“No. No frickin’ way. I refuse to believe you, Jason Black.” Cassie gaped from her bridal carry position in my arms. When I looked anywhere but her face, idly scanning the darkened streets below us for trouble, her painted nail jabbed me sharply in the chest. “A literal fucking galaxy, are you serious? That’s so unfair!”
I instinctively glanced back down at the pouting girl, and my heart warmed at the uncommon and beautiful sight, i...
2024-04-24 07:25:27 +0000 UTC View PostSo, we're still a little bit off from the world jump, but I wanna gather where people find most attractive to go for when it happens. It won't be a purposeful decision by Jason, so he'll be surprised and whether or not he's super knowledgeable of the world is entirely dependent on which one I choose.
Note that the highest voted one won't be chosen 100% - it will simply be weighed more favorably than others when I'm figuring it out with my helpers. So no worries if the highest-voted opti...
2024-04-21 02:15:19 +0000 UTC View PostFebruary 4th, Evening
The Docks, ABB Territory
Lung was annoyed.
Really annoyed.
“B-boss! Boss, please, show mercy!” The man’s voice was muffled by the fact that his entire face was covered by a large, calloused palm - Lung’s palm. His fingers applied pressure, slowly but surely, clenching just enough to apply bone-deforming stress throughout the thug’s entire skull.
His voice was grating - high, wavering, cowardly. The...
2024-04-20 23:50:14 +0000 UTC View Post
You wanna know the weirdest thing about being in space? Or, at least, your own inner understanding of space?
Things get weirdly four dimensional, and distance… well, distance became nigh impossible to calculate, which is why I currently had no clue just how far away the distant stars were to my current position. There were a veritable infinite amount...
2024-04-17 23:01:40 +0000 UTC View PostFor those not in the know, I've added another 2k words to Chapter 35 to make the bridge between 34 and 35 a little bit smoother. It's Amy's POV, so if you like second waifu then you'll enjoy the little bonus! Check it out on QQ if you haven't, link below:
https://forum.questionablequesting.com/threads/a-mages-guide...
2024-04-14 04:11:56 +0000 UTC View PostI stepped into the Training Hall to the curious scene of Pod 084 hovering idly around Rune’s cage, a tall glass of ice cold water clenched in both mechanical grippers. The girl was eyeing him with clear trepidation in her stormy blue gaze; trust was clearly going to be hard-earned, considering the circumstances of her capture, but I wasn’t too worried about that. With Force of Spirit and Superior Form combined, breaking down her walls - racism notwithstanding - was only a matter of time.&...
2024-04-14 03:51:54 +0000 UTC View Post“So… Jason…”
“Yo.”
“Don’t just ‘yo’ me, jerk. Are you going to explain the girl tressed up like a frickin’ Thanksgiving turkey in our basement? Keeping her here wasn’t discussed in the Plan!”
I couldn’t even blame her for the volume. Cassie had already done a remarkable job keeping her cool and not fucking up the whole ‘scary jailer’ act I’d been putting on with Rune - it was unrealistic to expect that same ambivalence after the initial ‘i...
2024-04-07 02:32:28 +0000 UTC View PostFebruary 4th, Late Afternoon
Undersiders Base
The warehouse was blissfully quiet, save for the occasional shout or snicker from the ‘living room’ - Aleks and Brian playing some sort of videogame that she couldn’t bring herself to care much about. Lisa ignored them in favor of keeping all of her mental focus on the conversation at hand. Divvying up her attention too much often caused her power to confuse itself in a warped attempt to multitas...
2024-04-02 20:01:50 +0000 UTC View PostOne minute into the race and I’d already cut what was supposed to be, roughly, a six or seven mile excursion completely in half. The city beneath me, a mish-mash of dilapidated warehouse and large, blocky buildings, moved by in a hazy blur of motion due to my Sole Protector-enhanced speed, but the cinnamony-spice ting of Amy’s perfume kept me grounded and focused on the task at hand - keeping Glory Girl behind me.
I could see the Trainyard in the distance - a...
2024-03-30 14:55:50 +0000 UTC View Post“So you’re telling me that your powers completely rehauled the entire basis of your biological composition. Full stop, no bullshit, ‘let’s make Avalon the epitome of human excellence and vitality’?”
The patronizing sardonicism in Amy’s voice was tempered by the sheer amount of disbelief and amazement still causing her voice to shake against her will. That - her genuine awe and almost unsettling intrigue - were the only things stopping me from responding with...
2024-03-26 08:42:57 +0000 UTC View PostFebruary 4, 1:58 AM
The early morning darkness pressed firmly against the dreary, cloud-filled sky of Downtown Brockton Bay. The scent of petrichor permeated my senses, filling me with a familiar sense of dopamine and nostalgia that often followed after me in the wake of rain. The previous storm was now only a slight drizzle, barely even registering on my personal Aqshy field, but the ‘plip plip’ of water droplets falling against Overdrive’s truck managed to keep ...
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A Few Minutes Prior…
“Miss Militia, duck!”
The urgency in the young girl’s voice was twofold, emanating from both her earpiece and the blood-flecked truck skidding to a sharp stop behind the stranded trio of vans. It was only the earnestness of the plea - because it certainly wasn’t a command - that caused Hannah to instinctively listen and drop down into a gut-wrenching kneel. Her fractured ribcage groaned, protesting against ...
2024-03-14 05:28:35 +0000 UTC View PostA few things: I'm vetoing anything like 'Knights of the Round Table' or 'Camelot' because I don't want the entire group's theme to be Arthurian-based. Avalon just sounded mythical enough and Cassie framed it very nicely, so Jason took it.
Suggest your own in the replies as well, and if you see one you like more down there give it a like.
2024-03-12 04:43:18 +0000 UTC View PostChilling ambience filled the dark, cloudy sky.
A haze of Aqshy infused my body in a dense wave of heated magic, keeping my clothes and body dry in the wake of the night’s heavy storm. Rain droplets sizzled and evaporated mere moments away from making actual contact with me, leaving both of my visions clear.
I had been a bit… incensed at how close the truck had gotten to being turtle-flipped ove...
2024-03-10 04:57:43 +0000 UTC View PostGiving this option to you guys to vote on.
Does Rune die, or does Avalon spare the young girl? Arguments for either side will also hold weight, but know that both choices are in-character for him. Note that Rune is 14-15 in this fic, but also pretty fucking racist.
If spared, Avalon will NOT be letting her off easy. Keep that in mind.
She won't become a girlfriend, as the main pairing is already locked for Worm. Being spared also doesn't lock 2024-03-07 13:19:50 +0000 UTC View Post
February 2nd, 10:36 PM
The Protectorate HQ
The Rig was like an anxious den of busy activity, troopers and officials moving back and forth with brisk, hurried footsteps. While normally not an uncommon occurrence, considering the state of the city it claimed fealty to, the energy in the air was… stiff. Tense. Electric.
“Dauntless has just engaged Purity, Director. They’re fighting over Cypress Avenue. No recorded civilian casualties from...
2024-03-07 06:50:07 +0000 UTC View PostWalmart, Downtown Brockton Bay
I stroked my chin thoughtfully, staring down at the small shopping list Cassie had sent me after I'd texted her that I was hitting up God’s gift to mankind - Walmart - for some tinkering supplies. As always, most of the things she wanted me to pick up made sense for a software tinker, but what the hell did shit like memory cartridges and micro USB drives have in common with…
‘Three king-sized boxes of Cinna...
2024-03-03 15:00:38 +0000 UTC View PostHillside Mall, 3:40 PM
“Ames, are you sureee you don’t wanna stop by Victoria’s Secret? Get you some facial cream? Exfoliation gel? Ferulic-based serums?” Victoria’s voice was casual, almost playful in its whimsy, as she hummed along to the Katy Perry song playing from the mall’s overhead speakers.
There was a pause, and she watched amusedly as the scowling, heavily-freckled girl snapped her head up from her phone to shoot blunted daggers at her. Whate...
2024-02-27 05:18:43 +0000 UTC View PostThe Docks, 1 PM - A Day Before the Mission.
“You sure this is the right address, Squealer?” I asked, heavy amounts of doubt clear in the low timbre of my voice. I squinted at the large, stainless steel of the dilapidated storage factory, noting the very obvious red and green Azn Bad Boi tags messily painted all along the front of the massive, run-down facility. The Docks, as always, were the centerpiece of urban decay in Brockton Bay, and it just so happened that th...
2024-02-23 15:00:20 +0000 UTC View Post10 AM, February 1st - One Day Before the Mission…
‘The morning after’, a time-tested moment of awkward eye contact and mumbled conversation, often had over a breakfast that tasted wooden and plain with the tenseness of the atmosphere.
None of that shit applied to Cassie and I, thankfully - it hadn’t happened the first time we had sex, and it didn’t now, no matter how much Sherrel was trying to make things awkward.
“Come on!” she crowed, resting...
2024-02-21 08:51:58 +0000 UTC View PostAn hour later, 3:30 AM.
A steaming hot shower after a long, stinky day of kicking ass, dealing with panic attacks, rizzing up baddies, and being an overall mid boyfriend was almost purifying in its relief. The weight of my reality still sat heavily on my shoulders, forever threatening to pin me down and lock me back into the gray cloud of depression and anxiety that had consumed my early years, but I knew that there was no way I was going to let it win. There were a lot...
2024-02-15 23:34:23 +0000 UTC View Post‘One or two hours’ ended up being a magical serpent ride that lasted until roughly 1 AM.
It hadn’t even been one of those situations where I’d gotten distracted by a pretty girl and ended up talking, and later fucking, her head off. Amy wasn’t nearly that fast, I was with Cassie, and the vibe just wasn’t that sorta vibe. Instead, we had simply listened to different songs from Disney as we circled around the western side of Brockton Bay, too high up to be spotted by sharp-eye...
2024-02-13 12:09:42 +0000 UTC View PostFifteen minutes later, and it turned out that the answer to my previous question was; a lot of outfits.
Designer Surplus was like Brockton Bay’s version of a thrift store. The fact that it was nestled comfortably downtown meant that it was pretty well-kept, but cleanliness didn’t necessarily equate to perceptive and hardworking employees. The teenage girl running the front counter barely even peeked up from her cell phone when we quietly entered the dimly lit shop, and considering I...
2024-02-04 22:06:34 +0000 UTC View PostCertain people are already locked in to Avalon's 'side', such as: Squealer, Cassie, and Pod 084. As my awesome Patrons, I give you the opportunity to recommend more capes for him to try and scoop up!
He isn't against getting his hands a bit dirty, but he won't beat and force a true blue hero to join up.
Throw in some cape names you wanna see join his so-far-unnamed group here, and they will be included in the official poll later on!
2024-02-02 22:16:43 +0000 UTC View PostJoin in if you wanna discuss the story(s) or just shoot the shit! Let me know your Patreon username as well so you can get the Patreon role.
2024-02-02 09:53:18 +0000 UTC View PostKidnapping Squealer of all people hadn’t been my first choice.
Even in my past life I was the type to keep my circles extremely small, so going out and intentionally looking for a greasy-haired skank to add into the mix was pretty much on the opposite side of my usual MO. It was Cassie who actually made the push to ‘recruit’ Squealer, if only for the counter prisoner-break that would inevitably be happening in a few days. The truth of the matter was that our little Nazi C...
2024-02-02 08:59:57 +0000 UTC View PostTwo Days Later...
The dingy, trash-strewn, and vaguely sewer-scented paradise beneath Archer Bridge practically seemed to shake, shudder, and vibrate to the obnoxiously loud music blaring through the hazy, smoke-tinted air. The music came from a pair of oversized black speakers, shaking and bumping on top of a bulky, kitted out Cadillac that was lifted at...
2024-01-31 12:32:27 +0000 UTC View Post“So let me get this straight…”
My finger began tapping a steady, quiet rhythm against my crossed forearms. I wasn’t angry, in spite of my carefully cooled and monotonous tone of voice. Well, maybe I was a little bit, but it wasn’t all-encompassing. If what she told me was correct, her little sidequest had went off without a hitch with the assistance of Pod 084, and I was hardly the type of boyfriend to be like ‘you need to tell me everything you’re doing at all times’, b...
2024-01-30 00:16:03 +0000 UTC View Post