Safe For Work Worm Ideas thread

Anyone have the full names of all of the BB Protectorate and wards?

 

Lisa creates her own thieving gang before Coil ever notices her and, as such, he can't really grab her. However, knowing that being in a team will make her higher-profile, her team only ever hits "acceptable targets". Cigarette companies, criminals, and other rich groups where a fair number of people will be cheering them on as they commit their crimes or at least not feeling much, if any, sympathy for their targets.

To help make sure people know why they're acceptable targets and to prevent the PRT from blackening their name easily they make sure to share video of what went on while keeping the heists clean as well as share what provoked the attack in the first place. They're sort of like Uber and Leet, but a lot more interesting, more competent, and less dangerous.

The Brockton Bay Wards don't want to try and stop them; whenever they're "asked" to engage they always find some way to delay long enough for the Undersiders (or whatever they're called in this universe) to escape cleanly. That or refuse, if they think they can get away with it. Either because they're fans, they don't disapprove of what they're doing, or they just don't want to get into a fight with the scarily-effective team. (Which may well be larger than it was in canon) If Taylor ever joined and tried to do what she did in canon she would definitely be called on it and forced to deescalate significantly. (No death threats, no maiming, no stealing from people that aren't (or can't be made known to be) readily acceptable targets or damaging their property without providing suitable compensation and an apology/thank you letter...)

 

I don't think Taylor would try to do what she did in canon if she joined these Underdogs.

Remember that every time she escalated, it was because she was pushed.

 

I was thinking more her "intimidate people into submission so she doesn't have to physically harm them" thing, but yes, good point.

 

Was watching Defiance today and looking at it i ended up wondering if anyone had thought about a cross with worm. The basis for the idea being that when the extra solar colonial fleets arrived they crashed into the entities, killing them. Through dimensional shinanigans hitting the entities resulted in all eight of the alien species ended up on earth bet. Instead of the worlds introduction to para humans being Scion the colonization wars (Can't remember the name used for them in the show) resulted in parahumans being considered part of the terra forming process screw up.

Depending on what the focus was on it could either be centered on Defiance or Worm. Anyway, just wanted to throw the idea out there and see if there was any feedback on it, or if it sparked someone's imagination.

 

I know Armsmaster is known as Arsenal in one of Eden's visions, but is the name Arsenal ever used anywhere else?

 

don't think so.

 

Seraviel's Manager over on SB has Arsenal as one of Taylor's many cape personas.

 

I like it. I take it Zion will be dealt with easily though. Ki is proven to break dimensional barriers. Honestly, Bills probably got the entities going since he is too damn lazy to do his job.

AbridgeChilled: Continue.

 

I like it! I'd definitely read more, if you write it. There's a lot of potential here, I think.

 

I'll agree that it's good but Scion should be no means be a pushover, the important thing to note being that if ki is real here then Scion should know about ki as they'd have encountered some race able to use it and studied it in depth like everything else. So what you've actually done is turn the millions of year old planet sized alien that is more intelligent then all of humanity ever combined into a dragonball style ki user, see the issue? Anyway that just applies more so if Bills was the source of them as he'd definitely have created ki using beings.

It's the trick in crossovers, if you add a new mechanic to the multiverse you also have to have an explanation for why Scion and Eden hadn't encountered it before or you have to have them be able to use it. Generally that doesn't matter as it's either they have encountered it and a shard just gave the protag the power or it's from across the fictional omniverse and beyond the reach of any entity. This one however is neither it seems so if they can't use and don't know about ki you'd need a good explanation given that pre-industrial societies can do it and it seems basically every sapient ever is capable of figuring out how by themselves with time and effort.

 

I got bored and decided to make a worm prompt for people to write a worm story based on poetry,they can use a line from the poem,personally i want people to avoid using the title if it can't be helped.you can even use an Oc,crossovers or the poem in the story.your even allowed to use a different poem,BUT not Invictus!

Spoiler: The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Spoiler: I have a rendezvous with Death by Alan Seeger

I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air—
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.

It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath—
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.

God knows ‘twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear...
But I’ve a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.

Spoiler: The Verdicts - by Rudyard Kipling

(JUTLAND)

1916

Not in the thick of the fight,
Not in the press of the odds,
Do the heroes come to their height,
Or we know the demi-gods.

That stands over till peace.
We can only perceive
Men returned from the seas,
Very grateful for leave.

They grant us sudden days
Snatched from their business of war;
But we are too close to appraise
What manner of men they are.

And, whether their names go down
With age-kept victories,
Or whether they battle and drown
Unreckoned, is hid from our eyes.

They are too near to be great,
But our children shall understand
When and how our fate
Was changed, and by whose hand.

Our children shall measure their worth.
We are content to be blind . . .
But we know that we walk on a new-born earth
With the saviours of mankind.

Spoiler: If, the poem by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Spoiler: A Poison Tree by William Blake

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe;
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I water'd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with my smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veil'd the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree

Spoiler: Ode to a Nightingale By John Keats

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness,— That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth,
Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth!
O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim:

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known,
The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;
Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.

Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,
But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards:
Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.

I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,
But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows
The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod.

Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down;
The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown:
Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.

Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self!
Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf.
Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music:—Do I wake or sleep?

Spoiler: A Girl by Ezra Pound

The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast—
Downward,
The branches grow out of me, like arms.

Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child—so high—you are,
And all this is folly to the world.

Spoiler: The Tyger by William Blake

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!

When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Spoiler: The Second Coming by W. B. Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Spoiler: Journey of the Magi by T. S. Eliot

"A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a long journey:
The ways deep and the weather sharp,
The very dead of winter."
And the camels galled, sore-footed, refractory,
Lying down in the melting snow.
There were times we regretted
The summer palaces on slopes, the terraces,
And the silken girls bringing sherbet.
Then the camel men cursing and grumbling
And running away, and wanting their liquor and women,
And the night-fires going out, and the lack of shelters,
And the cities hostile and the towns unfriendly
And the villages dirty, and charging high prices:
A hard time we had of it.
At the end we preferred to travel all night,
Sleeping in snatches,
With the voices singing in our ears, saying
That this was all folly.

Then at dawn we came down to a temperate valley,
Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetation;
With a running stream and a water-mill beating the darkness,
And three trees on the low sky,
And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow.
Then we came to a tavern with vine-leaves over the lintel,
Six hands at an open door dicing for pieces of silver,
And feet kicking the empty wine-skins.
But there was no information, and so we continued
And arrived at evening, not a moment too soon
Finding the place; it was (you may say) satisfactory.

All this was a long time ago, I remember,
And I would do it again, but set down
This set down
This: were we lead all that way for
Birth or Death? There was a Birth, certainly,
We had evidence and no doubt. I had seen birth and death,
But had thought they were different; this Birth was
Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death.
We returned to our places, these Kingdoms,
But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,
With an alien people clutching their gods.
I should be glad of another death.

Spoiler: Eideolon, Book 3, Section 7. By H. D.

Was Helen stronger than Achilles even "as the arrows fell"? That could not be, but he recognised in her some power other than her legendary beauty.

He could name Helena,
but the other he could not name;
she was a lure, a light,

an intimate flame, a secret kept
even from his slaves, the elect,
the innermost hierarchy;

only Helena could be named
and she was a public scandal
in any case, a cause of shame

to Agamemnon and Menelaus;
it was not that she was beautiful,
true, she stood on the Walls,

taut and indifferent
as the arrows fell;
it was not that she was beautiful,

there were others,
in spite of the legend,
as gracious, as tall;

it was not that she was beautiful,
but he stared and stared
across the charred wood

and the smouldering flame,
till his eyes cleared
and the smoke drifted away.

Spoiler: I Choose the Mountain~ by Howard Simon

The low lands call
I am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free dwelling
Without having to conquer

The massive mountain makes its move
Beckoning me to ascend
A much more difficult path
To get up the slippery bend

I cannot choose both
I have a choice to make
I must be wise
This will determine my fate

I choose, I choose the mountain
With all its stress and strain
Because only by climbing
Can I rise above the plane

I choose the mountain
And I will never stop climbing
I choose the mountain
And I shall forever be ascending
I choose the mountain

Spoiler: Wind Of Change by The Brenda Wright

Oh feel the winds of the season's change
Loudly roaring it's way into our face
As it pushes back time and place
Forcing forward the new horizons.

As we dare run to the comfort of the Old,
The New whirls by taking hold
Making us look into new challenges
Even though we haven't conquered the past.

Mistakes rush by we can no longer repair;
A love loosens it's latest flair.
Will another flame take hold?
Passions yearning, sentimental burning,
Gripping, grasping to keep time and fashion still.

The Winds of Change, loudly roaring,
Sets fear into hearts of losing all
But the memories of previous charts.

Pounding, beating against our faces,
It forces it's quarry onto new places.
Looking backward there is no view.
Only forward, but how, with who?

Resist! Struggle! Be sedentary!
But we are only overcome
as it carries us into a new
Season of life abound.

 

Oh fuck yeah, Worm/Fate!

>avenger

oh fuck no

 

Is that a 'scared' "oh fuck no", or an 'avoid like the plague' "oh fuck no"?

 

Yes.

EDIT: but srsly, Taylor is halfway to Mind of Steel by her intro, there's no way this can end well. She's firmly of the Emiya School of Heroism.

 

I'll state this here and now then.

I love Worm, and Fate, and Warhammer, and plenty of other Grimdark and/or sad settings and stories.

But my writing will never be those. I am a firm believer in happy endings and the triumph of good.

Will things get dark? Certainly. Will the darkness consume all leaving only the weeping of the damned? Never.

Taylor is certainly going to be more than a little bit Mind of Steel. But it will not be the entirety of her character. Her return from just such a mindstate is going to be a driving plotpoint further down the story.

 

Well, I was under the impression that at best, we're just delaying Angel Notes, but if she can win in your crossover scenario, it'll be a blast.

 

Taylor's got a lot of power, that's for sure. Definitely more than simple weapon creation and skill copying, if you read between the lines. But, much like in the source material, she alone won't be enough to save the world. It's going to take cooperation. I hope the trip will be as much of a blast as you predict.

 

A thought inspired by a fairly random post someone did on SB.com:

It could be interesting/amusing to see a villain taken down by someone saying "You aren't acting like the person Mr. Rogers knew you could be."

I could see Lisa or Dinah saying it to Bonesaw in a fairly serious fic, or somebody saying it to, for example, Hookwolf or Jack Slash, in a more comedic story.

 

*Yoink*

Clockblocker's got at least one line in the future now...

 

Why was Armsmaster ready to get into a triad with an obviously injured 13 year old girl? I know Armsmaster's social skills get over flanderlized in fanon but that just seems like a dick move and not to mention bad PR. Something he would be aware of. Plus it would limit the chances of said chances of the girl ever joining the wards, especially since she seems like a powerful parahuman.

Honestly, it is like you are trying to set up Armsmaster to be as much of a dick as possible so Taylor goes down a darker road then her canon self.

But meh, story is still interesting so far.

Taylor was also right that they got her mom killed. But sadly that had to happen sometimes.

 

Thanks for the feedback, this sort of stuff is exactly what I'm looking for.

This is right around canon start, so Taylor is actually almost 16 now. Armsmaster being a dick was probably a bit over the top, and will be toned down in revisions, but he was also just upstaged by an unknown and then called out on negligence by said unknown - who is a young girl who obviously doesn't know better and should be quiet.

He is going to be in a bit of trouble for his bluster in the Protectorate interlude, but I'll have it toned down by then to be less belligerent and more dismissive.

Taylor probably wasn't going to be joining the Wards at the start regardless of Armsy's behavior though. They would restrict her too much, and she know they'd never let her go after the Merchants the way she wants to. Vigilantism is where it's at for Avenger.

 

Np.

Honestly Taylor has no secret identity. If she does go vigilante she will have no protection for all sorts of things. Like people going after her father to make an example of or whatever.


But it honestly makes sense that this Taylor would be making some bad decisions in the near future.

 

Actually, recalling the early chapters of Worm it would be fanon Armsmaster that would show some respect and back down for the moment. Canon Armsmaster was not adorkably unaware... He was an asshole. He was usually right but that didn't make him any less of an asshole. Hell his second meeting with Skitter he starts out ripping into her because his plan to steal the glory of taking down Lung backfired because of his negligence. And when she asked for official protection for her undercover work, actually now that I think about it she basically would have been a pretty typical CI at this point, he not only denied her but proceeded to go on a long rant about how she was being a stupid little shit of a teenager. Again, he was right that doesn't make it less of a dick move.

So to me, if what he was about to say was technically right just incredibly dickish in form and timing... Yeah, that's canon Armsy.

 

Actually, Taylor's identity is still a mite secure. The only ones to see her face were Hookwolf, Kaiser, and the Heroes and EMTs. The Merchants were preoccupied with Mush bleeding out and Miss Militia's counter assault, and Kaiser and Hookwolf are both in custody.

Might add in a bit about her obscuring her face in future revisions though. It's something to consider.

Armsmaster is indeed a dick, but his first appearance does show him having a least a little sense. Gloryhounding a bit, what with convincing the new cape to give up her claim to a significant capture, but not total asshole. Only after shit blows up in his face does he go full buttnugget. I'll be toning him down a touch.

 

They just got done with a fight, not only that but it's the fight she triggered in and they know as everyone involved seriously lost time and fell abit.

Seriously.

Showing up or bullshit shouldn't be anywhere on the docket at all. I mean she's there on the ground huddling with her dad for pete's sake. And there are car wreck and impaled bodies.


It should be are you okay. Here have masks or get in this trust while the cape Met get there.


His first appearance is him being reasonable and trying to look out for a new para. Stealing the glory of a capture? More like keeping her from painting a target on her back without a team.

In the second meeting he doesn't blowup just because of lung. No he blows up because of Lung in combination with Taylor telling him that she'd joined a supervillain, gave them her face, and wanted him to let her pull off a felony while telling him nothing of use.

And the second about letting her go from crashing the fundraiser of a victims of a bombing.

 

You're not wrong, and I am going to be changing it some to have Armsmaster act more believable. There's no impaled bodies (not counting Annette) though, and only Danny managed to wreck. Everyone else got the hell out of Dodge right quick.

In general, I'm also doing some other revisions to include a bit for Taylor to protect her identity, and other small changes. I'll probably begin my own thread for this for the next chapter, if anyone is willing to beta for me. Knowledge of Fate is not required.

 

Revisions have been made to the previous snippets, primarily through the Armsmaster section of the third snippet. Hopefully, this time I got him right. That, and Taylor now has a nice red scarf to improvise a balaclava with!

Wish I'd thought of it earlier, to be honest.

Incidentally, does anyone happen to know what the extent of Cape travel there was for Endbringer fights? Like, would say New Wave show at a battle on the western seaboard, or British capes at an African battle? I'm fuzzy on who outside of the Triumvirate and Dragon appear at every battle.

Input on the revisions would be much appreciated!