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✦˖° @5mind no clowning around !!!

ᯓ💜˖° Who WAS this clown, indeed!?

Peekaboo had known of Coldsnap, of course. At least, from what she’s heard around the block … and maybe— just maybe, she watched his heroism in action from afar. Like what all new budding heroes do (right?)

Oh, but they never officially met yet, have they? His sudden, straight-to-the-point question startled her and she squeaked again! But the brave face stayed with a smile, and she did what she does best: play pretend.

“First of all: I’m Peekaboo! The Playful Phantomime!!!”

The jester spun in a twirl that ended with a cutesy pose that twinkled. Wow! The bundle of nerves within tightened, but an ever-nagging sense of curiosity pushed forward and she tilted her head.

“And second of all: ... why not? Helping people smile can save them too, you know.”

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ᯓ🧪˖° WHAT THE HELL!? HE NEVER SIGNED UP FOR THIS!!!

That’s just life, ain’t it? One minute you’re running diagnostics on some rusty old, vintage doohickey (maybe even a thingamabob) you picked up at an estate sale— the next minute you’re a just short of a century from home.

Now how Doc got here, backed up into a corner behind the curtain of some jazz lounge as if it were akin to a rock and a hard place, was a story for another day. What mattered most, even more than how he ended up lost in the past, was how he going to make it out of here alive!

“You want me to do WHAT?” Doc shouted, a stage-whisper, mind you. “I said I can play— that doesn’t mean I can perform!!!”

That fact mattered little it seemed, given how the man in a pressed suit shoved a saxophone into Doc’s chest.

“Listen, I don’t like this anymore than you, but our star player got a frog stuck in his throat and if you don’t play—” The two jumped at the sound of Cueball’s fist as he bashed it against his table. “—We’re DEAD.”

Before Doc could even open up his mouth to retort, let alone hightail it out of here, him and that borrowed saxophone of his was pushed out into the spotlight. All eyes on him.

Oh. Oh Stars Above.

Was the room spinning, or was that just him?

Does. Does that guy over there have hams for fists ... !?

"... No."

It wasn't meant offensively. He simply, sincerely, did not work with time travel as frequently as she'd have liked. Or at least, not in a controllable way.

"We may need to consult... an expert."

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Meanwhile, at one of Arcadia's popular jazz lounges...

A gaggle of ghoulish gangsters were arranged, including the newly anointed Boss Cueball, who had just taken out rival upstart Don Malivoli and scattered his syndicate to the four winds. The man had a round, featureless head-- his right-hand man Ham-Fisted Harv had mittens shaped after large, uncooked deli meats. And they had a guy on the side called Beaks Barkley, who had a bird's head. No one knew whether it was a mask, or some manner of mutation.

"When's the show?" demanded Cueball, bashing a fist on his table. "I wanna see a big band, hear some swing! REAL swing!"

A certain elder scientist was discovered to be capable of playing a much needed instrument backstage...

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𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄  [ … ]   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄,

bold what applies - italicise sometimes.   repost,  don’t reblog.

fights honorably / fights dirty

prefers close - quarters / prefers range

chats during / goes silent

low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance

attacks in bursts / attacks steadily

goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first

is provoked easily / provokes their opponent / teases

gets visibly frustrated / shouts while attacking

uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle

rushes in recklessly / tries to read their opponent before engaging / fights wildly / fights calmly / fights apathetically / fights with anger / fights with excitement

fights because they have to / fights because they want to

fights without regard to wounds / runs away when wounded / hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another

prefers a blade / prefers a gun / prefers hand-to-hand combat / prefers a bow / prefers a shield / prefers a personalized weapon / prefers magic alchemy or spells

their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional

transforms for battle / fights as they appear

relies on strength / doubts their strength / relies on speed

uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential / exhausts quickly / has high stamina

behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles their abilities

uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength

avoids civilians / strikes down civilians

damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings

signature fighting style / makes it up as they go

mastered skill-set / learning their skill-set

messy fighter / elegant fighter

accepts defeat / refuses defeat / begs for mercy

compliments their opponent / insults their opponent

uses unnecessary movements / moves efficiently / barely moves

prefers to dodge / prefers to block

defends their blindside / has no blindside / leaves blindsides vulnerable

uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method

plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy

waits for an opponent to be ready / strikes when opponent isn’t ready

fears death / fears pain / fears killing

has ptsd / avoids fighting

has lost a fight / has won a fight

has killed / refuses to kill

wants to die standing / would succumb slowly

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𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄  [ … ]   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄,

bold what applies - italicise sometimes.   repost,  don’t reblog.

fights honorably / fights dirty

prefers close - quarters / prefers range

chats during / goes silent

low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance

attacks in bursts / attacks steadily

goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first

is provoked easily / provokes their opponent / teases

gets visibly frustrated / shouts while attacking

uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle

rushes in recklessly / tries to read their opponent before engaging / fights wildly / fights calmly / fights apathetically / fights with anger / fights with excitement

fights because they have to / fights because they want to

fights without regard to wounds / runs away when wounded / hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another

prefers a blade / prefers a gun / prefers hand-to-hand combat / prefers a bow / prefers a shield / prefers a personalized weapon / prefers magic alchemy or spells

their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional

transforms for battle / fights as they appear

relies on strength / doubts their strength / relies on speed

uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential /exhausts quickly / has high stamina

behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles their abilities

uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength

avoids civilians / strikes down civilians

damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings

signature fighting style / makes it up as they go

mastered skill-set / learning their skill-set

messy fighter / elegant fighter

accepts defeat / refuses defeat / begs for mercy

compliments their opponent / insults their opponent

uses unnecessary movements / moves efficiently / barely moves

prefers to dodge / prefers to block

defends their blindside / has no blindside / leaves blindsides vulnerable

uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method

plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy

waits for an opponent to be ready / strikes when opponent isn’t ready

fears death / fears pain / fears killing

has ptsd / avoids fighting

has lost a fight / has won a fight

has killed / refuses to kill

wants to die standing / would succumb slowly

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Blog Content Warnings: body horror, medical & scientific malpractice, discussion of trauma & mental illness, memory loss, general violence, torture.

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ᯓ🧪˖° Doc’s tongue twitched. Ugh, he craved a smoke right about now. Something he usually had on him in moments of rumination like this, specifically during late nights spent alone in the workshop.

Except, he wasn’t in the workshop now, and he wasn’t alone. He felt the twitch of Blue Two’s fingers and her hold— their hold. What a strange feeling to not be alone.

His lips thinned. There wasn’t much anyone could say. Doc certainly didn’t know what to say, either. He opened his mouth to say something … anything. Nothing came out. Then, Fivemind spoke again through the unit.

Could he have done better— actually planned something instead of flying off the handle? Who would have known? What was done, was done.

Was it something he had to do? For Ophelia: without a doubt.

And yet, Doc was brought back down to Earth at the machine’s guess of solidarity. So unsure, but with how Blue’s fingers twitched and tightened throughout his tale, he was more sure than ever.

“It's funny, how birds of the same feather tend to flock together. Guess that even includes tragic backstories, huh?”

A pathetic laugh huffed out. He placed his other, free hand over on top of hers. Theirs.

“Five … ” Doc spoke directly to the AI now. “What happened … with you?”

Something stalled and stuttered in Fivemind's processor at the mention of Ophelia and the fact that she had been an experiment. From what they knew of the younger Walker and from how Doc spoke about her past, it didn't take much for the AI to put two and two together. An experiment...a weapon....a being raised (???) in a research facility - an uncannily familiar story.

Fivemind wondered - although this was not about them - if they had ever been made to do terrible things that they could no longer recall.

There's another subtle twitch of a mechanical finger which then remained pressed against the skin of Doc's hand. It remained there even as the scientist continued into a story that just kept getting worse. It remained there even as Doc finished recounting a past that must have weighed

"Doc..." What does one even say in such a situation? How was one even supposed to feel in such a situation?

"I see... I cannot say in sincerity that what you have done was right but...it was something you had to do, was it not?" It was what he had to do for himself and for Ophelia... and maybe in doing so he may have prevented worse. However, that would be a biased justification, no?

Fivemind would not justify what Doc had done when they themself would not justify what they had done.

"I think I might...understand..." The machine would like to say that , perhaps, they might both be on the same boat after all. However, were they really? While Doc lived with the weight of what he had done - actual memories of being there while things went to hell - the AI only knew of their deeds from extrapolation.

"Maybe."

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tags updated !!!

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[💜🧪] Ophelia may or may not understand a godt damnt THING you’re talking about but she will still listen to you info dump for hours like 💕🌻✨💞🌷

Doc will most likely understand whatever you’re info-dumping about and he will only add fuel to the fire by asking more questions even if he already knows the answer (if he doesn’t know though, the questions are quadrupled)

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💜// I have it listed in Ophelia’s bio that she doesn’t like violence & malicious intent but… that isn’t… always true. — or at least, there’s layers to that.

Overall, she doesn’t care for violence or cruelty. Specifically if it happens to remind her of ATLAS, or it’s very Kick-The-Puppy™️ coded. General, run of the mill schlock.

However, in the same vein, she’s also desensitized to violence and death. She’s gotta do what she’s gotta do, and she won’t blink twice about that. Plenty of things that both hurt and kill her wont phase her much either, not anymore.

BUT!!! All that being said—a vicious brutality bred from something GOOD? A ferocious fury that derives from protection? The visceral ruthlessness that can come from love? <- now THAT she can’t help but adore.

tl;dr:

Ophelia watching someone brutally murder another for no reason or callousness: 😠🙄

Ophelia watching someone brutally murder another out of protection or devotion: 😳🫣

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ᯓ🐰˖° “Schatten! Nice to meet ya’!!!”

Schatten, Schatten, Schatten … That name rang a bell, but he couldn’t pinpoint why— at least not until later. He’d find out about the murmurs of a vigilante that made a name for herself in the shadows of these streets. A loose cannon. One that ATLAS was barely able to keep tabs on.

But that was later. Now, he made a mental note that lasted a millisecond: the suit was undoubtedly made at home, a DIY fit for maneuverability and concealment. He’s seen it before in new rookies (hell, he was one of those rookies too). It was personalized with patches, too. So she was at least in this (whatever this was) for the long haul.

Arlo figured it was smart to not have a motif … if you had something to hide. Ah, but she was friendly enough, wasn’t she? Besides, everyone hid one thing or another in this field.

“Aw, nah! It ain’t no sweat,” a boyish laugh bubbled out from underneath the helmet. This girl was quite the character! “It’s just a sandwich, I’m sure you didn’t mean anything by it.”

Too bad Rabbot was a bit of a bonehead when it came to the art of flirting.

“Unless you’re a sandwich swindler. Then we got a problem on our hands!” A moment of silence followed before he tilted his head at Schatten. “You, uh … aren’t— right?”

Schatten smiles behind her mouth mask as she hears him laugh. Hey! Finally someone who thinks she is funny! She already likes the bunny hero so much. The vigilante was a tiny bit disappointed though as she was set back down on her feet, but also took that to obviously look Rabbot up, and down. Jup, the helmet is very bunny-like and very cute!

" Of course it vould have been! I totally believe you~! "

She really hasn't thought about any motif when she had assembled her outfit. It was simply an outfit in which she was able to move very easily, and still could conceal her identity enough without to much trouble... Well, perhaps she did think about the color palette a little when choosing the clothes... And the jacket didn't had the patches before either. Lilli actually sewed those on herself.

So perhaps there was some motif, but she wouldn't even know herself what it would be.

" Rabbot zhen~ Cute name! And, I vill go against zhe mysterious part I suppose, and vill tell you~ "

As if she ever had a problem with that before.

" You can call me Schatten~♥ "

Yeah, she is fine with the name now. No use in changing it anymore. The vigilante then looks down to the splattered sandwich, and then back at Rabbot. She is feeling a tiny bit bad about the dropped food.

" And sorry about zhe sandwich. I mean, I guess I can make it up to you vith taking you out for food~? "

... And we are back at flirting. At least she was serious about buying him food as compensation.

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[🎂] — It’s Ophelia’s birthday today! She has no idea todays her birthday!! YAAAA !!!

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what kind of herb are you?

[💜] Cayenne

Everyone says that you're so bright, so loud, so much and maybe you are or maybe you're covering up that gaping wound in your chest with fireworks. Or maybe you really are so bright so warm so hot but sometimes you wonder if anything will ever be enough to soothe that aching burning cold fire in your chest.

You don't know what it is, can't ever let yourself close enough to that pyre to know if it's anger or fear or loneliness or grief but it's there and if you're good enough, funny enough, bold enough, maybe you can hide it from everyone else. Maybe there's enough of you and enough of the world that you can outrun it forever, your own fire bright enough to put that wound to shame. Bright enough to prove to everyone, anyone, yourself, your mother, your father, your friends, your classmates, the world, that you're enough. You're enough. You're enough.

[🧪] Cumin

You see yourself so clearly that you can see the gaping hole inside you where you lost a piece long ago. It's there and it's ragged and painful and bleeding and you don't know how no one else can see it when it takes up so much of your awareness. You run from it, fight it, try to find it but nothing bandages up that hungry mawing void inside yourself and when you're tired, uninspired, you swear it grows and grows.

You promise yourself you want to be alone, promise yourself that you want to be different, want to be special, love having this hole inside you and point it out in words or song or jokes and stories and take pride in that pain, in your uniqueness in this world of grays and storm clouds. You are 5 am rain on asphalt roads and sputtering street lamps. You are petrichor musings and messy guitar chords and a thousand contradictions wrapped inside a quiet cry, an evening of coffee and jittering hands and a promise that you're okay or that you're fine until you're falling apart in someone's arms or messages and pretend you're alright in the morning. You taste so strongly but sometimes you wonder if all you are is ash.

tagged by: @dynamoprotocol (you get BOTH of ‘em!!!)

tagging: only 4️⃣ four (4) questions to get your muse called out come get your foods

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[🧪💜] NEGATIVE TRAITS.

Bold what always applies, italicize when it applies sometimes / in some verses

aggressive | annoying | arrogant | authoritarian | bitter | brutal | callous | cannibal | careless | cold/cold-hearted | compulsive | controlling | corrects others constantly | cowardly | critical | cruel | delusional | demanding | disillusioned | domineering | envious | emotionally stunted | greedy | grim | guarded | harsh | hypocritical | impatient | impolite | intimidating | irritable | kidnapper | lazy | liar | lustful | materialistic | mean | merciless | messy | mistrusting | murderer | narrow-minded | obsessive | opinionated | over-bearing | over-critical | over-emotional | over-thinking | patronising | proud | remote | repressed | rigid | rules with an iron fist | ruthless | sarcastic | self-critical | self-righteous | self-indulgent | self-patronising | serial killer | stubborn | taciturn | torturer | touchy | traitorous | unsympathetic | unpredictable | uptight | vain | vengeful

aggressive | annoying | arrogant | authoritarian | bitter | brutal | callous | cannibal | careless | cold/cold-hearted | compulsive | controlling | corrects others constantly | cowardly | critical | cruel | delusional | demanding | disillusioned | domineering | envious | emotionally stunted | greedy | grim | guarded | harsh | hypocritical | impatient | impolite | intimidating | irritable | kidnapper | lazy | liar | lustful | materialistic | mean | merciless | messy | mistrusting | murderer | narrow-minded | obsessive | opinionated | over-bearing | over-critical | over-emotional | over-thinking | patronising | proud | remote | repressed | rigid | rules with an iron fist | ruthless | sarcastic | self-critical | self-righteous | self-indulgent | self-patronising | serial killer | stubborn | taciturn | torturer | touchy | traitorous | unsympathetic | unpredictable | uptight | vain | vengeful

tagged by: @dynamoprotocol tagging: -jingles this meme at you- ooooo you wanna do this so baaaad

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ᯓ🧪˖° “HAH! Deal.” Doc snorted. Then, sniffed again. Ooh, man … he really ought’a wore a mask while deep-dusting.

The shed that made up this makeshift laboratory was worse off than the farmhouse itself. Where the farmhouse had gone rustic from a lack of tender, love and care for years on years before it would become home to two intergalactic squatters.

Unlike the workshop. That was unkempt because of how much it was used.

“Eh, watch out for the chemical spill over in that corner, under the workbench.” A look was given to Rex. One that hoped he kept his end of the bargain about no questions— but he then smiled at an idea.

“Say, how ‘bout after all this (and maybe a quick shower to get all this grime off), we hit the town and find some hole-in-the-wall. My treat.”

Rex looked down for a moment. This place needed a much deeper clean-- a process that, even with a few superpowered youngsters, would be drawn out and strenuous. To say the least: Rex would have to take his victories where he could find them and be glad Doc was not opposed to cleaning up the essentials.

"Of course. And uh, I'll ask you no questions and you'll tell me no lies."

The Earthborn alien would have to be careful not to sneeze either. In one part because a regular sneeze could be a joyride for germs. In another part, a large enough sneeze (as caused by just how unkempt the darkest corners of Doc's laboratory could be) could very well have its own explosive force.

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GOTHIC LITERATURE.

( bold what applies. italicize what sometimes applies. repost, don’t reblog. )

DRACULA.－ cold to the touch. flickering light. cold breath upon your neck. billowing white gowns. midnight strolls. pearl trimmed bands. the fall from grace. indulging in your deepest desires. the fear of outsiders. dark imaginations. bloodstained sheets. something lurking in the shadows. the urge to run away. glowing eyes in the darkness. the scent of garlic. preying on the weak. the power to both bring and take life.

THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GREY. ー old bookshelves. kisses on the hand. a drug-induced stupor. the pursuit of pleasure. devotion to the finer things in life. prizing youth and beauty above all. paying the ultimate price. blood red errors painted over in white snow. breaking the heart of the one you love. losing what’s left of your humanity.

FRANKESTEIN. ー frantic sketches. the stench of something rotten. a scream from the woods. unorthodox beliefs. candles burning out. the crunch of leaves. dangerous knowledge. contemplating existence. the chill of winter in your bones. dark ambitions. prometheus reborn. the contrast between life and death.

THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO. ーfalse accusations. taking justice into your own hands. justice. elaborate schemes. playing upon others’ weaknesses. the solitude of the ocean. an ever-changing identity. an alienation from humanity. dissatisfaction in your life. escaping from prison.

Tagged by: @lambfated (thank yoooooooou! <3) Tagging: pspspspsps'ing you like a cat

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@pzfr sharing wise words

[🥀] "Okay! Okay okay!"

Sofía squeaked, but inhaled deeply and held her breath— cheeks puffed up all while she steeled herself against the buzzing assailant! All attention locked onto Rex as it buzzed around— until, the sound slowly... stopped.

"Oh—wow! It...! It worked!"

The relieved sigh was short-lived once the poor girl's focus waned, only to find that the pesky lil’ dude landed on her shoulder. She froze, as if struck down by Medusa herself, still as a statue! The air knocked out from her lungs as Sofía wheezed a single plea:

"H. —HELP."