hand implant

twentyeightghosts  asked:

I SAW YOUR "#cyberpunk baze x chirrut?" TAG AND NOW I'M THINKING -- chirrut as the badass techno-monk still loyal to his destroyed order, baze as a Bodyguard For Hire With A Big Gun, ughhhhh i can see it so clearly in my head and i love it

Star Wars is basically one step away from cyberpunk anyway, just add more neon and stick everyone on one planet instead of a billion, et voilà.

Chirrut works as a technomancer, able to communicate with and manipulate computers directly without needing code or terminals or cybernetic implants. He came by his abilities not through the self-taught survival-of-the-fittest lessons of the street, nor through sinister experimentation by one of the Megacorps, but through good old-fashioned techno-religion. His bond with the very web of cyberspace becomes the stuff of legends on both the mainstream and shadow ‘nets. This flickering presence known as The Monk, who slips through firewalls and cyber sentries like so much tissue paper, who runs his digital fingers through classified archives and top-security files pretty much whenever and however he pleases, whose reported exploits far exceed the number of places he’s actually been in.

Even glimpsing his avatar requires feats of hacking accessible only to the top tiers of hackers, the legends say, and a confirmed Monk sighting goes onto a person’s net profile like an elite badge of honor, good for both reputations and credit accounts. The legends have also embroidered the description of Chirrut’s avatar way beyond the actual mask of bits and bytes that he assumes when he goes into cyberspace - he particularly enjoys the fanfics that feature flames, or improbably giant swords, or improbably glowing armor, or all three at once - but most of them eventually boil down to a few common threads: a beautiful man with Chinese features, wearing traditional robes, disarming your defenses in a single glance of his eerie, blank white eyes.

But as invincible as The Monk may be in cyberspace, commanding the very hardware of its machinery to bend to his will, he has a weakness. Which is simply the weakness of any hacker, down to the most ordinary - when he’s plugged in, he can’t defend his own body.

Company enforcers know that. Rival hackers know that. Anyone Chirrut has ever crossed, from the Megacorp that bought out and razed his religious order, to the most recent two-bit mob boss he humiliated and laid bare to the sharks of the underworld, and continuing on down the list, knows that.

So that’s where Baze comes in. 

Baze - to put it in the simplest terms - has a really big gun.

He started life as a fully organic, ordinary genetic human. That’s all ancient history by now, seriously - the reason why his Wuxing IST-Tech 45 plasma-cell cannon has so much concentrated firepower, and why it’s so deadly accurate in his hands, is because strictly speaking, there’s no boundary between the cannon and his hands. Cybernetic implants in his limbs, his body, his eyes - even his brain - turn him into a living weapon, one that maintains the firepower and accuracy even if by some miracle he’s separated from his primary weapon. 

His reputation takes longer to grow and spread than Chirrut’s, in part because it’s a fair few years before anyone realizes the quiet-but-menacing mercenary with minor-but-solid street cred operating in a single medium-size city within the Sino-Pacific Trade Group is connected to the much-rumored but somehow even more elusive bodyguard of the internationally-famous Monk. Is, in fact, the same person. (Chirrut still likes to gleefully send him text strings from shadow ‘net forums regarding wild conspiracy theories pulling together highly improbable shreds of evidence to pinpoint the entirely wrong person as the identity of The Monk’s Protector.)

As Chirrut’s daring deeds spread across cyberspace, undermining corporate structures, propping up rebellions, sabotaging exploitative operations, declawing predators and giving teeth to prey, so too does the manhunt for The Monk. Over the years, Baze stops taking as many merc jobs that require him to leave Chirrut’s side, because he simply cannot trust that his partner won’t hook into the ‘net while he’s gone, dancing with wild abandon across the strands of the matrix that runs their world. And, incidentally, leaving himself a completely empty physical shell lying comatose amongst cushions on the floor of their shared apartment. A heavily fortified apartment, but still.

After one particularly long week, which features three highway chases, four days of hopping from safehouse to safehouse, thirty hired hitmen (spaced out over the week), too much expended ammunition to bear thinking about, and a fuckload of cleanup - flesh-eating nanobots do not come cheap, let me tell you, and neither do plasma cartridges - Baze decides to say something. 

“You could at least take a few paying jobs, since I can’t anymore,” he grumbles while he takes one of his guns apart for maintenance. “Thanks to you,” he adds, because sometimes it takes many repetitions of an idea for Chirrut to come to grips with it.

“Yes, we will eventually starve. Soon I will be nothing but an insubstantial ghost, just a spirit swaying in the digital breeze, blown wherever the matrix wills it. I think I’d make quite an attractive ghost, don’t you think?” Chirrut says, leaning back from his meditation pose and stretching, tilting his chin up and exposing a delicious stretch of throat that has Baze clamping down on a highly annoyed spark of lust. “You, on the other hand, would make for quite a large lump of a corpse, come to think of it. Hmm.”

Baze snorts. “You didn’t act like you were kissing a corpse last night,” he says, and Chirrut waves a hand.

“No, no, you’re right. I prefer you in non-corpse-form. Very well then,” and he unfolds with the startling grace that he has - the same physical capability that’s stymied more than one assassin expecting an infirm, out-of-shape hacker - and bounds over to fold into Baze’s lap, who hastily retracts the gun into his arm compartment. Chirrut cups his cheek, running light fingers over exposed metal ridges and surgery scarring. “For you, my beloved, I will take a paying contract. How much should the Monk charge for his services, I wonder?”

Baze raises an eyebrow under Chirrut’s hand, not bothering to conceal his surprise at his partner’s easy capitulation. “For you? You could probably ask for anything you want. Couple million creds, to start with, and going up from there.”

Chirrut’s pupils contract in the way that indicates he’s pulling something up on his internal HUD. “I have here a humble request,” he says, stretching out the word ‘humble.’ “From someone designating herself Mon Mothma. Came in just a few hours ago.”

Baze raises his other eyebrow. Mon Mothma of Alliance Corp? Everyone in the shadow world knows by now it’s just a front for one of the many proletarian movements seeking to break the grip of the oligarchy. Ironic that she’s funding it with wealth gained through her own corporation. But she can pay handsomely. 

Chirrut bends forward to kiss his eyebrows. “I take it you approve.”

“You’ve vetted it already,” Baze says. 

Chirrut scoffs. “You could have left that thought unvoiced and saved yourself the energy,” he says, and Baze rolls his eyes.

“When’s the verification meeting?”

“Tomorrow, in the Prosperity District. At a very nice café for the finest tea in the region, the reviews tell me.” 

Right in the heart of downtown, in the shadow of every major Megacorp skyscraper in the SPTG. Baze sighs. “I’ll get out your good suit. Try not to get yourself killed.”

“Mon Mothma asked for you, too. By name.” Chirrut smiles radiantly, inordinately pleased for no reason Baze can think of. 

He grunts and wraps his hands around Chirrut’s waist. “We’ll have to pull the rich-asshole-and-his-bodyguard act again.” Baze’s visible modifications aren’t unusual in the bowels of the city, down at street level, but would stand out as unspeakably gauche if he tried to pass himself off as a plutocrat on the 200th floor of some shiny fuck-off corporate complex.

“If we must,” Chirrut dismisses. Then he pushes Baze flat on the floor and slides down, grin glittering wickedly, and proceeds to make Baze prove - repeatedly - that he is very much, definitely, decidedly not a corpse.

(Sidenote: Baze does in fact own a super rad cyberpunk motorcycle that leaves neon streaks in the darkness when he and Chirrut ride through the rain-soaked alleys of their city, because the Rule Of Cool turned the knob up to 11 on this pair, and everyone knows it.)

Keeping Time Part 1 (Tim Drake x Reader)

Schninner: Okay guys, so this wasn’t requested, and I still have more to do, but I’ve had this idea for a series for a while now and have FINALLY figured out how to write it! I’m super pumped how it turned out, and I hope you enjoy it just as much as I did writing it! XD

(Reader is a girl)

Warnings: Kidnaping, mentions of torture, swearing, THE ANGST!!!!

Word count: 1157

Tagging: @maruthor @the-singing-canary @preppygothica @cuddles-for-cassie @comicbookworm @alfred-the-cat-writes @angstytodd @isabellegunawan @speedypan(I hope you all don’t mind that I tagged you, I just got really excited for how it tuned out and I wanted to share my joy :D)

Part 2

Master List


Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. The faint noise of a clock sounded from inside the silent room.

“Tiiiiiim,” You lazily cried, leaning your head over the arm of the chair, letting your [H/C] hair fall over the side. You looked at the upside down back of your boyfriend’s head, who was hunched over his laptop

“mmhmm?” He hummed in response not bothering to look towards you.

“I’m bored, let’ do something!” you groaned, throwing your arms above your head in exasperation.

“mmhmm, that’s nice sweetie.” He automatically responded with his voice in monotone.

You pouted, sticking your lower lip out, while rolling over right side up. You leaned on your elbows, and scrunched your eyebrows in irritation.

“Tim?”

“yes?”

“I’m pregnant.”

“That’s nice hun.”

That was it. No sign of shock, or of emotion at all to be exact. Just the same old monotone voice as he sat hunched over the screen. You rolled off the couch and onto the floor with a thud. Hopping to your feet, you made your way over to your boyfriend until your reached his side. Crossing your arms, you gave Tim a disapproving look, watching his eyes dance back and forth across the screen, his face illuminated with bright light.

Something shiny caught your eye, causing you to tear your harsh gaze from Tim’s face and to his wrist where a silver watch rested. A devious smile came across your face as a ploy formed in your mind. You subtly inched your hand closer to his until it was resting on the watch, and using your best pick pocketing and sneaking skills, you managed to slip the watch from his wrist without him noticing.

You beamed victoriously, stepping away from him and putting the beautiful dev8ce on your own wrist. You held your hand out in front of you, enjoying how the light reflected if the smooth surface. You made quite a show, waving your hand in the air with your newly stolen watch resting comfortably on your wrist, so much so, that you had managed to catch Tim’s attention.

He cocked his head to the side and rubbed is sleepy eyes, “[F/N], is that my watch?”

“Whaaaat?!” you feigned a look of shock pointing to yourself, “are you accusing me of thievery?” you flattened your hand against your chest mocking a look of hurt, “Why I’d never!”

Tim pushed back from his desk, and stood up, walking towards you to try to get a better look at your wrist. You continued to move your arms, obscuring his vision of the watch.

He moved closer to you causing you to take a few steps back, remaining the same distance away from him. This continued until both of you were on opposites sides of the couch.

“Come on [F/N]! Just let me see the watch!” Time called over the couch, his voice laced with a playful happiness.

“Oh sure, of course you can see it,” You replied playful, letting a joyful giggle escape your lips. “but you’ll have to catch me first.”

A wide smile stretched across Tim’s face, “oh, watch me.”

He faked a left, causing you to run full speed to the right. At the last minute, Tim cut right, causing you to squeal in realization of hat he did. Before you could get away, he managed to wrap his arms around you, tackling you to the ground, cushioning your fall with his body. He grabbed your wrist with the watch on it and observed the devise closely.

“Aha!” He shouted victoriously, digging his fingers into your sides tickling you mercilessly. “You thief!”

The study erupted with fits of laughter, wriggled and writhed, trying to get out of Tim’s grip, but to no avail.

“Please… Tim! Stop!” You gasped in between each laugh.

“Fine,” he replied finally releasing you from the tickle torture and lighting kissing your nose, “and next time? Try getting my attention some other way.”

Still breathing heavily, you looked up at him with a smirk, “Well it worked, didn’t it?”


Tick tock, Tick tock, tick tock…

The clicking of the watch on your wrist bounced aimlessly off the stone wall of the cell you were in, amplifying and intensifying that once small soft noise.

You glanced at the watch. His silver watch, and checked the time.

3:42.

He’d be here soon, but not the he that you were hoping for, no, someone far worse. You looked past your watch and to your bloodied, bruised, and scarred arms, the scars in which that man, no, that monster had cut into you. Trying to break you, to mold you, into something unrecognizable.

And yet here you were, bloodied, bruised, and defiled, yet still in one piece, still intact. You closed your eyes, listening to the rhythmic sound of clock, and letting the happy memories of Tim, your Tim, wash over you, heal you, stitch up the seams that had been beginning to tear away.

The sound of something metallic scraping against stone ended your fantasy in an instant, bringing you back to the here and now.

“Well, well, looks like Bat’s lilt brat has finally woken up from her nap.”

The Owner of the voice stepped into the light, which glared angrily off his pale white chest and illuminating the ticks and crosses counting the number of lives he had taken. Victor Zsasz continued stepping closer and closer to you, with a sharp knife held in his hand.

A scowl formed on your face as his face became mere inches away from yours, his smile showed each one of his yellowed teeth, and h=you had to restrain yourself from gagging as he exhaled in your face. His dirty and bloodied hands played at the ends of your mask, tugging it ever so slightly, but not removing it.

“So, is our little baby bat ready to learn today?” His eyes wide in excitement, and his breath rancid with rotten meat.

Without a warning, you through your head back, and brought it crashing forward, meeting Zsasz’s fore head and causing his nose to spew blood. He staggered backwards holding his bloodied nose with his free hand.

“You to hell.” You growled at him with a raspy voice.

He wiped the blood away with the back of his hand, a vicious smile implanted on his face.

“Oh ho ho,” he responded, hastily coming toward you with a knife in hand, which he swiftly raised, and brought it down into your thigh causing a scream of pain to escape from your lungs.

But above all the screaming and pain, the sound of hope rang out, filling you with faith and determination, a sound that reminded you that this would soon be over, that this agony would soon end. This sound came from a small silver watch, a watch that belonged to the person you cared most about. And on and on, the sound continued,

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock…


Khada Jhin is… mostly immune to his own poison.

That is not to say that he has not faced an accident of his own doing: in the safety of his own house, thank you, and away from prying eyes, thank you, but it is in the very nature of his elixirs that allows him to toe the line that he does.

Often what becomes paralysis and delirium in his victims is no more than a dull ache and a spot of dizziness for Jhin. The real venom of his poison, the bits and pieces that allow him, with concentration, to start influencing his victim’s bodies and bend them like twigs to his will is hardly a chemical in the scientific sense as much as it is alchemical magic. He cannot influence the living by themselves– their souls resist him and even for what he can do to the dead would require physically touching them.

His poison, on the other hand, implants himself within their veins, or at the very least his magical signature. Suddenly the impossible becomes probable with a tether for his abilities to latch on to, even if the strong-willed still shake him off. Unsurprisingly, many of the other effects he can mix into his venom also hinges on his signature polluting the ordinary functions of their nervous system… which, evidently, is a moot point when you yourself are Khada Jhin.

That said, he still synthesizes his poison from unpleasant herbal reagents, and those side-effects are not thrown to the wayside when synthesized. It is those effects he would feel should he ever slip his grip and cut himself by accident.

Which has not happened. Recently.

Song

“I CAN’T take this any longer!”
He sat on the side of his bed, water was still running on his back from his wet hair. He was looking at the aurin standing in the front of him, infuriated from anger. He tried to offer a drink and a seat to calm down a little, but this time it just wouldn’t do. Everything she listed would be a tough call to solve by itself, but all together was frustrating enough to make him struggle just by the thought. He never heard her crying out like this before, which made him a bit worried.
As he was trying to solve each puzzle in mind, she rose her head and looked at him in the eye. She was blushing from anger, her eyes were wet; however what made the whole scene dangerous was the fact that he could feel her mental energy materializing around her. She was lost deep in the darkness, with nothing hold on to.
He silently released the air from his lungs, and leaned his implanted hand towards her. She followed the path of his fingers by her vision, but didn’t move otherwise. She was cold and stiff to the touch; so much pressure built up inside her that he could only imagine. He stroke the side of her hand, and enclosed her palm with his fingers. She did not react at all, her hand was limp, her neck and lower jaw was flexing from swallowing her screams. Her eyes begun to shine up, and this was the cue for him to act before she looses control over her power completely: he strengthened the grip on her palm and pulled her towards himself, until her body clashed into his chest. It happened so fast that she didn’t had a chance to protest. He held her hand close with his augmented one, and leaned his head towards her chest. His hair quickly wet her shirt; the contrast of his warm skin and the cold water somewhat shook her out from tension. She blinked a few times as she began to regain control over her powers, and took a deep breath. He felt as she slowly laid her face on the top of his head, releasing the pressure with a long sigh. He raised his left hand, enclosing her back with it. They held each other like this for a while, when she fiddled with her fingers, trying to free them from his grasp. He loosened his grip, and rested his hand on his lap. She raised her palm to his neck and began to stroke his skin gently, up to his jaw, followed by his cheek, towards his forehead, and trough his hair, to the back of his head. She pulled him close, her other hand locking on his neck, her head pressing against his.
Staxyn nuzzled into her chest, he grabbed her bottom firmly, and he tumbled back on the bed. She suppressed a yelp in surprise, and looked at him with a confused expression. He smiled faintly, and began to stroke her hair with his left, close to her ears where the skin was sensitive. As he massaged on these soft spots, her face began to relax, and her lids closed to embrace the delightful sensation.
“I’m here for you.” - he murmured quietly; she opened her eyes to look into his face. “You are safe now.” - he continued, and gave a soft kiss on her forehead, then laid his arms around her, holding her gently. Her cheeks blushed as she buried her face into his chest; her tenderness slowly faded as he caressed her, he could feel her breathing stabilizing into a steady rhythm.


I had an unbelievably long day, so no drawing for today. Have some cuddles with some story instead.

One Direction Preference- You Get A Cochlear Implant & Hear For The First Time (Harry)

You were perched nervously in a hospital chair, elbow resting on a cool laminated countertop. You could feel Harry’s hand intertwined with yours, his thumb tracing slow circles across your soft skin. You could feel his rapid heartbeats as he tightened his grip, squeezing your fingertips.

The doctor in front of you was scrolling rapidly through the illuminated computer screen. It reflected violet off of her pastel pink scrubs. She was a sweet looking women with little creases around her eyes and her hair pulled back messily with a clip. Dr. Knight. You’d been working with her for months, awaiting this very day.

Eagerly she turned to you, hands lifting in front of her to gesture out a few hasty signs. You translated them instantly, processing the motions like spoken words. She was going to activate the implant now.

Her hand came up right behind your ear, brushing your hair away from the small plastic device pressed firmly to your skull. With a few more gentle signs, you were informed that you should be hearing a set of small beeps at any moment—they may be annoying but they were going to be a vital part of adjusting the implant.

Seconds ticked by, nothing happened.

You looked over at the green eyed boy beside you. He was struggling to hide the nervousness in his face, putting on a brave look. It was cute the way he wanted to protect you—how he always struggled to be the strong one so you knew you didn’t have to. But as moments passed and you heard nothing, you watched as he said something nervously to the doctor across from you. You frowned, you hated when he did that. You wanted to know what was going on.

But as you glared at him, waiting to catch his eye so he would see the annoyance plastered across your face, something startled you.

There was some whiny vibration, some strange sensation in your hear and you sucked in a breath, head snapping to look at the doctor.

“Looks like she heard something,” a huge grin spread across her face, “How is that feeling, Y/N?”

Your jaw fell open as each word registered in your mind. Her hands weren’t moving, but she was talking. You were hearing.

You looked to Harry, tears welling in your eyes. Pure glee was shining from his face, “You can hear me?” his smile spread cheek to cheek and you watched as his eyes grew wet alongside yours.

“Mmmm,” you hummed a little response, still startled by the noises assaulting you from all directions. Carefully, you moved your lips, “Yes,” you broke into an even bigger smile, confidence building, “Yes. I can hear you.”

“I love you so much,” he nodded his head at rapid speed, hands coming to either side of your face, “I have been waiting for years to say that to you. I love you so much, Y/N.”

You bit your lip, barely holding back the overwhelming flood of emotions inside you. Excitement. Happiness. Relief. Nervousness. As you stared as his teary eyes, pushing the mess of curls back from his face, you reveled in that moment. You didn’t need to hear him say it to know it, but something about those words made that moment all that much better, “I love you, too.”

~~~

Sorry this is so short, but I’m heading out and wanted to get something posted before I left. This is such a cute preference idea and I am so excited to write it :) I hope you’re enjoying them! Other boys here:

xoxo B

MASTERLIST

Zoie has the perfect conch for this five stone cluster from @anatometal

She had Cody do her piercing, and she picked out this combination of a genuine amethyst cabochon, CZ’s, and faceted amethyst’s. All hand set in implant grade titanium. 

Thanks so much, Zoie! 

@vaughnbodyarts
Monterey, CA

myshitshow  asked:

Hi I adored retribution! Well worth the wait! I'm only a little confused about the scene were mara cuts open her stomach, what was making her sick? Like they were capsules, but why were they there? Were they put there in the asylum at the start with jude and thats why noah herd her say "get them out" that night?

Answer 1, from Retribution: 

Daniel handed me back the implants and then looked down at the mess of papers. “All right. We know the anomaly is triggered by fear and stress—so what if any time your nervous system was flooded with adrenaline, or cortisol, those things reacted, negating your ability? Like a failsafe to make you safer, better, in case you ever left Horizons.”

Answer 2: Kells inserted them during one of the tests Mara references while she was Horizons. It could have been done when she had the spinal block, and then blacked out. 

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WORLDS COLLIDE  (Pietro x Reader)

REQUESTED BY ANONYMOUS

PROMPT: Hello. :) Could you please do a Pietroxreader? The Avengers don’t know the reader has dangerous powers(your choice)& when Pietro starts to bring up their past (parents died, Hydra experiments), she unleashes them in front of the team. Thank you! :D

Being born with powers wasn’t as you expected. Your parents protected you from unleashing them when you were a young child and prevented anyone from knowing of it’s existence to keep you safe. When one day your parents were looking out the window frantically. You were only 12 years old at the time when it all changed. You parents run away from the window and your father grabs you and runs down to the basement with your mother. They place you in a room hidden.

Mother: Don’t worry sweetie, no one is going to find you in here ok.” She says with many tears running down her face before giving you a huge hug and kiss on the head. She pulls back and holds your head rubbing her thumbs up and down your cheeks before placing another kiss on your forehead. Your father kneels down and places a giant kiss on your head. “I love you” You remember your father saying as they closed the door locking you in that room.

You hear banging upstairs and gun shots before silence. You shut the light off in the room although it’s hidden and sit in darkness terrified. You heard footprints walking around the basement you assumed looking for you. You hear a loud bang causing you to look up suddenly with wide eyes at the door. You hear rustling right outside the door.l Then whoever it was was banging on the door, you saw it shaking. You crawled over to the corner of the room and went invisible. You saw them knock down the door and walk inside with full body suits on and masks with devices in their hands. They begin angling these devices around the room. There were about four of them when one landed only a few feet away from you.  You heard a loud rapid beating come from the device when the man grabbed you by the arms and yanked you up. You screamed causing the lights to flicker quickly. Your invisibility wore off as you kicked your legs and yanked your arms to free yourself of this man. The walls began to creak as they fell apart, one man was crushed instantly while the other quickly carried you out of the room, upstairs and outside the door into a large car. When you woke up, you were in a room with only a small bed and mattress, and a side desk surrounded by grey, concrete walls.

Today, you are 20 years old and living in a Hydra base located in Sokovia. They’ve taught you to control your powers but, made an experiment out of you. They have injected sirums, diseases, etc.. in your body since you arrived there 8 years ago. You sit in this tiny cemented room with a grey wrecked gown and long brown hair. You have bandages wrapped around your hands covering the IVs implanted in your veins injecting you with some sort of serum. You would mess around with your powers everyday until they would pull you out of your room into a different one to run tests. It was the same routine everyday for the past 20 years. You had not seen the outside world since the kidnapping, and have not talked to another soul besides Hydra agents and scientists.

You refuse to become what they are, but these syringes in your skin release some sort of chemical that controls your behavior. They once had you pulled from experiments to kill a hostage. You didn’t realize what you had done until they threw you onto the floor of your room.

2,921 days you have been locked up and kept hostage to Hydra. You have dreamed of a life outside of the one you live. You dreamt of having a loving family and friends. Getting married, having kids with the man you love dearly. Growing old. You cry yourself to sleep every night. But, this thought is what keeps you going, what keeps you from giving up. One day you plan on breaking out of here and having a better life, with people who will appreciate and love you for everything you are.

You never really knew what happened to your parents that day. They wiped your mind of any memory of them. It’s been a whole month of torture when you heard yelling and gun shots. You sit up on your bed, slowly getting up and laying your palms on the door, leaning your head and closing your eyes. You enter the mind of a guard right on the other side of the door and see fighting before your eyes. You feel him get shot and fall to the ground. You gasp loudly, break from his mind and back away quickly from the door against the wall opposite. You watch the door in horror when someone kicks the door forcefully down.

A man with a helmet, red, white and blue suit and large metal shield standing before you with two others. One a metal man and the other a woman with red hair.

He walks slowly over to you with a hand in front of him.

“Don’t worry, I’m not here to harm you.” He says as proceeds closer.

You against the wall, close your mouth tight.

The red haired woman and metal man stand before the door watching.

“I’m here to help you.” He  explains.

You slowly push yourself off the wall staring at this man.

“Come on Cap, we don’t have much longer before the advance on our position.” The woman explains.

The metal man hovers forward. “She’s right Cap. This is the first place they’ll come. For her.”

Cap nods and grabs a hold of your hand leading you out of the room with the other two following.

You make it outside and start darting through the snowy trees when you a large group ambush you four from both sides. Multiple bullets pass by as you run, the metal man grabs the woman and succumbs her in his hold blocking the bullets from hitting her as the suited man puts his shield in front of the both of you.

You hear a familiar voice yell as the bullets cease.

“How can you run away from us Y/N.” You stop dead in your tracks causing the other three to stop a few feet in front of you not even realizing how quickly you managed to stop.

You turn around looking in the direction of the Hydra agents lined up around you with their guns ready when Strucker walks through clapping his hands. “We are everything you’ve ever had Y/N. How will you survive without us. We taught you how to control your powers.”

You scoff. “While destroying me in the process.”

Strucker smiles letting out a small laugh. “We did what we had to, to improve your abilities. Gain a bigger, much stronger organization.”

You keep a straight, frightened face when Strucker moves an arm towards the agent next to him. He sends a bullet in your direction, hitting you directly in the chest.

Cap yells and tries running over to you when metal man pulls him back.

You look down at the bullet hole and back up at Strucker. You stare at him as the bullet eases it’s way out from your body and your wound heals instantly. Strucker smiles and laughs. “You see, what I helped you become. We can make you stronger.”

You stare at him with a frown on your face.

The man you learned to know as Cap flings his shield in Struckers direction knocking him to the ground. The agents start firing as Cap pulls you and runs toward a jet.

When you enter you rest against a seat as see many unfamiliar faces.

The metal man, red haired woman you came to meet, a man with a bow, a man with a lab coat and glasses,a red skinned man, a man with shoulder length blonde hair, and a girl with long brown hair like yours and man next to her with white hair all staring at you. You look around nervously.

The girl in the red jacket gets up diverting your gaze to her as she makes her way over to you.

She places her hands next to your head and sends what looks like a red mist out of her hands. You look at her as she continues only to see her frown.

She turns toward Cap. “I can’t”

Cap sits up straight.

“So Y/N how long have you been in the Sokovia base?”

You look at him away from the girl.

“My whole life.”

Everyone becomes more interested and sorry.

You look down and fiddle with your hands. “I was twelve when they took me in. Away from my home.” Metal man stands and makes his way over next to Cap.

“Back there… Why did Strucker try to convince you to stay.”

You let out a chuckle before looking up at him.

“I knew after years of experiments that I was only an asset. Strucker only needed me for one thing. It only took 3 years for the man to truly reveal himself. Sooner or later every man shows himself.” Wanda perks up.

“What are your powers exactly.”

Wanda says concerningly.

“Everything.”

They all look at each other confused.

Bruce suddenly stands looking at you intently.

“Everything.”

Thor looks in Bruce’s direction with evident frustration written on his face.

“What are you proposing? I do not quite understand.”

Bruce looks at Thor before continuing to look at you.

“Everything. She literally means she controls everything”

Bruce says as he looks at each other Avengers.

You look at each of the Avengers as they stare back.

“Don’t ask me to show you. Because I will not. I am capable of more than I can control, no matter how many years i’ve been trained. It is although not so easily contained.”

The girl in the red jacket and man with white hair get closer as they stare frightened of you.

You frown. “Well we will help you, I can promise you that.” Metal man says.

Weeks have passed, soon months and you’ve grown closer to each of the Avengers. You learned each of their names. There is Natasha, Clint, Thor, Tony, Steve, Bruce, Vision, Wanda and Pietro. You also learned that Wanda and Pietro were twins and were experimented on in the same facility. You were shocked when they told you they volunteered to be experimented on and that’s how they acquired their powers. You grew rather fond of the twins. They were much like you.

You all sit in the living room lounging and chatting about random stuff when Pietro sits next to you.

You were always attracted to him the moment you saw him. Always felt some sort of connection between the two of you.

You felt slightly tense as he sat so close.

“Y/N I’ve been wanting to ask you this…”  He pauses.

“Do you remember anything from before you were captured? When you were sent to the Hydra base.”

You furrow your eyebrows at him as your faces are close.

You look down at your lap trying to remember.

Hydra had erased your mind. You don’t remember a single thing about your life before Hydra. Your parents, you had no idea what they looked like or what kind of people they were. You remember being 12 years old and being locked in a dark room but that is all.

“No, I’m sorry Pietro. I don’t remember.” You look back up at him and his face lowers.

You stand up and make your way through the group to enter the kitchen when you slip and slam your head against the floor. A gasp echos through your head as someone picks you up into their lap. You hear a voice but it is blurred.

A red glow appears in front of your eyes and faded picture of a hand behind it.  

Visions flash through your mind so fast you collect everything to quickly. You become overwhelmed by the series of events and sit up with a loud gasp. You breathe is heaving and you can barely breathe. You realize Pietro is holding you in his arms trying to comfort you. “Y/N it’s alright. Just breathe.” You look at him for a longing moment.

Suddenly you stand up and walk over to a wall of pictures hung.

It looks like a battle plan, pictures of the Avengers, their enemies, and red pick locations.

You glance over the board and stop when you land on Sokovia Hydra base to see a picture of Strucker standing there.

The images flashing in your mind were clear. You remember seeing Strucker’s face in one of your visions. Your parents. The gunshots. The masked men. The machines.

You eyes slowly start turning black as anger becomes evident on your face.

Your hand clenches as the couch next to you crumbles to ash. The Avengers stand up alert.

Black and purple mist starts descending from your hands onto the floor.

The Avengers more alert than ever back up to the entrance of the room ready to conceal you.

You turn around and stare at them.

Their eyes all widen at the sight of your appearance.

You twitch your left hand making the floor buckle from underneath the door blocking the team from leaving. “Y/N!”

Cap yells at you.

You smile.

“Y/N! Wake up!”

You walk towards them at a fast speed when a red force field blocks your path.

You look over to your right to see Wanda holding her hands up in the air. You stare at her and tilt your head, letting her in.

She screams.

Cap diverts his attention back to you as Pietro grabs Wanda in a protective hug. “Y/N, you don’t know what you’re doing.”  You slowly raise your hands in the air as the entire floor stares buckling and items are flying everywhere, the glass windows smashing and flying through the air. You still stare at Cap. “Nothing can stop me.” Your voice is deeper than usual but you can still hear your normal voice in the background. Cap makes a beeline for you knocking you to the ground. Wanda puts a force field around you all. The rest gather around ready to take action if anything goes wrong. Cap holds you tightly in his arms. “Y/N this isn’t you, stop this.” As everything remains flying around the room and the floor shaking. Your solid black eyes look up at Cap with sad eyes. “How can I stop this? This is me.” Cap nods. “No this is not you. You are capable of so much more Y/N.” You stare upset. “ Only you can stop this. Take control.” You stare at the ground and Steve lets you go. You close your eyes tight and push your hands hard to the floor, clenching your fingers. A purple mist appears from your hands, you stand up in stance and open your eyes. Your hands move in motions as the purple mist covers the entire room before everything comes crashing down to the floor. The mist quickly evaporates. You look around sadly realizing the terror you unleashed and the damage you caused. Tears stream down your face. You turn back to the team looking at you. You raise your hands as the mist reappears and glass and objects rise from the ground as they place themselves where they used to be. Moments pass as you fix the entire room. “Guys I’m so sorry. My anger clouded my mind. I couldn’t control it.” Pietro walks up to you placing his palm on your cheek. “Terrifying yet extraordinary.” He says looking between both of your eyes. You look skeptical at him, confused.

Bruce pushes through the group. “Omnipotence.” He says shockingly. “When you said you controlled everything. You meant your powers are unlimited. You control by means of all powers simultaneously” Tony drops his jaw shocked. “She is the ultimate conduit.”

You smile.

“I didn’t want to show you my powers for many reasons. The power to control alter all of reality really is hard to conceal. I guess that’s why my parents wanted to keep me hidden.”

Wanda steps forward smiling. “I guess you and I aren’t so different after all.”

Pietro adoringly stares at you before using his speed to appear in front of you, slamming his lips to yours. Taken back by the sudden reaction you pull back puzzled. Pietro chuckles. “Sorry. I felt the need to do that.”  As he backs up towards Wanda.

You giggle. “it’s ok.” Unexpectedly you use your powers to speed and land in front of him. Pietro looks down at you frazzled. “How did you do that?” You smirk.  “I have the ability to do anything, remember?” Wanda laughs loudly as does the rest of the team. “Pietro, might not be the fastest human alive.” Clint says laughing.  You grab Pietro around the neck and pull him down to your lips and engage in a passionate kiss. Earning a sly comment from Tony. I’M A HUGE FAN OF THE WAY YOU LOSE CONTROL AND TURN INTO A KILLING MACHINE!!!”  You hear a loud slap followed by a “Tony!!”


I wrote this quick because i had to go to work but i hope you like it!

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This three stone cluster has turquoise and genuine black onyx hand-set in implant grade titanium. For those with enough flat area in their rook, these are a really cute option. 

Thanks so much, Nicolette! 

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Monterey, CA


Request: Reader is deaf and lives with the guys in the bunker and she finally has enough money to get those hearing implants (I forget the actual name for them) and she hears the guys talk to her for the first time and she gets emotional and it's just really fluffy and happy?

(I hope you enjoy it!)

-Disclaimer: I’ve never had any experiences with this, so I just researched on the internet. Sorry if anything is wrong or exaggerated.-

You skipped happily out of your room, sighing in bliss as you saw glittering rays of sunshine throughout the bunker. You knew that the birds were chirping, even though you couldn’t hear them, but that wouldn’t be the case for much longer.

You had gone deaf from an accident during a hunt several years back, just right before you had met the Winchesters, who were like your brothers now. Not too long ago, you had finally scrounged up enough money for cochlear implants to gain back some of your hearing, with the help of the boys chipping in every extra dollar they had. One month ago, you had finally gotten the surgery, and since you were healed now, it was time to get the external components to the implant. You were buzzing with energy, trying to prepare yourself to hear your voice for the first time in years, and the boys’ voices for the first time ever.

You grinned as you approached Sam and Dean, who had exuberant expressions on their faces.

“Are you excited?” Sam signed, and you nodded.

“No, Sam,” you replied, rolling your eyes. “I’m just practically dancing around the room because I’m absolutely miserable.” You found it easier to speak to Sam than to sign back, and you were thankful that you could still remember how to talk after not hearing words for so long. Dean, on the other hand, was a challenge to talk to. He hadn’t picked up on sign language as well as Sam had, so you had to stick to reading his lips (something that you should be able to do easily, but you weren’t that great at it).

A lump of sadness formed in your throat as Dean raised his hands, trying to make words. You shook your head to tell him you couldn’t understand what he was trying to say, and he put his face in his hands.

“It’s okay, Dean,” you reassured him, revealing his face again, wiping the tears of frustration away. It always hurt you to see Dean’s rare sensitive side. “Everything changes today.” He slightly smiled; it was a sad smile, but still full of hope.

“Well,” Sam signed. “Are we ready to go?” You and the older Winchester both nodded, hearts swelling once again with the thought of you hearing again in just a couple hours.

When the three of you entered the clinic, you were quickly ushered into a small room to wait for the doctor. You were trembling from excitement, but also from nervousness, for worrying questions kept popping into your head. What if the implant didn’t work? What if you weren’t going to hear anything again?

Sam noticed that your nerves were teetering on the edge, and looked over at his brother. He was saddened and surprised to see Dean still beating himself up, glaring at the tile floor. This made Sam the only level-headed person in the group.

He tapped your shoulder, smiling broadly. “Hey, it’s going to be amazing. Don’t worry.” You nodded at his reassurance, returning his grin. Everything was going to be fine.

The boys then jumped, you being confused until you saw that the doctor had just walked through the door, the external components to your implant in hand. Your heart started beating faster and faster. This was it.

“Hello, Y/N,” he signed, also speaking out loud for the boys’ sake. “Are you ready?” You were bouncing in your seat, wasn’t that an answer by itself?

He went through the normal process of checking the ear that got the implant, searching for signs of bad healing. When he found that there were none, he put on and adjusted the external sound processor on your ear, making sure that it fit and was comfortable. While he went through all this, Sam and Dean were grasping to either one of your hands, squeezing gently in anticipation.

“Who’s voice do you want to hear first?” Sam jokingly signed, elbowing his brother playfully.

You took the joke seriously, because you knew the answer. “Both of yours.” Glowing expressions returned to their faces once more.

“Okay,” the doctor signed to you. “I’m going to turn the microphone on now.”

When he did, nobody moved or spoke. You wanted to speak and urge them on, but you wanted to hear Dean and Sam first.

“…Y/N?” the brothers asked, and you brought a trembling hand up to your face in joy. Sure, what you were hearing was pretty rough, but you could easily distinguish two voices. Tears started rolling down your face. You then started sobbing, but then stopped in wonderment when you heard yourself cry; laughter then took over you.

“I-I forgot how stupid I sound when I cry,” you mumbled. Dean took hold of your hands again.

“Y/N,” he said, as if not believing you were actually hearing his deep, gravelly voice. “You can really hear me?” You nodded silently, and his smile grew wide. He picked you up and whirled you around in the air, his laughter mixing with yours, creating a magical scene.

When your feet touched the ground again, you were met with Sam’s arms around your waist. He then put one of them, and put them around his brother, who still seemed like he was in shock.

“So, no more sign language?” he asked, and you grinned, shaking your head. Never again.

Kylee stopped in looking for something fancy we could do with her ear.

She decided on a daith piercing and chose a lovely anatometal implant grade steel captive bead ring with a cluster of black opals, hand set in implant grade titanium and anodized bronze.

Great choice, Kylee. It looks fabulous on you! 

Skylyn has been patiently waiting for a conch piercing. 

She’s been working and saving her money and treated herself to this lovely cluster of turquoise’s, all hand set in implant grade titanium we anodized bronze. 

Piercing by Cody, jewelry by anatometal

Thank you so much, Skylyn. You did awesome!

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anonymous asked:

All right guys, there's something in the show that got me confused a lot. In S1 we saw Matt and Stick fighting the Hand to prevent them having the "Black Sky", leading to Stick killing the boy. Now In S2 we see the Hand claiming that Elektra is "THE Black Sky" and they act like they've been waiting for her for decades (centuries?) to come out and lead them. Seems like she might not be that special if there are more like her but the show clearlysells it like that.

   Yes, that confused us too, and it’s part of what makes the Hand plotline so frustrating. Nothing is explained, and so we have to pull in a lot of conjecture. In the comics the Hand get their power from a demon called the Beast, and they occasionally trick/persuade people into becoming human vessels for the Beast… so maybe this the MCU’s slightly more down-to-earth version of that concept. We don’t know what exactly makes the Black Skies special, beyond the fact that they are weapons. Maybe there is a demonic element to them, maybe not. (The idea of the Hand and the Chaste fighting over human weapons is oddly reminiscent of the plot of the Elektra movie– which is interesting, and wouldn’t be the first time that those films have been referenced in the Netflix shows.)

   Nobu says in Season 1 that Black Skies are “extremely rare”, confirming that there is more than one. The tentative conclusion we’ve drawn is that the Hand are continually tracking down/keeping tabs on all of the known Black Skies. They tried to acquire the boy last season– maybe because he was the easiest to get to at the time?– and then after he died, they went after Elektra instead. Nobu’s reference to Elektra as “the” Black Sky, then, is definitely strange. Elektra uses the same phrasing, when reflecting on what she learned on the subject from the Chaste.

This suggests the idea that the Black Sky is actually a single concept or entity, and that the “weapons” the Hand is after are vessels for it, or pieces of it, or channel/embody it somehow.   

   This is connected to one of our biggest questions on the topic, which is: how does one become a Black Sky? Are you naturally born with it? Is it something the Hand inflicts on– or implants in– people? Could anyone become a Black Sky? Nobu says that Elektra was stolen from the Hand by the Chaste as a child. Where did the Hand get her? Did they intentionally make her a Black Sky? Are Black Skies even human? What does it mean to activate one? Elektra’s violence and homicidal talents are attributed to the darkness inside her, which suggests that the Black Sky, even when unactivated, is still somehow psychologically impacting her. Yet we also know that it’s only a part of who she is, because Stick tries to train her to control that aspect of herself. The description of Elektra as a “living weapon” also brings to mind the Immortal Weapons– which adds to our theory that the MCU might try tying the Hand and the Iron Fist mythos together. 

    That was a lot of rambling without many solid answers, but the fact is that we just don’t know much about the MCU’s version of the Hand, and all associated concepts, at this point. Everything about that plotline felt like a set-up for something bigger, and we hope the follow-through will happen in either the Defenders or a third season of Daredevil, because we want answers!  

Anyway....

I propose that Clarke will be more open and receptive to expressing her emotions next Season. 

Consider the following points and evidence:

Wells:

Clarke held a grudge and did not forgive him until about two hours before he died. She carries the guilt of their broken relationship and the loss of the ability to ever really fix it around for what I assume will be the rest of her life (but in canon is literally like the 3 seconds she stood at his grave and looked sad).

Finn:

Clarke does not forgive him until he is dying (and I’m honestly unsure if it was actually forgiveness or just telling Finn what she thought he needed to hear to pass peacefully. Finn’s death literally haunts her. 

L/xa:

Clarke does forgive her in time for them to begin opening up to one another again and allow themselves to move forward into an actual romantic and sexual relationship, unfortunately L/xa is murdered right after they consummate their relationship and Clarke is devastated by the loss. Important to note, is that when CoL L/xa appears, Clarke is very openly affectionate with her and makes sure to tell her that she loves her before she has to leave her again. 

Bellamy (in Season 3):

When Clarke and Bellamy are reunited we see that she is open emotionally and physically with him. She checks his bandage, she tries to soothe his emotional wounds, she’s come full circle on the “We” moment and, when she is afraid, she reaches for his hand before Murphy implants the Flame. She is already being open and vulnerable with Bellamy in 3B

Based off of the above evidence I theorize that Clarke will not be nearly as reluctant to embrace and act upon her feelings for Bellamy (if the show chooses to pursue that route) as people believe. I think Clarke has recognized that tomorrow is not promised and she needs to make the most out of today (I’m sure an upcoming Nuclear Apocalypse Part II isn’t going to hurt that thought process either.) 

…..I’m ready for Season 4.

The reset button

Birdys mind was splattered across the wall of her home a revolver left in her cold limp hand. Implanted devices send out urgent signals begging for help, despite the coldness of her corpse.

One might think it odd that a maliwan medical team came out to pick up a corpse, but one might not be aware of the many ways they had prepared for her expiration.

Her body was an asset to them, however her unstable mentality made her difficult to work with. So they prepared a way to deal with this problem. As it had taken almost seven months to grow in a tank in the back of maliwans labs, today it was ready.
Today it had to be.

The cold corpse was rushed into a surgical room where they cut open her head and left a long incision down her back.

It was twelve hours of intensive labor to remove her brain and all its many long tendrils from her spine. Almost another thirty hours to put its clone back into her head and slide all its little strings back where they belong.
The bullet hole was repaired though it’s Mark remained, some kind of reminder to herself of an act she would never remember.

With her brain completely whole an undamaged healing was quick, though all her therapists demanded she not be alone when she woke.
That it might be best for her to wake in a friendly place with friendly faces.

So they looked to her records and found only two names.

A nurse sighed heavily as she picked up an echo to call for them

“ hello this is nurse pinkette and I’m looking for ‘Jay and or della’ are they present in the home?”

@redjaybird
@hellaxdella

Misunderstanding

Short NaLu drabble before before I go to work, enjoy ~

Summary: It turns out the apparent “one-night stand” was just a big misunderstanding.

Lucy awoke, the beams of the sunlight peeking in through her window. She slowly opened her eyes, squinting as the bright light hit her brown eyes. She felt the sheet on her bare skin, instantly realizing she wasn’t wearing any clothes. Her eyes widened in shock, wondering why she was in her birthday suit until she remembered the previous nights actions.

Oh yeah, her and Natsu-

Her face flamed at the thought, she turned over from bet side of the bed expecting to see him, but was met with no one. Her eyes showed her fear.

He wasn’t there.

Natsu wasn’t there.

It was a sight Lucy had expected to see even though she didn’t want too. Last night, the guild had thrown one of its extravagant parties and Lucy might of had a little bit too much to drink. Even though she did drink, she was still conscious of her surroundings. She remembered Natsu coming up to her. Him telling her that she had too much alcohol. Him helping her home and walking her to her room. Lucy pouncing on Natsu and teasing him to the point where he couldn’t even resist.

Lucy felt tears build in her large eyes.

Her and Natsu had sex.

And Natsu had left.

How were her and Natsu suppose to get over this? It wasn’t normal for two best friends to have a one night stand. Would they not be friends? Would they forget about each other? Would they not be partners and go on crazy adventures anymore? Would they even be friends-

“Hey Lucy!” Lucy was shaken from her thoughts and looked at her bedroom door. Her tears momentarily paused to see Natsu, clad only in his boxers and holding a tray of food. The blonde mage could tell he had seen her tear streaked face as his face changed from excitement to concern. He placed the tray on her dresser and rushed over to her sheet covered body. “Luce? What’s wrong?”

Lucy’s tears began to rush down her cheeks again. “… You’re still here?” She asked weakly, looking him in his eyes. He gave her a bewildered look.

“Of course I’m still here, why wouldn’t I be?”

“B-Because w-we…” She tapered off, but Natsu understood her silent message. He chuckled at her nervousness.

“Is someone embarrassed?” He said teasingly with a bright from on his face. She smacked his bare chest.

“You weren’t here when I woke up…” Lucy muttered knowing his dragon hearing would pick up her words. “So I thought you… left.”

“Idiot.” He said flushing the naked woman to his toned chest. “I may not know everything when it comes to relationships.” Lucy’s heart started racing when Natsu used the words relationship. Staying silent, she urged him to continue. “But I know when two people have sex you’re not suppose to leave them alone. I thought I could make you breakfast before you woke up though!” He cocked his head to the food on the dresser. Lucy smiled softly, her tears finally at a standstill.

“I see that.” She sniffed the air instantly telling the the food was charred and inedible, but didn’t say a word.

“Why would you think I would leave?” The dragon slayer asked, stroking his thumb across her pale cheek. She stiffened at his question.

“I-I was drunk.”

“I know you were.” He stated with a roll of his eyes. “But that’s not what’s bothering you.”

“We’re best friends… if you just got up and left it would’ve ruined that.”

“But I didn’t.” He sternly said. “So what does that mean for us since I’m still here?”

Lucy’s face turned the color of his hair and pondered the thought briefly. She pushed her face into his hand, a smile still implanted on her face.

“It just depends on what you wanna be.”

“I wanna be more than friends.” Natsu stated bluntly, not at all surprised by his direct approach. Natsu wasn’t a man of words, but a man of action. He didn’t like to play games and wanted to get straight down and to the point.

“You know Natsu,” She shifted from her current position and threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into an embrace. Her bare chest pressed against his. “I like the sound of that.” They pulled apart and Natsu closed the distance between their lips and gently pushed her back into a laying position, he food on the dresser left forgotten as a second round of sex ensued.