just been holding that back since we woke up."

"I know what you mean," he confessed, frowning.

"I don't know how you're so calm. I'm shaking," she said.

"I guess I'm still in disbelief or shock. It hasn't entered my system yet. I don't want it to, quite honestly," he guessed.

"Lucky you. Yeseul is dead and we probably are too," Jisu said pessimistically.

"Hey, don't say that! Look, I'm sure we'll find a way. I'm positive of it! You've got a- what is this?"

"A taser, dumbass," Jisu rolled her eyes.

"There's Jisu," Dongwoo grinned. "But yeah, that would be able to work I'm sure. If you could sneak up behind the person and get a good jab at their neck."

"I don't want to think about that," she grimaced. "What do you have anyway?"

"Dunno, haven't checked. I've been looking for you." As he says it, he turns over to his bag, unzipping it and looking through. An elated smile spreads across his face as he picks up a gun. "Sweet! Now, this is useful?"

Jisu wasn't so keen. "I dunno... Dongwoo, you realize you'd have to use that to kill one of our classmates, right?"

His smile drops immediately. "I... yeah. I know. But there's nothing we can do though. It's either kill or be killed. And I don't want to be killed."

Jisu was silent.

"C'mon, Jisu. You don't want to be killed, do you?" Dongwoo asked. "I've gotta hear you say it so that I know you're with me on this."

"I don't want to be killed," Jisu parroted.

"That's my girl."

Jisu locked eyes with him, her face solemn. "But I'm not too keen on killing, either."

"I know. Neither am I. But we don't have a choice," Dongwoo reasons. "Think of Yeseul. She wouldn't want us to die, would she?"

"You're forgetting there can be only one survivor," she reminds him.

"I know that. Look, if we're alive by the last ten or five, we split so that we don't have to kill each other."

"That's morbid," Jisu cringed. "And if we're the last two?"

Dongwoo looked her in the eye, unsure of what to say. "Let's just hope that doesn't happen."

Jisu pressed her lips together, knowing it'd be a good idea not to press on the matter further. Eventually, the two of them hauled their bags over their shoulders, trudging along to find a suitable place to keep shelter.

A muffled scream awoke Jisu during the night. She rolled over on the grass, shooting up to see a shadowy figure over Dongwoo, a katana sticking out of him. The intruder yanked the blade out, taking a few steps back.

Before they can attack, however, Jisu grabs for the gun she had stashed under the bag, cocking it and pointing it at the intruder. "Who are you? Say it or I'll shoot?"

"Do you really have to ask?" Your voice was clear as crystal, and it was calm.

Jisu's blood drained from her face. "Y/N... How could you?"

"It's part of Battle Royale. How could I not?" you said simply.

Jisu stumbled to her feet, squinting her eyes to adjust to the darkness. God, she should've known Dongwoo would fall asleep on his shift. "You did this before, haven't you?"

"What makes you think that?" Jisu could hear the smile in your voice.

"You're too calm about the situation. Like you've done it before. Not to mention how Ki said he was rooting for you, and how friendly you seemed with one of the soldiers."

"My my my, I've got a stalker it seems."

"So it's true?"

"I guess," you shrugged your shoulders.

"Then why are you here? Shouldn't you have left? Why would you play this game again?" Jisu asked, hands shaking.

"You act as though it's my choice," you said. "They forced me into it. If I win this one, I'll be free. People of your type never really win- they may survive, but they break eventually. No one really gets to go home."

"What?" Jisu's face paled. "But they said they'd let us go! We'd be free!"

"You think a government that has kids kill each other would have a problem with lying?" You laugh at that last part. "And from what I was told, you were supposed to be smart."

"I am smart!" Jisu defended, blood rushing to her cheeks.

"Then why don't you notice the blade that's about to gut you?" Jisu looked down quickly, noticing your katana a mere inch from her belly. She had been so focused on keeping her gun aimed at you that she didn't even notice.

You were quick to swipe at her, kicking the gun out of her hand as you lunged forward. The blade pierced through the skin, weaving between flesh and organs to settle in her abdomen. Jisu stilled, and soon she could taste the blood as it rushed from the back of her throat to her parted lips.

You yanked the blade from her, watching as she fell to her knees before you. It was almost as though she were bowing to a ruler, begging for forgiveness. Or more accurately, someone praying at an altar. Whatever it was, it surely felt as though it were cementing you as her superior.

You raised your foot, pressing the sole of your shoe against the top of her head and quickly kicking it down, letting her face plant into the dirt as you kept her in place, your foot firm at the back of her head.

"You know... That boy had feelings for you. I noticed. He wouldn't have killed you," you said quietly. "I don't know if you liked him back... But I suspect you did deep down. You looked at him the same way I used to look at someone. The same way he looked at me."

You trail the tip of the blade along her back, settling between her shoulder blades. "But I suppose all things must come to an end."

Those were the last words Jisu heard before you plunged it once again through her body, and soon she finally died out.

You huffed, sighing to yourself as you sat down, wiping the sweat off your forehead. You had... what, ten more to go? They gave you an assignment, and these two weren't your first kills of the day. Too bad that the kids in this class were much quicker to dying than yours were. Whatever, you were sure you'd manage.

You rummaged through their bags, looking to see if they had anything worthwhile. Soon enough, you pulled out a small taser.

Your thoughts were instantly drawn to him, and you stare at it, wondering if it were the same thing. Tears begin to well up in your eyes, prickling at the corners of your eyes as they turned glassy. You press it to your lips, offering a chaste peck to the metal.

There wasn't a day that you didn't think about Taehyung. You were convinced thoroughly that he was the only man who could ever truly love you. He knew exactly what you were and accepted it.

And now you'd never get that again.

You hear footsteps in the distance, and wipe away the tears you didn't even know were running down your face. Taking a deep breath and standing up, you ready yourself for your next kill.

Now wasn't the time for crying over the events from a year ago. You needed to get over what had happened and move on- otherwise, you'd be mentally stuck on this island for all of eternity. Even you knew that. This time there wasn't so much of a rush to get anyone home other than yourself. You would only hope the easy kills weren't all taken up so that you'd finally reach your end goal that Ki and the rest had set out for you. Then you'd finally go home- and by God, if they held you back again, they'd be the next on your list.

You had suffered so many heartaches and alterations mentally that you were just a shell of what could've been. But did that matter? No. In fact, if anything it was closer to being an advantage. At least in this game. You had to remember despite all of that, however, you had only become stronger. When it came down to it, you'd still live.

And the only way to truly live is to move on.

Bang Bang! (Ch.20)

Pairing: Ramsay Bolton x Reader

Summary:  The Red Wedding happened a week ago. Your boss, Petyr, insists on celebrating the men who “won” this victory, the Red Kings, an assassination group run by the sour-looking Roose Bolton. You, one of Petyr’s favorites, is tasked to find out more about these Red Kings. Who are they? Who are their clients? Who is next?You’re very good at what you do until you meet him. What do you do? Girls like you can’t fall in love. Does the Pretty Bird fly away with him? Or does she ruin the Bloody Bastard and everything he has?

Words: 3040

Author’s Notes: I couldn’t fucking help myself. Here’s the chapter early guys.

Read on Ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11108982/chapters/29709018

There were places where darkness is born and something awful smells. Where flesh rots and dead kings haunt the walls. You can hear their last words lingering in your ears, ‘a flayed man has no secrets.’ The floor had broken concrete and the ceilings leaked water.

This was a haunted place, a broken place. A distinct screaming was heard in the basement below. Other hostages, prisoners, etc. sat in their rooms, tied up and terrified they would be next. The screaming became louder, and one grown man hostage tried t make himself small, thinking that this was all a dream and he would wake up soon.

Behind a wooden door, the screaming victim was trying his hardest to breathe. He had screamed so loud, and he was under immense pressure. He wouldn’t be able to hold it for much longer. His endurance was losing. For a moment, he thought he was going to die here in this forgotten place.

“My patience is almost gone, Karstark,” a low voice warned. “Tell me where Winterfell’s weak spots are. I know that you know. You were their security. It was your job.” The Karstark man mustered up his energy and spat blood at the voice.

“I ain’t afraid of you, Bolton cunt,” his neck extended as far as he could. For a grown man who was crucified to an X in the middle of the room, the Karstark man had a lot of nerve. The voice stayed close to his face, inhaling the dried blood on his cheek from the cut he made earlier.

“That’s a mistake, Karstark,” the voice smirked. He sunk his flaying knife into his side and twisted it. The Karstark groaned and tried to hold the pain in. He was growing exhausted. “Do not test my patience any longer. I want my answers.”

The Karstark man breathed in and out. He was trying to stay steady and calm. He had heard no man had survived Roose Bolton’s son’s tormenting hands. He didn’t believe in these tall tales. He would survive this. ‘He’s just a boy.’ He thought to himself. ‘Only a horrid, unloved boy.’

“I’m waiting,” he said. He took the flying knife out and went to his table filled with all sorts of toys. The Karstark man watched him as he chose another weapon: a metal shaped pear. He went around to his backside, dragging his pants down.

“What are you doing?” the Karstark man became desperate. “Stop! What are you doing?!” Suddenly, he felt an intense amount of pressure in his asshole. The cold, rusty metal irritated and tore his skin until it stopped. The device stood in place; held there by the Karstark’s clenching. A small amount of blood trickled down his leg. He started to sweat, and that’s when the boy opened his mouth.

“Do you like truth or dare? I do. I like it when people tell me what I want. Every time you tell me the truth, I’ll pull this out a little bit. Every time you lie to me, well,” he cackled. “you’ll see.”

“Take it out. Take it out now!”

“Tell me about Winterfell’s weak spots. Tell me about the Greyjoys. Who do they have there?” he asked. The Karstark groaned loudly, and he heard a click. Suddenly, the device tore his asshole and skin more, widening the opening. He screamed in response.

“That’ not a valid answer,” he laughed. As the cruel boy was about to turn the device again, a small voice was at the door.

“Master,” he greeted. “I’m sorry, but you’re needed in the upper floor.”

“Not now,” he said. He turned and the device clicked. It widened the Karstark’s opening more. The Karstark screamed so hard, he found it hard to breathe again.

“Sir please,” the small voice pleaded. His frame was small. His hair was matted, and his skin was aged despite being so young. His master stopped what he was doing, and went other to the poor thing. He grabbed him by his shirt and punched him twice in the eye. The small figure curled up on the ground, almost weeping.

“Did you not hear me?” his master held his face and spat in his ear. “I said, not now.”

“Y-yellow Dick sent me,’ the weeping figure explained. “He said it was urgent. About the Lannister spies.” The Master turned to the Karstark man and narrowed his eyes.

“We’re not finished yet,” he left the room, dragging the small figure behind him by his shirt. They walked to the upper floors of the ravaged building. The windows were broken into and had different shades of green, gray, and yellow to them. Cold breeze flew through the large meeting room. At the end of the room was several screen formed to make one large tv screen on the wall. Several chair and tables were about with several Red Kings sitting in them.

Their faces were not cold, stoic, or emotionless. They were worried, concerned, and some cringed when he entered the room. He dropped the small figure on the ground. The small figure responded by scattering away towards the Bastard’s boys who sat in the front of the room, waiting.

“Sit Reek,” Ben Bones ordered. The small figure sat on the ground, favoring his right eye. “Afternoon, Ramsay.”

Ramsay stood in front of the Chicago division of the Red Kings and his boys. “What the hell do you want?”

“Yellow Dick has some information he needs to share with you,” Ben explained.

“As my head of knowledge, he should have info,” Ramsay spat. “That’s what’s expected of him.” Yellow Dick sat unfazed by his laptop. He had no hair on his shaved head, but he did have the infamous Red King’s “X” on his neck with several piercings on his ears and nose. He wore a yellow beanie on his head, protecting his head from the cold room.

“I have received intel from our inter-house spies,” his bored voice echoed in the room. He pressed a key on his laptop and it started a slideshow. “The Greyjoys have received our special package. They know we have Theon. There have been musings of Yara planning to attack us, but we’re ready for her.”

Yellow Dick pressed his keyboard and another slide displayed blueprints of the Winterfell estate and company buildings.

“The Greyjoys have been holding down Winterfell since the disappearance and death of the two youngest Stark boys. They are weak. We can take it from them.”

“Although your father and brother advise we wait for the Lannister to give it to us,” Ben interrupted. Ramsay examined the blueprints.

“We don’t need to take Karstarks anymore. We have the information right here,” Yellow Dick said. “We can let the go.” Ramsay frowned.

“And let them go back to their superiors to tell them what happened? I don’t think so,” Ramsay corrected. He pointed out five Red Kings. “You. Go to the basement and execute all Karstarks. We don’t need their northern stubbornness anymore.”

Five Red Kings stood up and left the room in a rush. Each of them already brandishing a gun in their hand. Yellow Dick waited for them to leave to continue. He pressed another key on the keyboard. This slide displayed pictures of Joffery’s murder scene. His head was disfigured and bloody. Broken glass was around his head and shoulders.

“Joffery’s death has been determined as a murder of course,” Yellow Dick continued. “Cersei suspects her brother and Sansa Stark. While her brother rots in jail, Sansa Stark has yet to be found. She disappeared that night and no one has found her yet.”

“Who really killed him?” Ramsay paced around the room. Some Red Kings kept their eye on him, waiting for something to happen.

“Dornish assassins,” Yellow said. “It seems Petyr Baelish didn’t seek out our services for that one.”

“No, no he did not,” Ramsay narrowed his eyes as he looked at the next slide which showed pictures of police reports. Some detailed how the shot was taken. “Does my father and brother know?”

“I had a private meeting with your father this morning,” Yellow responded. “He suspects that Petyr may be looking to betray us soon. Roose pointed out that Charlotte should report to him about him and his birds. Roose thinks he’s planning something now that Joffery’s dead. In the meantime, we still have Cersei and Tywin on our side. They are powerful allies.”

“What else?” Ramsay asked.

“Well,” Yellow Dick went through his notes. “Deborah informed us the Tyrells and Lannisters are planning new alliances. Tywin wishes to marry off Cersei with Loras.”

“That’s useless to me. What else?”

“Nothing else, sir,” Yellow Dick couldn’t meet his eyes. Ramsay stood in front of him.

“Don’t lie to me.”

“Your father thought it would be best if you didn’t know. He said he wanted to take of this last manner personally.”

“What is it?” Ramsay asked.

“You don’t want to know,” Yellow Dick looked Ramsay in his eyes. “If I were you, I wouldn’t want to know. Your father seems to think the same thing.” Ramsay slammed his hand son the table, startling everyone around him.

“Need I remind you of who’s in charge? Do you think I let my father tell me what I can or can’t do? What. Is. It,” Ramsay’s fingers tapped against the table impatiently. Yellow Dick looked to the other Bastard’s Boys.

“Ramsay, he’s serious,” Ben said. “You are one of my best friends in this world. If I were you and I had a choice, I wouldn’t want to know either.” Ben’s words were sincere and honest. Ramsay kicked over a chair. It flew across the room. The metal landed by a Red King. All of them stared at Ramsay in concern.

“Show me,” Ramsay demanded. He took out his gun and pointed it at Yellow’s head. “Don’t make me ask again. Yellow exhaled his remaining air and typed away at his keyboard. He projected a paused video on the screen. Ramsay narrowed his eyes. The video looked dark and he only saw a young man. “The fuck am I looking at?”

“Do you remember a while ago we hired on a Lannister spy named Bradley Swyft? It was shortly after the murder you went on with…her,” Yellow Dick dropped the name.

“Y/N. Her name is Y/N. Yes, I remember,” Ramsay lowered his gun.

“I originally hired him on to gather intel for us on the Tyrells and Lannister’s alliance between Joffery and Margaery,” Yellow continued. He cleared his throat, finding it more difficult with each sentence to keep his mouth moist. “His position changed at your request to keep an eye on Y/N. So far it’s been successful. He provides us names and—

“And I take them out,” Ramsay finished, his eyes still deciphering the video.

“Yes, well his regular reporting stopped five days before the wedding reception,” Yellow told Ramsay. Ramsay turned and faced Yellow.

“What is that supposed to mean exactly?” his eyes narrowed. Yellow sighed.

“Through his own investigation, Brad Swyft found out that it was his uncle you murdered at the gala. He also found other intel against the Lannisters, including our plans to execute any and all Lannister allies if Tywin betrays us.”

“You’re fucking kidding me,” Ramsay lowered his voice.

“No, and it gets worse,” Yellow sighed and looked at Ben. “It appears he has been talking to all the other Red King Lannister spies, he’s rallying them up against us. He claims we can’t take their innocent lives that it wasn’t part of the deal.” Ramsay laughed.

“They have no rights. They’re pawns,” Ramsay kept laughing.

“He thought you would laugh. That’s why he sent us this,” Yellow pointed to the video. Ramsay looked at the video and laughed harder.

“Oh? Is this his manifesto?” he said. “Oh, this will be good. Play it.” Yellow’s eyesbrows knitted together. An uncomfortable silence fell over the room.

“Ramsay—

“Play it. I wanna see it,” Ramsay gestured to the video. Yellow looked to Ben. Ben nodded his head. Yellow pressed play on his keyboard. The video started to play. The darkness in the room didn’t change much, but Brad Swyft started to speak.

“I know who you are. I know what you are, Ramsay Bolton. You are the worst kind of monster alive.”

Ramsay smirked, enjoying the show.

“You think you rule the world. You think there’s no consequences to your actions. I know what you did to my uncle. I know what you’re planning to do to the rest of us. I’m going to tell everyone. The Lannisters won’t want you now. We’re coming after you.”

Ramsay laughed once. “Come try me.” He paced back and forth, watching the big screen. He stole an unopened bottle of beer from one of the Red Kings. Ramsay opened it and took a big gulp, still smiling.

“Karma is coming for you tonight, Ramsay. And you’re invited to see it front row.” Ramsay rolled his eyes as the film cut to an empty well-lit hotel bathroom. No one was there until a hand picked up the camera and moved it to the nightstand where Ramsay saw a singular cuffed hand.

His eyes narrowed. “The fuck? What kind of karma is this?” He watched the cuffed hand struggled weakly against the bedpost. That’s when he heard it.

“I trusted you!” a very familiar voice cried out. Ramsay lost his grip on the beer bottle and it crashed onto the ground, shattering in pieces. The liquid spilled out in multiple directions. Ramsay’s mouth dropped open. He continued watching.

Brad changed the camera position to above you. Your clothes were torn. Your eyes were opening and shutting. They were dilated and crying. A belt unbuckling was heard and then fabric was moving.

“Don’t fucking do it,” Ramsay muttered. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

You started to sob and tears fell down your face. Brad laughed. “Yes exactly.” Ramsay’s eye twitched. His hands balled up into fists. This was not happening. This couldn’t be happening. Brad changed the camera angle again to show his tongue being shoved into your mouth. You made choking noises. You barely could breathe.

Ramsay’s breath became short. He could feel his eyes burning as he watched Brad’s cock bing forced inside you over and over and over and over.

Ramsay’s temper was infamous among the Red Kings. You could piss off Domeric and live. You could piss off Roose Bolton and live. Not many people lived after pissing off Ramsay. He put his own brother in the hospital for stealing a toy when they were children. Rage and anger came easily to Ramsay.

He enjoyed what he did. He was very content hurting other people. He loved to watch their reaction and see the go through immense pain. He was a curious man who pushed the limits of each human he touched, just as long as you didn’t push his limits. If you pissed him off as he tortured you, he would only make you go through the pain longer until you begged for him to kill you.

Yes, murder and rage came easily to Ramsay, but this was not rage or murder.

Ramsay couldn’t look away. He watched you being raped. Your consciousness going in and out. Your exhausted body being hit and hurt. Your pretty clothes being ripped apart. His stomach felt sick. His hands shook.

Then Ramsay watched you look at the door. You were waiting for him. You were waiting for him to come through. Brad laughed again and thursted harder.

“What? You think someone’s coming for you? No one’s coming, whore. It’s just you and me.” Brad kept thrusting into you. Ramsay watched you look away from the door, and then finally he watched your passed out body rock back and forth. Then, a white substance covered your body.

“She’s mine, Bolton.” The video ended. Another silence fell over the room like a quiet thunderstorm. No one said a word. Short, nervous breathing and a few beeps from Yellow’s laptop created some noise. Ben stepped up and started to walk towards Ramsay who faced away from everyone, his blue eyes still on the black screen.

Ben reached out to him. “Ramsay—

Ramsay quickly took out his gun and shot the first three Red kings nearest to him. They each fell over clutching their chests. Ramsay quickly reloaded and pointed the gun to Yellow.

“Where is she?” he said, his body was vibrating. “Tell me where she is and I let you live.”

“Ramsay I don’t—

“That’s not an answer,” Ramsay shoots the Red King behind Yellow in the head. The Red King falls over dead. Other Red King start to move and try to exit the room. “No one leaves! The next time someone moves, bang! Bang you’re dead! Bang you’re dead! Bang Bang! Everyone dies.”

Everyone stops moving. Ramsay points the gun at Yellow again. His eyes were burning red. His muscles twitched. “Where is she?”

Yellow tried to stay calm with a gun in his face. “I don’t know. No one does. None of my spies saw her return to the Vale or to Petyr. He sent one more thing.”

“Give it to me.”

Yellow handed over a small box and opened it for Ramsay. Inside of it was a pretty blue bird, dead. A note above it read: “I’ve got your pretty bird, and I’ll send pieces of her to you since you forgot what she looks like just to remind you.”

Ramsay threw the box across the room. He took a machine gun from a Red King and began destroying the big screen. Multiple bullets spread across the wall, breaking the glass. Pieces fell to the ground and shattered. Everyone ducked and waited for Ramsay to stop, but he didn’t.

He reloaded the gun and destroyed the windows, the chairs, the tables, and wounded several others. Grunt and Ben came behind Ramsay and forced him to the ground. His body struggled against the both of them. Yellow took away the machine gun and stepped back with it. Ramsay screamed at the top of his lungs.

“I’M COMING FOR YOU, BRAD! DO YOU HEAR ME? I AM COMING FOR YOUR SOUL!”

The android cemetery (Ch. 26)

The trio enters the beach, two pairs of feet made of flesh and bone, one of plastic. The snow scrunches below their soles as they walk. It is pure white, untouched, pristine. The wind has given it a wavelike texture, like an ocean that you can walk on. Silence hangs over the beach. The world’s hectic is far away. Out here everything is calm, serene. In short, this is a place that has waited for somebody entirely else than these people! Tina picks up a handful of snow.

“Not much to work with, but serviceable.”

At this point Gavin shook his head in irritation. How different from how he usually heard it had Tina’s voice sounded in the video! But of course it would. Daniel’s acoustic module was different from natural hearing. Connor’s hearing was probably even more different and strange. Definitely strange! Gavin had never given that much thought. He knew he should feel appalled, but what he did instead was hugging Daniel tighter. What would his own voice sound like through his partner’s ears, the man wondered?

*Splash!*

The first snowball lands with precision, albeit less force than a human could have put behind it. And this is the only reason Daniel has dared toss it: Without his weighted gloves the former household android’s hands couldn’t seriously harm anybody even if Daniel wanted to. But his manual dexterity is near super-human and his agility considerate.

Tina: “Whoa, Sardines! Gavin’s not joking when he calls you “killer android”!”

A short hesitation, just long enough for Gavin to “revenge” Tina with a surprise shot. His next throw misses.

Daniel: “Just you wait! I’ll get even!”

The next snowball hits Gavin in the chest. Daniel dances across the beach now, dodging snowballs and returning the favor. A heavy baggage drops, to be buried in the sand under the snow. Until this moment the deviant hadn’t been sure if this little “wargame” would not trigger some sort of killer reflex. Not even when the two humans gang up on him or when Tina goes to her knees for a moment does Daniel experience anything different than a playful mood.

Can he trust these humans? Probably not. They may yet backstab him some day. But one thing Daniel is sure of now: If nobody else, he can at least trust himself again.

“Now that’s a kind thought about the man you had just kissed for the first time!” Gavin snorted.

“What thought?”

“Me backstabbing you!”

“Well, I was kinda right, wasn’t I? Given what happened two weeks later… wait, did I say that out loud? The part about trusting you and Tina?”

Only now Daniel realized that he had commented the scene the whole time. Not the Daniel standing here in the apartment, but his older self from January. His thoughts from the past had turned into a narration that accompanied his memory-video now.

“What’s happening?” the deviant gasped. “That’s not what I wanted to show you! That’s not what I wanted to happen!”

The screen flickered, then the snowball fight faded out, to get replaced by different scene: A black cat wearing a collar of green climbed onto Gavin’s lap. Daniel watched as the cat licked his partner’s face. The image blurred, then new scenes followed the ones before in quick succession. Sounds and images, some heartwarming, others disturbing, but many of them too short to make anything out of them. There was something about… salmon grind on sliced bread?

“Nooooo! Not that!” Daniel cried. “That’s private!”

Connor noticed Gavin lick his lips. The particular way the human was looking told Connor that Gavin’s thoughts were not food-motivated, but connected to another kind of hunger. Not in the least interested in the erotic application of salmon breadspread (or anything erotic in regard to Gavin Reed) the android shouted: “Yes! Let’s keep that private! Very private!”

Daniel tried to disconnect from the TV. Jacking out took what felt like an eternity and even afterwards what had been uploaded already was still running its course.

Suddenly the onlookers saw Daniel looking downwards into Connor’s eyes. One eye, more precisely. The other was dead. The deviant hunter was asking questions… something about a place called Jericho…

Emma screamed and the scene changed again. A dark sky… blood in Daniel’s face… the cityscape tumbling over, no, that was himself, falling. Falling…

“And that particular gem I only ever showed Connor!” Daniel whispered.

“Well, this is how memories work for humans”, a visibly shaken Jason Graff said. “Via associations. We cannot shape them into a family movie and obviously a deviant’s brain works exactly the same.”

“So I cannot lie in this mode?”

Jason nodded. Having worked in the Humanization department for years, his grasp on general android coding was a bit rusty, but this was what he felt right at home at. Professional interest had also allowed the man to realize that he was dealing with one, maybe two, deviants here, but just file the discovery as another fact to work with instead of freaking out.

“Worse”, Jason said, “you cannot keep anything private. An interrogator might say “relax” and the next thing he sees is your last lovenight with Mr.  Reed here.”

“Shit…” Daniel muttered. He covered his eyes while the TV screen was running the last of the uploaded material for all to see:

It has come down to it. Two days left of 2039 and then we will have seen the last of Detroit for a month. It will be good to see something different, even though the reason for us leaving is… less than flattering. But here we are, still understaffed and not even a PM700 is left idle in the charging boxes.

Gavin: “No chance but to take you with me today into a city where a mystery android killer’s on the loose…”

Not much of a mystery, Daniel thinks. The android killer is another android. The thought is sickening. Even if Brandon is killing his kin on the Villareal mob’s behalf, as they suspect, it is a fact that he has joined the syndicate out of his free deviant will, knowing full well what he was getting into. Gavin spits on the pavement, then draws a pistol.

Gavin: “Take this! And if you see a suspicious LED, shoot before asking! The gun probably doesn’t outrange Brandon’s sending range, so take it out before it can even think of initiating contact!”

Daniel accepts the pistol without thinking at first. Then he remembers getting handed a similar one by Lieutenant Anderson three months ago, when they had rescued Connor from the vice-mayor’s home. Daniel hadn’t used the weapon, not even on Connor. Alright, he had tried using it on Connor, but only to wound, of course!

Or had he?

Back in fall the android had been little more than a talking household appliance indeed, still shocked into submission and dropping the occasional sarcastic comment at best. Ever since, Daniel has re-won his former confidence. And it dawns to him that holding a gun again is probably a very bad idea. Because what will stay his hand this time, now that his fears have left him?

Daniel: “Take it back, please! I couldn’t accept a weapon even if I was a human! I’m just an auxiliary, no officer.”

Gavin: “Pfft! At this rate you’re going to make Captain before I’ll be Sergeant! Did you know our beloved inspector bitch sent Hank and me each a certificate for exemplary success in android training? So today we’re going to practice walking the neighborhood without killing people, acting patrol officer Phillips!”

Daniel: “No! I can’t… really not! Damn you, Gavin, couldn’t you at least have given me an empty one?! Take it back! Take it back, take it back, take it back!”

But exactly that Gavin cannot do, even if he had wanted. There is no telling if not some reflex might kick in, causing Daniel to shoot at the human who attempts to disarm him. They all have noticed Daniel wince when Gavin suggested paintball as a teambuilding project the day before. The prospect of holding a weapon, even a toy, is frightening Daniel for good reason. With his weighted gloves the household android can hit as hard as a human. With a firearm, to the contrary, he is vastly superior. And with his temper you never know what might happen.

The way the android is shivering, the most likely outcome is an outdoors lamp in the second floor needing to be replaced within the next two minutes.

Standing… Staring…

Then a quick action and then an android head sinking down on the detective’s shoulder.

Gavin: “Congrats, Sardines, you shot the perennial dandelion. I agree it was loitering there in a provocative fashion.”

Daniel: “I cannot do this… Please don’t make me!”

Gavin: “If I step aside, you’ll fall.”

Daniel: (no reaction) Gavin: (steps aside)

Daniel (falling): “Damn you!”

Sitting… still staring, but decidedly not each other.

Gavin: “I’ve talked to my parents and to Hank, yes, to Hank! And we agreed that you’ve come a long way already. Not the whole distance, though. You want to belong, but that goes two ways. We need to be able to trust you, too. And inevitably there’d have come the day to take it to the test. Today seems as good as any other. Come on, man up!”

Daniel: “Hear, hear! It must be dawn - the apes in the jungle start clamoring!”

Gavin: “I don’t have time for your insults - I dropped my pocket calculator!”

Daniel: “Right… about that…”

Daniel wriggles out of the embrace and rams his fist hard into Gavin’s stomach. Then he sits upright and watches with satisfaction how the human is cringing, still holding the officer’s pistol loosely in the other hand.

Eventually they grab each other’s hands and stand up again.

Gavin: “I’ll tick “correctly judging the appropriate level of violence” off your list of lessons.”

Daniel: “Looks like it. Got a holster to go with the gun?”

Gavin: “Yep. Here! - Oh, and one more thing: when the Andersons ask how it went, you tell them we had an enlightening talk consisting of reasoning, respect and all that other mature crap!”

“So that’s how it happened? But you told us you had an enlightening talk cons…” Connor started to protest back in the present. When he saw Daniel and Gavin grin, he stopped. “Ah. Right. I see. Suckers.”

On the android’s lap an eggshell-colored cat with a blueish grey mask was kneading his legs while wearing a world-removed expression. Nobody had noticed it making itself comfortable there, not even Connor. Sometime during the video the android had realized that he was stroking something and just continued doing so. Loki purred, but stopped whenever he realized what he was doing.

“We are even now, Con���”, Daniel claimed. “Next to lie to the other pays a thirium sherbet.”

And that was it. They had reached a point where they were seriously considering sitting down together and having that sherbet, even throw in a blue smurf ice cream for Hank, Tina and Gavin, none of which had exactly made their life easy in 2038. But everything they had achieved might still get invalidated by a single phone call of Mr. Graff’s. Emma and the androids turned towards the CyberLife employee. Tense, disdainful, even daring him to give them a reason to slap him. Violence was still an option, Jason realized. The deviants certainly were not choir boys and neither were their human allies preaching sunshine and photosynthesis. But even if the worst would come to pass, it would be the result of a conscious decision, not because some lines of code had corrupted and were forcing the android into a killing spree.

That much Jason understood now.

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It is useless to try to ignore Ezekiel’s vision of The Wheel, for the make and the destructive work of The Wheel was foretold before it came to pass. The disbeliever believes that which he sees present and not that which is prophesied to come. That is why he is the loser and takes the course to hell, because he disbelieves in that which is prophesied to come about a particular day. This is what the enemy is trying to do today with the Black Man. He is fascinating him with #sport and play and indecency and the doing of evil to keep him from going to the God Who is present. You never thought the day would come when you would see your wife, mother and old grey-haired women walking down the street today, half-nude. A few years ago they would not have dared to come out into the public like that. But now they do so because the devil has put his approval on this kind of attire. They desire to please the devil. They do whatever the devil bids them to do. The devil desires to take the Black man with him to his DOOM. Let us not classify the prophets as liars and ignore their prophecies for we may cause our self-destruction through belief in the devil instead of belief in the God of Righteousness. There is no known equal of the Mother Plane. This is the reason why she is called the Mother Plane. The Mother Plane is made for the purpose of destroying the present world. She has no equal. Do not marvel at the make of this plane, since it is from the God Who made the universe of floating planets and stars which are supported only by the Power of Allah in their rotation in their orbits. #Allah (God) Whom came in the Person of Master Fard Muhammad, to Whom praises are due forever, taught me that the Mother plane is a little human-made planet. Is it not simple for Allah (God) to make a new planet if He wants to? The Mother Plane is capable of staying out of the earth’s gravity for a whole year. He is capable of producing her own sphere of oxygen and hydrogen, as any other planet is able to do. The Mother Plane carries the same type of bomb on her that our Black scientists dropped on the planet earth to bring up mountains out of the earth after the planet earth was created. The knowledge of how to do this has not been given to the world (White race), nor will they ever get this kind of knowledge. The knowledge of the world is limited. If the devil would get this type of knowledge we could just say that we are goners. However, they are not able to attain this type of knowledge. What does a six day old baby (white race) look like trying to compete with a six year old child (Black Nation)? For the six year old child can run all out in the yard and play. He can eat solid food. The power of the six day old baby is limited. The knowledge and power of this world’s life (white race) is limited. The world of the white man was made from what he found and what he has seen and learned from the work of the original Black man. The white race is far from being able to equal the power and wisdom of the original Black man. The Mother Plane and her work is a display of the power of the mightiest God, Master Fard Muhammad, to Whom praises are due forever. Master Fard Muhammad, to Whom praises are due forever, is the Wisest and Best Knower; He is the Mightiest of Them ALL. "O wheel," says the prophet Ezekiel. She was so high up in the sky that she looked dreadful. She is capable of staying away from you who plan the destruction of her. She is capable of confusing you who would try to reach her with your means of destruction. There are scientists on the Mother Plane who know what you are thinking about before the thought materializes (Holy Qur’an Ch. 50:16). Therefore, it is IMPOSSIBLE to try to attack the Mother Plane. She can attack you, but you cannot attack her. The Mother Plane can hide behind other stars and make herself INVISIBLE to the eye because she does not have to wait on a power from the earth. She can produce her own power to go wherever she desires to go in space. The Mother Plane is not like your little bullets or cameras which are powered by your limited power. The Bible prophesies that today Allah (God) wishes to make known to us that He is God. He wishes to be respected as the SUPERIOR God. He wishes ALL LIFE in the universe to know that He is the GREATEST. The #Muslim recognizes Allah (God) to be the GREATEST. He always repeats "Thou art the greatest. There is no god Like unto Thee, None deserves to be served or worshipped besides thee." O mighty wheel. I repeat, that there is plenty of significance to the make of the Mother Plane. There is much significance to the course of operation of her work. Space here in this book is limited, but what Allah (God) taught me concerning the Mother Plane could be put into book-form. O wheel, made to rock the earth and to heave up mountains upon the earth. O wheel, destroyer of nations. No wonder the prophet Isaiah prophesied that the "earth shall reel to and fro like a drunkard..." (Bible; Is. 24:20). Let us seek refuge in Allah (God) from the destructive work to come from this Mother of planes." Honorable Elijah Muhammad: Fall of America 

Hank Pym taught me that there are choices beyond programming! Janet Van Dyne, that there was beauty in the smallest of people. Pietro Maximoff, that if one's father is evil, it does not mean the child must be! Clint Barton, that there is no such thing as a powerless man! And Wanda, my dear Wanda... taught me that even an android can love!

Universe X #X by Alex Ross, written by Jim Krueger and drawn by Dougie Braithwaite

I love it when the wind is blowing really hard and Vision's cape is going crazy because you know they're intentionally letting that happen for the drama. If Vision wasn't a synthezoid they would have been a great theatre actor I think.

What you've got to understand is while Simon definitely sees Vision as the very best version of himself, the version of himself he knows he could never be because he's too scared, self-centred and not attracted enough to women to be, Vision also wishes they could be like Simon; human. Normal. Someone who fits in. Obviously Simon is nonhuman and doesn't really fit in but he's accepted in the public eye, and for all of his fucked up upbringing and difficulties he is ultimately a normal guy. Simon has very realistic human reactions to a lot of things that make him an outlier in a lot of ways. He understands people in a way Vision, who was only ever intended as a weapon or as an Avenger, never as a normal person, does not, and probably never can, and I think Vision really yearns for that understanding.

Obviously both of these are idealised versions of each other but I do think Vision is more realistic about who Simon is, really, because Vision as a person is someone who strives to be realistic, but it is interesting to me that both of them want something the other has. Especially because they're obviously so similar in a lot of ways, as you would expect with shared brainwaves. Two sides of the same coin, sharing the same soul etc etc.

Top 5 Vision moments. Bonus points for lesbian energy.

1) I know this is exactly five but when you ask for lesbian energy I must show their very interesting fashion tastes. Somewhere between golf dad and drag king on a day off. I'm obsessed.

2) This way of sitting is just.....

3) "she comes to me, an angel in scarlet, and I know I am awake for no dream could be so divine" is an insane line. A formative experience when getting into comics.

4) this hug with Jennifer is so.........

5) there's something just fundamentally a bit queer to me about being so immediately recognised as the same by the Monster, the poster child for not fitting into society's expectations and complicated relationships with your father/creator. Much to think about!

Top 5 favorite vision panels?

okay ive basically answered this however im also very autistic so im going to give another 5 panels i love 💪💪 red synthezoid makes brain go brrrrrrrr

1) vision and kitty :3333 looks very gentle and very soft

2) okay these r two pages but something about Vision and Pietro's Spock and Bones esque dynamic where they both do not tolerate each other and yet deeply care about each other is so funny. Vision essentially saying "you wish you were like me" is so fucking funny. Like??!?!?!?

3) "you train, fleshy one" is always a delight

4) Vision being very good with babies specifically because that was the only time they really got with Billy and Tommy is something that is always... Vision would have been a good parent and they were a good parent for the short period of time they got with them. It's so 💔

5) I like it when Vision is a bit of a nerd... acting like they're in a fighting game while battling another a.i. They should do more silly stuff like this it pleases me

idk something about maleness always being treated as a default for vision because of jim because of simon. because ultron happened to use two bases of men to make his weapon that's what vision has been saddled with forever. but vision never quite ever managed to fully be what society expected or wanted a man to be and learned very early on that that wasn't them but constantly strove for it and treated it as the be all end all of achieving humanity. that being human and being a man where fundamentally linked and became more and more distant and upset as it became clear throughout their life that they could not succeed at one and so fundamentally must have failed at the other. the fact that either they were a weapon or an imitation of a man and never themselves. never just vision. idk. put some pronouns on that beast.

... u know?