reach negotiator

Scarab's impact on Diplomacy

So one of the things that I have thought about regarding Blue Beetle and the Reach was why exactly they needed an infiltrator unit in the first place. Their comic plan would have worked without Beetle fighting for them, and besides if they needed fighters, Tovar or the Reach probes or off world Scarabs could have also done the job. So why take the security risk of having a scarab?

The short answer, Diplomacy.

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At Your Mercy

The harsh winter in Mirkwood and the absence of a certain Elvenking do not leave you any other choice than hoarding all the blankets you can get.

Rating: G
Fandom: The Hobbit
Prompt: Imagine how Thranduil convicts you of late-night blanket stealing. 
Pairing: Thranduil Oropherion x Reader
Type: Reader insert, one-shot, fluff
Date: 16th February, 2015
Words: 1977
Warnings: Pure unadulterated fluff. A way too cheesy plotline. Overprotective Thranduil. Grammatically questionable Sindarin: “my love” (meleth nîn), “sweet dreams” (elei velui) and “love of my life” (meleth e-guilen).
A/N: This is the first and the only story that made it through my gigantic writer’s block. It is not more than an apprentice piece I wrote two years ago based on an imagine on @sindarinkisses, a now inactive Tolkien writing blog.
Beta’d: @jezvontesse

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

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I’m not entirely sure why some of my followers follow me (since my blog is a mix of a bunch of different stuff) but hopefully everyone can enjoy the Reach Negotiator in all his glory.

(I actually hit 100 a little while ago, but real life problems and the fact that I didn’t know what to do for hitting 100 kept me from making this until now XP )

(also I made this because I can’t get over how glow-y Negotiator is in this panel: LINK! )

The Replacement City

On September, 13th,  2005 at 11:17 am local time, the city of Vancouver, and indeed, much of the greater Vancouver area as we know it, vanished in a flash of light. It was no military attack or terrorist action, at least as far as anyone knows; there was simply nothing there, possibly as far down as the mantle. 

This lasted approximately 5 seconds, just enough time for satellite imagery and the crew of a syndicated genre TV show recording just outside the affected area to register that it happened and record that it was, in fact, missing.

And then something came back in its place.

The next several days were very, very exciting for everyone involved, as several things were discovered in short order:

The new city was inhabited, including a large refugee ghetto housing several thousand Vancouver residents, who claimed to have been in the place for months, rather than the few seconds the actual city was gone.

Within about 200 miles of the New City, the laws of physics are slightly different. The square cube law is more of a suggestion, for a start, given one of the local staples is giant beetle. Also there are wizards. Lots of wizards.

There are at least twenty new minority groups, including various species that were thought to be the province of fantasy writing. 

The local language was a close enough cognate to Renaissance era Italian that it broke at least one Ethnolinguist. He broke further when he learned about translation spells.

The local ruler was an elected monarch called the Doge, which led one meme spawning some eight years later to be -very different-.

Oh, and the reason the earth under Vancouver  vanished was at least in part to accommodate a giant fuck-off labyrinth filled with monsters and traps. “Delving”, a sort of salvage operation with swords, was and is,  a major part of the local economy.

It took nearly a year of negotiations to reach an accommodation, and so the current state of affairs treats the new city, Genuat, as an independent state, with various treaties in place to allow pursuit of fugitives from Canada and extradition, along with civil rights guarantees. 

Several abandoned temples of the less savory deities have been given for use as embassies to foreign powers. (The US being housed in the temple of Gorgo, lord of vulgarity, was not an intentional insult, unless you believe that the gods of the alternate universe somehow influenced the lots that were cast to determine who’d be housed where.)

Any visitor to the city may acquire a delving license and attempt to strike it rich in the depths below, but has to complete a training and safety course first. 

sometimes i talk about loving and supporting alice, and other times i can’t wait for someone to fucking come for alice and just try to upset her, because this woman has absolutely seen and taken worse shit than most people on earth can do to her, and buddy, if you test that may god have mercy on your soul because she will not

Head Trauma

A bluepulse OT3 fic

EDIT: For those who would find reading this on Ao3 easier on the eyes, here’s the link: Head Trauma (Ao3 version)

The loud crack was enough to make the team momentarily freeze, their eyes darting skyward to lock on Blue Beetle. For a moment he was spiraling toward the ground, his wings beating unbalanced and irregular. For that split second Impulse felt like his heart stopped. Almost as quickly as it happened he righted himself and flew straight at the meta who had thrown the giant chunk of concrete at his head to take him down quickly and efficiently.

Robin thought for a moment of ordering a tactical retreat, but they were so close to completing the mission, and judging by the way Blue Beetle was making quick work of the situation he was fine. ‘…Finish the mission. Then check in as soon as possible.’

As soon as they had secured the weapons-shipment Robin notified the League and ordered his team to fade back. The moment they had regrouped to wait for pickup from Nightwing, Tim turned to Jaime and spoke. “Are you okay? That sounded like a serious hit.”

All eyes turned to focus on Jaime. His head tilted to the side, but he didn’t armor-down. The look in his eyes was… off.

“Blue?” Bart asked as he darted over to his side.

Gold eyes glanced at Bart, inscrutable, but not hostile or warm. When he spoke it was all too clear that Jaime wasn’t the one speaking. “There is a problem,” he said without Jaime’s accent, “The head trauma is serious. Jaime Reyes is currently unconscious.”

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The Cuban Missile Crisis

At this time in 1962, the U.S. was in the thick of the Cuban Missile Crisis. Here’s a brief recap of what exactly happened during those thirteen days.

It’s not hard to imagine a world where at any given moment, you and everyone you know could be wiped out without warning at the push of a button. This was the reality for millions of people during the 45-year period after World War II, now known as the Cold War. As the United States and Soviet Union faced off across the globe, each knew that the other had nuclear weapons capable of destroying it. And destruction never loomed closer than during the 13 days of the Cuban Missile Crisis. 

In 1961, the U.S. unsuccessfully tried to overthrow Cuba’s new communist government. That failed attempt was known as the Bay of Pigs, and it convinced Cuba to seek help from the U.S.S.R. Soviet premier Nikita Khrushchev was happy to comply by secretly deploying nuclear missiles to Cuba, not only to protect the island, but to counteract the threat from U.S. missiles in Italy and Turkey. By the time U.S. intelligence discovered the plan, the materials to create the missiles were already in place. 

At an emergency meeting on October 16, 1962, military advisors urged an airstrike on missile sites and invasion of the island. But President John F. Kennedy chose a more careful approach. On October 22, he announced that the the U.S. Navy would intercept all shipments to Cuba, but a naval blockade was considered an act of war. Although the President called it a quarantine that did not block basic necessities, the Soviets didn’t appreciate the distinction.

Thus ensued the most intense six days of the Cold War. As the weapons continued to be armed, the U.S. prepared for a possible invasion. For the first time in history, the U.S. Military set itself to DEFCON 2, the defense readiness one step away from nuclear war. With hundreds of nuclear missiles ready to launch, the metaphorical Doomsday Clock stood at one minute to midnight. 

But diplomacy carried on. In Washington, D.C., Attorney General Robert Kennedy secretly met with Soviet Ambassador Anatoly Dobrynin. After intense negotiation, they reached the following proposal. The U.S. would remove their missiles from Turkey and Italy and promise to never invade Cuba in exchange for the Soviet withdrawal from Cuba under U.N. inspection. The crisis was now over. 

While criticized at the time by their respective governments for bargaining with the enemy, contemporary historical analysis shows great admiration for Kennedy’s and Khrushchev’s ability to diplomatically solve the crisis. Overall, the Cuban Missile Crisis revealed just how fragile human politics are compared to the terrifying power they can unleash.

For a deeper dive into the circumstances of the Cuban Missile Crisis, be sure to watch The history of the Cuban Missile Crisis - Matthew A. Jordan

Animation by Patrick Smith

Romantic headcanons for Darius (when alone)

- Kissing your forehead when coming home from an exhausting day of training new recruits, all sweaty and messy.

- Leaving you a simple but caring note on the nightstand, telling you he’s off to work and that breakfast is waiting for you downstairs.

- Coming home late at night and pulling your sleeping form into his arms so he can fall asleep faster.

- Always telling you to be a strong and fearless Noxian, but hugging you tightly after you come home from the battlefield, holding you close for nearly a minute.

- Sharing a drink with you in blissful silence after a long day full of negotiations. Silently reaching out to you and rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand.

- Getting incredibly agitated (on the inside) when you tell him how you were attacked earlier that day.

- Getting incredibly proud when you tell him how you beat those attackers to a pulp. 

At Your Mercy

Title: At Your Mercy

Author: Liz from Whispers Of Eryn Lasgalen (proofreading: jezvontesse)

One-Shot/Drabble: One-Shot

Pairing: Thranduil x {elf/wife} reader

Content: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1968

Original Imagine: Imagine how Thranduil convicts you of late-night blanket stealing.

Disclaimer: Everything, except the woolen socks, belongs to the marvellous J.R.R. Tolkien.

 A/N: This is my first attempt in writing a story as well as in writing something in English, so please be gentle with me. I am not sure if it works out. Jez, I thank you very much for reading over the story. I hope it will be manageable, so you won’t have a hard time proofreading it.


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