Skyscraper of the Plains

You just have to Look

The gods haven’t left us, but some say they are forgotten

Zeus roars his battle cry as lightning strikes skyscrapers and thunder rolls over corn fields and grassy plains.

Hera sings a lullaby to the crying newborn babies every night and hold the hand of those born early, those fighting to survive.

Artemis screams her protest in the voices of every woman, young and old, as they raise their fists for equality.

Demeter whistles through the streets of cities, rustling the leaves of scarce trees, reminding the concrete jungle of the jungles around them.

Poseidon bellows through the foghorns of steam ships, cruise liners and cargo ships as they dock into the harbour.

Hephaestus hammers his forge’s red fires with the punch of a time-clock and in the muscles strains of the working man.

Apollo blasts his voice through every headphone, earbud and speaker turned way too loud.

Ares’ battle cry echoes through a stadium as the crowd cheers after a national anthem is played.

Aphrodite whispers in the giggles and “I love you"s said between lovers intimating.

Hermes laughs in the roar of every engine and the gurgle of gasoline through the pump.

Dionysus cheers in the spirit of every young person celebrating themselves and making their lives enjoyable.

Athena hums in the silence of a late night library visit, in the turn of a page and the scratch of a pen.

Hestia smiles in every host saying “come in”, in every oven’s beeping, and the sigh of relaxation in ones home.

Hades beams in every dark humoured joke, in every Halloween night, and in every morning after.

They say the gods are gone, forgotten and a world away.
But they are here, if you look for them.

Expedition to Sol2487-3 Pt.4

“This is the weirdest ride of my life” noted Xato Nexgrra. I could only consent him. Our platoon of eleven, sitting in a CARDBOX, big enough it could have been a scouting ship, attending to our incapacitated member while being carried by a foreign race’s pup, which had the size of a legitimate skyscraper, stomping through the endless plains. Each step of the tremendous creature echoed in our heads and brought us dozens of IFPS standard steps ahead. With our improvised vessel in one and the smaller vicious gazing beast - a cat, as Dr. Proaxl could tell us after touching the giant pup’s mind - in the other hand, the giant crossed the lands in an astonishing swift manner.

“So exactly how is this giant going to help us?” I asked Dr. Proaxl.
The doc, while easing Loxxar Kraes’ pain by mental attendance as best as she could, answered to me.
“It’s taking us to its home, where we will find shelter, food, medical equipment and - so all your religious deities are at our side - the support of its family. For this it would be great if we all could communicate with them. Mindtouching is really tiresome and I don’t want to translate between you as our leader and this world’s inhabitants the whole time, so… Üprrkl, how’s it going?”
The annoying Pjörecian scientist had gone silent for a while now and hatched on the task Dr. Proaxl had ordered him.
A brilliant move of her, both shutting him up and giving his undoubtedly enormous brain something better to do than analysing the non-existing chances of our survival.
“Not bad, the data you collected from the pup’s mind are feeding our intercom’s translation codes. They are fragmentary, and at first glance I would say this specimen does not understand its own language’s grammatic rules quite well - or those rules are so broken and arbitrary I for myself can’t wrap my brain around their structure - but its quite the basis. Some rudimentary communication with natives should be possible at least, until you are able to widen the database by mindtouching a - let’s say more experienced - specimen.”
“OK, then let’s try it” I said and formed with my forelimbs a funnel before my mouth. “Hey! You!” I yelled towards our ride.
“It’s name is Max” filled Dr. Proaxl me in.
“Hey! Max! Can you understand me?!”
“YE… I… UN… U…!” The roaring voice echoed in our whole bodies and stressed the intercom’s abilities.
“Maybe I should build in a filter that pitches the tune up and the volume down” suggested Üprrkl. “Wait a moment.” He manipulated his own intercom and shared the changes to the others. “Now.”
“I’ll try again, Max!” I shouted again. “We couldn’t understand you! Say something, please!”
We flinched under the noise.
“You aren’t too quit, you are too loud! Volume down, please!”
“Oh, sorry. Better?”
“That’s it. Good work, Üprrkl. Ok, Max, we can understand you now. How far is it to your home?”
“Why? We’re here!”

Due to the sunset and the speed, we hadn’t even noticed the sudden difference in the scenery. We entered some gigantic building and the reddish yellow light of the sun changed to the cold blue shining of electric lights. Of course this building had to be gigantic, given the fact the giant carrying us - Max – was only a pup, the house of its family must have been astronomic to our standards. It was just reasonable. But nevertheless we were struck speechless, for this building was for real taller as you could see.
Max brought us in through a huge gate – or was it a simple door? It was archaic, moving around a pivot without any means of electromotoric assistance. Then he brought us upwards by stairs into his room. Beside the electric lights there were no proofs of advanced technologies. At least those giants seemed to be far away from space travel and so they posed no threat for the IFPS for now.
“Wait here, I’ll get some food and medicine. What do you need?” asked Max, the giant.
“Something to prevent inflammation and a narcotic against pain” answered Dr. Proaxl. As a bodyless being, it was only natural for here to ignore the offered food.
So I added to her request: “Some water and something filling and easy to swallow, please.”
Max showed quite the troubled face, but nevertheless left us alone in his room. Thank Xaleates he took that “cat” with him, wouldn’t have wanted to be left alone with that.

After a short while we heard those gigantic steps approaching again, but this time it seemed to be four legs.
“Please Mom”, we heard Max’ voice from behind the door, “just promise me you don’t freak out!”
“Maxwell, I dare you, if you took in a spider or a snake, you’ll sleep in the garage tonight!”
The door swung open and a way taller giant came in, the head covered in lots and lots of those swirly filaments nearly every living thing here had – hair, as Dr. Proaxl told us.
The bigger giant glimpsed at us.
“Quick!” insisted Dr. Proaxl, “Wave one of your forelimps and bare your fangs! It’s a gesture of greetings.”
We did as she told us – but…
My eyesight went blank, my hearing broke down, my intercom went sparkling and – I admit it with disgust – I had lost control of some of my digestive organs for a moment. When I regained my senses, I found more than half of my men on the ground, struggling for breath. And even Dr. Proaxl, whose nebulous body usually shimmered in a sparkling yellow white, now smouldered in a nauseous looking green.
My hearing was still burrowed under a constant screaming noise, but I registered the muffled rough roar coming from the gate. And through my limbs I felt the tremors of a vast approaching third giant.
Just when would this superlative end? The third one was even taller than the second, by at least two heads. And I mean their heads, not mine. It gestured to the second, the second to Max, and Max gestured to us. And all of them made those annoying roaring noises. My head went numb.
Then finally, the biggest one made a wide gesture and the noises stopped. I remember the face of that giant coming nearer and nearer until it filled all of my field of vision. Then my mind went black.

When I came to my senses again, the biggest giant was talking to a still green shimmering Dr. Proaxl, but I couldn’t follow their talking, so I interrupted them.
“How long have I…?”
“Just seconds, captain. Don’t worry.”
“Oh, you are the captain?” asked the gigantic giant. He oppressed his voice with one of his limbs and tried to be as quiet as he could. Plenty of noise still, nevertheless. “Nice to meet you.”
“This is Captain Bcao Kjuk Mrra, Leading Officer of our expedition ship, and this here is Dr. Smith, Max’ father and biologist of this planet the natives call “Earth”” introduced Dr. Proaxl.
“I apologize in behalf of my wife” began the giant. “Our voices must have quite the destructive force to your bodies. We intended no harm to you, we were just… overwhelmed by your appearance. I mean, it’s just natural, that someday, eventually, someone from out there… I mean now, that after all this time finally…” The giant began quiet, but unknowingly it got louder and louder, like a little boy who couldn’t hide his joy about a new toy. Then Dr. Smith coughed slightly and got quiet again. “Ahem… my apologies. Let’s concentrate at the task at hand. Max said, one of your group is injured?”
“Yes, Loxxar Kraes. He got wounded by a … hamster is what Max mind called it” answered Dr. Proaxl.
“Oh you encountered a field hamster? God, you’re lucky the crop’s plenty. In spring, when it’s their season and the food resources are scarce, they go savage for any intruder in their yard. Some fairly random facts the least of my people knew, but for someone in your… position… it would have been crucial intel. Ok, I see. That breastplate absorbed most of the impact. Some sturdy material you got there. The wound is… what’s that?”
“A force field to keep the wound steril” answered the misty Doc.
“Fascinating” mumbled the giant Doc.
Two in their element. I decided to leave them be. Then the giant Doc asked.
“How do you stand alcohol?”
“For disinfecting? Isopropanol should do…”
“No, no, I mean, how do you stand drinking ethanol?”
Did that monster just say “Drinking ethanol”?!?!

BBS GTA Gang AU (H2OVanoss) Part 3

Again, thank you so much for all the positive feedback, reblogs and likes. They really make my day and I literally can’t even right now.
Just a quick disclaimer before the chapter starts: I tried to make Delirious’ looks a mixture of the fanart and his GTA player model and some general headcanon ideas I have adapted during my time in this fandom. I hope you’re content with how I describe him.

Chapter 2:

Delirious had always hated elevators or any small confined spaces that could that could potentially fall from the sky, crash and kill him in seconds in general really. He never understood what kind of madman would invent a scary machine like that and he tried to avoid them as often as he could. Unfortunately that was not the case today. The headquarters of The Don’s crew were located in one of the highest skyscrapers in Los Santos. 
Hidden in plain sight.
Delirious thought about how Vanoss would react if he found out that his enemy was hiding right under his nose. The thought amused him and he laughed quietly to himself, causing the men beside him to exchange uneasy, worried glances. They were his own man, people he had hired to help him with some of his missions. Delirious knew that they were all a little afraid of him and he did nothing to discourage that. They didn’t need to like him, they needed to function. When he stepped into the office The Don was standing at the big window front, his back turned towards the entrance, showing no signs that he had noticed the assassin and his henchmen.

Just one little push, Delirious thought but quickly pushed the thought away. He wasn’t here to kill The Don. He was here to negotiate. Although the clear disrespect the tall, lean man in front of him showed him was unnerving to say the least and the assassin had problems holding back a growl.
Finally The Don turned around, walked back to his table und sat down. He didn’t even bother offering the masked man a seat. Delirious grit his teeth, annoyed. He took the opportunity to give the gang leader a look over. He had sun-tanned skin. His eyes were small and almost jet black. They had something restless the way they flickered from one place in the room to the next, never finding something to focus. Delirious saw what seemed like a dozen golden and silver rings glistening on his long, slim fingers that were folded on the table.

“Speak.” The Don ordered and it took him an immense amount of self-control not to jump over the desk und slit the gang leader’s throat.
“Two days ago I was contacted by a man that you know as Vanoss.” He said and waited for a reaction but if he was surprised he didn’t show it.
“I suppose he wanted to ask you for your help because he wanted revenge for the unfortunate incident at the warehouse.”
“Correct.” The hitman confirmed.
“So you’re here to kill me then.”
“No. I’m here to consider my options. You see, Vanoss didn’t just want to hire me. He offered me a place in his gang.”
“That sounds indeed very tempting. Are you planning on accepting his offer?”
“I’m not sure yet.” Delirious said and studied his nails. “Depends.”
“On what?”
“You think I’m going to offer you better conditions? A place in my crew?” The Don laughed. It sounded like a hyena. “And why would I do that? Why would I want you in my gang? I don’t have use for a little cut-throat like you. Who do you think you are? Coming here, making demands, thinking I’m afraid of you. Let me tell you a secret- I’m not afraid of anyone and you… you need to learn your place in this society.” He paused, sneering cruelly. “I think you need a lesson about respect.”
Then, suddenly, everything happened in the blink of an eye. The Don pulled a gun and fired, effectively taking down the assassin’s men, before finally pointing the gun at him. Delirious didn’t even flinch, though internally he was fuming. He didn’t particularly like these guys but killing them was just… wasteful and unnecessary. He began to understand how Vanoss must feel.
Delirious put up his hands defensively and said lightly:
“It was just a question, man. I get it. No need for violence. Look, I’m already on my way out.”
He backed up towards the exit slowly, cautiously eying the gun that was still pointed at his head. He didn’t really think, The Don would actually shoot him. He had made his point clear. Killing his men was a warning for him not to step out of line.
“Good.” The Don answered with a sly grin. “Close the door behind you.”

“Four days.” Tyler said. “It’s been four days and he still hasn’t contacted us.”
They were standing on top of the roof of their headquarters. It was a rather large building that had enough space for business and also for personal apartments for some of the higher ranking members of the gang, including Vanoss and Wildcat.
“You need to calm down, Tyler. He said, he’s going to tell us his decision and he will.”
“What? You trust him now?”
“That would be stupid. You were right. He is a nut job, total wildcard. Nevertheless, he’s useful. Do you want to get Craig back or not? “
“We don’t even know if he’s still alive.” Tyler huffed. “Evan, every day that we’re waiting for his decision the chances of getting him back are getting smaller and smaller. I still don’t understand why you insist on recruiting that maniac.”
“Because he is supposed to be the best and if that’s true I’d rather know him on our side than anyone else’s. It won’t be enough to just kill The Don. We have to destroy his gang entirely otherwise someone else will just take over after him and I believe that Delirious is the key to achieving that.”
“Now THAT’S very flattering.” A voice behind them spoke. In the blink of an eye, Wildcat and Vanoss spun around and pointed their guns at the source of the voice. It was a man, dressed all in black and tanned. He was almost the same height as Evan. If he had to guess he would say he man was a few years older than him but he wasn’t sure. Dark hair, blue eyes and a cocky smirk beneath a slightly freckled nose. The face was unknown but the voice was hard  not to  recognize.  
“The one and only.” The assassin chirped. Baffled, Vanoss lowered his gun. Wildcat seemed to hesitate for a moment but followed his example in the end.
“How the fuck did you get here?” Tyler asked.
“I would be very bad at my job if I wasn’t even able to break into simple gang headquarters, right?”
Evan felt uneasy about the fact, that he could apparently be found so easily and made a quick mental note to check his security systems as soon as possible.  
“You’re not wearing a mask.” Wildcat stated the obvious. “I heard you never show your face.”
“I never show my face to people who have no business knowing what I look like but I thought, when I join your gang I should give you the chance to see my dashing good looks.” Delirious answered, flashing them a toothy grin.
“That means, you’re accepting our offer.” Vanoss said.
“Only under one condition.” The assassin replied, stepping closer to them, the smile now gone. “When the time comes, I want to be the one who kills him.”
Vanoss looked at Wildcat, who shrugged. Then he turned back to Delirious.

As always, please let me know what you think of the chapter. I’m always happy to hear opinions and I’ll try to reply to questions as good as I can :)

Punk!Luke - WILD ROSE (part 1)

A/N: Since Punk!Luke is messing with my feels lately I came up with this idea of a story. I’m planning to make more parts if you guys will like it! :) Please let me know if you do and enjoy reading! xx - N

Pairing: Luke & Y/N

Word count: 4.900 +

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RTX was more than “just a convention”

It was more than “Just an experience.” 

It was something I needed. 

Not just because I needed to get out of the house, or needed a break from homelife, no, I needed to see a new perspective.

I live in the north central part of Wisconsin. Now, I don’t know if you know this, but Wisconsin is made of tiny little towns. I was born in a city with a population of a little over 8,000 people, and and only currently living in a “city” of 22,000 people. 

We drove from Wisconsin to Texas. I had never been on a real road trip before. I had never driven more than an hour at a time before. I had never seen homeless people on the streets. I never had pho noodles. I never saw a Sonic before, but I sure as hell had seen commercials for them. I never saw the sun rise and fall and not sleep in between. I never had been in any other state besides Upper Michigan and “Florida” (which really means Disney world, and I don’t think that counts tbh.) 

I had never seen Skyscrapers before. I had never seen plains that roll on for miles and miles. I had never seen a wind farm before. I’d never seen rows and rows of Corn. 

I never saw interesting and fascinating people walking the streets. I’d never been in a city where you CAN’T see the stars at night. 

I got to see real artists for the first time at RTX. I got to see people I only had dreams of seeing before, and I don’t mean the people from RT, I’m talking about people like ejraptor and sexyslowmotrash. I was recognized for my art, EVEN THOUGH IT WAS NOTHING MORE THAN A SKETCH.

I was recognized by someone who I had never spoken to before, and you don’t understand just how validating that felt. Like all this time I’ve been talking into this blue site, for it to finally feel REAL.

I realized for the first time that I’ve been living in a very, very limited bubble. That there is so much to the world. And to cross it all from north to south (and vice versa) in 24 hours makes it all seem so much more reachable than I had ever realized. 

I’m a 22 year old woman, and I’d never experienced life before.

So this experience, was something I needed. More than I ever could have known before setting out.