plasma beam

Bound To Break • Obi-Wan Kenobi

Request: you and Obi are on a mission when you’re seriously injured by Count Dooku. It is left up to Obi-Wan to save your life. Though, as your condition worsens, he begins to lose hope.

Kinda short but I know you guys have been waiting a while for me to post something. Hope you like it !! Love you guys !! 💖❤️💕


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“No, (y/n). You cannot just waltz into Dooku’s ship and demand he return the holocron. Are you insane?” Obi-Wan asked you with a scowl. Truth be told, you wanted this mission to be over. Stuck on Dagobah for weeks with someone you loved but couldn’t have? It was torture. So, you were ready to do anything to retrieve the holocron that Dooku had stolen.

“Nope, just tired of being stuck on this planet with nothing to do but study the same trade routes over and over again” you retorted. “It’s overkill, Obi. We might as well just get it over with” you shrugged. Obi-Wan scoffed.

“I truly don’t understand how you could have been taught by Master Windu when you are this….reckless” he replied as he crossed his arms over his chest.

You decided you would just have to wait until Obi-Wan fell asleep before leaving. You could have used his help had he not been so stubborn.

You entered Dooku’s ship and immediately fell under attack. Battle droids shot at your ship as soon as you docked. Thankfully, it was a sturdy ship, so all you had to worry about was not getting yourself shot.

Your lightsaber easily sliced through the battle droids as you deflected the beams of plasma shooting from their blasters. You didn’t need Obi’s help, not when you were just so skilled yourself.

Suddenly, a wave of electricity sparked through you. You cried out in pain and dropped to the durasteel floor. Your lightsaber slid from your hand and skittered across the floor, hitting the toe of a boot. You slowly looked up from the stranger’s boot to their face. It was no stranger at all. It was Dooku.

“Looking for something, Master Jedi?” he smirked, outstretching his hand to show you the holocron. “Did you really think I wouldn’t see you coming?”.

You tried to stand, but you were knocked down by Dooku’s Force push. You were thrown back, hitting your head against a durasteel wall. Your vision became fuzzy and you were sure that you’d pass out at any moment. However, Dooku wasn’t done with you just yet.

Two droids hoisted you up off the ground and held you still as Dooku approached you. He held your lightsaber in his hand and glanced at it with mild curiosity.

“You weren’t planning on killing me and taking the holocron, were you?” he teased. You glared at him and spit in his face. This only angered Dooku further. He outstretched his hand and a burst of lightning instantly emanated from the tips of his fingers to your aching body.

The pain was fierce and overwhelming and you could only remember a faint voice in your head, which sounded strangely like Obi-Wan, begging you to hold on before you blacked out.

Obi-Wan watched you as you lay on your cot back on Dagobah. He’d fought Dooku and escaped with you on your ship. Still no holocron, but he didn’t care about that. All he cared about was making sure you woke up. Which, at the moment, seemed like it would take a miracle for that to happen.

You’d been in a coma for days. Obi-Wan had tried everything he could. He used his Force signature to attempt to transfer some of his strength to you. He meditated with you, trying to communicate with you because he knew you wouldn’t leave him. Not like this.

He loved you so dearly. He swore that his moon eyed Padawan days were over, and then he met you. He hadn’t ever seen you before since your Master was so strict. But, when he did finally meet you, he knew he was in love. He was a Padawan all over again.

“My dearest, please come back to me” he murmured. His hand grabbed your cold and limp one and gave it a squeeze. “If only you’d listened” he frowned. A tear trickled down his cheek and fell from his chin onto your shoulder. You felt it.

You were coming to. Your eyes fought to open and your brain tried to send signals to your limbs to get them to move. You wanted to tell Obi-Wan everything you thought you wouldn’t be able to. You had to tell him because you weren’t sure how much time you had left.

“Obi,” you licked your chapped lips as the words tumbled from your lips. Obi’s eyes widened as he jumped up.

“(Y/n)!” he exclaimed, instantly cupping your face in his hands. “Darling, you’re here..you came back” there was a light in his eyes that you had never seen before.

“I should tell you,” you croaked. Your arm shakily reached up. You brushed your fingertips across his cheekbone as he watched you intently. “I have always loved you. Every day” you were terribly weak, and you sunk back to the bed.

Your eyes grew heavy once more as you heard Republic ships in the distance. They had finally arrived for you.

“Wait, (y/n), please,” Obi-Wan grabbed your shoulders forcefully and pleaded with you to stay awake. He knew if you were to leave him now, it would be forever.

“I love you, I love you” you whispered to him softly. Had he been just a few inches farther away, he wouldn’t have heard it.

“I love you, Obi. I’m so sorry” and with that, your eyes closed once more.


You were inside a capsule, floating. Something had been fastened around your face. Everything was blurry. There were lights and, as you stared closer, people.

The bacta with which you were floating in immediately began to drain. As soon as your head was exposed to the oxygen, you ripped the mask off of you.

The people. You knew them. Your old Master, Master Yoda, Anakin, and of course, Obi-Wan.

You couldn’t help the wide grin that spread over your lips as your family crowded the tank, glad that you recovered from your encounter.

Though, at the moment, you only cared about one person. Obi-Wan rested his palm against the glass as he beamed at you. There was something different about him, but you couldn’t figure it out. So, you pressed your own palm against his. The layer of glass was the only thing separating the two of you.

Slowly, the Masters left the room as you were removed from your tank and able to walk again. Obi-Wan stayed behind, telling Master Yoda that he would keep an eye on you.

“Well, Master (l/n), you’ve made a full recovery. I do suggest you rest for the next few days, though” the healer told you. “And try not to get yourself killed next time” she teased. You laughed along, thanking the healer for all of her help.

“I never got to tell you, you know” Obi-Wan murmured after the healer left the room. You turned to him as knots began to tie in your stomach.

“Tell me what?” you asked Obi-Wan skeptically. “I told you so?” you questioned with an eye roll.

“That,” Obi chuckled as he stepped toward you confidently. “And there was something else” he came to stand directly in front of you. His hand reached up to stroke your cheek as he gazed lovingly into your eyes.

“And what might that be?” you asked him with a knowing smile. Obi leaned forward slowly and pressed his soft lips to yours. You rested your hands against his chest as he pulled you closer to him by your waist.

The kiss was all you’d expected. Passionate, slow, sensual, loving. It was so Obi-Wan. You couldn’t help the smile that claimed your lips after Obi-Wan pulled away.

“I meant to tell you that I love you too” he whispered. You rested your forehead against his and grinned up at him.

“Good” you nodded, pecking his lips once more….

anonymous asked:

Ohh. Maybe a Keith scenario where s/o is being practically blackmailed (in a loving way--not out of malice) because another paladin/s found out their crush on Keith

Okay, this was not supposed to happen. This crush was supposed to be a secret. Completely a secret.

No one was supposed to find out, and especially not Pidge.

What could she say? That girl knew how to drive a bargain. Now she has you running around doing all sorts of errands for you, just because she has a video of you saying that you would date him, that you loved him,

It wasn’t your fault that you’d been hit with the truth serum. It was Coran’s fault for not warning until after the fruit was eaten.

“This will all stop,“ Pidge started the phrase as she reached for the tools she had you bring.

You finished the sentence with her, “If you just ask him out.”

She smiled cheekily at you, “Exactly, until then, get me the plasma beam.”

“The hell are you doing with-“

“Just bring it to me! We wouldn’t want Keith seeing-“

“Me seeing what?“ Keith asked, his voice appearing out of nowhere. Pidge, the once confident girl, swore lightly under her breath, laughing awkwardly.

“It was nothing, right Pidge?“ You asked, grabbing her ear and dragging her along with you. “Bye Keith.“


“What was that for?“ She asked, her ear bright red after you had dragged her away. 

“Shut up, would you? You almost got me caught!“

“Well if you’d just-”

“Can you stop? I’ll get you the stupid plasma beam or whatever, just don’t tell him a word!“

“Just ask him out!“ She blurted, “Just tell him you think that he’s cute! You like his smile, his fighting technique, whatever!“

You sighed, “It’s not that easy, Pidge.” You ruffled her hair and walked away, your thoughts scattered.


“You want me to get you what?” You asked in disbelief, not more than 3 days later. Pidge stood, arms crossed and her face almost void of emotion.

“Keith’s jacket.” She repeated to you, “Bring it to me.”

“T-That’s a suicide mission!” You spluttered out, to which she shrugged. 

“Seems pretty simple to me. Just bring me Keith’s jacket.”

“Well, how do you suggest that I do that?” You questioned, your arms folding and your eyes narrowing in anger. Pidge was messing with you big time.

She shrugged again, her eyes holding a twinkle of mischief, “That’s your problem.” You sighed, to which she was quick to repeat the famous line, “This will all stop if you just-”

“Ask him out, yes I know.” You said, huffing along.


A hand slammed into the wall that you were walking alongside, effectively trapping you. You snapped your head to look in the direction, thankfully only seeing Keith’s face. You sighed in relief, but your moment of relief was cut short by Keith’s frantic words. 

“What is Pidge making you do her dirty work for?”

“W-What do you mean?” You asked, your voice cracking slightly.

“Why are you running around and getting her materials that you know that she is not allowed to use?” He pressed further, his second arm taking purchase parallel to your arm so as to actually trap you. “What dirt does she have on you?”

“Why do you care?” You asked, yoru face heating up because of the close proximity.

“I don’t like others messing with people I care about. I also don’t like the fact that while testing her newest invention, she wrecked half of the training deck with her plasma beam that you so kindly brought to her the other day.” He retracted one of his hands, “So, what is it?”

“I…” You looked at his inquisitive eyes once more before your gaze dropped to the floor “I like you, okay?”

“What?” He asked, his arms dropping to his sides, his back straightening up as he made eye contact with you. “You…you like me?”


cliffhangers are fun lmao, the best part is you guys can’t eve request a part 2 because requests are closed!!! i’m screeching i love to be evil lmaooo 

The signs as X-men powers

Aries: Plasma beam generation

Originally posted by pr0paganda

Taurus: Energy absorption

Originally posted by cameronfryes

Gemini: Telekinesis

Originally posted by madfilmstudent

Cancer: Weather manipulation

Originally posted by stormsanctum

Leo: Fire manipulation

Originally posted by villainquoteoftheday

Virgo: Healing

Libra: Natural winged flight

Originally posted by ageofsuperheroes

Scorpio: Generation of sub-freezing temperatures

Originally posted by heaintheavyheismybrother

Sagittarius: Teleportation

Originally posted by proudstar81

Capricorn: Metal manipulation

Aquarius: Shapeshifting

Originally posted by totalfilm

Pisces: Telepathy

Tattoos - Alex Summers & Warren Worthington

Summary : instead of having one tattoo of your soulmate’s mutation, you have two. Two completely different tattoos.

Word Count : 1k+

Warnings : uhh fluff? slight angst? lol idk bro

Prompt : everyone has a tattoo of their soulmate’s mutation (if they have one) and you have two completely different tattoos, because you have two soulmates.

Pairing : Alex Summers x reader x Warren Worthington iii

A/N : so this soulmate au has been swimming around in my head for a while so I thought I would finally write it! I’m total trash for Warren and Alex so that’s why it’s these two love bugs. this also starting off in the third person. (e/c = eye color)

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Wings and Plasma beams. Those were your tattoos. Yes tattoos, as in two and not one. Usually people only had one tattoo that represented your soulmate’s mutation, but that’s if they were a mutant.

Y/N sat under a tree branch, well more like she was swinging from the low hanging branch. She could control plants, create whatever type of plant she wanted. Most people longed for such a beautiful, graceful mutation, but what they didn’t know is that she could also create Earthquake, Tsunamis, and any other type of horrible event.

As she sat on her swing made of vines she read her favorite book, humming softly as her eyes scanned the paper pages, keeping her mind calm and free of any and all horrible thoughts. Her brain was thinking other things though, things that were making her heart race a mile a minute. For some odd reason her brain thought that today was the day she would finally meet her soulmates, the two people that were going to love her till death do them part. It was rare for someone to have two soulmates, but Y/N just thought of it as another opportunity to make more people in the world happy.

Alex Summers and Warren Worthington on the other hand were stressing about meeting their soulmate. Of course the two blonde boys didn’t realize that they had to share the same girl.

Warren was walking around with Ororo, Jean, Kurt, Peter, Scott, Jubilee, and Alex. Of course Alex just had to be walking with them. When the group had just about gotten to where Y/N was, the two blondes stopped walking, their eyes locked on her. The group noticed their absence and turned their heads, looking for what had caught their attention. Jean smirked slightly, realizing that the two boys were staring at Y/N.

“Who is that? I’ve never seen her before.” Warren says. He looked awestruck, completely taken back the beauty of the girl; his soulmate.

“That’s  Y/N, of course you’d never seen her before because you never attend any of your classes.” Jean chuckles. “She’s always out her, all the time no matter what. Her mutation basically plants her right to the Earth itself it’s probably why we all call her Mother Nature.” Alex and Warren tilt their heads at Jean, tearing their eyes away from the girl for a second.

“What do you mean?” Alex questions.

“She can basically control the Earth, and she’s pretty damn good at it. If she went up against Ororo or anyone else, she’d no doubt win.” Jubilee chuckles, earning a glare from Ororo. Alex’s and Warren’s eyes went wide. Simultaneously they rolled up or pulled off their jackets, revealing an Earth tattoo on their wrist or forearm.

“You both have the same soulmate?” Kurt says slowly, tilting his head in confusion.

Ororo shrugs. “Once when Y/N and I were talking, she did say that she had two soulmate tattoos, but she wouldn’t show me them, and she’s always covering herself up so that no one sees them.” She sighs before continuing. “I guess it could be a possibility that you three are soulmates.” Warren gagged and Alex rolled his eyes at the winged boys child like nature. When they turned their attention back to Y/N she was packing up her things, her back turned to the group.

Warren and Alex looked at one another before sprinting down to her, determined to beat one a another to Y/N. Warren no doubt beat Alex, using his wings as an advantage. Alex huffed, walking over to them. Y/N’s back was still faced towards them, so she didn’t sense their presence. The two boys looked at one another before nodding at each other, both reaching out and tapping their first finger against each of Y/N’ s shoulders. She turned around, her eyes looked up at the two boys, her e/c eyes going wide.

Alex was first to speak. “Y/N? This may sound a bit crazy, but I’m- we’re your soulmates.” He said, gesturing in between him and Warren. Y/N’s perfectly plush, pink lips spread out into a smile across her face.

“I have been waiting so long to meet you two, wow, I never thought I’d actually meet my soulmates.” She beamed, her perfect smile making both boys go weak at the knees. She turned to Warren, giggling softly. “I figured that you were one of my soulmate’s, you are the only one that has angel wings after all.” Warren blushes, making Y/N giggle again. She looked back at Alex, the same smile still on her face. “I had a suspicion you were too, but I wasn’t sure, any one could have plasma energy as their mutation.” Alex chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“How about we all hang out tonight? Get to know more about each other, since you know, soulmates and every things.” Warren said, his hands making weird gestures into the air. Y/N smiled, nodding as she tucked back a strand of her hair.

“I’d love that.” She slung her book bag over her shoulders before saying. “I’ll see you two later.” She kissed each of the boys on the cheek before walking into the mansion, smiles plastered on all three of their faces.


Y/N sat on the sofa in the lounging room, doing her homework and listening to the fire place crackle. She was happy, the happiest she’s been in a long time. She finally met her two soulmates, both very handsome, and both seemed to get a long, or so she hoped. She sighed, shutting her history book and setting it to the side.

“You okay there, doll?” She turns her head slightly to see Alex and Warren standing only a few feet away from her. She nods, smiling softly at them.

“Yeah, just tired of all this homework. I know Professor Logan means well, but I could care less about some of these events.” She chuckled, moving her stuff onto the coffee table and patting the seats next to her. Alex didn’t hesitate to sit on Y/N’s left side, smiling as he made himself comfortable beside her. While on the other hand Warren stood awkwardly, rocking himself back and fourth on his heels. Y/N tilted her head.

“Come sit, Warren, there’s enough room for you.” She said, her voice soft and delicate. God were these two boys already in over their heads with this girl. Warren shrugged, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“It’s just my wings, I don’t want you two to feel cramped with them. They’re always getting in the way.” He huffed, obviously upset that he couldn’t sit with his soulmates. Y/N frowned and stood up, moving the coffee table out of the way and growing what seemed to be nest in the middle of the floor. She looked at the two boys and gestured for them to sit down. They smiled and gladly sat on either side of her, forming a triangle almost.

“So, what do you want to learn about me? Or are their any things I should know about you two?” Y/N asked, leaning back on her palms. The two shrugged, making Y/N roll her eyes playfully. “Oh come on, you two. Their has to be something.” She looked at the blonde boys, waiting for one of them to speak up. And to her delight, one of them did; Alex did to be exact.

“I uh, have PTSD, from going to Cuba with the x-men, and going through the Vietnam War.” He said. “So I don’t exactly sleep well anymore.” Y/N nodded, then looked over at Warren. He scoffed but when he looked back at Y/N to see her glaring at him he coughed and started to talk.

“Uh, I just have nightmares about the fight with Apocalypse and the X-men, and umm… I have a drinking issue.”  He mumbled, almost as if he were ashamed. Y/N smiled softly at him, grabbing hold of his hand and giving it a soft squeeze to reassure him.

“Well I will be more than happy to help you two boys with your problems.” She said, making the two boys smile at her.

“Well what about you? What’s something we should know about you, love?” Warren said. Y/N’s heart practically melted at the nicknames these two boys were giving her.

“Uh, I’m not sure actually, I’m a pretty open book.” She shrugged, pulling her hair to one side of her neck. “Oh! When I get really angry or sad, or annoyed I can cause Earth quakes or any other type of extreme disaster.” She noted, The two boys looked at each other and then back to Y/N. “Don’t worry, usually I’m very calm and happy so those things hardly ever happen anymore.”

Alex tilted his head. “Anymore?” He questioned. Y/N sighed, pulling her hands into her lap.

“When I was little my family and were in a car accident. My brother and parents died on impact, but because of my mutation the Earth seemed to protect me.” Her eyes wouldn’t look up to meet the blue eyes of her soulmates. “When the doctors and nurses told me that they were dead I became so depressed and angry, I almost brought down the entire block.” By now tears brimmed her eyes. Laughing softly, she looked up, wiping her eyes with he sleeve. “Erik and Professor Xavier took me in after they figured out that it was a kid who caused so much destruction. After that they taught me how to keep my emotions at bay, keep myself calm and free of any harmful thoughts so that something like that never happens again.”  By the end of Y/N’s story Warren and Alex had sandwiched her between them, making her giggle and sniffle at the same time.

“You’ll never have to worry about something like eve again, baby girl. We’ll always make you happy, we promise.” Warren said softly, kissing the top of her head and smiling softly at Alex. Alex returned the smile, also kissing the side of her  head.

The night was spent talking, mostly about their favorite things and some things they did as a kid. The three of them were happy, and they knew they would be for a long time because they had each other.


Second part maybe??

nerdyholler  asked:

Shakarian: #2 The way you flirt is shameful.

Here it is, finally! I love writing about these two dorks, thank you for the prompt! I think we both know who is the shameful flirter. ;)

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Omega black market auctions were always tediously slow and obnoxiously over crowded, but Shepard could never resist a deal. So far though, this auction was turning out to be a bust. Out dated mods and a sorry excuse for a shuttle that had been gutted beyond repair. Nothing interesting in the bunch.

“A-and next we have something that was acquired at great risk to the seller.”

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templarhalo  asked:

If you accept suggestions, I have two. The Black Templars fighting alongside the Sisters of Battle for the first time . The High Marshal meeting Alicia Dominica for the first time .

[Black Templars hellblaster primaris marines by Paintbrush Destruction]

Orks.

Orks never changed.

In the years of the Great Crusade, they’d swamped the massed ranks of the Legions in a screaming riot of disorganized gunfire, ramshackle vehicles, and bellowed challenges.  Ten thousand years later and the only thing different were the Astartes’ colors.

The entire structure shuddered as a nearby blast from the xenos’ artillery struck the foundation.  The skyscraper shook perilously and, with a creaking inevitably tilted further and further to one side, the floor rising up at an angle as the wall dropped away.  Shouts to brace and take cover filled the air, and Davion was thankful for the nearby support pillar as he whipped his arm around it and clung there as the building tumbled.  There was no time for any further action.

Astartes lit their homing beacons as the world was filled with the thundering roar of Imperial architecture as the edifice tore itself apart.  Through it all the orks howled, and some even kept attacking the Astartes closest to them throughout the ordeal, utterly deluded to the concept of self-preservation.  Davion saw one such creature point a jerry-rigged gun at him, and with his one free hand, the primaris marine hefted the weight of his plasma incinerator and triggered the weapon.  The incandescent ball of superheated energy tore through the ork’s body and into the wall behind it, cooking off the ammunition the greenskin had been toting.

Davion’s last thought before the impact was that at least no one could reprimand him for excessive damage to the structure.

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Music Playlist!

Rules: we’re snooping up on your playlist. set your entire music library on shuffle and report the first 10 tracks that pop up and then choose 10 additional friends.

Tagged by the secretly-cat lady @sleepykalena LOL. At first I thought the songs are from my fave playlist YET it’s for the entire library so….okay :P 

1) Breathless - Shayne Ward - When I was younger (lol how old are now Georgine?) I thought this song is the sweetest and most romantic. That was before I found out how annoying men can be and suddenly this song sounds a bit too much LOL

2) Assassin’s Creed IV Black Flag Main Theme - Brian Tyler - Um….I don’t actually remember I have this?? I didn’t even play the game, I played Rogue One and it’s one of my favorite AC game beside Ezio Trilogy.

3) Someday Out of the Blue - Elton John - This is the soundtrack of Road to El Dorado and it’s actually a very nice song (yet it’s kinda underrated, just like the movie)!

4) Search Party - Sam Bruno - No, I don’t watch the movie (Paper Towns), mostly because watching The Fault in Our Stars was cringe-worthy enough for me (make no mistake, I love the book. It’s so much better), but every now and then I will go to iTunes and check the current movie’s soundtracks and I found this quite catchy.

5) If I Were You - Hoobastank - MAJOR THROWBACK TO HIGHSCHOOL TIMES omgggg this song was everywhere back then :””””)

6) Love In The Future (Intro) - John Legend - Um, no particular reason, I just love the tunes.

7) Iron Man 3 - Brian Tyler - listen to this and I guarantee you’d feel like wearing metal armor and fly across the sky while shooting enemies with a plasma beam from your palms (also: might made you feel rich and playboy like Tony Stark).

8) Magalenha - Sérgio Mendes - my mom is a big fan of Sérgio Mendes, and jazz. Like, instrumental jazz too, which she would play over and over again in the car up to the point where I couldn’t even recognize whether they’re moving to next track already or not. But this song is so good I will judge you if you don’t immediately dance to the tune (lol jk ilu) :P

9) Shape of You - Ed Sheeran - Of all 1000+ songs my library decided to shuffle to this. I won’t comment much other than if I heard this song once again in the near future I will punch anyone who happens to be around me. This song is the definition of overdose.

10) Lyla - Oasis - HEEEEEEEEY, LYLA! (yea once I actually sang this out loud while on the U-bahn, LOL). So catchy, I almost never skip this song, but my favorite one from Oasis will always be Champagne Supernova.

TIME TO TAG 10 OTHER PEOPLE, so: @simishipsrebelcaptain @rxbxlcaptain @shu-of-the-wind @oh-nostalgiaa @castiellover77 @tekayf-blog @semisweetshadow @moonprincess92nz @crazy-fruit @cassianserso !

So this is a reply to a question you posted on your other blog. I reblogged it on that post, but I figured I might as well submit it to you here as well.

Q: Meta Ridley in Prime and the Pirate troopers in Prime 2 have visible exposed hearts, somebody give me a good headcanon reason for this.

A: 

Well in the case of the Prime 2 Pirates, it’s actually a pretty common biological structure among aliens. GF biologists call it the EHV type circulatory system, as opposed to the ILV system humans have. In most species that have one, the purpose of the circulatory system is to deliver chemical resources throughout the body. For humans and a good 82% of the rest of the blood-having species in the galaxy, the resources in question are gasses pulled from the very atmosphere around them, like oxygen. The thing is the vast majority of those species don’t actually bother with having separate lungs to extract resources from the air. They simply have one organ, the heart, which both aerates their blood and pumps it. EHV (which stands for External Heart Ventilation) system species will typically have an open chest cavity, at the back of which sits their heart. The heart is protected by a porous, ossified shell that allows it to suck in air pooling in the chest cavity bit by bit as it beats and aerate the blood with whatever gaseous resources it needs. Waste gasses like CO2 are typically expelled through the mouth or through pores in the alien’s back or sides. It’s a lot like the difference between active and passive cooling in a computer. It is prone to under-performing in environments that are not rich in the right kind of gasses, and there’s the obvious weak point issue, but it’s the right choice for many species because it uses up far less energy than the active, muscle-heavy system humans have.

With Meta Ridley, it’s a different situation. Ridley is an ILV (internal lung ventilation) type species, and the pirates didn’t exactly decide to change that on a whim. But Meta Ridley is a Cyborg, and the eternal struggle of creating cyborgs is figuring out how to handle the temperature differentials. Computer components need to be kept cool to function, while most organic matter needs to be warm. Meta Ridley is a cyborg engineer’s worst nightmare. His organic components need to be kept blazing hot by most species’ standards (Ridely’s species is technically classified as pyrogenic), while the cutting-edge computing technology hard-wired into his brain to enhance it needs to keep the processor under freezing in order to function optimally. And the pirate engineers really screwed themselves over by deciding to replace Ridely’s boring old fire breath with a plasma beam: Beam weapons produce a frankly absurd amount of thermal waste and need to be supercooled to 150 K lest they melt themselves into oblivion. Most cyborg engineers have enough trouble figuring out where to put what without a wild card like that. Pirate Science team decided to answer this question by putting all of Meta Ridley’s organic components (except his brain) inside the actual ventilation chambers that carry cold air away from the computer bits. Ridley’s heart sits right in the central vent where the vents from all over his body meet and constantly blast hot air out of his body. This keeps the heart at a toasty 800 K. Perfect for Ridley.

So I guess in either case, it’s all about air circulation.

Useless Mood Ring

Warning: cussing, some angst, fluff

Pairing: Hank x reader(platonic), Peter x reader, Jean, Scott, mentions Charles

A/n: I know the feels from this hits home for a lot of people, even me sometimes. I honestly tried writing Peter in this, please tell me how I did. I honestly like the original mutation, hair changing according to mood. I’ve thought of this for awhile, at least the mutation anyway. I hope you like it even if it is, as I feel, kinda everywhere. I honestly don’t think this is the best but its the best I can do until after the 6th.

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Originally posted by xavierstea


               You sat in the library in the X mansion, reading your favorite book in peace. Nobody was around because they were ether on a mission or out with other people, other mutants. In a school full of mutants one would think that they would fit in instantly but not you. Your mutation, well you were pretty much a walking mood ring. Your hair would change colors depending on your mood. Red for anger, blue for calm, purple for happy, green for excited, yellow for nervous, orange for confused and black for sad. You haven’t discovered what other colors your moods produced but right now your hair was all blue but the tips were black. As far as you knew this was your only mutation. It made you sad because you would never be able to go on a mission like Jean, Scott, or even Peter. They all have useful mutations and yours well, you tend to stay in the library more so than not even when Jean tried to reassure you that you had nothing to worry about.

               You were hiding in your secret corner of the library where you knew no one ever goes, you found that part of the shelf pulled out to reveal a small room that was filled with sunlight making it the perfect place to hide from the others when you felt useless, which was almost all the time now a days.

               You sat against the furthest wall of the room with your knees propped up and your book on your thighs. You had always loved reading the Hobbit, it took you away from your normal but not normal life. But here you were, a girl who was a walking mood ring that knew her way around a lot of things. Being here where you knew you were alone, gave you peace of mind, knowing that Peter couldn’t bug you or have Jean try to drag you out somewhere where you felt uncomfortable. You were pulled from your thoughts and your book when heard the door to the smallish room open. You looked up and saw Hank standing at the door way with a sad smile on his face.

               “So this is where you hide out at.” He looks around the room before his eyes settle on you.

               “How, how did you find this room, Hank?” You looked up at his tall frame as you sat there on the floor. You placed your bookmark on the page you were on and closed the book. “I thought no one knew of this room, no one but Charles seeing as this is his place.” You dropped your eyes to the floor. That was when you realized that Charles must have told Hank where you were, were your thoughts that loud for the telepath to hear you?

               Hank sat down next to you, he was the only person in the whole mansion who you felt like you could talk to without being awkward or weird. He became like a brother to you, even though he was shy at times but you had helped him overcome it slightly. “Your hair has black in it, what’s wrong?”

               “It’s nothing to worry about Hank. It’s the same thing just different day.”

               “You know, you’re not useless.” He sounded sincere but you couldn’t believe it. “You are one of the brightest people here at the mansion.”

               “Hank, I am useless. I’m not part of the X-men team and it’s because of my lame mutation. Hell, Peter can run fast but me, I’m just a fucking walking mood ring with no other abilities. I can’t lift things in the air with my mind like Jean or shoot plasma beams from my eyes like Scott, grant it I would never want that because that seems to suck for him.” You felt like crying, the feeling of being useless became stronger. Your hair started to become more black than blue. Hank must have noticed this because he pulled you into his arm, hugging you.

               “Like I said you’re not useless.” He pulled back slightly to look down at you. “Who helped me finish working on the jet last month?”

               “I did”

               “Okay, who helped me with the new suits?” He started to smile slightly.

               “I did even though looking at them didn’t make me feel better.” You remembered that day. You walked into the lab while Hank was working on the suits and you saw that he was working on Jean’s suit. Telling him it didn’t look right and you ended up making it yourself just for her.

               “Still. I wouldn’t have done that without you without making everyone uncomfortable in them.” He grabbed your chin lightly and lifted it so you could look at him in the eyes. “I told you, you’re not useless. Plus I think you may have another ability that you’re unaware of.”

               “Really” You couldn’t help but smile slightly. “Wait. What do you mean you think I have another ability?” Your hair changed from blue and black to a vibrant green with hints of orange.

               “Yes, really. You know how we ran those scans on you a couple weeks ago.” You nodded your head. “Well, I had Charles take a look at them and he even noticed that there was something different the scans from a month ago.”

               “What do you mean something different?” He must of saw fear in your eyes, you hated finding something different in the scans that were always somewhat normal. Your hair had a range of colors now, ranging from green to yellow to black.

               “Hey calm down, there is no need to worry or freak out about anything. It’s just something has shown up now instead of earlier with your other ability.” This didn’t help your nerves at all, you thought about disappearing and running away to your room. “Um (Y/n) look at your hands.” His voice was filled with concern and excitement.

               “Holy shit!” You never realized that you had this ability. “I can turn invisible?” Your hands came back into view. You looked up at Hank again with a smile growing on your face. “You’re amazing Hank, you know that right?” You grabbed his face and placed a kiss on his cheek, causing him to instantly turn red. “You still blush when I do that, how long have I done this?”

               “I know, I know.” He stood up and held out his hand to help you get up.

               “You’re still my favorite nerd in the house. Now, let’s go get something to eat then we could run some tests on the extent of my newest ability.” Your hair was a mix of blues, purple and greens. Hank nodded his head and followed you out of the room and down to the kitchen where Jean, Scott and Peter were sitting at the table.

               “Well isn’t it our favorite walking mood ring. OW, what the hell was that for Jean?” Jean must have smacked Peter on the arm as you and Hank worked together to make up some sandwiches.

               “You know Speedy, you should be more nice to me.” You smirked thinking of what he might say. You heard Jean giggle behind you, she must have read your mind.

               “Why’s that?” Before you knew it, Peter was right behind you. “What’s got you all happy and excited?”

               “I have a few things in mind if you don’t be nice.” You knew this was how he was, he was even like this with Kurt wherever he may be.

               “Aw, our sweet little mood ring wanting to play.” His smirk was eminent and you heard it in his voice. You turned around to see him right in front of you.

               “You don’t think I’m capable of doing anything fun, do you.” Your eyes flashed with hurt for a second.

               “I know what you can do (Y/n). You don’t need to prove him anything.” Jean smiled over at you.

               “Thanks Jeanie.” ‘Don’t tell him about my newest ability just yet, I’m still learning about it.

               All Hank did was smile as he continued to make sandwiches, which Peter stole one easily. Smiling down at you again, he couldn’t help but notice the slight pink tint that has begun on your cheeks. Your hair began to have some pink streaks in it. A color you haven’t seen in your hair before, what could it mean.

               “You know, you’re cute when you blush.” He leaned in that way no one else could hear him. “Plus I don’t think you’re useless at all.” You looked at him in shock, did Jean tell him about the thoughts you’ve had? You hadn’t realized you let your nerves get to you again until you looked up at Peter and his eyes were wide. You quickly ran out of the kitchen, not wanting to hear the jokes Peter was about to say.

               You ran all the way to the lab and to the furthest wall. You let your back hit the wall and you slid down it, taking in deep breaths trying to calm yourself down. You had always let your emotions get the best of you and now, well now you didn’t know what to do. Just as you calmed down and you became visible, you felt a gust of wind and looked up to see the silver haired speed demon.

               “Please go away Peter.” Your voice was barely over a whisper.

               “I’m not going anywhere. Hank just told me that you just found out about this, do you really think I’ll make fun of you for it?” You gaze drops to the floor. He crouched down in front of you, placing a hand on your cheek raising your eyes to meet his. Your hair had more streaks of pink in it with purple streaks as well. “Listen to me, I would mess with you like that if you weren’t you.” You looked at him confused.

               “What, what are you talking about Peter?”

               “Ugh” He threw his head back for a second before looking back at you. “I like you. Like, I’m in love with you like you. I never think you’re useless, you’ve helped me out a lot since I came here. If you don’t like me like that, then I should..” He tries to get up but you grab his arm. Stopping him from getting up and leaving.

               “I like you too, Peter. I just never realized it and you’ve been that close to me before. My hair has never had pink in it, so I never knew what it meant but I think I do.” You took a huge, you placed your lips against his. You never felt the electricity from just this simple kiss before. It took him a moment to respond. He thought of this moment from the first day he saw you and he was amazed by how your hair changed colors depending on your mood.

               When he finally kissed you back, you never noticed your hair went completely pink. Your lips moved perfectly together, like they were made for each other. Peter’s hand came up and cradled your cheek as your hands slid up his arms then tangling in his hair, pulling him closer to you. You pull away when you hear the sound of someone clearing their throat.

               “Uh, do you guys mind taking this somewhere that’s not my lab please?” Hank had a slight pink tint to his cheeks. In an instant you were in Peter’s room on his bed under him.

               “Now where were we, Mood Ring?” You smacked him on the arm trying not to smile.

               “That’s a horrible nickname for me.” All he did was smirk before he leaned down and kissed you again.

               “And you calling yourself useless is worse.” He mumbled against your lips.

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Zim growled, squeezing his eyes shut as Shamrock quizzed him.

“D-DO NOT QUESTION ZIM!” He snapped, gritting his teeth and laying his head back, “J-JUST DO AS I SAY!”

The little alien turned his face away as he held his hands to his middle, trying desperately to stop the bleeding.

“P… Pen-shaped. Switch on the side. Metal… Hghh… Y-You’ve seen me use it! I-It emits a thin plasma beam..!”

Remember when I said that the next chapter wouldn’t have the same word length, or take as long to be released?

Well, I lied.

But hey, it got here eventually. I hope it’s worth the wait.



Near Miss



From her time serving the ADVENT, Natasatch knew how her former organization planned “anti-terror” attacks. Get a location, send a few infiltrators ahead to confirm, and then attack when humans were most vulnerable, which was usually extremely early in the morning. Now, as an XCOM soldier, the Viper discovered firsthand  why the timing of those attacks were so crucial.

When Malcolm awoke her at 3:35AM, her verpine physiology meant Natasatch was alert and ready in mere minutes. However, the humans took longer to adapt. Malcolm almost tripped over the clutter of her room as they departed, and she counted dozens of yawns exchanged between the bleary humans as they shuffled into their gear. To Natasatch’s confusion, the humans’ yawns spread to her, as if a xenovirus of perpetually opening mouths. They were nodding off on the armory benches, and as they sat down in the Skyranger, and only awakened as the red signal lights warned of the imminent engagement.

Despite the humans’ lackluster preparedness, one of them managed to question hers.

“You sure she’ll remember whose side she’s on?” A human male, one she didn’t recognize, spoke to the group.

Lieutenant Mercier, the squad leader, raised her voice. “Lay off it, McCann. She’s been fine the last times, this’ll be no different.”

“Well, fine, but it’ll be hard to tell her from other aliens.”

“I can understand your language, just so you know,” Natasatch commented. She crossed her arms. “I can tell you from the human-shaped Advent, and I expect you can do the same. Think of it in the same way.”

The new soldier gave a grunt, deciding his shotgun needed some additional inspection. Malcolm, her human friend, poked her from the side with an elbow. “Nice going, Nat,” he said, somewhat quietly. “Using your words like that.”

“I learned from you,” Natasatch said, looking pleased with herself.

“Get ready to deploy, Menace!” The voice of Firebrand resounded through the steel coffin of the cargo bay, and the rear door let out a metallic groan as it ground open. A red glow quickly filled the space, followed by the smell of smoke and distant screams. Unfastening their harnesses, they filed down the rope and into the chaotic night.

“Good luck out there.”

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anonymous asked:

Can you do some Dad!Alex headcanons? I need that in my life

fuck i love alex summers

  • He’s gentle with all three of your kids and love them all dearly
    • You end up with 2 boys(twins) and 1 girl
  • He was nervous when the twins but by the time you had Audrey, he was a Pro
    • He couldn’t hold Will or Tommy for more than a minute without worrying that he’d drop them
    • He was delicate with Audrey though. She was significantly smaller then the boys and one of the most precious things in his life and the moment she looked up at him, he was wrapped around her little finger and everyone knew it
  • Taking the kids to the mansion to visit Uncle Hank
    • The first few times that you left the kids there, you were both so nervous
      • He burned tiny holes into your shirt from worrying too much while he had an arm wrapped around your waist
  • His plasma beams being a source of entertainment for the kids
    • You were wary of him doing it around the kids at first but seeing the control he had over his mutation when he shot tiny beams out of his fingers that dissipated by the time it got a few inches away from him
  • He is willing to help them with any school project and homework
    • He wasn’t the best student but he tries his hardest
    • When they get older and bring home more challenging stuff, he raises his eyebrows and huffs
      • “Go take this to your momma, she was always the smarter of us.”
      • Watching you help them with their homework with a smile
  • He is def the parent to go all out when ever there is a competition his kid is involved in
    • He will be there rooting for them every step of the way while you roll your eyes and smile because he just gets way into it. It’s cute though
  • Worrying that they’ll have a dangerous mutation and that they are going to have to go through what he did, his hatred and fear of it
    • He still tries his best to teach them control
    • All three of them have the X gene and the house is a complete disaster after their mutations manifest
  • PIGGYBACK RIDES
  • LETTING THEM SIT ON HIS SHOULDERS
    • AND HE WILL TICKLE THEM WHILE DOING SO
  • Best father-daughter duo goes to Alex and Audrey
    • She is very much her daughter even though she takes on most of her looks from you
    • Literally the biggest mischief makers in the world
  • You have hundreds of photos of him doing cute things with his kids
    • Most notably, holding them close while they both are asleep
  • Telling them how you and him met, but altering the details to keep it rated G
  • Taking complete interest in whatever his kids find interesting
    • Space? You betcha. Pirates? He will dress up for one as Halloween for them. Animals? Checks out every book at the public library he can on animals for them.
  • The kids will get grossed out when you and Alex kiss or do anything remotely romantic
  • Laying down one night to go to bed, his arms wrapped around you and his nose buried in your hair and you turn over.
    “We did good.”
    “Yeah, we did.”

kira-darf  asked:

On the post about V404 Cyngi, you said that it emitted bright flashes of light from material it could not swallow. Can you explain how that works? How can a black hole not be able to swallow something?

  Excellent question!  I’m gonna take this opportunity to talk about the awesomeness of this binary. 

V404 Cygni is a variable microquasar, a low-mass X-ray binary that consists of a stellar-mass black hole and a companion star. The companion star is slightly smaller than our sun and it orbits a black hole 10 times its mass. The star’s orbital period is just 6.5 days, which indicates that it’s a close binary. The close orbit and the black hole’s powerful gravity produce tidal forces that pull a stream of gas (accretion stream) from its companion. The gas slowly forms a rotating disk around the black hole, known as an accretion disk.  Gravity and the interaction of particles in the disk will cause material to compress and spiral in towards the black hole, and release energy in different X-ray spectral states (low/hard state). However, there is a much larger X-ray outburst that can cause the binary to shine hundreds of times brighter than normal.

Side note: the entire disk emits light in the infrared, the UV light comes from the disk’s inner regions. Gas closer to the black hole is hotter and emits more energetic radiation, X-rays or even gamma rays.

Most of the time, the turbulent flow inside the spinning disk is steady, although, it’s clumpy enough that the binary system can appear to flicker a little, and emit short bursts of low-energy X-rays, which is one reason why it’s designated as a variable and a soft X-ray transient. The stability of the flow within the disk depends on the rate of matter flowing into it from the stellar companion to that falling into the black hole. But, there’s a glitch in V404 Cygni’s case; the disk fails to maintain that steady internal flow as the gas continues to build up around the black hole, like water behind a dam. The disk becomes progressively hotter as it reaches a critical density and when the temperature reaches the ionization level, the dam breaks, and V404 Cygni becomes an X-ray nova.

It is important to keep in mind that the accretion disk is a complex hydrodynamic place, it is subject to instabilities, in this case; the viscous/thermal disk instability model can broadly explain the sudden X-ray outbursts. This thermal-viscous instability triggers cooling and heating fronts that propagate throughout the disk, alternating between low viscosity state –  a cooler, less ionized state where gas simply collects in the outer regions of the disk, and a high viscosity state – a hotter, more ionized state that sends a tidal waves toward the black hole (illustrated below).

In the cool state the disk accumulates mass from the companion star, this can take several decades, and in the hot state the disk loses mass, at an increased rate, the heating waves propagate through the disk bringing it to a bright hot state at which the X-ray luminosity reaches its maximum. Hence the name X-ray nova. An X-ray nova is a short-lived X-ray flare that appears suddenly, and then fades out over a period of weeks or months. Now the interesting part. The powerful outbursts generate beams of plasma (hot gas) ejected at great speeds (relativistic jets) along the polar axis of the disk. So, if nothing can escape a black hole, not even light, then why do some black holes have these bipolar jets?  

The origin of these jets remains elusive, the exact process is not well understood, however, strong magnetic fields are suspected to play a role; spinning black holes that are devouring interstellar gas also expel some of it in twin collimated jets, because magnetic forces can be as strong as gravity near black holes. The black hole itself is not directly involved in the jet launching, the powerful jets of plasma emerge from the inner parts of accretion disk and travel along the open lines of the poloidal magnetic field, which extend to large distances above the disk surface.

Here’s a visual aid to give you an idea of what’s happening. This is a computer simulation of the formation of jets from a rotating accreting black hole. The accretion disk is the yellow, doughnut shaped object, the outer disk and the wind is in green/orange, the plasma beams are blue/red and the magnetic field lines are bright green.

Image credit: NASA/Goddard Space Flight Center, 3D simulation; McKinney and Blandford

Advice to my ten-year-old self

Most giant monsters only have one energy attack, with only a small handful having two, and usually then only when they have a theme.

If you’re going to give a bunch to a single monster it should either A. Be a machine or some other sort of artificial construct with many built-in weapons, or B. Have a single power source(like ki, magic, psionics or some other form of internal energy) that it can shape into multiple techniques.

Also, if a monster needs multiple special attacks, they shouldn’t be redundant. Instead of “strong energy blast”, “weaker energy blast”, “super mega energy blast”, etc, they should all have different functions and styles of use.

It needs a breath weapon and eyebeams, And a super-mega blast, AND some weird neato technique like energy disks or psychic powers?

Well, eyebeams tend to be narrow, so why not make them the focused, accurate, piercing weapon, and make the breath weapon something broader, less kinetic and more close-range, and maybe with a material component like fire breath, or acid spit, or even a sonic blast?

The chest is a good place to stick a mega-blast. But a breath weapon would most likely originate within the torso to begin with, so there’s really no practical difference between firing from the torso or channeling it up through the mouth. Instead of devoting a brand new slot to an ultimate attack, why not make it a souped up breath weapon or eyebeam?

You want it to have psychic powers too? Well, the eyes make a pretty good focus for psionics, so why not establish the eyebeams as being psionic blasts, rather than vanilla heatvision?

And exactly what is it shooting? I know it seems natural that kaiju just happen to have superpowers, but they almost always have a thematic reason. Random mutation isn’t going to give you three independent ways to shoot plasma at people.

Godzilla has his iconic breath weapon, but his atomic power motif has always been at his core.

King Ghidorah has his lightning breath, but him being a dragon, we kind of expect him to spit something deadly. Plus, electromagnetism is still a motif, however less overt than Godzilla’s.

Baragon’s fire breath seems a little out of left field, but it has the practical effect for a burrower of melting rock, giving him something of a magma motif.


Destoroyah gets a whopping THREE energy attacks with her horn-slicer, micro-oxygen spray and chest-beam. But when you think about it, doesn’t the chest-beam seem more like a less funneled, “raw” version of her breath weapon? It’s really more like two energy attacks, one of which has two different modes.

Spacegodzilla, the patron saint of convoluted, unnecessary super-powers, still only has the one beam weapon. And with a ‘cosmic radiation’ motif, his arsenal is still… semi-cohesive.

And Mothra Leo, who arguably has even more extraneous energy beams? Well, those can pretty easily be interpreted as ki or magic or spirit energy being channeled into many different techniques, DBZ-style.



So that laser-tossing space-dragon you’ve been working on? Maybe instead of having four or five energy attacks, you streamline it into a piercing eyebeam, a short spray of fire (A stylish blue, of course), both stemming from its atomic nucleus, filled with the radiation of countless stars. And maybe an energized claw or horn attack as a trump card.


Your venomous rattlesnake/scorpion/hornet/gila monster/lionfish/milkweed hybrid monster? Probably doesn’t NEED that inexplicable plasma beam. The acid-spit and venomous pincers are probably sufficient - if you want style, you could make the acid glow eerily, to emphasize itself as SUPER-acid.

Your two-headed, metal-skinned dinosaur monster from the dawn of time? Instead of shooting a rainbow of lasers from every extremity AND making it rain fireballs, maybe he should have psychic powers that he can focus into two or three ionic attacks with different applications.


A monster’s - or even any sort of character’s - powers and abilities say a lot about its character. Give it more cohesion, more consistency, and you’ll feel a LOT better about your work.

anonymous asked:

Kylo and Rey duel in Ach-to which leads to a kiss.

a/n: aw yis

He is changed. There is a preciseness and a vicious edge to him, so sharp that it cuts between them like glass. His bare face is like a physical blow, scarred and furrowed with the weight of things she doesn’t know, has only caught glimpses of in dreams and shared thoughts.

The storm is fitting, rain biting like wet knives against her skin and lightning forking across the sky, illuminating the sea and him. His is silhouetted in the flashes in the dark, monstrous, whorls of heavy, wet fabric surrounding his body.

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