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Didn't she grow to maturity then stop aging?
Also I definitely think Cherico's Fallout fic ended with the world being a lot better off. @Radial
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Didn't she grow to maturity then stop aging?
Also I definitely think Cherico's Fallout fic ended with the world being a lot better off. @Radial
Looks like you're right. I did a quick check on the wiki and found-
-which would imply late teens, likely enough. It still presents an issue of her brain having been locked in a state that hasn't finished developing.
And does nothing to negate the fact that the woman can't get properly laid. Which is something that, as amusing as it is sad, is not something I'll be writing an actual response to.
Thozmp
Gets my kicks above the waistline, Sunshine.
Let's be fair to Strider, the Endbringer delivery guy. He doesn't fight, as far as I know, but he's the teleporter that brings everyone else to the fight as quickly as possible. Though I think he ended up killed by Khonsu.
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I also think he went independent because he didn't want to be a perpetual taxi service.
Which makes sense, but plenty of fanfics go on and on about how many mistakes the Protectorate makes and how they could do so much better, and all the solutions involve having lots and lots of really high-end powers in support roles.
Then they turn around and refuse to take those support roles themselves.
Most of the folks I've talked to have agreed: You get paid better in the private sector.
If Strider were Protectorate, he'd be expected to be on-call and follow a ridiculous number of rules and regulations. As a contractor, he can look at that list of rules and say 'Alright, I'll follow this new rule... at a higher cost. Or you can find someone else.'
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Dunno how to tell you this so I guess I'll just muddle through: you don't need full penetration to have gotten properly laid. But also, there is a non-zero chance RCB was sexually active as a teenager, before the cancer and the superpowers. She was a teenager, in Los Angeles, in the early 1980s.
Rather than discussing those mechanics, I'll point to a few different facts that contributed to that particular joke.
It's one of the main selling points that a Cauldron Vial will restore someone to the peak physical health that they could have achieved. For some this has been incredibly transformative, restoring missing limbs and giving people back the the ability to live normal lives in addition to their superpowers.
How does the broken Shard know how to do this? That is a fantastic question and one that I don't believe has been ruined by Wildbow yet. My take on it, and I'll have to offer up some additional explanation, is that the Shard instead models someone based on their genetics and then expends resources to correct the differences.
Which would be much more energy intensive than a normal, functional Shard. Those are instead monitoring a number of potential hosts throughout their lives and waiting for the appropriate moment to actively enworsen their lives by means of additional powers granted at the most in/opportune moment.
So, with that in mind, a small flap of accessory skin may likely be restored as well. Which would then suffer from the inviolate nature of Alexandria's stasis-lock, much to her detriment.
If that were the only barrier to her engaging in adult activities then, yes, workarounds do certainly exist.
However, we must also consider the secondary superpowers that the woman gained. That is, very considerable superstrength. Which does not modulate itself based strictly on her intentions, as it might with Supergirl or Superman. This would considerably limit the number of potential partners that Alexandria could safely engage with, and that is before taking into consideration the extreme stresses placed upon her almost non-existant personal life due to performing two full-time jobs as well as being a key member of a shadow cabal actively manipulating elements in the background.
With these considerable factors all piled together, it would not be unreasonable to assume that...
1: It's not safe for Alexandria to be getting any.
2: She doesn't have the time to be getting any.
3: Which is unfortunate given that she's in the physical age bracket where her hormones would be giving her grief for not getting any.
4: Which is adding another layer of stress to the woman who is already mentally stressed due to overwork.
In conclusion: Like everyone else written by Wildbow, being Alexandria is suffering.
And I cannot believe I wrote 400 words about Alexandria's non-existent sex life...
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Worrying for the future.
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Alec: This is my girlfriend Kary, and this is Kary's girlfriend Minnie"Poor MP is disappointed nobody is lewding over her.
MP: "Sometimes a girl wants to feel appreciated, dang nabit!"
[later]
Alec: (shows up with MP)
Kary:"Hey, who's the girl with the rockin' badonkadonk?"
MP: "I'm being objectified AND I LIKE IT!!!"
Kary:
Beyond her super strength, I'm pretty sure Alexandria's partner would have a very rough time because of her version of super toughness. Its been a long time since I read the original work, but I remember a line about how she doesn't shake hands as Rebecca, because her flesh has no give to it anymore.
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Not on the first day, but the copper in the bronze will oxidize rapidly in the sea air.
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Space worm best worm.
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I believe Al added self-regeneration to it, so no, it should never tarnish again.
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I... think WoG on Alexandria is that her development continued into adulthood until it slowed to a stop. Also her brain had to be changeable and doing something or an anoxic brain injury wouldn't have rendered her a vegetable.
The reason she has to wear makeup is that she looks twenty and RCB is supposed to be in her mid to late forties.
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I wouldn't put it past Al to rent a hotel room, buy a costume jewelry ring to put on her finger, and print up a fake marriage certificate just to mess with her when she wakes up.
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Nay, the soft parts are still soft (but invulnerable); you can tell because she isn't a statue, her joints still look normal, and she can flex and make facial expressions and stuff. And also because Wildbow said so, but that's secondary.
IN the Flash from the 90's, Russia made up a trio of speedsters. They meet Wally, get schooled, emigrate to America, and open up Kapitalist Kouriers, when you need it to be there in a Flash!
Have you tried "Move"?
Move (Worm)
So I fed my insomnia last night by reading Distance and Jaunt (thanks to this reddit page), and...
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To a lessor extent Jaunt and "The First Step is the Longest"
"The First Step is the Longest"?
A Host Of Snippets
This is where I'll be dropping either fics that are oneshots, unfinished and haven't hit the minimum amount for me to published, or unfinished and would have never been published otherwise for one reason or another.
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A Host Of Snippets
This is where I'll be dropping either fics that are oneshots, unfinished and haven't hit the minimum amount for me to published, or unfinished and will never be published otherwise for one reason or another. There's art in the media tag
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The First Step Is The Longest - Zira - Parahumans Series - Wildbow [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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Worm 53
How to Beat Fried Worms
Disclaimer: Worm is owned by Wildbow, and he can keep it.
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Chapter 53: Insidious
Interlude: Nathan Albright
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Something a lot of people didn't quite seem to understand about powers is that they came with a sort of innate understanding of what they were and what they did.
Blasters didn't get some new kinds of muscles that they used to shoot lasers out their buttholes, for example.
Well. Normally, at any rate. Exceptions did exist and they were usually really, really weird.
Now, of all the different categories of capes, Blasters, Shakers, Thinkers and Tinkers, the two with the most overlap were the Masters and the Strangers. Then those could get sub-categories based on how they specifically worked.
Nathan remembered reading all of that on PHO. There were some good forums that popped up when he was looking around on Hoard, the online search application.
Nathan's power was really strong. And he couldn't turn it off. Or, if he could, he didn't -want- to turn it off.
Keeping people from hurting him was... it was exactly the thing he'd needed. And he didn't want to let anyone hurt him. And now they couldn't!
Not again.
Still... Nathan's power had stopped him from getting hurt but...
The young boy woke up with a jolt when someone sat down on the bench he'd been sleeping on, hidden away under a palm tree in a little park near one of the casinos in Las Vegas. He jerked up, his eyes bleary, as he focused on the man that had sat down next to his feet.
As he looked at him, the man was looking at Nathan, too. Yellow, inhuman eyes stared into his own...
"...Christ, kid," the man mumbled as he reached into nothing and came back with a burrito, which he held out towards Nathan's face. "When did you last eat? When did you last take a bath?"
"Who the hell are you?!" Nathan asked, acid in his voice as he backed away from the...
His stomach growled at him when he caught a whiff of the food on offer. He could smell the salt, pepper, eggs and sausage and-
It tasted so good!
Nathan felt a brief moment of confusion as his jaw worked to chew up the breakfast burrito. It tasted way better than anything he'd eaten from any truckstops or convenience stores! He hadn't eaten any good, hot food since...
"Take your time, kiddo," the stranger said as he leaned back on the bench. "The food isn't going anywhere."
"Whudda wan'?" Nathan asked, his mouth full. He didn't bother swallowing and he didn't care that he was talking with his mouth full.
What was the unknown parahuman gonna do? Spank him?
Nathan was untouchable!
"To talk," the man said. "You don't have to say anything, kiddo. I just want to say my bit and what you do with it is up to you."
Nathan glared at the weirdo for a minute before he took another bite of savory heaven and nodded.
"Anyone ever tell you that the power you get is a direct response to what you need, right when you need it?" the man asked.
Nathan shook his head. He'd never heard that. Not from the jerks that tried to get him to join the Wards and not from the internet, either.
"If some parahuman is hurting you with their power, you might get the Trump power to turn their power off. If you're trapped and escape is just out of reach, maybe you'll get some kind of Mover or Changer power to cross the distance. If someone you loved killed themselves, and you kept trying to figure out why? You might get a Thinker power to see the past or put a bunch of clues together." The man sighed and leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees. "So, kiddo. What's it mean when someone gets a power that keeps other people from hurting them?"
Nathan froze in the act of chewing through a chunk of sausage and stared at the man who was distinctly not looking at him. He swallowed thickly and looked down, tears burning at the edges of his vision.
"You don't have to answer me," the man said, his voice quiet as he pulled a folded piece of paper out of his pants pocket. "But I'd like to know; Who hurt you?"
Nathan stared down at the burrito, at the eggs and cheese and meat and the simple kindness that he'd only ever gotten from the housekeeper back when he'd still lived at home with his parents.
"I..." Nathan started, his voice thick as he struggled to speak past a lump in his throat. "I was supposed to be a movie star. I was going to be in a movie, 'Left Behind', where I'd get to be a hero against a couple of older capes who were trying to steal stuff. It was supposed to be funny!"
Nathan laughed, then it quickly turned into a sob.
"The director? Jesse Harris? He-He made me... do things." Nathan needed a moment to breathe after admitting that. He'd told people, just after he got his powers, but nobody did anything. Nobody -ever- did anything! "He said... He said it was normal. That every actor did it, you know? But it- it hurt! And he wouldn't stop! And then-then I made him stop."
Nathan reached up with his greasy, dirty fingers to rub at his nose.
"...He couldn't do things to me," Nathan said after a few seconds of shuddering breaths. "And that made him really mad. I lost my part, and my parents got all mad, and I..."
Nathan nearly jumped out of his seat when he felt a hand land on his shoulder.
"...Kid," the man said, his voice harsh though Nathan could tell it wasn't aimed at him. The hand holding him didn't hurt- it couldn't hurt him. Not with his power. "You didn't deserve that. Nobody deserves that."
The man took a shuddering breath and turned his head to look at Nathan's face, locking his eyes on Nathan's own. His eyes, yellow and slitted, were filled with fury. A rage that the young boy had never seen before...
At least, never on his behalf.
"Here," the man said as he handed over the paper he'd pulled out of his pocket earlier. Unfolding it, Nathan saw a phone number written in simply, blocky figures. "Call that number and tell whoever answers it that you met Protector."
"...Whose number is it?" Nathan asked as the guy stood up and straightened his clothes.
"Alexandria's," the man, Protector, answered him. "You tell her that I was here and she'll come to check on you herself."
"Really?!" Nathan asked, his hurt almost forgotten in the face of having Alexandria's personal phone number! "You know her?!"
"We've talked," the man admitted before he began to walk away. "Good luck, Prince. Someday? You'll be an amazing hero."
Nathan watched the man walk away, his burrito almost forgotten as he repeated what the man had said.
His parents had been so angry when he'd been removed from the silver screen because of his powers. He'd overheard them arguing, he'd heard them saying how useless, how worthless he was...
He hadn't had anyone say they'd believed in him, not in a long, long time. Especially not with a power like his!
Swallowing thickly as he looked at the phone number, as he repeated the digits in his mind...
Could he be a hero? Should he be a hero?
Firming his resolve, the filthy young boy stuffed the remains of the burrito into his mouth and chewed.
If a friend of Alexandria said he could be a hero...
Then Nathan Albright was going to be the best hero there ever was!
AN/ ...Fuck Hollywood.
Disclaimer: Worm is owned by Wildbow, and he can keep it.
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Chapter 53: Insidious
Interlude: Nathan Albright
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Something a lot of people didn't quite seem to understand about powers is that they came with a sort of innate understanding of what they were and what they did.
Blasters didn't get some new kinds of muscles that they used to shoot lasers out their buttholes, for example.
Well. Normally, at any rate. Exceptions did exist and they were usually really, really weird.
Now, of all the different categories of capes, Blasters, Shakers, Thinkers and Tinkers, the two with the most overlap were the Masters and the Strangers. Then those could get sub-categories based on how they specifically worked.
Nathan remembered reading all of that on PHO. There were some good forums that popped up when he was looking around on Hoard, the online search application.
Nathan's power was really strong. And he couldn't turn it off. Or, if he could, he didn't -want- to turn it off.
Keeping people from hurting him was... it was exactly the thing he'd needed. And he didn't want to let anyone hurt him. And now they couldn't!
Not again.
Still... Nathan's power had stopped him from getting hurt but...
The young boy woke up with a jolt when someone sat down on the bench he'd been sleeping on, hidden away under a palm tree in a little park near one of the casinos in Las Vegas. He jerked up, his eyes bleary, as he focused on the man that had sat down next to his feet.
As he looked at him, the man was looking at Nathan, too. Yellow, inhuman eyes stared into his own...
"...Christ, kid," the man mumbled as he reached into nothing and came back with a burrito, which he held out towards Nathan's face. "When did you last eat? When did you last take a bath?"
"Who the hell are you?!" Nathan asked, acid in his voice as he backed away from the...
His stomach growled at him when he caught a whiff of the food on offer. He could smell the salt, pepper, eggs and sausage and-
It tasted so good!
Nathan felt a brief moment of confusion as his jaw worked to chew up the breakfast burrito. It tasted way better than anything he'd eaten from any truckstops or convenience stores! He hadn't eaten any good, hot food since...
"Take your time, kiddo," the stranger said as he leaned back on the bench. "The food isn't going anywhere."
"Whudda wan'?" Nathan asked, his mouth full. He didn't bother swallowing and he didn't care that he was talking with his mouth full.
What was the unknown parahuman gonna do? Spank him?
Nathan was untouchable!
"To talk," the man said. "You don't have to say anything, kiddo. I just want to say my bit and what you do with it is up to you."
Nathan glared at the weirdo for a minute before he took another bite of savory heaven and nodded.
"Anyone ever tell you that the power you get is a direct response to what you need, right when you need it?" the man asked.
Nathan shook his head. He'd never heard that. Not from the jerks that tried to get him to join the Wards and not from the internet, either.
"If some parahuman is hurting you with their power, you might get the Trump power to turn their power off. If you're trapped and escape is just out of reach, maybe you'll get some kind of Mover or Changer power to cross the distance. If someone you loved killed themselves, and you kept trying to figure out why? You might get a Thinker power to see the past or put a bunch of clues together." The man sighed and leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees. "So, kiddo. What's it mean when someone gets a power that keeps other people from hurting them?"
Nathan froze in the act of chewing through a chunk of sausage and stared at the man who was distinctly not looking at him. He swallowed thickly and looked down, tears burning at the edges of his vision.
"You don't have to answer me," the man said, his voice quiet as he pulled a folded piece of paper out of his pants pocket. "But I'd like to know; Who hurt you?"
Nathan stared down at the burrito, at the eggs and cheese and meat and the simple kindness that he'd only ever gotten from the housekeeper back when he'd still lived at home with his parents.
"I..." Nathan started, his voice thick as he struggled to speak past a lump in his throat. "I was supposed to be a movie star. I was going to be in a movie, 'Left Behind', where I'd get to be a hero against a couple of older capes who were trying to steal stuff. It was supposed to be funny!"
Nathan laughed, then it quickly turned into a sob.
"The director? Jesse Harris? He-He made me... do things." Nathan needed a moment to breathe after admitting that. He'd told people, just after he got his powers, but nobody did anything. Nobody -ever- did anything! "He said... He said it was normal. That every actor did it, you know? But it- it hurt! And he wouldn't stop! And then-then I made him stop."
Nathan reached up with his greasy, dirty fingers to rub at his nose.
"...He couldn't do things to me," Nathan said after a few seconds of shuddering breaths. "And that made him really mad. I lost my part, and my parents got all mad, and I..."
Nathan nearly jumped out of his seat when he felt a hand land on his shoulder.
"...Kid," the man said, his voice harsh though Nathan could tell it wasn't aimed at him. The hand holding him didn't hurt- it couldn't hurt him. Not with his power. "You didn't deserve that. Nobody deserves that."
The man took a shuddering breath and turned his head to look at Nathan's face, locking his eyes on Nathan's own. His eyes, yellow and slitted, were filled with fury. A rage that the young boy had never seen before...
At least, never on his behalf.
"Here," the man said as he handed over the paper he'd pulled out of his pocket earlier. Unfolding it, Nathan saw a phone number written in simply, blocky figures. "Call that number and tell whoever answers it that you met Protector."
"...Whose number is it?" Nathan asked as the guy stood up and straightened his clothes.
"Alexandria's," the man, Protector, answered him. "You tell her that I was here and she'll come to check on you herself."
"Really?!" Nathan asked, his hurt almost forgotten in the face of having Alexandria's personal phone number! "You know her?!"
"We've talked," the man admitted before he began to walk away. "Good luck, Prince. Someday? You'll be an amazing hero."
Nathan watched the man walk away, his burrito almost forgotten as he repeated what the man had said.
His parents had been so angry when he'd been removed from the silver screen because of his powers. He'd overheard them arguing, he'd heard them saying how useless, how worthless he was...
He hadn't had anyone say they'd believed in him, not in a long, long time. Especially not with a power like his!
Swallowing thickly as he looked at the phone number, as he repeated the digits in his mind...
Could he be a hero? Should he be a hero?
Firming his resolve, the filthy young boy stuffed the remains of the burrito into his mouth and chewed.
If a friend of Alexandria said he could be a hero...
Then Nathan Albright was going to be the best hero there ever was!
AN/ ...Fuck Hollywood.
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Oh fuck.
Like, mastering others to stop?
Reversing time if they try?
Rewriting causality to undo it?
Denying an event from existence?
Switching places with a 'you' from an alternative reality where you dodge the person?
Daimah
Lurking lurker that lurks
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Looks like a certain director is gonna have an accident or a dozen.
Ah the whole tragedy of Child Actors, and seeing as Nickelodeon's KCA's were yesterday and I was curious about why it looked like they were working on a way Smaller Budget, I went looking and what did I learn about "Quiet on Set" So I've got a good idea about what he went through so all I'm going to say is I hope the Entire Studio Involved in Mr. Albright's Past goes up in Flames
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Official wording is: "August Prince's power stops individuals with the intent to target him from proceeding with an action whose final result could directly harm him either physically or through general deleterious effects."
Kinda like that Master/Stranger in Ward who you couldn't look at. If they carelessly moved the wrong way, they could snap peoples' necks as they needed to 'not look at them.'
Zeuseus
KNEEL BEFORE YOUR GOD!!
It's sort of Nice Guy style Master/Stranger I think. You can't even think of performing an action that would result in hurting him. If i remember right, when Skitter fights him and the others he's with, he basically just puts himself in the way of potential attacks on his allies so that he'd be guaranteed to get hurt by collateral and thus they can't attack their targets.