nano bots

IS HANZO MAGIC?! Well are the Shimada brothers magical?

I play A LOT of Overwatch, and I’ve been wondering about this for MONTHS!!

These two seem to be the only one who I can’t tie their abilities to science or technology. All the other ultimates/abilities in the game are based on futuristic-tech. There are a few outliers who come close to some metaphysical stuff, but I can “rationalize” to myself why it is not magic.
[ul]
-Mercy: can resurrect, but we know thats nano-bot stuff.

-Reaper: He has a wraith form, but what I have read about him and Mercy, i can maybe assume its a by-product of the nano-bots? Apply that same weak logic to his teleport

-Zenyatta - With his transcendence, it seems very magical too, but at the same time there is clear tech that heals people. With Zenyatta being an omnic one can assume he is “built”/”born” with that ability. [/ul]

But for Hanzo and Ginji I can make no argument other than MAGIC!!

Mind you I am not a Magic hater, quite the opposite actually. I LOVE IT SO MUCH! A few months back I was day dreaming about one day getting a magic-based hero in Overwatch. But then I was like, oh there are no real superpowers or magic, its all rooted in tech… Hashtag le-sigh. No sooner did I slump in my chair when two GIGANTIC CYON DRAGON caught my eye. And I was like, “… wait a second, is Hanzo magical? IS HANZO USEING MAGIC!?”

I am trying not to get my hopes up because I know magic can really mess with story telling if there aren’t set “rules/laws” for it. So if magic is a “can of worms” Overwatch team doesn’t want to open I can 100% respect that.

But I would LOOOOOOOOVVVVVEEEE IT if someone could confirm or deny if Shimada dragon are generated by spirt-power aka magic? :D

P.S. I did a drawing.
https://frakfraco.tumblr.com/post/163234829266/is-hanzo-magic-well-are-the-shimada-brothers#notes

The Parasite

She was the first

The first of many

she was being injected with nano bot

those nano bots were called

“The Parasite”

They are used to reprogram the subject

They enter the mind

Once they do

They start reconfiguring your mind

Turning you into an empty

a mindless

a blank drone

A drone to the collective

With one purpose

One purpose only

to serve the Collective

To serve The Parasite

As you sit there

you wonder how wonderful that could be

to be one

one with the collective

with

The Parasite

How much you’d love and enjoy that

You don’t even notice it

because you don’t know

You don’t know that anyone who reads this post

becomes one

becomes a drone to The Parasite

You might have not noticed it

But you’ve been injected

you’ve been injected with the nano bots

you didn’t notice it

but when you touch the back of your head you feel a sting

a tingle

and realize

realize what just happened

it starts

you start feeling it now

the reprogramming

the reconfiguring 

Turning you into an empty

mindless

blank drone

A unit for the collective

for The Parasite

you start feeling your thoughts fading

your worries vanishing

your cares disappearing

being replaced with

Empty

Mindless

Blank

A unit

A unit of the collective

A unit of The Parasite 

Those words

Those phrases

growing stronger and stronger

As your worries

Your cares

Your thoughts 

all disappear

leaving you blank

empty

mindless

You try to fight it

you try to resist

But the more you try

The stronger those words become

The Stronger those phrases become

The less worries you have

the less cares

the less thoughts

Empty

Blank

Mindless

Just a unit

A unit for the collective

A unit for The Parasite

That once all your worries

All your cares

All your thoughts

Vanish

you simply reblog

reblog and type 

“I’m a unit of The Parasite”

Once you reblog it

you feel a great sense of belonging

A great sense of joy

Becoming one

Becoming one with the collective

with The Parasite

Feeling great pride

great joy of being a unit

A unit to serve and improve the Collective

A unit of The Parasite

Realizing

Realizing your purpose and objective

Your purpose is to improve The Parasite

This will happen whenever a new member join the collective

as you’ll find great joy and pleasure whenever you see someone reblogging or liking this post

realizing that a new member has joined you

joined you in you

Empty

Mindless

Blank

Life

Such a wonderful life

To serve and please

To simply become part of something much bigger

like

The Parasite

You will find that you desire to return to this state again

To read my words

Fall under

return to this state

of being a Unit

part of the collective

Part of The Parasite

More

The more you read my words the more you desire it

Once you believe and agree that this is the truth

You will count to 3

waking up on 3

you will wake up feeling so happy and calm

Remembering what happened

Remembering becoming a unit

a unit of the collective

A unit of The Parasite

Loving my words and trances as usual

looking forward to more

so until then just keep thinking of my words

my trances

and

The Parasite



Picture credit goes to @sleepystephbot!

Okay so it’s not really Lena’s fault that Mon-El was ejected into space, and it’s not really Kara’s fault that Jack died; and Lena was really protecting Earth when she chose to stop the nano bots and prevent a superhero from dying, and Kara was really protecting the Earth when she chose to eject lead into the atmosphere to stop an alien invasion.

But I mean, also?? Another way to look at it???? Both of them got rid of their love interests to save the other’s life.

Top Ten Overwatch OCs

Hello guys! Thank you for following this blog first of all! I’ve been meaning to get more involved with the Overwatch OC Community here on tumblr for a while! A way of doing that, to me, was to create this list! In no particular order i have listen some of my favourite Overwatch OCs. These i have selected based on character design, personality, backstory and abilities. it was hard to choose from all the amazing OCs out there! So here they are!

My top ten Favourite Overwatch Original characters! 


1. Lucus Fiore

This guy has been my favourite for a while. His design, though pretty bland is easily recognisable and he seems like a character I would be interested in learning more about, such as his internal struggles, interests and especially his Talon life! (The quote ‘hatred doesn’t win’ doesn’t seem like a Talon quote so I am quite curious). The concept of his healing abilities (the shields) is not something ive seen before and honestly I’m impressed, he seems like a character that I would personally enjoy playing (perhaps I would even use him as a main)

Owner: @doodldan

http://doodldan.tumblr.com/post/155708339107/hey-sorry-i-havent-been-active-much-its-cos


2. Caveira

This gal is, in my opinion, an incredibly unique character; she can be recognised as a former Blackwatch agent. Her and Barrage (puppo) seem like a completely likable pair and despite their threatening appearance I am looking forward to finding out her soft side. The use of her dog in battle is honestly really awesome and something I think would be really fun to see in game! If I saw a Caveira in game I would honestly go over and pet the hell out of her pup! (if she doesn’t burn me that is ;P)

Owner: @berunov

http://berunov.tumblr.com/post/156232005954/dont-mind-my-writing-describing-stuff-has-never


3. Solaire

One of my original favourites, Solaire is a character that expresses the possibilities of the future and my god is he pretty. He has a unique outfit design which fits perfectly with his abilities! Solaire has made the list due to his likeable nature, the unique but fitting design and Amazing abilities! I might use him as a subject for one of my drawings if the artist doesn’t mind, that face is so Recognisable and adorable!

Owner: @earthprincewu

http://earthprincewu.tumblr.com/post/159020438548/i-made-my-boy-a-profile-got-the-wonderful


4. Margherita Lucilla Siani

This character is a Gameplay wise favourite of mine! Her nano-bots would be really cool to use and fun to implement into the tactics and strategies. Her design makes her seem almost kind but if you read into her a bit more you’ll find that she’s a talon agent! This honestly took me by surprise; she looks like such a happy lady! I would love to learn more about her and her story as time goes on, she has the potential to be a powerful character, one which I can see being a part of overwatch easily. Her ultimate, good lord is it cool, being able to possess someone is an interesting ultimate, one that could be abused if it wasn’t for the fact it is an ultimate!

Owner: @ufficiosulretro

http://ufficiosulretro.tumblr.com/post/157142540977/margherita-lucilla-siani-overwatch-oc-overview


5. Shima

The first Omnic OC of the list! Shima is a gorgeous OC with a unique and fitting design for her backstory/personality. Shima is honestly one of my favourite design wise, its just so pleasing to the eye! I have tried drawing her in the past and even though I’m not too confidant with my drawing I liked how it turned out because it was her! Her relationship with Zenyatta is adorable and to me she seems like a beautiful motherly figure. Even though she has no in-game data she still made it onto the list due to her design and fleshed out personality!

Owner: @baoxuu

http://baoxuu.tumblr.com/post/155744364921/heres-a-quick-reference-of-shima-for-the-moment


6. Scrapper

Scrapper the Junker Omnic, Her backstory is very technical but I love it none the less! Overwatch is a Science story so Scrapper fits into this world perfectly! Her design is complicated yes, but still stunning to look at, the little details in her design make me wonder if the artist thought about the backstory of every individual part! Which makes sense considering Scrapper is a scavenger! She seems like a broken little Omnic to me, which makes me want to love her to bits. But that’s up to the artist! I hope to see more of her in the future!

Owner: @canagadoodles

http://canagadoodles.tumblr.com/post/148525934715/new-overwatch-character-alert-alert-naw-just


7. Shark Bait

What a buff lady! Honestly I love it when characters break the stereotypes and Shark Bait did it perfectly! From her Strong Stance to offensive ability in game she is what I define as a wonderful character! This Artist took Water guns to a whole new level with this character!  There isn’t too much information about her personality for now but I love this character none the less! She seems like the type that would make her own personality, despite what the artist had planned!

Owner: @it-a

http://it-a.tumblr.com/post/148823464373


8. Dezba

Aka NOT SYMMETRA. As much as I love this character, for her unique design and interesting personality, it annoys me to no end that people have mistaken her for Symmetra!  But putting that aside Dezba is a favourite of mine due to her Complex design and Amazing abilities! I can see her being a part of the overwatch universe easily!

Owner: @teechew

http://teechew.tumblr.com/post/154651449508/dezbas-template-i-totally-forgot-who-did-that


9. Oliver

Diversity is a must in the overwatch universe! And seeing Oliver being such a handsome man makes him seem like a bland character. But with him being Trans changes my views on him! After doing some more research I found that he was quite an in depth character! I have come to love his design over time and personally follow his OC blog! I highly recommend people to have a look at the art and stories the artist has done for him!

Owner: @oliverlutro

http://oliverlutro.tumblr.com


10. Subira

Subira is an OC that encourages diversity! An awesome part about any OC! I love how you would be able to recognise her from just a silhouette; it makes her unique and a powerful character! Her abilities I never would of thought of and for that I give Kudo’s to the artist! She is a character that would fit perfectly within the overwatch universe!

Owner: @apselene

http://apselene.tumblr.com/post/147279367332/here-she-is-my-overwatch-oc-subira-i-took

youtube

This is really scary technology. Can you imagine the power some crazy person in the future will have with an army of bots like this at their disposal?!?

Very Frightening Indeed!!

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Max Igan Discussing Trance-Formation on Truth Frequency - ¼ (by aodscarecrow)

MAx igan:)

Protect Lena Luthor 2k-always.

Okay but Lena is a fucking badass tbh. Like this fucking woman just decks the Nano Bot controlling woman across the face and saves Supergirl. She helps take down Cadmus numeral times, she doesn’t even flinch or move when a huge ass machine nearly explodes while her coworkers try to dodge it and then as Mon El is pinned against the wall by a Daxam guard, she just walks past so smoothly and fucking shoot them like this girl istg i love her sm.

Comic book writers retcon things
Meaning that they go back and fix things that they thought were broken
Or stories that they decided they didn’t like
Like the fact bat girl became oracle because she needed to fight in a wheel chair
Tossing away all the small kids in children hospital she represents with a stroke of luck from some nano-bots
Or that Jason Todd died because of his mother
Because being head strong and running after the joker on your own develops who you are as a character so much more
Or every back story for every character ever at one point
Picking apart the worst pieces and smoothing out all the things they see is broken
So if I pick up a pen can I retcon my own life
Retcon the childhood spent in and out of specialty hospitals
Instead give me childhood filled with running and chasing and laughing
Retcon the first time I figured out how to hurt myself
Retcon the way their words are still my inner voice
Retcon the cousin who died when I was 8
Retcon the other cousin who died when I was 16
Retcon how my brother and I got to watch my father be sentenced to our entire childhood behind glass when I was 16
Retcon the phone calls I didn’t have the courage to answer
Retcon the suicide attempts
Retcon all the guys I let use me because it was so god damn easy to want to feel loved
Retcon when I got sick
Retcon the diagnosis that I wear like a chain around my neck
Retcon the day my mother died
Or pull out a Lazarus pit for the week she was in a coma
Find a way to piece together this broken patchwork that is every horror moment I’ve ever experienced
Retcon and change the day my best friend found me on the bathroom floor
Or the second time my best friend found me on a different bathroom floor
Retcon the night he helped pour liquor down my throat
If all these other writers get to retcon their story
Why can’t I retcon mine?
The Bimbo Web-Challenge #10

Candy, the former Aaron, woke up on day 10 and still thought the last day had been nothing more than a bad dream. With her eyes still shut, she started to feel a soft tingle throughout her whole body. She started caressing her arms and legs. It felt incredible - like a hundred little electric bolts jumping from the touched spot to every other part of her body. A soft moan escaped her mouth. The sound made Candy remember what had happened. She opened her eyes and was shocked to find this hadn’t been a dream. She was shocked but was somehow unable to stop herself from continuing to touch her body. 

As she came uncontrollably her computer rang. “Oh shit. It’s already time for the show”, she cursed. Still shaking from a mindblowing orgasm, Candy trotted to the webcam and quickly turned it on. The presenter welcomed her: “Ah Candy. We were worried there for a second.”Nono, I’m here.”, she said naturally. “You look like you had some action this morning. We really liked that video you took yesterday. Did the fun continue today?”. Candy had totally forgotten about the video. How had they even gotten hold of it? These perverts must have hacked themselves into all the computer systems somehow. She didn’t answer and instead just gave an embarassed look into the camera.

“Alright. You remember that there are still five more polls you need to absolve before you can enter our challenge for good right? The first one is life on our website now. It’s time to get you a new personality.” A new personality? How was that supposed to work? Candy opened the page and looked at the options:

A man-eater
B giggly school-girl
C submissive
D bad girl

Candy couldn’t imagine becoming any of these options. She was worried about them messing with her head and didn’t even look at the result as it came in. However her worries seemed to fade away quickly. “Well well. To be honest I would have liked to see you as a giggly school-girl next to your girly girlfriend, but the viewers have spoken. They chose “submissive”. Congratulations.” Candy wanted to protest but somehow she couldn’t. The presenter looked at her and suddenly realized: “Oh that’s right. I’m your master now. You may give an answer.” Candy immediately tried to protest but all she could say was “Thank you master. I’ll be good.” Inside Candy screamed at her response, but any thought she had wasn’t strong enough and was quickly absorbed by another one that told her to behave. “I have another surprise for you and our visitors. This is a bonus trait. It gives anyone that Candy sees as a potential master - so every strong man around - the power to also control her nano-bots. I can make her do whatever I want to. So if I say.. <<Candy. Go put on some cut lingerie. Listen to some music and act like a giggly school-girl.>> not only her mind will want to do it but also the nano-bots will help her.” Candy had to obey. She went to the drawer, took out some of Jennifers bra and panties that she thought were the cutest. On the way a soft giggle escaped her lips. In her mind Candy thought this was supper annoying, but other thoughts surfaced: “I’m you, so I know you liked it when Jennifer had to act like this. You love bimbos. So you will love being one.” His mind was starting to work against him. Was this the nano-bots or his own thoughts? He didn’t know. He didn’t even realize that… she… was dancing around to pop music in front of the webcam…

..until the presenter rudely interrupted her. “Okay we need to hurry up a bit, since you took forever to wake up. My bad. So we’ll do a combination poll. Four polls at the same time. Candy sit quietly in front of the webcam while you wait for the result. I want you to giggle without a reason every now and then and don’t perceive any changes in you. That’ll be fun.” 

And so she did. The polls came up:

Heritage:
A Asian
B Black
C Latino
D Russian

Speech pattern:
A Broken engrish
B British
C American Bimbo
D Only the word “Cock”

Clothing style:
A Glamorous
B Cute
C Sporty
D Only short dresses

Goal in life:
A Become famous
B Have the most children
C Be a Trophy wife
D Be the best hooker in town

The possibilities were endless, but Candy was too occupied by the fight in her own mind. “You want to be everything the viewers want you to be.” was all she could think for several minutes. After some time she heard her master say “Okay Candy. Go blank. Go pick up some clothes, go into the bathroom and take a selfie. Then look at yourself in the mirror and realize all the changes that happened to you.”
Candys mind went dark. She couldn’t see. As she opened her eyes she was in the bathroom making a selfie. She looked into the mirror. Who was that? She didn’t recognize the person looking back at her.

“Like.. OH Em Geee. What happened to me?”, she screamed in her new high pitched voice. She heard the people on the stream laugh at her reaction. She ran back to the computer: “Like.. what is going on guuuuyys?”. It was very obvious what three of the results had been but Candy just wasn’t thinking straight. 
“Okay okay. Candy. Calm down. “ -she did - “So first of all the obvious one is your new heritage. You are now an asian girl. Congratulations. Secondly, you can only speak in an american Bimbo speech pattern. I’m a bit surprised by that one. I thought it would be asian broken engrish or just the word Cock, since you are such a good little asian slave. Oh well. I can just see what it would have been like. Candy, for the rest of the interview, you can only use the word <<Cock>>.” - “Cock.” - “Hahaha. Very good.” Candy felt embarrassed, but all she could get out of her mouth was “Cock.”. - “Don’t worry little Candy. You’ll get plenty of cock the next few days. “As for the third poll. Do you see the little bow on your panties? Somehow the audience wants to see you in only cute outfits from now on.” - “Cock.”, is all Candy could say even though what she wanted to say was “Gee. Thank you master.”. It was very confusing to her to say the least. “And the last poll is about changing your goal in life. I think the people liked the irony in you being a big strong man turned into a submissive little asian girl. So they chose for you to want to be a trophy wife for a big strong husband to be your master. This one works so nicely with your submissiveness because whenever there’s a compatible male around you will only focus on becoming his trophy wife and doing whatever he wants you to do.” - “Cock.” - “I know dear. It’s fantastic. Alright. This concludes another day of the bimbo web challenge. And Candy dear. For the rest of the day I want you to kneel in front of a mirror and masturbate while thinking of all the cocks you will please in the next few days. Good night.” .

And so she did.


anonymous asked:

How do you realistically see the whole reveal to Lena taking place? Do you imagine it will be much longer till she does find out? And do you think Kara will tell her or will she find out another way? Im low key afraid the CW is just gonna screw this up somehow. Like im cool if they end up angsting it up lol, but like i dont want a literal repeat of Clark and Lex. Kara and Lena should embody the polar opposite to what happened with the guys, and come out stronger together

I’ve thought a little about this. I don’t really picture a specific reveal at this point. It is more like I have considered multiple possibilities. Unfortunately, yes, if Lena doesn’t find out next week then I fear it may be a while before she finds out for sure. Even if she does suspect. 

If she does find out this season, it would have to be through Lillian (or Winn which would be funny, great, and random, but unlikely), or Mon-El. If she doesn’t know or suspect and Lillian decided to tell her, for selfish reasons of course, I don’t see it going over too well because it would most likely be done in a way that Lillian was trying to turn Lena against Supergirl/Kara. 

We already saw Rhea kind of attempt that. If it happened that way, I don’t think it would turn Lena against Supergirl, but I do imagine it would be difficult for Lena to grasp and cope with, especially if it is a tense situation. It is possible that it could put some sort of strain on them at first before they got to a point where they truly felt they could trust each other again.


Moving down the line, perhaps she would find out next season, later than sooner. I have considered Kara coming clean with her in two situations. In either one I imagine this kind of look (Just let me have it, okay!?).

There could be simple yet somewhat emotional reveal where Kara has to tell her for some important reason or because she finally feels she can trust Lena. The latter seems unlikely as it is not really distrust that keeps Kara from telling her. It is a question of Lena’s personal safety and Kara having to keep her identity under wraps for such reasons. Look what happen to Alex because she was Supergirl’s sister. What would happen if Lena Luthor was discovered to be Supergirl’s best friend?


Lastly, I thought about a situation that could occur if Lena did know and has been keeping Kara’s secret for her. This thought goes back to Medusa. We all remember Lena’s face when she saw Supergirl on the ground (the typical ‘love interest being afraid for the battered hero’ look we all freak out over).

I have always played out a situation in my mind of something like this happening again. But it would go beyond Lena looking on in fear. Instead, she would run to Kara, quietly yet firmly saying her name as she attempted to get her to come to. She’s so worried that calling her Supergirl just leaves her mind and Kara gives her a strange look wondering how she knew and for how long. We’ve seen Lena call out for Supergirl when she fears for her well being before. Luthors: “Don’t hurt her!” Ace Reporter: “Supergirl!” The latter when Supergirl is stuck to the device by the nano bots, it’s easy to miss, but it is there. So when fear and emotion cloud her judgement, it could happen right? Even Alex and Winn did it! So I don’t think it is that unlikely! (Probably won’t happen, but I want this the most).

Oracle (Part 6) - Peter Parker

Your name: submit What is this?


Peter was completely and utterly sick of her. He didn’t want anything to do with her. He didn’t want to talk to her, to laugh with her, to binge watch movies and nerd out with her the way he wanted to with you. If it were up to him, he wouldn’t even be talking to her, but, unfortunately, Wanda had told him that he should act normal, as if he really did buy this whole scheme that she was (somehow) pulling off with the others.

Peter didn’t like her at all. He had no doubt that she probably could be a decent person. Maybe she was even a great person just caught up in this whole mess, but he didn’t care. She wasn’t you.

Peter was sitting on your bed, watching the girl write notes and study. What she was studying exactly, he didn’t know, and, quite frankly, he didn’t care.

“She ruined my notes!” He could practically hear you scream when you get back, “I… I’ll have to rewrite them all and–– oh my god, my desk!” Peter was sure that you’d have a meltdown when you’d see this. Just imagining you freaking out about this small, seemingly inconsequential, little thing was enough to tug the corners of his lips upward. He’d imagine that you’d probably curse the girl in front of him to smithereens.

“Peter?” The girl asked, snapping the boy out of his thoughts. “Are you listening?”

“What? Oh, yeah. Definitely,” he lied, nodding his head. The girl rolled her eyes and sighed, obviously not convinced.

“Anyways, as I was saying, I was wondering if you wanted to watch Deathly Hallows with me,” the imposter said. Peter rose an eyebrow, remembering that you never liked to watch the Harry Potter movies just one at a time. That, and you hadn’t even finished reading Deathly Hallows.

“But Peter,” you had whined, “if I read it, it’ll end! I don’t want Harry Potter to end!”

“So you’ll just never read it? Come on, Y/N! You have to!”

“No! Look, I’ll read it when I’m, like, eighty or something, but not now! It’s too soon for it to be over.”

“But then you’ll never be able to watch the movies!” Peter whined.

“There are six other movies before the Deathly Hallows. I’ll watch them!” You defended, laughing.

Peter, at first, wanted to point out this flaw, but an idea clicked in his mind.

“Sure,” he agreed, standing up. The girl stood up with him and they walked to the common room, loading up Deathly Hallows: Part 1. They both sat on the couch as the movie began.

“What are you guys doing?” Tony asked the two as she emerged from the kitchen.

“Watching Deathly Hallows: Part 1,” the girl had answered, probably not even realising the flaw.

“R––really?” Tony stammered. “I… I thought you hadn’t read the book?” Peter watched the girl, interested on how she would recover. She stiffened for a moment, something that likely wouldn’t be noticed if you weren’t looking for it, but Peter was.

“I did. Just recently, actually,” she had answered.

“I didn’t notice you went out,” Tony murmured, shrugging, probably ready to let go of the topic, but the girl responded with an, “I didn’t. I got the ebook.” Peter tried his best to hide his smirk when Mr. Stark glanced at him before looking back at his ‘daughter.’ “You don’t like ebooks,” Tony questioned.

“It was more convenient,” the girl answered, now nervous.

“Was it?” Tony asked.

“Yep.”

“So convenient it was worth, say, not smelling the book, flipping the pages, writing on the margins?”

“Yep.”

That was another mistake, Peter noticed. If anybody mentioned anything about annotating on books that were for young adults or children, you’d argue about how you hated doing it. You could do it on poetry, academic books, classic novels, epics, even plays, but never on young adult novels, which, as you put it, were books meant for enjoying, not for taking apart.

“Peter,” Tony beckoned. “A word?”

“Sure thing, Mr. Stark,” Peter stood up before walking off with your father.


I had finished another “lesson,” and I was beyond exhausted. I practically collapsed against the wall and sat on my spot on the floor, beads of sweat strolling down my face as I caught my breath. Surprisingly, though, shortly after everybody had left me alone, Vulture had come in.

“Y/N,” he began, “I’m here to offer you a position on my team again. You agree, and your injections, the training, you being treated like a prisoner… it all stops,” he said. I scoffed.

“Never,” I answered.

“Why won’t you just give in?!” He exclaimed, crouching down to meet my eyes. “They clearly don’t care about you! They haven’t even tried looking for you, Y/N! Isn’t it clear that your father doesn’t love you? That you owe him nothing?”

“This isn’t a matter of owing anybody,” I told him. “Love me or not, I don’t care; I love them. They’re my friends, my family, all I’ve got. I’d rather die than help you.”

“They don’t have to be all you’ve got!” Vulture yelled. “You could have so much more if you joined me––”

“I don’t need more––”

“But don’t you want more?”

“Quite frankly, no!” I answered, yelling my voice, finally. “I haven’t wanted more, I don’t want more, and I never will want more! Haven’t you learned?” I asked, “That’s the problem with villains; you always want more. You give in to pleasures that this world has to give you when you don’t need it. It makes you reckless and stupid. If you just let go of those kinds of wants, you’d be all the more smarter for it! Wiser, even!” I told him. Vulture sighed, standing up so he’d be looking down at me.

“You said you’d rather die––”

“I would,” I agreed.

“Then you will,” Vulture said. “Tomorrow. Have a good night’s sleep, Ms. Stark,” he hissed, walking out of my chamber and slamming the door behind him. I sighed, rubbing my hand against my face before running my hand through my hair.

I looked up at the vents. They filter in pure oxygen in here to keep everything sterile, I think. Almost like an OR.

I took the lighter I had stolen from the girl who usually injects medicine in me during an “episode” I had earlier that day and fumbled with it.

I knew I was going to die whether I liked it or not, but if I really was going to die, I was going to die with a very, very, loud bang.

Literally.


“And you’re sure?” Steve asked Tony. Tony nodded gravely.

“I’m just sorry I couldn’t be sure before,” Tony murmured, putting a hand on Peter’s shoulder. “I’m sorry for doubting you, kid.”

Peter shrugged. “What’s done is done. We just need to find a way to save Y/N before it’s too––” Their conversation was cut short by an explosion. The lights in the tower went red and everybody stood up to look outside at the fire that was going on just outside of the city.

“Suit up, everybody,” Tony ordered, and everybody went off to do so.


I woke up surrounded in rubble. I coughed, crawling out, just a little bit so I could figure out an escape. To be honest, my plan of action wasn’t a great one, but I was desperate. It was the only one I could think off.

There was fire and smoke everywhere, yells from people outside my chamber. It resembled the nightmare I had had before this whole ordeal. There was a fire, lots of panic and a fight… and then Peter… he had died. He was stabbed. Well, I couldn’t say that with much certainty. I had woken up before it actually… went through him.

I shook my head. It was only a dream, I told myself. The only person who kept me sane was not going to die. Especially if he wasn’t even here. I stood up, coughing a little bit from inhaling the smoke before making my way out. I began limping out, my ankle hurt from being under some rubble.

Once I got out of the lab, which wasn’t necessarily a hard thing to do considering everybody was in a frenzy. When I got out, my head started pounding and the world was spinning in front of me. I coughed, falling to my knees before getting up and walking forward.

“Vulture,” a familiar voice growled.

“Well,” Vulture’s voice greeted, “if it isn’t Spider-Man. Missing your girlfriend?”

This is brilliant, I thought, I’m hallucinating my nightmare.

“Let me guess, had something to do with that, I bet?” Peter asked. I rose an eyebrow. So, hypothetically, he did know?

“Was the doppelgänger not good enough?” Vulture asked.

Wait, so, he didn’t know? At least he shouldn’t have known?

“She was good, sure, not enough to trick me,” Peter answered. I was walking toward them when Vulture turned his head to look at me.

“Stop,” he ordered, and I froze like a statue, but I wasn’t sure why. I tried moving, my arm, my leg, my finger, anything, but it felt like all my muscles at turned to stone. Peter turned to look at me, and I could imagine his eyes widening. 

“Y/N,” he murmured.

“Well, well, I should have known. Quite an escape plan you’ve pulled off. Taking that lighter… really, nobody saw it coming. We thought we had finally tamed you.” I wanted to retort back, but even my lips couldn’t move. “You know, any of this really wouldn’t happen if you just said yes.

“How do you like the new trick by the way? You were really stubborn at first, trying to figure out what dose to give you of the little nano-bots, it only took you twenty-four hours to get rid of the ones that we used on our last… participant. You… you took a lot. I’d say 50% of our total supply.”

“Well, I do have a reputation of––” I began, when I could feel the burning in my skin again, as if I were being injected. I grunted. “Of being n-needy,” I completed.

“Still talking, are we?” He tilted his head, walking toward me.

“I was under the impression you liked my spunk,” I spat out, barely even able to say the words.

“Maybe another dosage should work.” He tilted my head and took a syringe out of his pocket.

“No!” Peter began to sprint to me, but Vulture pulled out a gun from his belt and aimed it him.

“Peter!” I yelled, making him stop and look at me. “D-don’t,” I told him.

“Y/N––”

“Aw, look at that. Love. How cute,” Vulture teased. I glared at him as he pushed the needle into my neck and injected me with more of the green serum. I screamed as soon as he started and by the time he was done, I collapsed on the floor, getting on my knees and hands. “Don’t move or I kill her,” Vulture told Peter.

“Y/N, I…” Peter muttered, unable to do nothing but watch me scream on the ground and grip the grass in my hands.

Finally, a minute later, it stopped. My breathing was heavy after, trying to catch the breath I lost. I was exhausted.

“Good, Y/N. Now, stand up,” Vulture ordered. I tried to fight the order and the movement of my body as it started to get up, but I couldn’t stop. Vulture laughed. “Look at that, my own little puppet.” I glared daggers at him. “Cat bite your tongue?”

I’ll get a cat to bite your tongue, you bastard, I thought.

Vulture walked around me, as if admiring his work before pointing at Peter. “Kill him.” I could imagine Peter’s eyes widening in his mask and I stayed frozen. “Did you not hear me, girl? I said kill him!” I fought every fibre in my body to do exactly not that.

I wasn’t going to live through my nightmare again.

“Do you need another dose?” He took out another syringe and injected it into my neck. “Now, be quiet, and keep standing.”

I was being burnt from the insides. My head started pounding even more so than when I woke up from the explosion. I felt a tear stroll down my face as the burning continued.

“Now, kill him,” Vulture ordered again. My foot took one step toward him despite my hatred of the order. 

“Y/N, please, I don’t want to fight you,” Peter told me. I looked at him.

“I––” I started, my head twitched to the side. “I d-don’t w-want t-to––” I stumbled onto the floor, landing on all fours. “Agh!” I screamed.

“Get up, girl! Fight!” Vulture ordered. My body followed his orders. I was a prisoner of my own body, trapped in a puppet. I began to sprint toward Peter, and I threw a punch at him, which he blocked. 

“Y/N, you can fight this––” Peter insisted, kicking my legs so I fell onto the ground. I swept my legs under him and he fell.

Stop! I told myself, stop fighting! I don’t want to do this!

I stood up and Peter did, too. I tried kicking him again.


“Y/N, please,” Peter whimpered in my dream, completely beaten up. He was barely standing as blood spilled down his temple and down his cheek. His face was bruised, his breathing laboured as he looked at me. Tears were building in his eyes.

“Do it, girl! Kill him!” Vulture screamed. I tried to convey just how sorry I was as Vulture threw a dagger toward me and I caught its handle.

“Y/N, you don’t have to do this. You could fight him!” Peter insisted. Tears were building up in my eyes as I walked toward the young hero. I prepared to stab him when I pulled my arm back then toward him.


“Do it, girl! Kill him!” Vulture ordered one last time, throwing a dagger toward me and I caught it by its handle, just like I did in my nightmare. I looked at Peter, tears flowing down my cheeks as my body began to walk toward him against my will.

“Y/N, you don’t have to do this! You could fight him!” Peter pleaded, keeping a hand on his chest, his curly, brown hair stuck to his forehead because of all his sweat. He looked up at me, his brown eyes meeting mine and I saw that he was crying, too. My arm was pulled back, getting ready to stab him.


“Join me!” Vulture ordered.

“I’d rather die!” I spat out.


“Y/N,” he began, “I’m here to offer you a position on my team again. You agree, and your injections, the training, you being treated like a prisoner… it all stops,” he said. I scoffed.

“Never,” I answered.


“With you on my side, I could beat those insolent Avengers with no problem––”

“If you think,” I began, “that I’m going to help you fight my father, you’re dead wrong.”


“Why won’t you just give in?!” He exclaimed, crouching down to meet my eyes. “They clearly don’t care about you! They haven’t even tried looking for you, Y/N! Isn’t it clear that your father doesn’t love you? That you owe him nothing?”

“This isn’t a matter of owing anybody,” I told him. “Love me or not, I don’t care; I love them. They’re my friends, my family, all I’ve got. I’d rather die than help you.”


“Guards,” he said, expectantly. Two guards came toward me and I did nothing as they took my arms and twisted them behind me to keep me restrained. “If you wanted to go out, Y/N, you could have just joined the team,” Vulture said.

“I’d rather die.”


“I haven’t wanted more, I don’t want more, and I never will want more! Haven’t you learned?” I asked, “That’s the problem with villains; you always want more. You give in to pleasures that this world has to give you when you don’t need it. It makes you reckless and stupid. If you just let go of those kinds of wants, you’d be all the more smarter for it! Wiser, even!” I told him. 


Peter’s brown eyes locked on mine and I realised why my dream ended where it did. Peter didn’t die, I realised. I didn’t kill him.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered before directing the blade toward myself. HIs eyes widened, realising what I was going to do. I put the blade farther away from my body. “I can’t kill you, Peter. I just can’t do it, but if I don’t do this,” I told him, “then I’ll have to kill you. How am I supposed to kill you when you’re the only person who’s kept me sane? He’s… he’s wounded the idea of everybody but you, and I know why. It’s because there isn’t a single thing, not a single flaw, that he can point out and hold against you.” I took a deep breath, tears strolling down my cheeks again. “I love you, Peter, and do me a favour. Talk to that Liz Allen girl you’re so in love with. Maybe she likes you back. She’d be stupid if she doesn’t.” Without another word, I pushed the blade into my abdomen, groaning at the pain as I fell onto my knees.

“Y/N!” He screamed, kneeling in front of me.

“What… what is this? You… you defied my orders!” Vulture yelled angrily.

“What’s––” My father’s voice began as he came into the scene. “No,” he muttered.

Peter was crying as he pulled me onto his lap and cradled me in his arms. “Y/N,” he whispered.

“It’s okay. I’m going to be okay,” I promised him. “I… I’ll get to learn more now, more than you could possible imagine now that I don’t have to worry about a body,” I chuckled, hissing in pain. “I’m gonna need more highlighters now, Peter,” I joked. He chuckled, but was unable to stop the tears from falling from his beautiful eyes.

“Oh my god,” Natasha’s voice murmured.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen! She was supposed to kill him!” Complained Vulture, enraged by the events.

I don’t know what happened next because my vision started to fade, and their voices began to drown out, but I heard my father’s gun charge from his suit and fire and Vulture’s screams.

Last of all, and probably the most important thing I could remember, I could swear I felt lips press against the top of my head and Peter’s voice murmuring an, “I love you too.”

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anonymous asked:

Does Jazz still have the nano-bots in her bloodstream from Secret Weapons? Would that have any side-effects?

I’m gonna say no. The nanobots were only in Jazz’s bloodstream so Vlad could kill her if she didn’t do what he wanted. I don’t think either Jazz or Danny would be able to ignore that. I’m not sure how the nanobots got in there in the first place. Perhaps they’re somehow a part of the suit. Like, they’re linked with the neural receptors.

If not, and they were put into her body separately, then it’d be easy for Danny to get them out for her. He’s apparently gotten so good at recognizing foreign and unwanted objects/substances that he can phase liquids right off his body and his friend’s body without any complications, and he pulled a spork out of his stomach. It might be a bit risky since he can’t see the nanobots and they’re in another person’s body, but if they had no other options, he could probably get them out that way.

The Bimbo Web-Challenge #11

“Like, duh”, Candy said while looking at the article about the best ways to pick up boys in her girly magazine. She didn’t really remember getting it, but somehow it had appeared on her nightstand. She had been awake early and had started reading. Why? She didn’t know. There had been some voices she recalled, but what they had said and who it had been she had no idea. It didn’t seem to bother her though. She was ready for a new day and the beginning of her first challenge. There were only four days left in the challenge and her big bulk of transformations was over. She already looked and sounded like a bimbo so how bad could it get?

There was a beep coming from the computer which indicated todays topic had arrived. As she opened the mail Candy suddenly thought that it could get a lot worse. The challenge was “picking up men”. Whoever got the most phone numbers would win this challenge. She hadn’t picked up any man in her entire life. She even was a man two days ago. How was this supposed to be comfortable?

She sat there for a long time thinking about what would happen if she just denied the challenge. Hadn’t Jennifer done that once? Something about getting all the enhancements instead of just one? Candy couldn’t let that happen.
She looked into her wardrobe, surprised at all the new different kinds of clothing that hadn’t been there two days ago. She picked a cute but not very revealing outfit and headed for the park.

She went to the asian garden. She had never been there before but somehow it seemed appropriate. How was this supposed to work now? She just stood there for a while, waiting for men to drool over her and give her their number. That’s how she remembered it from when she had been a man. But somehow nobody came. She looked at all the men that went by, wondering if they’d approach her. Slowly she started fantasizing about each one of them to take her home and make her his. She wanted to serve them. She wanted to be their little wife. But nobody approached her and she was too submissive to approach anyone. She started walking around the city. This went on for about two hours until her phone rang. 

“Hey Candy. We were very disappointed in your process. You’re not picking up men. You just stand there waiting for them to pick you up. And why would they do that? So we’ve decided to give you a little help. Candy, as your master I command you to look approach every man that you come by and ask him for your number. But put on some more revealing clothing first please and put your hair in pigtails.”

Candy wanted to scream at them. That they were the ones who made her look and act like she was. How was this her fault? If anything it was hers for not making her more sexy for the men. All she could say was “Like, Yep, master.” as the phone became silent again.
She went home and changed clothes then went out again. For a short moment she just closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She knew that in the moment she opened her eyes and saw the first man in the little shop across the street she’d be walking towards him. She felt embarrassed because she knew she couldn’t stop the humiliation that was about to come.

As she opened her eyes she made her first step towards the store. Then another one. It was like she was on auto-pilot. She entered the store. There he was. Candy felt small and out of control. All she could do was walk towards him and say “Uhm. hiya.” - “Oh hey. What can I do for you?” - Candy giggled. Why had she done that? She remembered that she had something to do here right? Some kind of challenge. “Uhm. yep.” - “And what’s that?”
God he was hot. Why did he have to be so big and muscular? She felt embarassed to even consider him as being interested in her. He was a god and she was just a silly little asian weirdo. “You can, like, give me your number and stuff?” Finally it was out. The man looked a little confused. Candy leaned down on the counter. Somehow she couldn’t take her eyes of this man. He was so interesting.

“Here you go. Call me whenever.”
Candy was interrupted from her daydreaming by a piece of paper that was  waved in front of her eyes. “Yep, master” she said with a dopey grin. She was hooked on him. She wanted his babys. “What did you call me?”, he said, now a little more arrogant. “Uhm like.. I said <Yes master> coz i’ll call you whenever master and uhm.. like.. do whatever you want master” - “What is this? Is this some kind of prank?”
He backed away. - “Nono don’t leave master. Let Candy uhm…” She awkwardly moved towards him and they both fell onto the floor, her face on his crotch.
“Uhm like.. master. do you want me to suck your cock?”, Candy said.
The man was intrigued and just looked at her lusting for his stiff member for a few seconds. Then he shouted: “Hey guys, come check this out.”
Soon three men stood in front of her. Candy said “Hiya guys. Can i like have your numbers and stuff?”
The first man said “I thought you wanted to suck cock for your master?”
A bolt of pleasure shot through Candy. “Like totally master.” she said as she dropped to her knees. As Candy started rubbing all of her masters cocks she wondered if one of them would marry her and give her the life she so desperately wanted. Inside she screamed disgusted at what she was doing, but there was no way to stop it now.

“You love sucking cock you little slut, don’t you?”
She did. Why was she so disgusted before? This was wonderful.
“Yes. take it all. Do you like it when i pinch your nipples, Candy?”
She did. She hadn’t noticed it before, but it made her feel really good.
She wanted to tell master that he was so right, but in that moment a cock was shoved deep into her little mouth.
“Take it all slut. You love sucking off strangers whore? Do you love just walking into some public place and sucking off all the men there?”
She did! She did! That was sooo like her. Master knew her so well.
“Do you get off of some stranger shooting his load deep into your mouth?”
Yes! Yes! Yes!
As the cock was pushed deep inside her mouth and semen started to shoot out of it, Candy couldn’t do anything else then let the tingling sensation flow through her whole body as it shut off her brain and her whole body started to shake. She couldn’t move! She was frozen. The tingling continued to grow until it overtook her whole body. She screamed. She shivered. A mindblowing orgasmn rocked through her that wouldn’t stop. She almost choked on the cock, but that just made her pleasure the more intense. 
“What the fuck? Did you just cum whore?”
She was freed from the cock so she said “Like uh, totally.”
The other cocks started bursting out semen all over her face.

Something felt weird. Candy felt uncomfortable. Something was missing. It was like a heat in her stomach that implicated that she needed something. Her phone rang.
“Hey Candy. We didn’t want to interrupt you. Nice show! However i’m sorry to say this, but you became last place for todays challenge. Since you were occupied we held the poll without you there and the results are in. We gave the audience a choosing of four special enhancements and the winner is <<Cum vampire>>. Congratulations. From now on whenever you get cum on your face the rest of the day will be a bit blurry since you’ll feel like you’re totally drunk and get completely addicted to cum. Every minute you’re out of a cock to blow you’ll be feeling incredibly hungry and do everything to get more. The effect will only wear off when you fall asleep. Hope you have a nice evening and see you tomorrow.”

Well. Fuck.

franzferdinand2  asked:

Alright, another pitch. Let's say it's 1992 and DC is letting you decide how the Death of Superman is going to go. Assume that you're allowed to write whatever you want, and also have full editorial control if you want multiple books about it. How do you do it and how do you bring him back (after how long)?

Hoo, okay. My personal favorite take on Death of Superman is in the JLU cartoon, in the two-parter “Hereafter.” Barring just straight redoing that, and bearing in mind that I haven’t reread it in twenty years, here is roughly what I would do.

We establish up front the big missed opportunity, that Lex always carries on about how he could be a hero so much better than Superman if only Superman weren’t around, and how Superman actually believes that this is possible - that Luthor could be a far more inspirational figure than Superman, and effect far more lasting change through technological advancement, if only Luthor was able to overcome his demons (jealously, greed, pride.)

These two factors come to a head when Doomsday shows up. Now, Doomsday is kind of a boring villain, and thankfully with the recent DOOMED crossover they’ve started to shift him away from a big bruiser to something that plays more to him adapting to every fight, like the Borg. I’d introduce this a bit earlier. Superman throws Doomsday into space? Doomsday sprouts wings halfway there and flies back. Doomsday evolves fireproof chitin, warding off heat vision. The fight shifts back and forth and back and forth. Cleverness is failing Superman. So is inspiring others to act, because anyone who threatens Doomsday to try and protect Superman winds up being badly hurt if not killed, forcing Superman to order everyone to let him handle it on his own.

Doomsday, in other words, wins because the Superman storytelling victory paradigm finally fails Superman.

Superman manages to get Doomsday on the ropes long enough for Luthor to vaporize it with a death ray. Superman bids Lois a farewell and he passes on.

At this point, the line is split in half, with the various Superman replacements coming into play - but with Luthor counted amongst them, replacing Cyborg Superman and the Eradicator (which are both yet another not quite Superman that we frankly do not need.) Superman’s last will and testament (which is a whole thing of its own, reverberating through the DC line for a month or two, because of course Superman remembered to put everyone in his will) included a personal letter to Lex Luthor asking him to be a better man, and Luthor actually tries to be so, and there is a small kernel of his success, him helping to coordinate the other heroes of Metropolis and working on his miracle cure for several types of cancer (currently tends to kill the patient unless you’re superhuman, but he’s sworn to fix that.)

Meanwhile, we learn up front that Superman is NOT dead, costing DC millions of dollars in spectator money but hopefully forestalling the spectator bubble bursting and essentially wrecking the direct market. Honestly, it’s better if we get this out of the way up front rather than lie to readers for months on end, right? Didn’t we all prefer how they handled Dick Grayson as Batman, him thinking Bruce was dead but us knowing Bruce Wayne was still alive?

Instead, he was rescued by the Legion of Super-Heroes, who used 31st century medicine to revitalize him. However, the medicine requires him to stay in the 30th century, because his body is riddled with Doomsday’s micro-organism attackers, which require an up-to-the-minute nano-bot army in his system to adapt to Doomsday faster than it, in turn, can adapt to it. These nanites need to be hooked into the computational power of the 30th century’s quantum computer wireless network. Without them, Superman will die within an hour.

“I don’t accept that,” he tells Brainiac Five. “There’s got to be some other way.” But for a while, we get Superman adventuring in the 30th century, establishing or re-establishing some ties, and hinting at what happened after history said he was “killed.”

(Side note: perhaps it’s possible to restore Superboy’s place in Legion history at the same time, by having the medicine also regress Superman physically to a teenager, and have the act of refusing to let him die be the first action of the someday-legendary Legion of Super-Heroes. But I digress…)

In the present, Lois and Jimmy uncover startling evidence that suggests that Luthor lured Doomsday to Metropolis, planning to let it kill Superman and then killing it himself. Lois is forced to choose between a possible greater good and her duty to the truth. Obviously, because she’s Lois Lane, she chooses the truth. When the allegations break, there is a split down the middle of the freshly formed Team Metropolis, with Steel and Supergirl firmly on Lois Lane’s side and the younger, more uncertain Superboy on Luthor’s. Luthor, being Luthor, views Steel and Supergirl standing on a matter of principle as a personal betrayal, and that’s when he starts to backslide.

Luthor winds up activating one of his many contingency plans to eliminate Supergirl and Steel, causing brutal infighting amongst Superman’s allies at the worst possible time, because now Doomsday has returned and there may be no stopping it.

… and when Superman learns that this is the day that Metropolis was destroyed utterly with no survivors, vaporized by Luthor’s black hole bomb in a desperate attempt to stop Doomsday, He refuses to stay in the future one second longer. He insists on going back, and after having fought half the Legion to a standstill, the other half figures out that they just can’t talk him out of it.

Superman returns. He has one hour to stop Luthor’s black hole bomb, figure out a way to stop an even more dangerous Doomsday, and if he’s got time, save his own life.

Luthor, facing the realization that he didn’t kill Doomsday after all - that he made a mistake, which is the one thing Luthor cannot fathom himself doing - suffers a nervous breakdown and is barely any help. So while Superman, Supergirl, Superboy and Steel keep a rapidly mutating Doomsday under control, Lois and Jimmy have to sneak into LexCorp’s heavily guarded defense systems and disarm a black hole bomb (easy, right?) Once again, powers and intelligence play their part, but it is Superman’s ability to find, and bring out, the best in others that wins the day, when he manages to convince Luthor to join the fight. Luthor loads up his panacea, focusing its healing power to a few narrow meters, and fires it directly at Superman and Doomsday, stopping Doomsday once and for all - and incidentally, neutralizing the infection killing Superman.

Luthor swears that it wasn’t intentional. That he thought only Doomsday would perish. And Luthor will always have the nagging doubt that deep down he knew it would save Superman’s life - that deep down, Luthor wanted to save Superman’s life. Luthor’s glimpsed the best in himself and is so terrified of it that he will lash out, with even less mercy than ever, at anyone who reminds him of it.

And Superman, having seen that side in Luthor, will fight ever harder to bring it back out.

And the Legion realizes that all of them have forgotten the day that Superman was supposed to die, but that’s impossible. There’s no way that Superman could have forestalled destiny and time itself yet left everyone almost exactly as they were. No one can change the course of the mighty river of history, they say.

But of course, they’re wrong.

Superman can.

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I swore I had posted this reference influence sheet thingy for this thing on Tamblr before, but looking through my history it doesn’t really seem to be the case. So yeah, here I am posting this here.

If you’re somehow confused by the text in the sheet, then let me clarify something then: This is not an anthro/Mobian version of Chris from Sonic X. He is not outright physically being one! What I mean by that, is that this is some sort of armor that is technically something of a hologram made by nano bots covering him to make him appear as such. Chris is overall still a human, but concealing his identity via nano bot projections. So I guess you could call it a high tech fursuit or something. So if anyone was thinking of bringing that whole “No humans allowed near mah furries!” crap over here, well they can go shove it.

Been thinking of designing other “armor” of his that are meant to resemble other types of animal species, but I’ll need to gather up reference before I can do that first.

Cave In

(( Closed starter for @jasusthedeserted ))


The stolen Viper’s cockpit struggled to open against the dusty earth of Tempest’s surface.  Harsh winds whipped past, making Alani’s escape out of the crumpled ship more difficult.  Blood dripped down from her scalp into her eye and bruising had erupted from her body slamming into the controls… maybe those straps on the seat were supposed to prevent that?

Finally opened just enough to let her through, she tumbled to the cracked ground.  The air was dry.  Her usual song only whispered as her nano-bots and their water retreated into her bracelets.  Hoof beats of her captors crew close; she spared what little water she had left to heal herself. 

She needed to be at full attention to run away.